Drinking leads to a better understanding.. [part 1]
Title: Drinking leads to a better understanding..
Pairings: YooMin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slight Smut.. Teasing.. Tongues.. Button ripping.. Dancing Micky..
Genre: Smut..
A/N: Chaptered 1 of many I guess until I get to the end..
Love doesn't know any better…
why is it every time I turn around I see you, you're like that annoying fat kid that hangs around the park waiting for the ice-cream truck…..
3 years before…
The air was warmer then usual and with every mouth full it burnt down his throat leaving him gasping for more, sweat started to strain down through his short hair and settle heavily in his eyes his arms to busy swinging at a steady pace to stop and clear the sweat, quick head shakes sent large droplets of it soaring through the air and hitting the pavement beneath his long strides.
Right on time, there he goes jogging by, should I say hi? GOD! stupid keep jogging, but look at those long toned legs in those sleek sweat pants. Get a hold of yourself Micky Fuck!! he saw me! OH GOD HE SAW ME! He's looking this way, did he smile? Shit!
Micky swung is arms in an off beat rhythm as Changmin sprinted by him his long hair coated his eyes in sweat but Micky didn't care he could still make out the hot tall toned body jog by him giving him a slight nod & smile as he kept a steady pace by Micky.
Micky tried hard not to let his head follow those long legs in those slightly hugging sweatpants as he ran by god even if Micky couldn't see him after his mind kept plaguing his head with images of that young man naked covered in sweat & panting for a whole other reason.
………………
That guy, wow he has been jogging at the same time as me, weird? What is that smell, OH GOD it's me.. shower yes!!
Changmin kicked one foot after the other as he slumped on his hallway wall, knocking pictures of their centres. Changmin was to busy to notice the thick chaos he was creating around himself, he was thinking about those deep eyes that followed him, he traced this mysterious mans features stopping at his lips, God at his long slender neck and that adams apple that bobbed up and down as Changmin ran past, subconsciously touching his bottom lip with the pads of his slender fingers, Min moaned as he did.
A deep growling sound filled the room which practically dragging his body to the kitchen, Min hadn't realised until his hand hit the cool handle of his fridge.
………………
Soft fingers traced every outline of Changmin's body stopping only to touch little dips in his skin. Fingers slowly replaced with kisses then lapping at curves that Minnie never knew he had, every touch made Changmin whimper with lust, thrusting up with every passing of Micky's tongue. Their bodies ached for each other but neither wanted to spoil this moment, they spent minutes, seconds hours unearthing desirable points of skin.
………………
Micky slowly paced back to his apartment, his head down bouncing lightly to the beat in his earphones his mind kept lingering on that single man who Micky waited for every morning in the park at 5:30am just as the sun had unfolded itself into a new day. He sighed looking up at his apartment block, he looked around and smiled at the elderly lady exiting. Micky bowed low then held the door open she returned Micky's light smile before leaning over and pinching at his cheek, Such a good boy came trailing from her wrinkled cracked lips before she shuffled off.
The water ran hot streams down Micky's back as he flopped his hair covered face on the shower wall, why couldn't he get this young man out of his head, why did he find it necessary to figure him out, find out what lingers just below the surface, what kind of pleasure he liked, how he kissed, what he tasted like. Micky opened his eyes focussing his attention on his now hard on, how could one guy make him so intoxicated. Micky didn't know who he was let alone whether or not this guy saw him, noticed or cared, Micky shivered as he took his cock in his hand stroking himself off at the thought of ripping those sweat pants off.
………………
Shit he was late, why was he thinking of that man again he spent most of his shower jerking off at the thought of those plump lips on his, that adams apple swirling up and down as he sucked on Changmin's cock taking all of him.
Changmin flew into the elevator Changmin flew into the elevator his tie clinged to his shoulders, his shoes laces threatened to trip him, his hair was still dripping down large wet droplets on his jacket and his briefcase swung dangerously around his torso taken aim at anyone daring enough to get in his way, he grabbed at the edge of the elevator pressing the button for the ground floor, as it dinged then flashed red a hand clasped at the closing doors, Changmin's eyes wondered from the hand to the body that slinked it's way in after spinning on his heels slightly tripping over himself and landing face first into Changmin's lap. Dark hair covered most of the mans face, as his hands clanged to Min's pants he was panting which now echoed in the tiny space of the elevator mumbling as he threw all his papers back int his briefcase Changmin extended his hand to help the young man up.
As he rose to his feet dusting his knees and hands off he looked up at the man who helped him before turning 3 shades of red and bowing, holy shit Micky thought, the guy from the park. Changmin stood there slightly at awe at the events that had just played out, he swallowed then went to say something before it became an awkward hand shake between them with mumbled greetings as they both looked at their shoes.
………………
Micky tapped the end of his pen on his desk his free hand supported his daydreaming head which had a goofy looking smile slapped across it. He couldn't understand why that man invaded his mind or the fact he seemed so familiar, those eyes, those dark brown soulful eyes.
Minutes didn't want to turn into hours, mind you checking the time every couple of seconds didn't help. Micky signed papers & filled his coffee cup chatting to staff members he really didn't care for.
Changmin raced around after his boss filing paperwork photocopying mountains of scribble & filling coffee cups, why was today so frantic? It was the same as every other day, then why did he trip over himself or catch himself thinking of his mystery man, his mystery man since when has that guy been his? Changmin shook his head & headed out of his work gliding to the neighbouring business to drop the final draft of papers.
"I'm going on break. Mirrah call me if it's important!"
Micky called out over his shoulder to his assistant before she could react to him leaving.
"Mmmm.. Mr Yoochun you can't leave! There is a young man coming to drop.. To drop off the final drafts you asked for!"
"tell him to leave them on my desk & I'll see to them when I get back. I need some air & some lunch"
Not that he really felt like eating but he really did need some fresh air Micky slunked over to the elevator holding a lean finger on the button. A few minutes later it dinged to a stop & opened, Changmin looked up shuffling the papers between his fingers he swallowed then meeped as he came face to face with his mystery guy.
"Mr Yoochun?"
Changmin mewled bowing low & holding out the white sheets above his head.
"You know young man we have to stop meeting like this."
Micky lent forward placing his hand on Changmin's shoulder pushing him back slightly into the elevator.
"What? Huh..? Ummm.. Where are we going Sir?"
"Lunch! I'm starving & hate the food on the food cart!"
"but.. Mr..!"
"Micky, please call me Micky & you are?"
"Changmin.. Mr.. M.. Micky. My name is Max Changmin."
The elevator closed infront of them & made it's slow decent, Micky still slightly infront of Min with his right hand still firmly pressed on Min's shoulder.
Changmin looked down at his shoulder then smiling back at Micky holding out the documents again.
"Later Changmin I'll look at them later! First of.. Are you hungry?"
Pairings: YooMin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slight Smut.. Teasing.. Tongues.. Button ripping.. Dancing Micky..
Genre: Smut..
A/N: Chaptered 1 of many I guess until I get to the end..
Love doesn't know any better…
why is it every time I turn around I see you, you're like that annoying fat kid that hangs around the park waiting for the ice-cream truck…..
3 years before…
The air was warmer then usual and with every mouth full it burnt down his throat leaving him gasping for more, sweat started to strain down through his short hair and settle heavily in his eyes his arms to busy swinging at a steady pace to stop and clear the sweat, quick head shakes sent large droplets of it soaring through the air and hitting the pavement beneath his long strides.
Right on time, there he goes jogging by, should I say hi? GOD! stupid keep jogging, but look at those long toned legs in those sleek sweat pants. Get a hold of yourself Micky Fuck!! he saw me! OH GOD HE SAW ME! He's looking this way, did he smile? Shit!
Micky swung is arms in an off beat rhythm as Changmin sprinted by him his long hair coated his eyes in sweat but Micky didn't care he could still make out the hot tall toned body jog by him giving him a slight nod & smile as he kept a steady pace by Micky.
Micky tried hard not to let his head follow those long legs in those slightly hugging sweatpants as he ran by god even if Micky couldn't see him after his mind kept plaguing his head with images of that young man naked covered in sweat & panting for a whole other reason.
………………
That guy, wow he has been jogging at the same time as me, weird? What is that smell, OH GOD it's me.. shower yes!!
Changmin kicked one foot after the other as he slumped on his hallway wall, knocking pictures of their centres. Changmin was to busy to notice the thick chaos he was creating around himself, he was thinking about those deep eyes that followed him, he traced this mysterious mans features stopping at his lips, God at his long slender neck and that adams apple that bobbed up and down as Changmin ran past, subconsciously touching his bottom lip with the pads of his slender fingers, Min moaned as he did.
A deep growling sound filled the room which practically dragging his body to the kitchen, Min hadn't realised until his hand hit the cool handle of his fridge.
………………
Soft fingers traced every outline of Changmin's body stopping only to touch little dips in his skin. Fingers slowly replaced with kisses then lapping at curves that Minnie never knew he had, every touch made Changmin whimper with lust, thrusting up with every passing of Micky's tongue. Their bodies ached for each other but neither wanted to spoil this moment, they spent minutes, seconds hours unearthing desirable points of skin.
………………
Micky slowly paced back to his apartment, his head down bouncing lightly to the beat in his earphones his mind kept lingering on that single man who Micky waited for every morning in the park at 5:30am just as the sun had unfolded itself into a new day. He sighed looking up at his apartment block, he looked around and smiled at the elderly lady exiting. Micky bowed low then held the door open she returned Micky's light smile before leaning over and pinching at his cheek, Such a good boy came trailing from her wrinkled cracked lips before she shuffled off.
The water ran hot streams down Micky's back as he flopped his hair covered face on the shower wall, why couldn't he get this young man out of his head, why did he find it necessary to figure him out, find out what lingers just below the surface, what kind of pleasure he liked, how he kissed, what he tasted like. Micky opened his eyes focussing his attention on his now hard on, how could one guy make him so intoxicated. Micky didn't know who he was let alone whether or not this guy saw him, noticed or cared, Micky shivered as he took his cock in his hand stroking himself off at the thought of ripping those sweat pants off.
………………
Shit he was late, why was he thinking of that man again he spent most of his shower jerking off at the thought of those plump lips on his, that adams apple swirling up and down as he sucked on Changmin's cock taking all of him.
Changmin flew into the elevator Changmin flew into the elevator his tie clinged to his shoulders, his shoes laces threatened to trip him, his hair was still dripping down large wet droplets on his jacket and his briefcase swung dangerously around his torso taken aim at anyone daring enough to get in his way, he grabbed at the edge of the elevator pressing the button for the ground floor, as it dinged then flashed red a hand clasped at the closing doors, Changmin's eyes wondered from the hand to the body that slinked it's way in after spinning on his heels slightly tripping over himself and landing face first into Changmin's lap. Dark hair covered most of the mans face, as his hands clanged to Min's pants he was panting which now echoed in the tiny space of the elevator mumbling as he threw all his papers back int his briefcase Changmin extended his hand to help the young man up.
As he rose to his feet dusting his knees and hands off he looked up at the man who helped him before turning 3 shades of red and bowing, holy shit Micky thought, the guy from the park. Changmin stood there slightly at awe at the events that had just played out, he swallowed then went to say something before it became an awkward hand shake between them with mumbled greetings as they both looked at their shoes.
………………
Micky tapped the end of his pen on his desk his free hand supported his daydreaming head which had a goofy looking smile slapped across it. He couldn't understand why that man invaded his mind or the fact he seemed so familiar, those eyes, those dark brown soulful eyes.
Minutes didn't want to turn into hours, mind you checking the time every couple of seconds didn't help. Micky signed papers & filled his coffee cup chatting to staff members he really didn't care for.
Changmin raced around after his boss filing paperwork photocopying mountains of scribble & filling coffee cups, why was today so frantic? It was the same as every other day, then why did he trip over himself or catch himself thinking of his mystery man, his mystery man since when has that guy been his? Changmin shook his head & headed out of his work gliding to the neighbouring business to drop the final draft of papers.
"I'm going on break. Mirrah call me if it's important!"
Micky called out over his shoulder to his assistant before she could react to him leaving.
"Mmmm.. Mr Yoochun you can't leave! There is a young man coming to drop.. To drop off the final drafts you asked for!"
"tell him to leave them on my desk & I'll see to them when I get back. I need some air & some lunch"
Not that he really felt like eating but he really did need some fresh air Micky slunked over to the elevator holding a lean finger on the button. A few minutes later it dinged to a stop & opened, Changmin looked up shuffling the papers between his fingers he swallowed then meeped as he came face to face with his mystery guy.
"Mr Yoochun?"
Changmin mewled bowing low & holding out the white sheets above his head.
"You know young man we have to stop meeting like this."
Micky lent forward placing his hand on Changmin's shoulder pushing him back slightly into the elevator.
"What? Huh..? Ummm.. Where are we going Sir?"
"Lunch! I'm starving & hate the food on the food cart!"
"but.. Mr..!"
"Micky, please call me Micky & you are?"
"Changmin.. Mr.. M.. Micky. My name is Max Changmin."
The elevator closed infront of them & made it's slow decent, Micky still slightly infront of Min with his right hand still firmly pressed on Min's shoulder.
Changmin looked down at his shoulder then smiling back at Micky holding out the documents again.
"Later Changmin I'll look at them later! First of.. Are you hungry?"