Reminiscence/Regret [Chapter 1]
Title: Reminiscence/Regret (Chapter 1)
Pairing(s): Taec/Khun, KhunYoung, Taec/Yoona
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor, Smut
Summary: Taec and Nichkhun finally get a few moments alone to reminisce about their trainee days but things get a little awkward when Khun reveals a secret that may change their friendship, their lives, and the lives of those around them forever.
Notes: This is my first non-crack fic and my first Chaptered fic. I even cheated on my OTP to write it. Feedback is very much appreciated. (Also FYI: J's Studio is a show Taec and Khun used to host as trainees. It's a must-see and it's hilariously awkward.)
Nichkhun straggled into the dorm living room, arms full with two bottles of whiskey and a bag of chips while Taec placed the freshly rinsed glasses along the coffee table. It was a rare moment of privacy for them. No managers, no other members, just the two of them alone together and they made sure to take advantage. An hour or so (and a downed bottle of Jim Beam) later found them both splayed out on the floor drunkenly reminiscing.
“Welcome to the… J’s Studio!” they shouted in near unison.
Nichkhun chuckled. “Christ, I was scared shitless when we shot that.”
“I remember!” Taec replied, “No script, just you shaking like a leaf and blabbering like an idiot!”
Nichkhun chuckled into his whiskey. “Yeah well, you were no help! You just stared at me the whole time. Silently judging me.”
“It’s not my fault Khun. You were just so darn cute!” Taec teased.
“What do you mean were? I still am!” Nichkhun pouted.
The two broke into a fit of laughter. Nichkhun sipped casually from his glass and grimaced slightly at the bitter taste of whiskey.
“Wanna know a secret?” he asked.
Taec glanced at him from behind his glass. “Always,” he responded, taking a sip.
Nichkhun took a breath, “I had like… a major crush on you back then.” He bit his lip and paused, awaiting Taec’s reaction. Taec swallowed his whiskey, hard and jerked his head back looking both shocked and amused.
“Wait, you’re screwing with me right?”
“Nope. Major crush.” Nichkhun responded nodding his head.
Taec inched forward, his brows furrowed in disbelief. “For how long?!”
“Like, a year? Maybe more?” Nichkhun scratched his head, a bit embarrassed by his honesty.
“A year? Shit Khun!” Taec exclaimed, slack-jawed from the shock. “And you just… what? Forgot to mention it?”
“You never asked.” Nichkhun joked, attempting to break the tension. He poured himself another drink, emptying the contents of the last bottle into both of their glasses. He raised the glass to his lips, spying Taec’s bemused grin across from him.
“Oh don’t get your panties in a twist Taec. I was a trainee. Clearly, I had a lot to learn.”
“No, my panties are just fine trust me…. I’m just a little taken aback. Can you blame me?” Taec paused to take a sip from his refreshed glass. “ I wish you had said something.”
Nichkhun rolled his eyes at this ridiculous suggestion. “Why? So you could pull a typical straight boy freak out and stop speaking to me? We were friends Taec.” He paused to take another sip. “Besides, I couldn’t afford to lose my translator.” The two collapsed into drunken laughter, easing the awkwardness between them.
“And it all worked out for the best right?” Nichkhun continued after the laughter subsided. “We’re still friends, we’re generally happy. You’re with Yoona I’m with Wooyoung. Everything’s…good. Right?”
Taec nodded half-heartedly in agreement and the two locked eyes. Taec couldn’t ignore the knot forming in his throat as he stared at Nichkhun, his winsome half-smile familiar, yet with the hint of something new, something he’d never noticed before. He wondered to himself whether everything had truly worked out for the best. His thoughts were interrupted when Nichkhun suddenly broke their stare and lifted himself off the floor.
“Alright, it’s late. We should get to bed huh?”
“Uh, yeah. Let’s… clean up a bit.” Taec stammered slightly, lifting the empty bottles into his hands and followed Nichkhun into the kitchen.
Nichkhun hunched over the sink rinsing the glasses while trying to keep balance. With his mind and vision hazy from the alcohol and perhaps something else, he tripped slightly, losing his equilibrium. He immediately felt Taec’s protective grip on his waist.
“Woah! You okay there?” Taec questioned, never loosening his hold.
“Yeah, just… drunk. I guess.” Khun looked up at his friend’s anxious expression. He allowed his gaze to linger over the boy’s face, his strong jaw and plaintive eyes causing something to well up within him. Those long suppressed feelings were returning to the fore and this time Nichkhun didn’t know if he could stop them, if he even wanted to. Taec returned his gaze and tried to control his breathing. His eyes traveled along Khun’s face making their way to his lips, plump and slightly parted. Taec leaned in to close the space between them.
“Taec I…” Nichkhun whispered but was interrupted by Taec’s lips crashing against his. Nichkhun moaned into the kiss allowing Taec’s tongue entrance into his mouth. Taec tightened his grip on Nichkhun’s waist while Khun sucked and bit desperately at Taec’s mouth. Nichkhun’s hands traveled tentatively under the other boy’s T-shirt, his fingers trailing upward along Taec’s muscles, ghosting over his nipples and along his back.
Taec broke the kiss and shuddered slightly, pulling Nichkhun in closer by the hips to nestle his face against the boy’s curly auburn locks. He leaned down and attacked Khun’s neck pushing him back hard against the kitchen counter. Nichkhun’s breath caught in his throat as Taec kissed and licked wildly at his clavicle.
Nichkhun pawed desperately at the bulge forming in Taec’s jeans. He stroked it clumsily at first while trying to undo the button, tugged the jeans down and reached his hands inside Taec’s boxer briefs. He gripped Taec’s cock firmly, appreciating the warmth and pulsation before proceeding into long, slow agonizing strokes. Taec whimpered and collapsed his head onto Nichkhun’s shoulder panting heavily into the boy’s ear.
He tilted his head to catch Nichkhun in a breathy kiss. He gracelessly unfastened the boy’s pants and tugged them down, freeing the boy’s quivering erection and gripping it gently in his hands. He glanced down at Nichkhun’s member, pulsating in his palm and stroked it nervously.
Taec looked into the other boy’s eyes with trepidation. “Is this okay?” he panted timidly.
Nichkhun looked up and kissed him gently, reassuringly. “It’s perfect,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”
They collided again into another kiss, panting heavily into one another’s mouths with each desperate stroke. Nichkhun broke his grip from Taec’s cock and pushed his back against the wall. He lifted Taec’s now sweat-drenched T-shirt off of his tall dark frame and threw it to the side. Khun glided swiftly out of his clothes while Taec inelegantly kicked his pants and underwear from his ankles. Khun trailed his lips and tongue down along Taec’s body. Allowing his mouth to roam along the contours of his pecs, past his nipples, down his stomach and along his pelvis, he breathed in and took Taec into his mouth slowly.
Taec bucked slightly at the sensation of Khun’s soft, warm mouth tightening around his erection. He grunted and hissed as his friend took him in deeper. Taec moaned while he gently entangled his fingers through Khun’s curly tresses, gripping them a bit harder the deeper Nichkhun sucked him. Taec moaned loudly arching his head back.
Taec caught hold of himself and gently lifted Khun’s head up caressing his cheeks along the way. He heaved the naked boy up and onto their kitchen counter, ignoring the tumbling plates and cereal boxes crashing onto the floor. Nichkhun leaned back propping himself up with his forearms. Taec held the boy’s sweat-soaked face in his hands and kissed him deeply caressing his lips and tongue with his fingers along the way. Nichkhun sucked deeply on Taec’s index and middle finger coating it with his saliva. He grabbed his wrist and led his hands down toward his entrance allowing Taec to slowly massage his way inside. Taec slowly inched his fingers into Khun, watching as the boy winced in mixture of pain and pleasure. He stroked Nichkhun’s aching cock with his free hand.
Taec knew it was time, he pulled his fingers out of Khun’s entrance and slowly pushed his throbbing erection into him. He pushed deeper with every one of Nichkhun’s moans, and felt his knees begin to buckle at the tightening heat around his cock. Nichkhun wrapped his legs tight around Taec’s waist, inspiring a low grunt from the boy. Taec smacked and bucked harder and faster into the sweat-coated body trembling beneath him. He bucked and swayed against the rhythm of Khun’s moans stroking him all the while. He could feel Nichkhun tightening hard against him as he pulled in and out of the boy.
“Oh God Taec,” Khun whined. “I’m gonna come!”
Taec grunted and moaned as he pounded against the boy, slamming into his prostate. He leaned forward clutching Nichkhun’s waist and pumping his cock rapidly. Nichkhun arched his back pushing Taec even deeper inside of him. He trembled, wailing Taec’s name as he came into the boy’s fist.
“Nnnngh… Khun!” Taec quickly followed suit and with a loud groan spilled into Nichkhun, collapsing onto his slick panting body.
The two lay there gasping heavily, exhausted. Nichkhun gently stroked Taec’s head, which was now resting on his stomach. Taec, his body still twitching from the release, nuzzled sloppy desperate kisses along Khun’s body. Nichkhun looked around the kitchen. His head was still spinning and the place was a mess. The other members would be home soon. Wooyoung would be home soon. Nichkhun’s chest tightened and his throat felt dry.
“Shit, Taec. What the fuck did we just do?” Khun sighed.
Taec lifted himself from Nichkhun’s body and looked at him, mystified. “I don’t know Khun.” He whispered.
Nichkhun paused and locked eyes with Taec. “Do you regret it?” he asked.
“No.” Taec replied assuredly as he caressed Khun’s hair. “Do you?”
“No.” said Khun. “And that’s what scares the shit out of me.”
End of Chapter 1
Chapter 2>>
Pairing(s): Taec/Khun, KhunYoung, Taec/Yoona
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor, Smut
Summary: Taec and Nichkhun finally get a few moments alone to reminisce about their trainee days but things get a little awkward when Khun reveals a secret that may change their friendship, their lives, and the lives of those around them forever.
Notes: This is my first non-crack fic and my first Chaptered fic. I even cheated on my OTP to write it. Feedback is very much appreciated. (Also FYI: J's Studio is a show Taec and Khun used to host as trainees. It's a must-see and it's hilariously awkward.)
Nichkhun straggled into the dorm living room, arms full with two bottles of whiskey and a bag of chips while Taec placed the freshly rinsed glasses along the coffee table. It was a rare moment of privacy for them. No managers, no other members, just the two of them alone together and they made sure to take advantage. An hour or so (and a downed bottle of Jim Beam) later found them both splayed out on the floor drunkenly reminiscing.
“Welcome to the… J’s Studio!” they shouted in near unison.
Nichkhun chuckled. “Christ, I was scared shitless when we shot that.”
“I remember!” Taec replied, “No script, just you shaking like a leaf and blabbering like an idiot!”
Nichkhun chuckled into his whiskey. “Yeah well, you were no help! You just stared at me the whole time. Silently judging me.”
“It’s not my fault Khun. You were just so darn cute!” Taec teased.
“What do you mean were? I still am!” Nichkhun pouted.
The two broke into a fit of laughter. Nichkhun sipped casually from his glass and grimaced slightly at the bitter taste of whiskey.
“Wanna know a secret?” he asked.
Taec glanced at him from behind his glass. “Always,” he responded, taking a sip.
Nichkhun took a breath, “I had like… a major crush on you back then.” He bit his lip and paused, awaiting Taec’s reaction. Taec swallowed his whiskey, hard and jerked his head back looking both shocked and amused.
“Wait, you’re screwing with me right?”
“Nope. Major crush.” Nichkhun responded nodding his head.
Taec inched forward, his brows furrowed in disbelief. “For how long?!”
“Like, a year? Maybe more?” Nichkhun scratched his head, a bit embarrassed by his honesty.
“A year? Shit Khun!” Taec exclaimed, slack-jawed from the shock. “And you just… what? Forgot to mention it?”
“You never asked.” Nichkhun joked, attempting to break the tension. He poured himself another drink, emptying the contents of the last bottle into both of their glasses. He raised the glass to his lips, spying Taec’s bemused grin across from him.
“Oh don’t get your panties in a twist Taec. I was a trainee. Clearly, I had a lot to learn.”
“No, my panties are just fine trust me…. I’m just a little taken aback. Can you blame me?” Taec paused to take a sip from his refreshed glass. “ I wish you had said something.”
Nichkhun rolled his eyes at this ridiculous suggestion. “Why? So you could pull a typical straight boy freak out and stop speaking to me? We were friends Taec.” He paused to take another sip. “Besides, I couldn’t afford to lose my translator.” The two collapsed into drunken laughter, easing the awkwardness between them.
“And it all worked out for the best right?” Nichkhun continued after the laughter subsided. “We’re still friends, we’re generally happy. You’re with Yoona I’m with Wooyoung. Everything’s…good. Right?”
Taec nodded half-heartedly in agreement and the two locked eyes. Taec couldn’t ignore the knot forming in his throat as he stared at Nichkhun, his winsome half-smile familiar, yet with the hint of something new, something he’d never noticed before. He wondered to himself whether everything had truly worked out for the best. His thoughts were interrupted when Nichkhun suddenly broke their stare and lifted himself off the floor.
“Alright, it’s late. We should get to bed huh?”
“Uh, yeah. Let’s… clean up a bit.” Taec stammered slightly, lifting the empty bottles into his hands and followed Nichkhun into the kitchen.
Nichkhun hunched over the sink rinsing the glasses while trying to keep balance. With his mind and vision hazy from the alcohol and perhaps something else, he tripped slightly, losing his equilibrium. He immediately felt Taec’s protective grip on his waist.
“Woah! You okay there?” Taec questioned, never loosening his hold.
“Yeah, just… drunk. I guess.” Khun looked up at his friend’s anxious expression. He allowed his gaze to linger over the boy’s face, his strong jaw and plaintive eyes causing something to well up within him. Those long suppressed feelings were returning to the fore and this time Nichkhun didn’t know if he could stop them, if he even wanted to. Taec returned his gaze and tried to control his breathing. His eyes traveled along Khun’s face making their way to his lips, plump and slightly parted. Taec leaned in to close the space between them.
“Taec I…” Nichkhun whispered but was interrupted by Taec’s lips crashing against his. Nichkhun moaned into the kiss allowing Taec’s tongue entrance into his mouth. Taec tightened his grip on Nichkhun’s waist while Khun sucked and bit desperately at Taec’s mouth. Nichkhun’s hands traveled tentatively under the other boy’s T-shirt, his fingers trailing upward along Taec’s muscles, ghosting over his nipples and along his back.
Taec broke the kiss and shuddered slightly, pulling Nichkhun in closer by the hips to nestle his face against the boy’s curly auburn locks. He leaned down and attacked Khun’s neck pushing him back hard against the kitchen counter. Nichkhun’s breath caught in his throat as Taec kissed and licked wildly at his clavicle.
Nichkhun pawed desperately at the bulge forming in Taec’s jeans. He stroked it clumsily at first while trying to undo the button, tugged the jeans down and reached his hands inside Taec’s boxer briefs. He gripped Taec’s cock firmly, appreciating the warmth and pulsation before proceeding into long, slow agonizing strokes. Taec whimpered and collapsed his head onto Nichkhun’s shoulder panting heavily into the boy’s ear.
He tilted his head to catch Nichkhun in a breathy kiss. He gracelessly unfastened the boy’s pants and tugged them down, freeing the boy’s quivering erection and gripping it gently in his hands. He glanced down at Nichkhun’s member, pulsating in his palm and stroked it nervously.
Taec looked into the other boy’s eyes with trepidation. “Is this okay?” he panted timidly.
Nichkhun looked up and kissed him gently, reassuringly. “It’s perfect,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”
They collided again into another kiss, panting heavily into one another’s mouths with each desperate stroke. Nichkhun broke his grip from Taec’s cock and pushed his back against the wall. He lifted Taec’s now sweat-drenched T-shirt off of his tall dark frame and threw it to the side. Khun glided swiftly out of his clothes while Taec inelegantly kicked his pants and underwear from his ankles. Khun trailed his lips and tongue down along Taec’s body. Allowing his mouth to roam along the contours of his pecs, past his nipples, down his stomach and along his pelvis, he breathed in and took Taec into his mouth slowly.
Taec bucked slightly at the sensation of Khun’s soft, warm mouth tightening around his erection. He grunted and hissed as his friend took him in deeper. Taec moaned while he gently entangled his fingers through Khun’s curly tresses, gripping them a bit harder the deeper Nichkhun sucked him. Taec moaned loudly arching his head back.
Taec caught hold of himself and gently lifted Khun’s head up caressing his cheeks along the way. He heaved the naked boy up and onto their kitchen counter, ignoring the tumbling plates and cereal boxes crashing onto the floor. Nichkhun leaned back propping himself up with his forearms. Taec held the boy’s sweat-soaked face in his hands and kissed him deeply caressing his lips and tongue with his fingers along the way. Nichkhun sucked deeply on Taec’s index and middle finger coating it with his saliva. He grabbed his wrist and led his hands down toward his entrance allowing Taec to slowly massage his way inside. Taec slowly inched his fingers into Khun, watching as the boy winced in mixture of pain and pleasure. He stroked Nichkhun’s aching cock with his free hand.
Taec knew it was time, he pulled his fingers out of Khun’s entrance and slowly pushed his throbbing erection into him. He pushed deeper with every one of Nichkhun’s moans, and felt his knees begin to buckle at the tightening heat around his cock. Nichkhun wrapped his legs tight around Taec’s waist, inspiring a low grunt from the boy. Taec smacked and bucked harder and faster into the sweat-coated body trembling beneath him. He bucked and swayed against the rhythm of Khun’s moans stroking him all the while. He could feel Nichkhun tightening hard against him as he pulled in and out of the boy.
“Oh God Taec,” Khun whined. “I’m gonna come!”
Taec grunted and moaned as he pounded against the boy, slamming into his prostate. He leaned forward clutching Nichkhun’s waist and pumping his cock rapidly. Nichkhun arched his back pushing Taec even deeper inside of him. He trembled, wailing Taec’s name as he came into the boy’s fist.
“Nnnngh… Khun!” Taec quickly followed suit and with a loud groan spilled into Nichkhun, collapsing onto his slick panting body.
The two lay there gasping heavily, exhausted. Nichkhun gently stroked Taec’s head, which was now resting on his stomach. Taec, his body still twitching from the release, nuzzled sloppy desperate kisses along Khun’s body. Nichkhun looked around the kitchen. His head was still spinning and the place was a mess. The other members would be home soon. Wooyoung would be home soon. Nichkhun’s chest tightened and his throat felt dry.
“Shit, Taec. What the fuck did we just do?” Khun sighed.
Taec lifted himself from Nichkhun’s body and looked at him, mystified. “I don’t know Khun.” He whispered.
Nichkhun paused and locked eyes with Taec. “Do you regret it?” he asked.
“No.” Taec replied assuredly as he caressed Khun’s hair. “Do you?”
“No.” said Khun. “And that’s what scares the shit out of me.”
End of Chapter 1
Chapter 2>>