#83: Be Still My Heart (I know you’re shaking): Part Two
Sehun sucked in a deep breath, mustering all the courage he had; he inhaled every ounce of strength, letting fragments of each broken desire he had slip down his throat, through his esophagus until sparkles dazzled every fearful bone in his body. His hands closed into fists, trembling at the thought of what he was going to do and how he would be looked at. How he was going to look at him, if at all. But at the same time, he was ready.
He gathered the layers of hot pink and coral, fuchsia and blush. The fabric felt thin against his broad chest, burning against the juts of his ribcage and exploding into flames around his beating heart that threatened to run away. But he stood and looked in the mirror, proud of how pretty it felt to be alive and do something fearless.
He was himself, finally; if only for that one night.
He entered by giving his single ticket to a shocked underclassman who had volunteered to help out the student board that night. Handed him his school ID alongside the navy blue cardstock that had been adorned with white ribbon and gold lettering. His sallow and morose ID photo was the polar opposite of how he looked tonight. Sehun’s hair had been straightened and curled in, framing his pale complexion and sharp jawline. Cheeks dusted by a pale blush. Dark brown bangs curtained twin orbs of hazelnut outlined in black eyeliner and mascara, long eyelashes furling against the smoky blends of purple eyeshadow. Bits of golden glitter sparkled against the apples of his cheeks, porcelain neck and wide expanse of his chest that hung out across the low v-dip of the dress. The pink spaghetti straps had been adjusted as short and tight as they would go, but still, whenever they were jostled, one would slip off his shoulders and expose more of his skin that glistened under the party lights.
Sehun’s cheeks remained a permanent rosy hue, but he kept his head up and looked around as people stared. The music was playing loud enough for him to not hear all of what they were saying, but he heard the word “freak” and “fag” slip out more than once, along with some scoffing and jeers.
Not quite ready to face the whole scene, he floated to the punch bowl in his pink ballerina flats that had elastic ribbon criss-crossing over his toes and grabbed a plastic cup, trying his best to not let his fingers shake as they ladled the fruity drink. He turned around quickly, feeling a rush of air against his knees as the fabric bounced against his thighs. He casted glances across the soiree, from the DJ booth to the corner where they were making balloon animals for people, shaped into hearts, and fish and dogs. He brought the cup to his lips, taking a small sip and wondering if the lipstick he smeared on had left a mark across the lid.
When he looked up from his drink, he felt his lungs shrink and chest implode. Nerves gripped at his legs and forearms, fingers dangling at his side and curled numbly around the cup. Luhan was there, dressed handsomely in a navy blue suit and tie. The waistband of his tux glimmered around the curve of his waist, crisp white dress shirt momentarily clinging to his stomach and showcasing the hard outline of abs. On his pocket was pinned a healthy pink rose. His gaze slid down the silhouette of his shoulders until they saw Luhan’s hand curl around the waist of a tiny girl wearing a strapless ball gown with sequins embroidering the bottom. Even with the pair of silver, sparkly heels, she was still so short, barely even five feet.
A whimper clogged in his throat as he forced himself to guzzle more of the sugary beverage, hoping it would keep everything inside his stomach instead of on his dress. His eyelids grew heavier as he watched him laugh and greet people, all while holding the girl’s waist or her hand- one whose small wrist adorned a matching corsage to Luhan’s boutonniere. She was glamorous, a plastic beauty that rivalled a classic barbie doll. He didn’t recognize her, she must’ve been from another school. Blonde hair, big eyes, and an hourglass figure outlined regally in terra rose.
Not wanting to torture himself any longer, he turned to get more punch to add to the few sips he had left. He wanted to dance, he had paid $50 after all, just for the ticket alone; but he didn’t possess the courage to do so quite yet. He preferred slower songs anyway, and how would he dance to one by himself? Instead, his head knocked into the palm of a smartly dressed male; it was Ethan Schuler. His hand had been held out directly in front of his forehead, prepared to smother him with more ill feelings.
“Well what do we have here, it’s the prettiest ‘girl’ at the prom,” he mocked in a loud tone, turning the heads of a few couples, even ones that were stationed across the dance floor.
Sehun’s cheeks burned at the sarcastic mention of “girl” and eyes fluttered around the room, widening when he saw Luhan staring in their direction; staring at him.
“What was your plan this time Sehun? Become even more of a little bitch than you already are and hope that some poor idiot will wanna do you the favor of finally popping your pathetic cherry? Your pretty little head is more fucked up than I thought.” Ethan took a few moments to obnoxiously eye him head to toe, before snatching his wrist and sliding off the corsage Kyungsoo had helped him make with daisies, pink snapdragons and purple violets from his garden.
“Who gave you this little trinket, did your fucking mom dig it up from the compost for you?”
All these years, and Ethan didn’t know that his mom was as good as dead.
He ended up tossing it in a garbage can under the punch table, so that it was crushed between plates of half eaten cake and used paper napkins. Sehun’s brows scrunched together. Flowers so pretty being thrown in the trash.
“Hey, at least it looked better than that blob of unicorn vomit you’re wearing, how many shades of pink did you steal off the tails of ‘my little pony’ to be able to put that thing together, hmm?”
Ethan stepped closer in his well polished shoes. His predatory smirk tossing acidic waves in Sehun’s tummy. He backed up until his lower back was pressed against the table, unable to move. He knew, his face was engulfed in flames and eyes must be watery, but he also noticed that among the other onlookers, Luhan was still one of them.
He reached forward, grabbing the cup from his paralyzed hand, “here, let me help you make it even better.” Sehun gasped as he felt the remaining punch from his glass splatter onto the bodice over his chest and drip down the gauzy layers of fabric cinched near the waist. He could feel hot tears ready to leak out and glanced one more time to meet Luhan’s shocked expression before running out.
He went to the bathroom and tore some brown paper towels from the dispenser, frantically dabbing at his dress. He could feel liquid running cold down his cheek and tried to focus his attention more on cleaning up the mess than how hard he had been humiliated in front of everyone, in front of Luhan.
He found himself useless, again. His fingers felt tingly and numb, while his legs swayed like jello pudding and head was pounding from all the frustration. What had he been thinking? Of course this was bound to happen. What had he been hoping to accomplish by coming here? He was foolish and unrealistic. Whatever fantasies he had in his head about fulfilling some teenage dream was not going to happen here, it never did. His life wasn’t a romantic comedy with Reese Witherspoon or a Taylor Swift love song. He was an idiot to think that a fairytale could magically happen to him and everything would workout.
He gave up on cleaning, the sticky paper towels still clutched between his palms, and nearly jumped when the door opened and someone walked in. A squeak almost escaped when he saw who it was.
“Hey, uh… you okay?”
His body spasmed away when he felt his warm fingertips graze over his shoulder, and that heavenly face came into view that had been plastered all over every single one of his superhero dreams at night. Luhan was bending his knees and peering up into his face for confirmation, “Sehun?”
As if to assure himself that he had identified the right person correctly.
“Ye-yeah?” His voice came out screechy and clogged and Sehun hated that he had to look and sound so pathetic after crying.
But Luhan only surprised him by putting a knuckle to his mouth and chuckling, “you’re really interesting, you know that?”
“I- huh..?”
“Here, you need help?”
“Uh- well...”
Sehun was still mumbling quietly to himself as he observed the other turn towards the paper towel dispenser and generously flip down the crank, until a stack was balancing back and forth atop his palm. He slapped the two hands together and split them in half before going to work. Sehun’s sharp inhale at the first contact led Luhan to trail his gaze over the snowy expanse of skin flushed by spilled fruit punch and nervousness.
“May I?” He asked, but before Sehun was able to respond, he was already slipping the straps down both shoulders and inserting his hand between his chest and the bodice of the dress. Luhan sandwiched the fabric between the two stacks of paper towels and continued to press hard until it seemed there was no more liquid to wring out. Sehun stood there silent, trying not to breath- trying not to let his chest contract so alarmingly loud. The back of Luhan’s hand, though pulling the fabric away from his skin, was still centimeters from his sternum and nipples- which stood erect and sensitive from the cool air in the bathroom and from wet cloth rubbing against them. He dared not look at his crush in the face.
He could only imagine how hideous he looked, face blotchy and make up probably ruined- not to mention the sickening stench of hawaiian punch clinging to him everywhere and embarrassment staining his ears red. Sehun’s gaze remained fixated downward. The thing was, he could only focus on the way Luhan’s hands felt tugging the material of the dress; the warmth they radiated, the way his gut spasmed in delight at having the object of his affections so close, and how his forearms flexed so wondrously as his fingers worked to extract the stain. Sehun hoped he wasn’t gulping too audibly, hoped that the intense beating of his heart didn’t give way, it would only be another thing for him to be embarrassed about.
Luhan glanced up at him momentarily after rubbing the fabric a few more times, turning and tossing the towels into the trash. He cranked more out of the machine before dampening them with water and handing them to Sehun, their fingers brushing momentarily. While Luhan’s touch was hot and suffocating, Sehun’s was limp and almost dead. Once thoughts were able to formulate quickly and Sehun realized what he was meant to do, he took a sharp inhale before dabbing the damp paper across his skin and cleaning the sticky feeling off.
When he was finished and about to throw the towel away, a breath caught in his throat when he felt that same warmth radiate next to his cheek. Luhan’s hand rested close beside his face, slowly, almost tenderly, removing a chunk of hair that had been falling into his eyes and resting it behind his ear. He brought his eyes up to flicker against his unwavering gaze, a caring smile spreading the other’s perfect lips against his pearly ivories.
“There, you’re all ready again,” he sang, hand dropping to his side as soon as Sehun looked up.
“You wanna dance?”
The proposal hung in the air a moment too long, as Sehun heard the frantic beating of his heart thunder deafeningly in his ears. He couldn’t help but swirl his head around, wondering if he was still asleep, stuck in one of his dreams or if there was perhaps, another person standing behind or in front of him.
But it was just them.
Putting together his dumbstruck look of confusion and bewilderment, Luhan raised a handsome brow before revealing another grin and cocking his head towards the door.
“Come on,” he said, “let’s go,” and grabbed his hand.
The damp towel lay dropped and forgotten on the tiled floor, along with Sehun’s jaw and expectations.
He was holding his hand. Luhan was holding his hand and leading him towards the dance floor. Could this really be happening?
As they entered the room, puzzled looks magnetized their way; some looking outright shocked, while others seemed scandalized. Sehun stumbled behind him, trying to keep up with Luhan’s confident steps.
Sehun thought miserably about how perfect Luhan and the petite girl had looked together, and glanced down at where the man’s arm was now holding him, thinking about how awkward it must look, with him being so big-boned and tall. Sehun stood stubbornly at the edge of the crowd, wondering if this was all going to end up some big joke or dare that someone like Ethan had put him up to. His eyes grew watery at the thought of all his dreams shattering and more obnoxious laughter mocking his disarrayed state.
“Come on,” Luhan grinned while tugging his hand.
Sehun was about to politely refuse, the excuse of not liking this sort of rowdy music, on the tip of his tongue. But as he opened his mouth, the music changed from uptown funk to a slower, more somber tune.
An older song from the early 2000’s hummed delicately and calculating in the background. With his excuse no longer viable, and dream boy right in front of him, holding his hand and urging him to follow his heart, he had no chance of saying no.
Luhan’s smile stuttered as he spun him around and positioned both hands around Sehun’s waist, thumbs positioned above his hipbones and curled where the dress seams connected the many colorful tassels of pink. Sehun tried not to breathe so heavily, thankful that the steady thrum of music was likely able to dull the noise echoing in his chest. His arms remained frozen awkwardly above his hips, away from his body, as he took in the sight of Luhan’s hands touching him.
Noticing his hesitance, Luhan took a turn removing one of his hands and grabbing Sehun’s wrist, positioning it to rest on his shoulder and nodding his head, indicating he do the same with the other one. Sehun eventually followed his unspoken direction, flexing his hands and feeling the smooth fabric of the suit stretched across Luhan’s shoulders beneath his fingertips. It was an easy angle to rest his hands, considering he was a few inches taller; but Luhan didn’t seem to mind having to look slightly upwards. His eyes wandered over Sehun’s flushed face, seeming fond of resting on his eyes and near his lips.
Sehun listened to the music, all of his dreams seeming to come together as he tilted his head to rest on his shoulder, thinking that all of those days at lunch, on the track, in gym, spent watching or thinking about him; they were all worth it. Because this moment was enough to make him forget breathing.
Luhan stepped closer to him and slid his hands tighter around his waist, slowly closing the distance. Sehun let him. At first, his gaze remained glued to Luhan’s boutonniere on his pocket. But that didn’t last long. The atmosphere seemed to shrink an entire event room filled with people, into a private place where it was just the two of them.
He couldn’t stop his cheeks from remaining heated, as he felt the other’s gaze on him. Eventually, he gathered the courage to look up and meet him. His pink lips parted as they soaked in the breathtaking sight.
This was everything he had ever dreamed of, he couldn’t wait to tell Kyungsoo; who was probably at home playing League of Legends. The other had helped him get ready and had driven him to the front entrance of the Loews Hotel, where the event was hosted. Kyungsoo was weary of him going it alone, but wished him luck anyway, muttering an enthusiastic “Hwaiting!” Kyungsoo agreed to stay up late on his video games and wait for him, thinking Sehun wouldn’t be staying the whole time anyway. He was worried there would be no one there to watch over him, and protect him from any shit he would undoubtedly be getting. He knew Suho would be there, but he’d most likely not even see Sehun since he had many responsibilities; keeping track of the voting ballots for king and queen, notifying the staff of replenishing refreshments, and getting the entertainment settled. Sophie had gone to a prom at a different school with her boyfriend and Lay was selling drugs as usual.
It had taken a lot of encouragement and positive self talk to get here, but Sehun was thankful for this feeling, as he stared at the caramel eyes looking into his own. “I like you.” was on the tip of his tongue, because he had been holding onto these feelings for so long. But instead, his lips trembled and mouth snapped shut as nerves took over, swarming it with glue.
Sehun noticed everything. How the heat from Luhan’s body burned through the fabric of his dress, where his hands were placed. How his breath smelt minty, and body was surrounded by an aroma of Axe Phoenix. How relaxed Luhan was, standing here, with his arms wrapped around a boy in a dress, swaying to the music.
“I like this song,” Luhan eventually whispered.
“Oh, really?”
Luhan directed him another killer smile, pressing their bodies a little closer, “yeah, Coldplay is classic. I always listen to them before I sleep or even while I’m running. Something about them is so real and haunting. What do you think?”
Sehun swallowed hard, this was his chance to use what he had learned, “I- I like Coldplay. And Maroon five and the Ki- Killers.”
“Me too,” he grinned, holding Sehun’s body a bit tighter to him.
Luhan’s mouth got closer to his ear, “you know this song then, yeah?” He asked quietly.
Sehun nodded.
“I think it could be about you,” he said as he pulled away, eyes playful.
Sehun’s eyes widened greatly,“what do you mean? ...I’m-”
“You’re lovely.”
His entire body froze.
”Sehun?” Luhan snapped him out of his daze as his face moved even closer, noses almost touching, “You wanna get out of here? My friends and I rented a room.”
Inside, Sehun was panicking. He was replaying the question over and over again, letting each word race through his lungs like adrenaline. Anyone who had ever seen a romance movie or a poorly produced porno, knew what the phrase “wanna get out of here,” implicitly meant; but Sehun never in his sixteen years thought it would be said to him, by the person that he wanted the most.Luhan was the one asking him, of all people. Luhan, the boy he had obsessed and fantasized over, everyday, since freshman year. The one he had chronically convinced himself was too good for him and would never even talk to him.
He was here, now, dancing close with him, looking at him, telling him he was like the song he liked; and making him feel special. Sehun was so incredibly happy. But he couldn’t forget Kyungsoo’s advice: to always take things slow, to always think things through, to never put yourself in danger again.
But this was Luhan.
After watching him and admiring him for so long, Sehun had to believe he was a good person. It was just so easy falling for someone like Luhan. He had wanted his attention for so long and he didn’t want this night with him to end. But still, the swarm of doubts and anxieties tugged at his mind. Keeping him from saying yes just yet. His eyes darted around, looking for answers.
Luhan shifted himself, interested in the other’s reaction.
“What about your date?”
Luhan followed Sehun’s line of vision, pointing to the girl he had taken as his date tonight, “she’s more like a little sister to me. I had to take Annie or else she’d keep whining at me forever.”
“Plus,” Luhan’s hands slid smoothly from the small of his back and down his arms until they were pressing into his, “no one else seemed interested in going with me.”
Sehun highly doubted that, but instead of protesting, settled for a stuttered, “oh.”
“So, you wanna check out the room?” He inquired again, squeezing his hands in his that were beginning to turn clammy and cold. The song had ended and a generic trap beat began to play, pulling exclamations of approval from the crowd. “It’s a lot quieter so we can talk. Plus, there’s champagne and Grey Goose,” he winked.
Sehun was reminded then of just how different their statuses were. Luhan was the most popular guy at school, a year older than him and the person he had been crushing on since first setting eyes on him. He wasn’t about to say no, even if he was a little afraid. He had already let his anxieties control so many decisions where he might’ve been happy with the outcome. And so he eventually nodded, giving into his curiosity, his desire, his hope for something magical to happen.
Luhan’s room at the Loews was really nice, two queen sized beds, a stocked minibar and view of a small lake with city lights beginning to settle against the darkening sky greeted them as they entered. Luhan poured himself a shot and downed it right away, offering Sehun one or a glass of champagne. He agreed to the latter, too intimidated to try hard liquor when he didn’t have Kyungsoo or Suho around to take care of him if he had a bad reaction. Luhan sent him a gummy smile before working to pop off the cork. He invited Sehun to sit down on one of the beds and brought over two glasses after pouring and downing another solo shot. Sehun smiled at him and thanked him as he took a tentative sip, relatively pleased at the sweet and slightly tart aftertaste on the tip of his tongue.
“You like it?” Luhan grinned as he held out his glass, motioning Sehun to cheers with him.
“Mm, yeah!” He quipped enthusiastically, full glass slightly wobbly as he held it out and lightly tapped it against Luhan’s, “I’ve never tried this before.”
“Hm, shall we watch T.V.,” Luhan asked, while already grabbing the remote and switching it on. “Looks like the best options are vampire movie or The Price is Right. Or Spongebob. What do you think?”
Sehun had conflicting feelings about the vampire movie, because he hated scary movies but maybe it could be an excuse to cuddle. The Price is Right was so boring, so he was about to suggest Spongebob until Luhan had tapped his nails against the remote declaring, “Price is Right it is!”
The atmosphere felt tense at first to Sehun, but the stiffness dissolved after sipping some more on the champagne and getting used to joining in on Luhan’s guesses for what the answers could be. He lost count of how many times Luhan had gotten up to pour himself another shot, but it had been at least four since Sehun had remembered counting. He still shared the champagne with Sehun, who was on his second glass and feeling sparkly, just like the bubbles. Luhan’s jokes about the contestants were really funny. Then again, he supposed Luhan had always been funny. He was perfect, after all.
Sehun still couldn’t believe he was sitting here, well, now laying here with him in his hotel suite. In his movie star dress that Kyungsoo- well, technically Kyungsoo’s mom had given him. He couldn’t believe Luhan was talking to him. Luhan was really funny. And so so so soooo attractive. Sehun had never seen anyone like him. Was he even real?
Talking came easier now that he had been drinking this bubbly stuff, and Luhan apparently thought that he was hilarious too. By the time it came to the end of the episode, both were leaning and poking at each other for reasons unknown.
Sehun’s eyes felt like a bulldog’s as he drifted his droopy gaze from Luhan’s handsome face down to the light pink rose still pinned to his jacket.
Luhan’s eyebrows raised, “what are you staring at?” And playfully pointed to his pocket, “you like it?”
Sehun tried to answer him, but hiccupped instead and covered his mouth. He wetted his lips that were suddenly dry and tried to gather his thoughts so that he didn’t do anything else embarrassing.
“Mmm it’s so pretty,” he giggled, cheeks red, “my mommy used to pick them for me and put them behind my ear, like dis,” he demonstrated, snatching a full palm of hair and thowing it to the side.
”Oh, I see,” the other muttered while removing the pin from his boutonniere and silk fabric, adjusting the stem so that it tucked behind Sehun’s ear. “There, now it’s just like before,” he smiled.
Sehun gasped, “...is it?”
Luhan’s lips were on his the next minute, devouring the plump bottom lip and tasting the remnants of his sweet raspberry lipstick off the top. Sehun’s hand nearly broke the wine glass as he gripped the cup hard. Breath knocked out of him and heart beating fast. Luhan expertly extracted the glassware from his hand, nibbling along the flesh of his naturally pouty lips and tonguing the seam that opened them up.
Sehun was shocked. He had never kissed someone like this before, with tongue. Luhan opened him up easily, his body a little more relaxed since the champagne had loosened him. He let Luhan’s wet muscle consume him, swirling around his mouth and rubbing against his own inexperienced tongue that tried to follow. After playing around, Luhan sucked the muscle into his mouth, running his teeth over it and swallowing , stealing the air from Sehun’s lungs and causing him to gasp.
Luhan was hovering over him, dominating his lips as he went back to languidly massaging and pressing the wet flesh together. He pulled Sehun’s pink bottom swell between his teeth and gently tugged, forcing Sehun to crane his chin upwards and reveal his neck. The other then went to work on kissing his neck, which still tasted slightly tangy and sweet from the trace amounts that remained of the spilled punch. He licked and gently sucked, not leaving marks yet. Sehun was heaving on top of the mattress, mind spinning and body feeling sparks light him on fire from every angle. Luhan’s package was hardened and rubbing against his, hips grinding frantically and deeply into the space between his legs.
Sehun moaned brokenly into the dense air, hands feeling lost as they gripped at random patches of softness along the white comforter. Luhan was still making love to him with his hips between layers of clothes, humping him until he came into the red panties he was wearing underneath his dress. His body buzzed from the foreign euphoria, ears ringing and chest heaving. Sehun’s thighs and pelvis spasmed as he felt the slight sting from Luhan biting into him, marking his neck with red and purple bruises from his teeth, the color already setting in upon Sehun’s fair skin. He brought the bottoms of his feet up until they rested flat against the bed, legs trembling from the sensitivity of his inside thighs rubbing against Luhan’s trousers. He craved skin, craved to be touched more, loved as passionately as Luhan was mouthing designs against his coffee stained nipples.
Sehun’s thighs squeezed together around Luhan’s waist, jaw tense and eyes screwed shut as he took one of Sehun’s small chocolate truffles into his mouth and sucked gently then hard. Luhan felt the vibration of Sehun’s whine from where his hands were pinning his small waist, still adorned with sparkly pink fabric. He let out a guttural moan when he noticed the tutu like streamers had ridden up around Sehun’s midsection, revealing just how hard he had cum. White driblets speckled the numerous frays of coral and fuchsia, rose and hot pink.
Luhan’s irises looked ten times darker as he dragged the loose arm straps the rest of the way down his shoulders and arms and nearly ripped the dress from his body; Sehun’s ass bright red from squishing and barely making it through the meshy contraption. Throughout being sucked on, licked on, kissed, and bitten, Sehun barely had time to think about what he was doing and how fast everything was going. He wasn’t even sure if he cared anymore. Luhan was worshipping him and wanted him; what was there to think about?
He reached up and managed to unbutton Luhan’s white shirt, running his fingers along the ridges of his abs, marvelling at the picturesque view and feel. His puffy lips downturned into a pout when the visual was flipped sideways and taken away, as Luhan’s strong palm pressed between his shoulderblades, so that his chest was kissing the mattress and ass was stationed straight up in the air.
Sehun swallowed a bit nervously, his head starting to pound. The humm of the air conditioner reminded him that it was probably cold, which was why he might feel his limbs shaking from the exposure. But the more he thought about how air was made cold, the more he rationalized that there was more than one reason why he was shaking. He didn’t think he was ready for this.
In an attempt to notify Luhan of his feelings, he glanced backwards to see him undoing his pants and pushing them down midthigh before climbing onto the bed, condom in hand. By this time, Luhan was having trouble keeping his balance on both knees, swaying slightly back and forth as he ripped the package open and rolled it onto his length. Sehun hadn’t seen many other dicks before, but the sight of Luhan’s thick meat had him guessing he was definitely above average, especially in circumference. It scared him, that Luhan was probably still drunk and about to put that in him for his first time.
Sehun wasn’t sure whether he wanted to go this far, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to say it. His fists clenched, positioned parallel to the bed as he watched Luhan eye his ass hungrily and rip down his panties so that they rested on the bed, still connected around his thighs. Luhan’s actions seemed more clumsy and desperate as he spread his cheeks, sending a huge wad of spit between them, the saliva sliding down between his crease until dripping into his hole. The sensation was cold and foreign, shocking Sehun from his buzzed stupor as the alcohol was beginning to wear off.
Luhan was using the same method to wet his cock, saliva drooling all over his hand before using it to messily stroke himself, the other palm resting on Sehun’s cheek, spreading it open. Luhan’s eyes made him look as if he were in a trance, deaf to Sehun’s hesitant calls of his name and to wait a minute. Luhan had his spit slicked cock positioned at his entrance and was already pushing in, eyes squinted shut and head thrown back towards the ceiling as he groaned at the hot tight sensation.
Tears poured out of Sehun’s eyes as he cried, hard. It was splitting him in half and he wanted to push it out, wanted it all to end when it hadn’t even began for more than a few seconds. “Luhan,” he wheezed through broken sobs, “take it out, please, it hurts!”
His voice rose in pitch, but was eventually covered up with splattered wails of, “please, please, please, don’t…”
But Luhan’s hips kept slamming into him, smacking the backs of his ass and thighs so hard that they stung red patches onto pale skin. Luhan kept muttering things to him, about how tight he was, how good he felt, how he couldn’t take his eyes off him. How he had wanted him so much. It didn’t last long.
Luhan let out one final elongated grunt as he stilled his hips, cock sunk inches deep inside of Sehun’s abused heat. He pulled out when he was done and slung off the condom, lazily tying it before tossing it somewhere on the floor. He took a few seconds to steady his balance as he climbed off the bed, knees a little sore. His body was leaning heavily, one hand still relying on the mattress to balance and breaths coming out into short gasps. He continued just to stare for a while, past the scene of the mortified and crying boy, gripping the covers and curling his shaking body inwards. After that, he pulled up his pants, zipped them and grabbed his phone, mumbling something about how he had to be downstairs for prom king and queen elections in case he won.
Then Sehun was left alone, body sore and chest shattered. His frame finally collapsed. All he was capable of doing at that moment was to lay sideways with his knees cradled to his chest and frustrated screams tearing from his throat. He cried and cried before deciding he needed to get off the bed and get out of there. When he finally made it enough to sit up on the edge without throwing up, something small was sticking to his back.
It was the pink rose that Luhan had put behind his ear, moments before everything had happened. The pale petals were curling and frayed; the edges of them browning. His flower looked dead. Sehun tossed it to the bed, no longer wanting to keep it anymore.
His first call was to Kyungsoo, who barely heard him through the croaks that were breaking his voice. He then got a hold of Suho and told him to get Sehun out of there immediately and to do it by avoiding any part of the hotel where he might see people from their school.
“The eight minutes it took Suho to arrive, left Sehun with too much time on his hands; too many thoughts and feelings. He shucked off his panties the rest of the way and snatched his dress through blurred vision. Another sob erupted once he saw the debauched state of something he had once praised as so beautiful.
His next brilliant step was to stumble over to the mini bar and start chugging directly from the Grey Goose bottle, the burning in his throat and cringeworthy taste still not enough to dull any of his pain. That was how he was when Suho arrived. Naked, sobbing, screaming, and drunk.
He thrashed around as Suho tried to wrap him in a white robe he’d taken from the bathroom. It took effort to guide the willowy frame of the boy out, feet stuttering to step correctly on the floor and legs thrashing in all directions. Suho gathered both garments of his, then proceed to lock his arms around Sehun and get him out.
Sehun remembers throwing up and crying. Yelling at Suho to drive faster, then slow down. He remembers gripping his scalp so tightly that his nails felt like they were breaking through and making him bleed. He remembers a sickness clawing away at his stomach, a mix between alcohol, heartbreak, and humiliation. The mixture kept tossing up, beating against his body. Sehun’s fists were sore from pounding at the windows; pounding against his forehead. Because he was stupid, stupid, stupid.
Once they get to Kyungsoo’s and his friend is holding his wildly broken mess of a body in his arms, he struggles and sobs and kicks for fifteen minutes before finally blacking out. The last thing he remembers is Kyungsoo’s small fingers running through his hair, massaging his scalp, cradling his head and holding his body, whispering to him in a calming tone, telling him that, “it’s okay, things will get better.”
Author’s Note: Kind Readers, thank you for making it through! Dearest prompter, I hope this didn’t disappoint you too much. It was my first time participating and although I’m not sure how well the story followed the prompt, I am glad I was able to write something and finish it because it’s been a looong time. I know the ending may seem abrupt, but I had in mind a possible college!au sequel. Anyways, enjoy Selubrating the Hunhan love <3