Chansung/Nichkhun: The Quiz Incident
Title: The Quiz Incident
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing: Chansung/Nichkhun, with a little Junho/Jinwoon
Word Count: 4,985
Summary: AU: Chansung is Nichkhun's student. Chansung seems to be doing really bad in his class, so Nichkhun decides to help him.
Notes: for milkyxduckie who asked for AU Chansung/Nichkhun in student/teacher relationship. sorry hon, i'm pretty sure this isn't what you had in mind but i hope you like it anyway ♥ i'm not sure how universities are elsewhere? but where i go to you have a lecture with the prof and then a TA who helps you understand the material better. TA stands for teaching assisstant, they're also called tutorial leaders. please take note of the rating!
i also apologize for the lack in fics lately, especially to those who have requested something. please don't get discouraged ♥ i will get to writing your request. i've just been thrown a huge curveball called school and it sucks like no tomorrow. i'll still write whenever i have time though so yeah ♥
the quiz incident
Chansung slides into the chair quietly, staring at the unfamiliar faces of the rest of his class. After judging everyone by their appearance - holy shit does that chick have a head brace?! - he decides that he doesn’t want to befriend anyone in the room. He frowns as he takes out his notebook and cell phone. He goes through his inbox and curses Junho and Jinwoon for already making friends. He replies to both and promises Junho that he’ll take pictures of the girl with the head brace for him.
The girl beside him smiles and Chansung manages to smile back. The girl isn’t that pretty - average looking, long hair, straight teeth, plastic nose, owlish eyes - but at least she doesn’t wear a head brace. Chansung checks his phone again and glares at the time. The teacher is late, really late.
At that precise moment he hears hurried footsteps coming from the door. He turns around to find the teacher walk in, face flushed, holding a coffee cup in one hand while trying to balance a pile of books in his other hand. Chansung thinks for a second that he should get up and help him but remembers how horribly late the bastard is and decides against it. The girl with the head brace gets up and moves to help him but the teacher has already reached the desk. Chansung snickers, how embarrassing.
The teacher sighs in relief as he puts everything down on the desk. He begins looking through papers and takes a stack out. He gives it to the boy with big glasses and curly hair and says, “Pass these around, this is the course syllabus.”
He rummages through his bag and passes another set of papers around. He takes a sip of his coffee and looks up at the class and smiles. The girl next to Chansung swoons and so does the girl with the head brace - okay, make that every girl in the entire class.
“Sorry for being late, everyone,” he apologizes. “I’m not used to waking up so early and found myself running late.”
“Don’t worry about it,” the girl next to Chansung gushes.
Chansung makes a face of disgust at her. Could she be more obvious? He looks at the teacher and finds nothing attractive about him. Ok, sure, his brown hair looks really soft and shiny, and his smile is really cute - his eyes are cute too. His shirt isn’t buttoned all the way to the top, and his jeans are really nice and they fit his ass perfectly.
Wait. What?
Oh shit.
“My name is Nichkhun, and I will be your TA for AP POLS1000.”
Oh shit.
*
“How was your class?” Jinwoon asks as Chansung comes out of the room. He peeks inside looking at everyone and makes a face. “Invalid question, how about you transfer into my tutorial?”
“Oh god, can I please?” Chansung gives Jinwoon a helpless look. “My tutorial is made up of a bunch of fucking morons. All the girls swoon whenever the TA speaks.”
“Really? He’s hot?” Jinwoon asks and turns his head to look back to see if he can catch a glimpse of said TA. “If he’s hot why aren’t you swooning?”
Chansung glares at his friend. “Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I like everything that has a dick.”
Jinwoon wags his eyebrows at him. “You sure about that?”
“Fuck you, asshole,” Chansung says as he smacks his head. “Sorry, but I’m not interested in your dick. I don’t screw anything that’s 3 inches when hard.”
Jinwoon punches Chansung in the stomach. “Excuse me, but that was rude.”
Chansung smirks. “It’s the truth isn’t it, Jinwoonie? Should I ask Junho if he’s satisfied every night with-”
Chansung doesn’t have a chance to continue and runs for safety.
*
The TA’s late again, which Chansung doesn’t appreciate. He nestles his head in his arms and is just about to fall asleep when Nichkhun walks into the room.
“Sorry guys,” he apologizes as he sets his stuff down. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately.”
The girl next to Chansung - why the hell does she insist on sitting next to him? - gushes her reply and preens when Nichkhun smiles. Chansung sits up and rolls his eyes at her. Really, she has please fuck me stamped on her forehead.
“Can everyone get their diagnostic essays out?” Nichkhun asks and opens a folder. “Now, this is just a reminder to everyone that this will not be graded. This is just for me to see how you’ll do in the class and help you if you need any improvements.”
Nichkhun walks around picking up the diagnostics from everyone. When he gets to Chansung he smiles and brushes his fingers lightly over Chansung’s as he takes the paper from him. “Thank you.”
Chansung blushes and turns his face away, not noticing the amused expression on Nichkhun’s face.
As Nichkhun conducts the rest of the class trying to produce a discussion about last week’s lecture, Chansung tries to calm his rapidly beating heart.
*
“I saw your TA,” Junho says as he sits down next to Chansung on the bench. “Man is fine.”
Chansung groans and buries his face in his hands. “Don’t fucking talk about him.”
“Why?” Junho asks. “It’s not like you - oh my god!” Junho exclaims in excitement. “You do!”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I do what?”
“You like your TA!” Junho is flailing. “Oh my god! I’ve got to tell Jinwoon.” He takes his phone out and moves away when Chansung attempts to take it.
“Fuck, Junho! Stop it!” Chansung is looking at his friend in desperation. “I don’t fucking like him, okay?”
“Yeah, okay, and Kwon likes girls.” Junho rolls his eyes.
Chansung glares at him. “I don’t like him!”
“Yes you do!” Junho insists and pockets his phone. “Clearly you do because your face is tomato red right now!”
Chansung blushes harder making Junho laugh even more.
“Oh my god, stop, stop!” Junho cries. “This is too funny.”
“I fucking hate you. You’re such a bastard.”
“Love you too, babe.”
“If Jinwoon heard you right now-”
Junho laughs. “I’m not whipped, dumbass. Unlike someone I know~”
Junho dodges Chansung’s next attack.
*
Chansung looks at the time and is praising whatever god is watching over him for the class almost being over. Nichkhun takes a folder out of his bag and starts walking around the class.
“I’m handing back your diagnostics now,” he says as he makes his way around the room. “They’re not that bad, some need a little bit of work but over all everyone did a good job. The grade that I’ve given you is not a real grade, but it shows you just how you would’ve done had this been a real assignment. Please pay attention to the comments that I’ve written at the bottom or in the margins. This way when you go to write your actual essay for this course you won’t fail.”
Chansung has this unexplainable feeling growing in his chest when Nichkhun hands him his paper last and gives him a tight lipped smile. He looks at his paper and feels like a tonne of bricks fell on his head.
“Other than that class dismissed. Oh! Don’t forget to study for the upcoming quiz! Remember it’s 10% of your grade!”
Everyone in the room clears out but Chansung lingers just a bit longer, taking his time until it’s just he and Nichkhun in the room. Nichkhun looks at him with a smile - Chansung thinks he doesn’t have any other facial expressions.
“I see you read my comment.”
“It’s written in red and it says please stay behind after class, obviously I read it.”
Nichkhun hums in reply and then sighs. “Did you take law in high school?”
“Yes,” Chansung replies, he looks outside the door and shoos Jinwoon and Junho away.
“I’ll be out in a sec, guys.”
He looks at Nichkhun apologetically who smiles. “Don’t worry about it. Anyway, what did you get in law?”
“95%,” Chansung says automatically.
“Really?” Nichkhun’s shocked.
“Yeah,” Chansung answers, “seeing what you gave me surprises me a little.”
“Well, there are always room for improvements, Chansung,” Nichkhun replies. “We can set up an appointment and go over your diagnostic if you want.”
Chansung nods in agreement.
“Great!” Nichkhun says and gathers his things. “We’ll set up an appointment next week since your essay isn’t due until midterms. Study for your quiz!”
*
“What happened with your TA?” Junho asks at lunch and waves down one of his new friends to come and sit with the trio.
“He gave a pretend grade on our diagnostic,” Chansung tells him and shoves food in his mouth. “He gave me a fucking 50.”
“What?!” Junho and Jinwoon exclaim at the same time.
“I know,” Chansung says and nods at the newcomer. “I’m so fucking pissed.”
“What’s up, guys?” Wooyoung sits next to Chansung and proceed to trade lunches.
“Chansung got a 50 on his diagnostic,” Jinwoon supplies. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Ouch. What class?”
“POLS1000,” Chansung says and shoves more food into this mouth. “Bullshit class.”
“Who’s your TA?” Wooyoung gulps down half of Chansung’s lunch.
“Nichkhun - that foreign guy?”
Wooyoung’s eyes widen and gives Chansung a sympathetic look. “I took his class last year, he’s a hard marker. He’s really nice, but he marks so fucking hard.”
“Like I wasn’t already aware,” Chansung says bitterly.
“It was only a diagnostic,” Junho says trying to cheer him up. “You’ll do better in the other assignments. Didn’t he offer to help you?”
Chansung nods glumly as he bites into his banana. “Fuck, the quiz is next week.” He looks at Jinwoon. “Did you start studying for that?”
Jinwoon shakes his head in reply. “No, but I’m shitting my pants. How is this worth 10%?”
“Don’t question,” Wooyoung answers, “that’s what I’ve learned so far. Just don’t question anything.”
*
Chansung walks into the next class with his stomach in a knot. He knows he failed the quiz that he took last week, he just knows it. The rest of the class seemed uneasy about it too. The entire class is uneasy as the discussion takes place so by the time the class ends and Nichkhun is handing out their quizzes with an unreadable expression on his face, everyone is sweating nervously.
As the others in the tutorial look at their marks, Chansung can’t help but get even more nervous. The girl with the head brace looks like she’s about to burst into tears. Everyone files out of the room and soon it’s just Chansung and Nichkhun alone. Nichkhun walks to the door and closes it, raising an amused eyebrow at Jinwoon and Junho.
Nichkhun hands Chansung his quiz. Chansung looks at it feels like vomiting.
“I don’t usually do this, Chansung, but I decided I’d change my methods for you. I’ll allow you to write a make-up test tomorrow in my office.”
Chansung eyes widen. “Really?”
Nichkhun nods his head. “I think you have potential, Chansung. I don’t want you failing my class.”
“Right. Thanks,” Chansung says and shoves the quiz in his bag.
“No problem, Chansung,” Nichkhun replies. “You know where my office is, right?”
“Yeah, what time should I be there?”
“4:00PM good for you?”
Chansung nods his head.
“Perfect,” Nichkhun says with a smile. “Study hard, Chansung.”
*
Jinwoon and Junho’s jaws drop open when Chansung tells them what happened. “Seriously?! What the hell! The guy sounds like a bastard.”
“He was pretty nice about giving me a make-up test,” Chansung says, hugging his pillow closer. “He could have just let me failed that 10% of my life.”
“That’s true.” Jinwoon sighs and looks at his own quiz. “I didn’t expect it to be this hard.”
“Neither did I,” Chansung replies bitterly.
*
Chansung arrives at Nichkhun’s office fifteen minutes early. He knocks on the door and opens it to find Nichkhun sitting at his desk.
“Hey,” Nichkhun says looking up from his laptop. “You’re early, that’s great.”
Chansung smiles awkwardly and closes the door. “This is all to yourself?”
Nichkhun grins. “I mentioned that my last office was too cramped and how I didn’t like sharing my personal space with other people and this year I find myself with this. I wasn’t expecting it.”
Chansung raises an eyebrow. He wouldn’t be surprised if all Nichkhun did was smile at someone and he was given this office.
Nichkhun gets up and puts his laptop away. “Okay,” he says, “sit here and I’ll get you a copy of the other class’ quiz.”
Chansung puts his bag down and tries not to look at Nichkhun’s ass as he bends over something to reach for his bag.
“Sorry, I wasn’t really prepared for you to come this early,” Nichkhun says.
“Not everyone runs late like you do,” Chansung tells him. “Sorry, I didn’t really mean that.”
Nichkhun laughs as he sifts through papers. “Don’t worry about it, it’s true anyway. I’m not exactly a morning person.”
He puts the quiz in front of Chansung with a smile. “Here, good luck!”
Chansung finds himself smiling back at him. He looks at the quiz and immediately his mind goes what the fuck. He looks at Nichkhun who’s sitting on the desk, looking at him with an amused expression.
“What is this?” Chansung asks, pointing at the paper.
Nichkhun grins and leans on the handles of the chair, his face inching closer to Chansung’s. “What do you think it is?” he murmurs softly, running his tongue over the shell of Chansung’s ear.
Chansung’s eyes widen. “I-I-”
“Very articulate, aren’t we?” Nichkhun presses an open mouth kiss at Chansung’s throat, moving downwards.
“I thought-”
“Thought what?” Nichkhun questions and kisses Chansung’s lips softly. He grins at Chansung’s dazed expression.
Nichkhun’s fingers hover over the button of Chansung’s jeans and he looks up at Chansung through hooded eyes. “Be a good student and write your name on the top of the page.”
“Huh?”
“Your quiz paper,” Nichkhun explains patiently.
“I, what?”
Nichkhun unbuttons Chansung’s jeans and squeezes Chansung’s erection through his boxers. “I said write your name on the top of the page.”
Chansung bites his lip as he grabs for his pen. Nichkhun lowers himself further onto his knees so Chansung has room to write his name. Chansung starts with the first character of his name but stops when he feels warm fingers on his cock. He grips the pen harder and looks down to find Nichkhun smirking at him.
“Finished writing your name?”
Chansung shakes his head, gasping when Nichkhun squeezes his cock firmly. “Finish writing it.”
Chansung hurriedly scribbles his name on the page, his writing illegible towards the end. When he sits back into the chair Nichkhun is still smirking at him.
“What do you think you’re doing, Chansung?” Nichkhun says, slowly moving his hand up and down the size of Chansung’s shaft. “You know perfectly well that you have a quiz to write.”
Chansung can’t find it within himself to answer. He groans in response and closes his eyes. Nichkhun laughs quietly and leans up and kisses Chansung full on the mouth. He pulls back and removes his hand from around Chansung’s cock.
“You have a quiz to write, Chansung,” Nichkhun says and the younger man’s eyes snap open.
“Huh?”
“What? Did you think you weren’t going to write it?” Nichkhun’s amused as Chansung eyes him. “Sit up and start the quiz.”
Chansung sits up and moves to cover himself but is stopped when Nichkhun smacks his hand away. “You’re going to write your quiz while I finish, okay?”
“What?!” Chansung exclaims. “You think - how the hell - what?!”
Nichkhun raises an eyebrow and sinks down onto his knees, his hand wrapping around Chansung’s cock. “Stop stalling and write your quiz.”
Nichkhun moves his hand slowly and Chansung groans, closing his eyes. Nichkhun grins and pinches the other’s stomach. Chansung’s eyes open dazedly.
“Write your quiz or else I’ll fail you.”
Chansung can’t believe this guy is serious. How the fuck does he expect him to write a quiz while getting a hand job at the same time? Things do not happen that way.
“If I’m going to write my quiz ... will you stop?”
“No, why?”
“Cause I won’t be able to concentrate properly ... or write anything properly.”
“Of course you can,” Nichkhun answers and to prove his point he hands Chansung the pen. “You’ll write the quiz and I’ll finish what I started.”
Chansung wants to kill him. He leans over the other man and tries to concentrate on the first question. He doesn’t. He can’t believe he’s getting a fucking hand job and writing a quiz at the same time. Not only that, he can’t believe it’s his TA giving him a hand job.
“Answer the first question,” Nichkhun says.
What a fucker. What a fucker. What a fucker.
Nichkhun laughs silently as Chansung mutters under his breath. Can’t have that now, he thinks and moves his stilled hand. He pumps his fist up and down, slow at first and then faster. He watches as Chansung’s eyes close and then open quickly, hurriedly looking down at the piece of paper in front of him. He tries to write something on the page and Nichkhun grins devilishly. He brings his head down just so and licks the slit at the head of Chansung’s cock.
Chansung gasps and nearly drops the pen in his hand.
“All right?” Nichkhun asks.
“F-f-fine.”
Grinning Nichkhun says, “Good.”
He watches as Chansung tries to concentrate once more. Nichkhun smirks and runs his tongue up the length of Chansung’s cock and then back down. He watches Chansung drop the pen and close his eyes, groaning softly. Nichkhun takes the head of Chansung’s cock into his mouth, sucking softly before taking as much as can into his mouth.
Chansung moans and leans back into the chair, quiz forgotten. He tangles his fingers in Nichkhun’s hair, his hips moving upwards. He grips onto Nichkhun’s hair harder as he feels himself coming close. His breathing gets heavier and at the last second he thrusts his cock into Nichkhun’s mouth. Chansung covers his eyes with his arm, feeling his cock leave the warmth of Nichkhun’s mouth.
Nichkhun gets up and grabs the water bottle on his desk. He peeks at Chansung’s quiz and tries to control his laughter. There’s a huge line going across the paper and the first question is answered with fuck. Nichkhun looks at the boy still sitting on his chair with his face covered. He walks over to Chansung’s bag and rummages through his things, pulling out the crumpled quiz from the bottom of the bag.
He takes the pen and scribbles something on the quiz. He takes the other quiz that Chansung tried to write and writes on it as well. He staples the two together and looks at Chansung who’s fixing himself. Nichkhun grins and waves the pieces of paper in front of him. Confused, he looks at Nichkhun and has his hand out for the papers.
Nichkhun raises an eyebrow and leans in to kiss Chansung. The kiss starts off slow, before quickly heating up. Chansung puts his hand at the back of Nichkhun’s neck, pulling him closer. Nichkhun pulls back quickly, shaking his head.
“This,” he says shoving the papers into Chansung’s hand, “is your grade for the quiz. There’s also the scheduled appointment to go over your diagnostic essay on there.” Nichkhun puts his hand over the papers as Chansung looks at them. “No, you’re only to see it once you get out of my office.”
“So ... you’re kicking me out?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Moments later, Chansung is standing outside Nichkhun’s office with a dumbfounded expression on his face. He looks down at the crumpled papers in his hand. The first one was the quiz he first wrote - his grade is an 85%, with the previous corrections crossed out. Chansung frowns and looks at the other piece of paper.
He blushes when he realizes it’s a date, time and Nichkhun’s address to his apartment.
*
Chansung arrives at Nichkhun’s apartment with butterflies in his stomach. He wonders just what is going to happen because if the ‘quiz incident’ happens again, Chansung knows he’s not going to be able to show his face to the next tutorial.
He knocks on the door and smiles awkwardly when Nichkhun opens the door.
“Hey! You’re early,” Nichkhun says and opens the door wider, gesturing for Chansung to come in. “Did you bring your books and stuff?”
“Yeah,” Chansung replies dumbly as he takes his shoes off.
“Good, good,” Nichkhun replies. “Take everything out and set it on the coffee table would you? Did you want anything to drink?”
“Do you have coke?” Chansung asks making his way to the living room.
“Sure.”
Chansung sits on the couch and begins to take out his things. He curses his hands for shaking and sits on them once he’s done taking everything out. He tries to smile at Nichkhun when he comes back out with two cans of coke and a platter of ... something.
“It’s banana cake,” Nichkhun says seeing Chansung stare at it. “Made it myself.”
“You cook?” Chansung manages to say as he takes the can of coke that Nichkhun hands him.
“I bake,” Nichkhun replies and laughs as he cuts Chansung a slice. “If I cook it turns into a disaster.”
Chansung nods and bites into the cake. He closes his eyes and hums in appreciation, savouring the taste in his mouth. This is it, he’s gone and died and experienced a wonderful orgasm in his mouth.
“I’ll assume that you like it then,” Nichkhun says grinning. Chansung’s eyes snap open and he gives Nichkhun a sheepish look. “Okay, so moving onto business.”
Nichkhun inches closer to Chansung and puts a hand on his knee. He picks up the diagnostic that’s on the coffee table and begins to read through it. Chansung, on the other hand, thinks he’s just about to die. Literally. Nichkhun’s fingers are tapping at his knee and he’s starting to think thoughts that aren’t appropriate and - holy shit.
Nichkhun’s hand is slowly inching up Chansung’s leg. His hand stops once it’s dangerously close to Chansung’s crotch. Chansung thinks of the ‘quiz incident’ and oh god, he doesn’t know what to do.
Throwing the piece of paper on the coffee table, Chansung’s surprised to hear Nichkhun mutter ‘fuck it’. Nichkhun turns his body around and kisses Chansung. He manoeuvres his body so that he’s straddling the other man. His hands are going up Chansung’s shirt, fingers pinching hardened nipples.
Chansung’s hands are at the hem of his shirt and he’s surprised when Chansung proceeds to take it off. Nichkhun grins. “Eager, are we?”
“Just shut up,” Chansung replies and claims Nichkhun’s mouth once more. He wraps his arms around Nichkhun’s waist, pulling him closer. Nichkhun moans and grinds his hips against Chansung’s and takes off the other man’s shirt.
“Too many clothes,” Nichkhun says pulling away from the kiss and unbuttons Chansung’s jeans.
He smirks as he strips the other man of his clothes, and steps out of his own jeans. Laughing, he swats Chansung’s hands away when they attempt to take off his boxers.
“Not yet.” He shakes his head and grins when Chansung growls low in his throat. His hands splay over Chansung’s chest and move south, squeezing the other’s erection.
Chansung groans and grips onto Nichkhun’s hips. Nichkhun smirks and runs his tongue against the shell of Chansung’s ear, lightly blowing air afterwards causing the other man to shiver. Nichkhun moves his hand up and down, slowly picking up a rhythm.
“Chansung,” Nichkhun murmurs, “will you do something for me?”
Chansung nods his head dumbly.
“Fuck me.”
Chansung looks at Nichkhun with wide eyes.
“Don’t you want to?” Nichkhun says, cocking his head to the side. Nichkhun palms Chansung’s cock as he continues talking, taking Chansung’s hand in his and brings it to his own erection. He moans as Chansung finds the guts to squeeze him through his boxers. “Don’t you want to?”
Nichkhun grins when Chansung nods yes. “Lube?”
Nichkhun stands up and slides the door of the coffee table open. He takes out a bottle of lube and hands it Chansung.
“Prepared for this much,” Chansung mutters under his breath, not expecting Nichkhun to hear him.
“There are bottles of these stashed around odd places of my entire apartment,” Nichkhun tells Chansung, watching through hooded eyes as Chansung slicks his cock with lube. “You never know what’s going to ... happen.”
Chansung waves off Nichkhun’s response with a nod and motions for him to lie on the couch. He bites his bottom lip when Nichkhun does so; he feels his cock twitch as the other man shrugs his boxers off. Chansung positions himself in between Nichkhun’s legs, pushing one off onto the floor. He leans in and kisses Nichkhun’s lips, trailing kisses down his neck and onto his chest as he sticks a finger inside. He adds another digit when he feels Nichkhun relax.
“I’m not fragile, Chansung,” Nichkhun says suddenly. “I just want you to fuck me.”
Chansung frowns, not liking being told what to do - especially during sex. Except his brain doesn’t entirely process the next moment as he watches Nichkhun grab his cock and starts jerking himself off. In that next moment Chansung shoves his cock into Nichkhun, causing the other to scream out in surprise.
Nichkhun moans and grips onto the sides of the couch. Chansung holds onto Nichkhun’s hips, positioning them at a different angle before thrusting again. Nichkhun throws his head back and pushes his hips downwards, meeting Chansung’s thrusts. Chansung fists Nichkhun’s cock, moving his hand to the rhythm of his thrusts. Nichkhun is breathing heavily, eyes screwed shut and mouthing Chansung’s name into the air.
Nichkhun comes messily into Chansung’s hand. Chansung isn’t too far behind and with a few more thrusts, he’s coming into Nichkhun. He rests his head against Nichkhun’s chest, pressing light kisses here and there.
Nichkhun closes his eyes and wraps his arms around Chansung.
*
Chansung wakes up pressed against a sweaty chest. He looks up and finds he’s looking at Nichkhun’s amused face.
“Oh fuck.”
“That’s precisely what we did,” Nichkhun says and kisses Chansung’s cheek. “Sleep well?”
Chansung only finds himself capable of nodding his head. He grabs his cell phone that’s on the coffee table and his eyebrows rise in surprise when he sees how many missed calls and text messages he has.
“It’s been going off for a while,” Nichkhun tells him.
“What clingy bastards,” Chansung says as he looks through the text messages. He tries not to smile when he sees a particular one about getting laid from Jinwoon.
He jumps and almost drops his phone when it starts ringing. Nichkhun shakes his head and pads off into his room, giving Chansung privacy to answer his call.
“What the fuck do you want?” Chansung says, answering his phone.
“Well, I’m sorry if I was fucking worried about you, douchebag,” Junho replies. “Do you know what time is it, your royal highness?”
“No, what time is it?”
He can hear Junho throwing his hands up in the air through the phone. “It’s fucking 9AM!”
“It’s what?!” Chansung exclaims and looks at the time on his phone. “What the hell?! Why didn’t you call me?”
Junho makes a noise in his throat. “What the fuck do you think me and Jinwoon were doing the entire night? You may have been getting laid, dumbass, but I clearly was not. Jinwoon’s been shitting his pants worrying about you.”
He hears Jinwoon in the background and pictures Junho waving him off. “Sorry about that.”
Junho sighs. “Well, at least you’re sorry. So what happened?”
Chansung flushes and hisses into the phone, “Nothing, why do you think something happened?”
“Because you’ve been gone since 3:30PM yesterday afternoon.”
“I ... really?”
“Yes, really, you shithead.”
“Oh,” Chansung replies dumbly.
Nichkhun comes back into the living room rubbing his neck. He’s wearing sweat pants and throws the pair in his hands at Chansung. “Do you want coffee?”
Chansung nods his head and curses Nichkhun for talking. Junho’s freaking out on the line.
“Who is that?! Who is that?! Hwang Chansung! Is that Nichkhun the TA?!”
“Fuck you, no. I’m going now. Don’t call me unless it’s important.” He shuts his phone and hurriedly puts the sweat pants on.
He follows Nichkhun into the kitchen and looks at him sheepishly. Nichkhun smiles at him and pulls him into his arms. He kisses Chansung and smiles up at him. “Up for another round?”
*
Chansung is staring blankly at the wall during the discussion of the next tutorial. He’s clearly not paying attention so when Nichkhun dismisses the class he’s surprised. He gathers his things and is about to walk out the door when Nichkhun tells him to stay for a bit. Chansung winces but closes the door.
He knows Nichkhun doesn’t like it when he spaces out during his class, but sometimes he couldn’t help it. His boyfriend’s discussions are either really boring or ... yeah really boring.
Nichkhun frowns and corners him into the wall. “Not paying attention in class today, I see.”
“It was boring,” Chansung replies.
“I see,” Nichkhun says and kisses Chansung’s neck. “How about that?”
“Still boring,” Chansung says, pretending not to be affected.
Nichkhun’s expression darkens and cups Chansung’s cock through slacks. “And this?”
Chansung doesn’t answer. Instead, he pushes his hips against Nichkhun’s hand and kisses the other man. He wraps his arms around Nichkhun’s waist, pulling him closer.
If there’s a plus side to have your boyfriend as your TA it’s that no matter what, he won’t fail you. Not if he wants to sex for the next century anyway.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing: Chansung/Nichkhun, with a little Junho/Jinwoon
Word Count: 4,985
Summary: AU: Chansung is Nichkhun's student. Chansung seems to be doing really bad in his class, so Nichkhun decides to help him.
Notes: for milkyxduckie who asked for AU Chansung/Nichkhun in student/teacher relationship. sorry hon, i'm pretty sure this isn't what you had in mind but i hope you like it anyway ♥ i'm not sure how universities are elsewhere? but where i go to you have a lecture with the prof and then a TA who helps you understand the material better. TA stands for teaching assisstant, they're also called tutorial leaders. please take note of the rating!
i also apologize for the lack in fics lately, especially to those who have requested something. please don't get discouraged ♥ i will get to writing your request. i've just been thrown a huge curveball called school and it sucks like no tomorrow. i'll still write whenever i have time though so yeah ♥
the quiz incident
Chansung slides into the chair quietly, staring at the unfamiliar faces of the rest of his class. After judging everyone by their appearance - holy shit does that chick have a head brace?! - he decides that he doesn’t want to befriend anyone in the room. He frowns as he takes out his notebook and cell phone. He goes through his inbox and curses Junho and Jinwoon for already making friends. He replies to both and promises Junho that he’ll take pictures of the girl with the head brace for him.
The girl beside him smiles and Chansung manages to smile back. The girl isn’t that pretty - average looking, long hair, straight teeth, plastic nose, owlish eyes - but at least she doesn’t wear a head brace. Chansung checks his phone again and glares at the time. The teacher is late, really late.
At that precise moment he hears hurried footsteps coming from the door. He turns around to find the teacher walk in, face flushed, holding a coffee cup in one hand while trying to balance a pile of books in his other hand. Chansung thinks for a second that he should get up and help him but remembers how horribly late the bastard is and decides against it. The girl with the head brace gets up and moves to help him but the teacher has already reached the desk. Chansung snickers, how embarrassing.
The teacher sighs in relief as he puts everything down on the desk. He begins looking through papers and takes a stack out. He gives it to the boy with big glasses and curly hair and says, “Pass these around, this is the course syllabus.”
He rummages through his bag and passes another set of papers around. He takes a sip of his coffee and looks up at the class and smiles. The girl next to Chansung swoons and so does the girl with the head brace - okay, make that every girl in the entire class.
“Sorry for being late, everyone,” he apologizes. “I’m not used to waking up so early and found myself running late.”
“Don’t worry about it,” the girl next to Chansung gushes.
Chansung makes a face of disgust at her. Could she be more obvious? He looks at the teacher and finds nothing attractive about him. Ok, sure, his brown hair looks really soft and shiny, and his smile is really cute - his eyes are cute too. His shirt isn’t buttoned all the way to the top, and his jeans are really nice and they fit his ass perfectly.
Wait. What?
Oh shit.
“My name is Nichkhun, and I will be your TA for AP POLS1000.”
Oh shit.
*
“How was your class?” Jinwoon asks as Chansung comes out of the room. He peeks inside looking at everyone and makes a face. “Invalid question, how about you transfer into my tutorial?”
“Oh god, can I please?” Chansung gives Jinwoon a helpless look. “My tutorial is made up of a bunch of fucking morons. All the girls swoon whenever the TA speaks.”
“Really? He’s hot?” Jinwoon asks and turns his head to look back to see if he can catch a glimpse of said TA. “If he’s hot why aren’t you swooning?”
Chansung glares at his friend. “Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I like everything that has a dick.”
Jinwoon wags his eyebrows at him. “You sure about that?”
“Fuck you, asshole,” Chansung says as he smacks his head. “Sorry, but I’m not interested in your dick. I don’t screw anything that’s 3 inches when hard.”
Jinwoon punches Chansung in the stomach. “Excuse me, but that was rude.”
Chansung smirks. “It’s the truth isn’t it, Jinwoonie? Should I ask Junho if he’s satisfied every night with-”
Chansung doesn’t have a chance to continue and runs for safety.
*
The TA’s late again, which Chansung doesn’t appreciate. He nestles his head in his arms and is just about to fall asleep when Nichkhun walks into the room.
“Sorry guys,” he apologizes as he sets his stuff down. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately.”
The girl next to Chansung - why the hell does she insist on sitting next to him? - gushes her reply and preens when Nichkhun smiles. Chansung sits up and rolls his eyes at her. Really, she has please fuck me stamped on her forehead.
“Can everyone get their diagnostic essays out?” Nichkhun asks and opens a folder. “Now, this is just a reminder to everyone that this will not be graded. This is just for me to see how you’ll do in the class and help you if you need any improvements.”
Nichkhun walks around picking up the diagnostics from everyone. When he gets to Chansung he smiles and brushes his fingers lightly over Chansung’s as he takes the paper from him. “Thank you.”
Chansung blushes and turns his face away, not noticing the amused expression on Nichkhun’s face.
As Nichkhun conducts the rest of the class trying to produce a discussion about last week’s lecture, Chansung tries to calm his rapidly beating heart.
*
“I saw your TA,” Junho says as he sits down next to Chansung on the bench. “Man is fine.”
Chansung groans and buries his face in his hands. “Don’t fucking talk about him.”
“Why?” Junho asks. “It’s not like you - oh my god!” Junho exclaims in excitement. “You do!”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I do what?”
“You like your TA!” Junho is flailing. “Oh my god! I’ve got to tell Jinwoon.” He takes his phone out and moves away when Chansung attempts to take it.
“Fuck, Junho! Stop it!” Chansung is looking at his friend in desperation. “I don’t fucking like him, okay?”
“Yeah, okay, and Kwon likes girls.” Junho rolls his eyes.
Chansung glares at him. “I don’t like him!”
“Yes you do!” Junho insists and pockets his phone. “Clearly you do because your face is tomato red right now!”
Chansung blushes harder making Junho laugh even more.
“Oh my god, stop, stop!” Junho cries. “This is too funny.”
“I fucking hate you. You’re such a bastard.”
“Love you too, babe.”
“If Jinwoon heard you right now-”
Junho laughs. “I’m not whipped, dumbass. Unlike someone I know~”
Junho dodges Chansung’s next attack.
*
Chansung looks at the time and is praising whatever god is watching over him for the class almost being over. Nichkhun takes a folder out of his bag and starts walking around the class.
“I’m handing back your diagnostics now,” he says as he makes his way around the room. “They’re not that bad, some need a little bit of work but over all everyone did a good job. The grade that I’ve given you is not a real grade, but it shows you just how you would’ve done had this been a real assignment. Please pay attention to the comments that I’ve written at the bottom or in the margins. This way when you go to write your actual essay for this course you won’t fail.”
Chansung has this unexplainable feeling growing in his chest when Nichkhun hands him his paper last and gives him a tight lipped smile. He looks at his paper and feels like a tonne of bricks fell on his head.
“Other than that class dismissed. Oh! Don’t forget to study for the upcoming quiz! Remember it’s 10% of your grade!”
Everyone in the room clears out but Chansung lingers just a bit longer, taking his time until it’s just he and Nichkhun in the room. Nichkhun looks at him with a smile - Chansung thinks he doesn’t have any other facial expressions.
“I see you read my comment.”
“It’s written in red and it says please stay behind after class, obviously I read it.”
Nichkhun hums in reply and then sighs. “Did you take law in high school?”
“Yes,” Chansung replies, he looks outside the door and shoos Jinwoon and Junho away.
“I’ll be out in a sec, guys.”
He looks at Nichkhun apologetically who smiles. “Don’t worry about it. Anyway, what did you get in law?”
“95%,” Chansung says automatically.
“Really?” Nichkhun’s shocked.
“Yeah,” Chansung answers, “seeing what you gave me surprises me a little.”
“Well, there are always room for improvements, Chansung,” Nichkhun replies. “We can set up an appointment and go over your diagnostic if you want.”
Chansung nods in agreement.
“Great!” Nichkhun says and gathers his things. “We’ll set up an appointment next week since your essay isn’t due until midterms. Study for your quiz!”
*
“What happened with your TA?” Junho asks at lunch and waves down one of his new friends to come and sit with the trio.
“He gave a pretend grade on our diagnostic,” Chansung tells him and shoves food in his mouth. “He gave me a fucking 50.”
“What?!” Junho and Jinwoon exclaim at the same time.
“I know,” Chansung says and nods at the newcomer. “I’m so fucking pissed.”
“What’s up, guys?” Wooyoung sits next to Chansung and proceed to trade lunches.
“Chansung got a 50 on his diagnostic,” Jinwoon supplies. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Ouch. What class?”
“POLS1000,” Chansung says and shoves more food into this mouth. “Bullshit class.”
“Who’s your TA?” Wooyoung gulps down half of Chansung’s lunch.
“Nichkhun - that foreign guy?”
Wooyoung’s eyes widen and gives Chansung a sympathetic look. “I took his class last year, he’s a hard marker. He’s really nice, but he marks so fucking hard.”
“Like I wasn’t already aware,” Chansung says bitterly.
“It was only a diagnostic,” Junho says trying to cheer him up. “You’ll do better in the other assignments. Didn’t he offer to help you?”
Chansung nods glumly as he bites into his banana. “Fuck, the quiz is next week.” He looks at Jinwoon. “Did you start studying for that?”
Jinwoon shakes his head in reply. “No, but I’m shitting my pants. How is this worth 10%?”
“Don’t question,” Wooyoung answers, “that’s what I’ve learned so far. Just don’t question anything.”
*
Chansung walks into the next class with his stomach in a knot. He knows he failed the quiz that he took last week, he just knows it. The rest of the class seemed uneasy about it too. The entire class is uneasy as the discussion takes place so by the time the class ends and Nichkhun is handing out their quizzes with an unreadable expression on his face, everyone is sweating nervously.
As the others in the tutorial look at their marks, Chansung can’t help but get even more nervous. The girl with the head brace looks like she’s about to burst into tears. Everyone files out of the room and soon it’s just Chansung and Nichkhun alone. Nichkhun walks to the door and closes it, raising an amused eyebrow at Jinwoon and Junho.
Nichkhun hands Chansung his quiz. Chansung looks at it feels like vomiting.
“I don’t usually do this, Chansung, but I decided I’d change my methods for you. I’ll allow you to write a make-up test tomorrow in my office.”
Chansung eyes widen. “Really?”
Nichkhun nods his head. “I think you have potential, Chansung. I don’t want you failing my class.”
“Right. Thanks,” Chansung says and shoves the quiz in his bag.
“No problem, Chansung,” Nichkhun replies. “You know where my office is, right?”
“Yeah, what time should I be there?”
“4:00PM good for you?”
Chansung nods his head.
“Perfect,” Nichkhun says with a smile. “Study hard, Chansung.”
*
Jinwoon and Junho’s jaws drop open when Chansung tells them what happened. “Seriously?! What the hell! The guy sounds like a bastard.”
“He was pretty nice about giving me a make-up test,” Chansung says, hugging his pillow closer. “He could have just let me failed that 10% of my life.”
“That’s true.” Jinwoon sighs and looks at his own quiz. “I didn’t expect it to be this hard.”
“Neither did I,” Chansung replies bitterly.
*
Chansung arrives at Nichkhun’s office fifteen minutes early. He knocks on the door and opens it to find Nichkhun sitting at his desk.
“Hey,” Nichkhun says looking up from his laptop. “You’re early, that’s great.”
Chansung smiles awkwardly and closes the door. “This is all to yourself?”
Nichkhun grins. “I mentioned that my last office was too cramped and how I didn’t like sharing my personal space with other people and this year I find myself with this. I wasn’t expecting it.”
Chansung raises an eyebrow. He wouldn’t be surprised if all Nichkhun did was smile at someone and he was given this office.
Nichkhun gets up and puts his laptop away. “Okay,” he says, “sit here and I’ll get you a copy of the other class’ quiz.”
Chansung puts his bag down and tries not to look at Nichkhun’s ass as he bends over something to reach for his bag.
“Sorry, I wasn’t really prepared for you to come this early,” Nichkhun says.
“Not everyone runs late like you do,” Chansung tells him. “Sorry, I didn’t really mean that.”
Nichkhun laughs as he sifts through papers. “Don’t worry about it, it’s true anyway. I’m not exactly a morning person.”
He puts the quiz in front of Chansung with a smile. “Here, good luck!”
Chansung finds himself smiling back at him. He looks at the quiz and immediately his mind goes what the fuck. He looks at Nichkhun who’s sitting on the desk, looking at him with an amused expression.
“What is this?” Chansung asks, pointing at the paper.
Nichkhun grins and leans on the handles of the chair, his face inching closer to Chansung’s. “What do you think it is?” he murmurs softly, running his tongue over the shell of Chansung’s ear.
Chansung’s eyes widen. “I-I-”
“Very articulate, aren’t we?” Nichkhun presses an open mouth kiss at Chansung’s throat, moving downwards.
“I thought-”
“Thought what?” Nichkhun questions and kisses Chansung’s lips softly. He grins at Chansung’s dazed expression.
Nichkhun’s fingers hover over the button of Chansung’s jeans and he looks up at Chansung through hooded eyes. “Be a good student and write your name on the top of the page.”
“Huh?”
“Your quiz paper,” Nichkhun explains patiently.
“I, what?”
Nichkhun unbuttons Chansung’s jeans and squeezes Chansung’s erection through his boxers. “I said write your name on the top of the page.”
Chansung bites his lip as he grabs for his pen. Nichkhun lowers himself further onto his knees so Chansung has room to write his name. Chansung starts with the first character of his name but stops when he feels warm fingers on his cock. He grips the pen harder and looks down to find Nichkhun smirking at him.
“Finished writing your name?”
Chansung shakes his head, gasping when Nichkhun squeezes his cock firmly. “Finish writing it.”
Chansung hurriedly scribbles his name on the page, his writing illegible towards the end. When he sits back into the chair Nichkhun is still smirking at him.
“What do you think you’re doing, Chansung?” Nichkhun says, slowly moving his hand up and down the size of Chansung’s shaft. “You know perfectly well that you have a quiz to write.”
Chansung can’t find it within himself to answer. He groans in response and closes his eyes. Nichkhun laughs quietly and leans up and kisses Chansung full on the mouth. He pulls back and removes his hand from around Chansung’s cock.
“You have a quiz to write, Chansung,” Nichkhun says and the younger man’s eyes snap open.
“Huh?”
“What? Did you think you weren’t going to write it?” Nichkhun’s amused as Chansung eyes him. “Sit up and start the quiz.”
Chansung sits up and moves to cover himself but is stopped when Nichkhun smacks his hand away. “You’re going to write your quiz while I finish, okay?”
“What?!” Chansung exclaims. “You think - how the hell - what?!”
Nichkhun raises an eyebrow and sinks down onto his knees, his hand wrapping around Chansung’s cock. “Stop stalling and write your quiz.”
Nichkhun moves his hand slowly and Chansung groans, closing his eyes. Nichkhun grins and pinches the other’s stomach. Chansung’s eyes open dazedly.
“Write your quiz or else I’ll fail you.”
Chansung can’t believe this guy is serious. How the fuck does he expect him to write a quiz while getting a hand job at the same time? Things do not happen that way.
“If I’m going to write my quiz ... will you stop?”
“No, why?”
“Cause I won’t be able to concentrate properly ... or write anything properly.”
“Of course you can,” Nichkhun answers and to prove his point he hands Chansung the pen. “You’ll write the quiz and I’ll finish what I started.”
Chansung wants to kill him. He leans over the other man and tries to concentrate on the first question. He doesn’t. He can’t believe he’s getting a fucking hand job and writing a quiz at the same time. Not only that, he can’t believe it’s his TA giving him a hand job.
“Answer the first question,” Nichkhun says.
What a fucker. What a fucker. What a fucker.
Nichkhun laughs silently as Chansung mutters under his breath. Can’t have that now, he thinks and moves his stilled hand. He pumps his fist up and down, slow at first and then faster. He watches as Chansung’s eyes close and then open quickly, hurriedly looking down at the piece of paper in front of him. He tries to write something on the page and Nichkhun grins devilishly. He brings his head down just so and licks the slit at the head of Chansung’s cock.
Chansung gasps and nearly drops the pen in his hand.
“All right?” Nichkhun asks.
“F-f-fine.”
Grinning Nichkhun says, “Good.”
He watches as Chansung tries to concentrate once more. Nichkhun smirks and runs his tongue up the length of Chansung’s cock and then back down. He watches Chansung drop the pen and close his eyes, groaning softly. Nichkhun takes the head of Chansung’s cock into his mouth, sucking softly before taking as much as can into his mouth.
Chansung moans and leans back into the chair, quiz forgotten. He tangles his fingers in Nichkhun’s hair, his hips moving upwards. He grips onto Nichkhun’s hair harder as he feels himself coming close. His breathing gets heavier and at the last second he thrusts his cock into Nichkhun’s mouth. Chansung covers his eyes with his arm, feeling his cock leave the warmth of Nichkhun’s mouth.
Nichkhun gets up and grabs the water bottle on his desk. He peeks at Chansung’s quiz and tries to control his laughter. There’s a huge line going across the paper and the first question is answered with fuck. Nichkhun looks at the boy still sitting on his chair with his face covered. He walks over to Chansung’s bag and rummages through his things, pulling out the crumpled quiz from the bottom of the bag.
He takes the pen and scribbles something on the quiz. He takes the other quiz that Chansung tried to write and writes on it as well. He staples the two together and looks at Chansung who’s fixing himself. Nichkhun grins and waves the pieces of paper in front of him. Confused, he looks at Nichkhun and has his hand out for the papers.
Nichkhun raises an eyebrow and leans in to kiss Chansung. The kiss starts off slow, before quickly heating up. Chansung puts his hand at the back of Nichkhun’s neck, pulling him closer. Nichkhun pulls back quickly, shaking his head.
“This,” he says shoving the papers into Chansung’s hand, “is your grade for the quiz. There’s also the scheduled appointment to go over your diagnostic essay on there.” Nichkhun puts his hand over the papers as Chansung looks at them. “No, you’re only to see it once you get out of my office.”
“So ... you’re kicking me out?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Moments later, Chansung is standing outside Nichkhun’s office with a dumbfounded expression on his face. He looks down at the crumpled papers in his hand. The first one was the quiz he first wrote - his grade is an 85%, with the previous corrections crossed out. Chansung frowns and looks at the other piece of paper.
He blushes when he realizes it’s a date, time and Nichkhun’s address to his apartment.
*
Chansung arrives at Nichkhun’s apartment with butterflies in his stomach. He wonders just what is going to happen because if the ‘quiz incident’ happens again, Chansung knows he’s not going to be able to show his face to the next tutorial.
He knocks on the door and smiles awkwardly when Nichkhun opens the door.
“Hey! You’re early,” Nichkhun says and opens the door wider, gesturing for Chansung to come in. “Did you bring your books and stuff?”
“Yeah,” Chansung replies dumbly as he takes his shoes off.
“Good, good,” Nichkhun replies. “Take everything out and set it on the coffee table would you? Did you want anything to drink?”
“Do you have coke?” Chansung asks making his way to the living room.
“Sure.”
Chansung sits on the couch and begins to take out his things. He curses his hands for shaking and sits on them once he’s done taking everything out. He tries to smile at Nichkhun when he comes back out with two cans of coke and a platter of ... something.
“It’s banana cake,” Nichkhun says seeing Chansung stare at it. “Made it myself.”
“You cook?” Chansung manages to say as he takes the can of coke that Nichkhun hands him.
“I bake,” Nichkhun replies and laughs as he cuts Chansung a slice. “If I cook it turns into a disaster.”
Chansung nods and bites into the cake. He closes his eyes and hums in appreciation, savouring the taste in his mouth. This is it, he’s gone and died and experienced a wonderful orgasm in his mouth.
“I’ll assume that you like it then,” Nichkhun says grinning. Chansung’s eyes snap open and he gives Nichkhun a sheepish look. “Okay, so moving onto business.”
Nichkhun inches closer to Chansung and puts a hand on his knee. He picks up the diagnostic that’s on the coffee table and begins to read through it. Chansung, on the other hand, thinks he’s just about to die. Literally. Nichkhun’s fingers are tapping at his knee and he’s starting to think thoughts that aren’t appropriate and - holy shit.
Nichkhun’s hand is slowly inching up Chansung’s leg. His hand stops once it’s dangerously close to Chansung’s crotch. Chansung thinks of the ‘quiz incident’ and oh god, he doesn’t know what to do.
Throwing the piece of paper on the coffee table, Chansung’s surprised to hear Nichkhun mutter ‘fuck it’. Nichkhun turns his body around and kisses Chansung. He manoeuvres his body so that he’s straddling the other man. His hands are going up Chansung’s shirt, fingers pinching hardened nipples.
Chansung’s hands are at the hem of his shirt and he’s surprised when Chansung proceeds to take it off. Nichkhun grins. “Eager, are we?”
“Just shut up,” Chansung replies and claims Nichkhun’s mouth once more. He wraps his arms around Nichkhun’s waist, pulling him closer. Nichkhun moans and grinds his hips against Chansung’s and takes off the other man’s shirt.
“Too many clothes,” Nichkhun says pulling away from the kiss and unbuttons Chansung’s jeans.
He smirks as he strips the other man of his clothes, and steps out of his own jeans. Laughing, he swats Chansung’s hands away when they attempt to take off his boxers.
“Not yet.” He shakes his head and grins when Chansung growls low in his throat. His hands splay over Chansung’s chest and move south, squeezing the other’s erection.
Chansung groans and grips onto Nichkhun’s hips. Nichkhun smirks and runs his tongue against the shell of Chansung’s ear, lightly blowing air afterwards causing the other man to shiver. Nichkhun moves his hand up and down, slowly picking up a rhythm.
“Chansung,” Nichkhun murmurs, “will you do something for me?”
Chansung nods his head dumbly.
“Fuck me.”
Chansung looks at Nichkhun with wide eyes.
“Don’t you want to?” Nichkhun says, cocking his head to the side. Nichkhun palms Chansung’s cock as he continues talking, taking Chansung’s hand in his and brings it to his own erection. He moans as Chansung finds the guts to squeeze him through his boxers. “Don’t you want to?”
Nichkhun grins when Chansung nods yes. “Lube?”
Nichkhun stands up and slides the door of the coffee table open. He takes out a bottle of lube and hands it Chansung.
“Prepared for this much,” Chansung mutters under his breath, not expecting Nichkhun to hear him.
“There are bottles of these stashed around odd places of my entire apartment,” Nichkhun tells Chansung, watching through hooded eyes as Chansung slicks his cock with lube. “You never know what’s going to ... happen.”
Chansung waves off Nichkhun’s response with a nod and motions for him to lie on the couch. He bites his bottom lip when Nichkhun does so; he feels his cock twitch as the other man shrugs his boxers off. Chansung positions himself in between Nichkhun’s legs, pushing one off onto the floor. He leans in and kisses Nichkhun’s lips, trailing kisses down his neck and onto his chest as he sticks a finger inside. He adds another digit when he feels Nichkhun relax.
“I’m not fragile, Chansung,” Nichkhun says suddenly. “I just want you to fuck me.”
Chansung frowns, not liking being told what to do - especially during sex. Except his brain doesn’t entirely process the next moment as he watches Nichkhun grab his cock and starts jerking himself off. In that next moment Chansung shoves his cock into Nichkhun, causing the other to scream out in surprise.
Nichkhun moans and grips onto the sides of the couch. Chansung holds onto Nichkhun’s hips, positioning them at a different angle before thrusting again. Nichkhun throws his head back and pushes his hips downwards, meeting Chansung’s thrusts. Chansung fists Nichkhun’s cock, moving his hand to the rhythm of his thrusts. Nichkhun is breathing heavily, eyes screwed shut and mouthing Chansung’s name into the air.
Nichkhun comes messily into Chansung’s hand. Chansung isn’t too far behind and with a few more thrusts, he’s coming into Nichkhun. He rests his head against Nichkhun’s chest, pressing light kisses here and there.
Nichkhun closes his eyes and wraps his arms around Chansung.
*
Chansung wakes up pressed against a sweaty chest. He looks up and finds he’s looking at Nichkhun’s amused face.
“Oh fuck.”
“That’s precisely what we did,” Nichkhun says and kisses Chansung’s cheek. “Sleep well?”
Chansung only finds himself capable of nodding his head. He grabs his cell phone that’s on the coffee table and his eyebrows rise in surprise when he sees how many missed calls and text messages he has.
“It’s been going off for a while,” Nichkhun tells him.
“What clingy bastards,” Chansung says as he looks through the text messages. He tries not to smile when he sees a particular one about getting laid from Jinwoon.
He jumps and almost drops his phone when it starts ringing. Nichkhun shakes his head and pads off into his room, giving Chansung privacy to answer his call.
“What the fuck do you want?” Chansung says, answering his phone.
“Well, I’m sorry if I was fucking worried about you, douchebag,” Junho replies. “Do you know what time is it, your royal highness?”
“No, what time is it?”
He can hear Junho throwing his hands up in the air through the phone. “It’s fucking 9AM!”
“It’s what?!” Chansung exclaims and looks at the time on his phone. “What the hell?! Why didn’t you call me?”
Junho makes a noise in his throat. “What the fuck do you think me and Jinwoon were doing the entire night? You may have been getting laid, dumbass, but I clearly was not. Jinwoon’s been shitting his pants worrying about you.”
He hears Jinwoon in the background and pictures Junho waving him off. “Sorry about that.”
Junho sighs. “Well, at least you’re sorry. So what happened?”
Chansung flushes and hisses into the phone, “Nothing, why do you think something happened?”
“Because you’ve been gone since 3:30PM yesterday afternoon.”
“I ... really?”
“Yes, really, you shithead.”
“Oh,” Chansung replies dumbly.
Nichkhun comes back into the living room rubbing his neck. He’s wearing sweat pants and throws the pair in his hands at Chansung. “Do you want coffee?”
Chansung nods his head and curses Nichkhun for talking. Junho’s freaking out on the line.
“Who is that?! Who is that?! Hwang Chansung! Is that Nichkhun the TA?!”
“Fuck you, no. I’m going now. Don’t call me unless it’s important.” He shuts his phone and hurriedly puts the sweat pants on.
He follows Nichkhun into the kitchen and looks at him sheepishly. Nichkhun smiles at him and pulls him into his arms. He kisses Chansung and smiles up at him. “Up for another round?”
*
Chansung is staring blankly at the wall during the discussion of the next tutorial. He’s clearly not paying attention so when Nichkhun dismisses the class he’s surprised. He gathers his things and is about to walk out the door when Nichkhun tells him to stay for a bit. Chansung winces but closes the door.
He knows Nichkhun doesn’t like it when he spaces out during his class, but sometimes he couldn’t help it. His boyfriend’s discussions are either really boring or ... yeah really boring.
Nichkhun frowns and corners him into the wall. “Not paying attention in class today, I see.”
“It was boring,” Chansung replies.
“I see,” Nichkhun says and kisses Chansung’s neck. “How about that?”
“Still boring,” Chansung says, pretending not to be affected.
Nichkhun’s expression darkens and cups Chansung’s cock through slacks. “And this?”
Chansung doesn’t answer. Instead, he pushes his hips against Nichkhun’s hand and kisses the other man. He wraps his arms around Nichkhun’s waist, pulling him closer.
If there’s a plus side to have your boyfriend as your TA it’s that no matter what, he won’t fail you. Not if he wants to sex for the next century anyway.