Learning to Love - Step Fourteen: Screwed (Part 3)
Author: Star_Sarang
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): implied smut, sexual implications
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Dongwoo frowned as he spotted a familiar tall male in the corner couch of the club cuddling with some handsome guy.
"Sungyeol?!" he screamed.
Sungyeol jumped visibly and glanced around for the voice. He finally spotted Dongwoo and waved. The older motioned for him to come toward him, and Sungyeol got up, but the man he was sitting with pulled him back by the wrist. Their faces lingered dangerously close to each other before Sungyeol was allowed to go over to Dongwoo.
"Who the hell is that?" asked Dongwoo, draining his cup of... Whatever alcohol the bartender had set in front of him.
"A... Friend..." he answered, nodding to the bartender, a gesture saying that he wanted his regular drink.
"You're a regular here?" he said.
"What're you doing here, hyung?" he asked, avoiding the question.
Dongwoo turned his head slightly and gaped. "Hoya...?"
"Hoya? Drinking away your problems?"
"No..." He pointed to the corner where Sungyeol had been with the handsome guy. It was Hoya!! All over Jonghun!!
Without thinking but with one mind with different but similar thoughts, Sungyeol and Dongwoo both stormed over to Hoya and pulled him away from Jonghun. They were jealous. Dongwoo's heart had never strayed away from Hoya, but Sungyeol was confused. He wasn't sure whether he was jealous of Hoya spread out all over Jonghun or of Jonghun who was doing his job and caressing what skin he could on Hoya's back.
Dongwoo yanked Hoya away from Jonghun as Sungyeol bent down to Jonghun's level to explain what was happening.
"Don't worry about it, honey," Sungyeol murmured. "It's nothing you did but that dude is my friend's ex. He's still hung up and him and blah."
"This is... Myungsoo? And Sungjong?"
"No no... The other one."
"Woohyun and Sunggyu?"
"No... The other one!! Woohyun and Sunggyu are tight and have no problems."
"Oh! So Hoya and Dongwoo!"
"Yes!"
Jonghun just nodded and pulled Sungyeol to sit close to him again. "Let's see what the two of them do, eh?" he breathed against Sungyeol's ear, tickling his neck.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dongwoo hissed.
"Oh! It's Jang Dongwoo! Why're you--hic!!--you here?" Hoya giggled. "You hate me--hic!! So why you here??"
Hoya was draped over Dongwoo's arm, legs unable to support his drunken body.
"Dongwoo-ah... You--hic!!--hate me... Hic!! But... But... Hic!! I..."
Dongwoo felt like crying at Hoya's broken mind, sobbing tears from an unknown reason to Dongwoo.
"Hoya... Hoya, honey..." he said softly, hugging his muscled frame. "Please... Look at me, love..."
"Don't call me that!!" he sobbed. "You--hic!!--hate--mmph!!"
Dongwoo suddenly crashed his lips into Hoya's to shut him up. "No... Don't say that," he said softly. He kissed Hoya again. "Please never say that. I don't hate you, Hoya."
"No!!" Hoya hiccuped. "Dongwoo doesn't love me!!" He tried to push him away, but Dongwoo held Hoya against him closely. "Stop playing mind tricks!!"
"Shh..." Dongwoo shushed, rubbing circles in Hoya's back, soothing the hiccuping sobs. "Hoya... Don't say that... I love you. I love you so much..."
Hoya stopped sobbing for a moment before glancing up into Dongwoo's face. "Dong-Dongwoo-ah...." he cried, nuzzling his face into the older's chest.
Dongwoo felt his heart break as Hoya suddenly reached out for an empty ice bucket by the counter and heaved everything he'd eaten and drank into it. The break up must've been hard on him too. It'd hardly been a week and Dongwoo had locked himself up while Hoya was trying to drink away his sorrows. Was this what their relationship would be like all the time?
After Hoya finished retching into the ice bucket, he placed it back on the counter and snuggled into Dongwoo's arms again. "Take me home please..." he murmured. "Please take me home..."
Dongwoo kissed Hoya's sweaty forehead and picked him up. "Anything for you, love..." he murmured.
"See? I told you they'd be fine!" Jonghun exclaimed.
Sungyeol nodded absentmindedly. It hurt, seeing Dongwoo look so lovingly at Hoya. He still wasn't over his crush on Dongwoo; he probably never would get over it.
"Yeollie?" Jonghun said softly, a hand touching Sungyeol's thigh. "Are you okay?"
Sungyeol hurriedly wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. He turned around suddenly and kissed Jonghun roughly. "Please take me away from here," he said quietly, scooting into Jonghun's strong, open arms. "Please..."
Jonghun nodded, picking Sungyeol up and headed toward his room in the upstairs loft. Clothes were feverishly discarded, torn even, as Sungyeol desperately clung on to Jonghun's neck as he guided him to the bed.
"Make it go away..." he cried. "Make me forget him..."
Jonghun kissed Sungyeol gently and climbed on top of him. "Don't worry, Yeollie... I'll take care of you..."
And with that, Sungyeol tried to forget Dongwoo for the nth time with sex, but this time was different, because the pain was even more unbearable. He'd fallen deeper and deeper in love with Dongwoo... He was screwed...
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Myungsoo was sure to burst with sexual tension. Throughout their day in the park, Sungjong sat so close to him, yet so far. His perk little ass was sculpted perfectly within his tight skinny jeans that rode low upon his hips. He wore a big, loose pink t-shirt that showed off his tantalizing milky skin. Oh how he would do anything to just mark that pale, unblemished skin with his teeth, creating dark purple bruises on his neck and shoulders.
"Myungsoo hyung..." Sungjong said softly, snapping him out of his reverie.
"Yes?" he said absentmindedly.
"He didn't hear anything," Junhyung answered, laughing.
Sungjong giggled and Hyunseung chuckled. Myungsoo frowned, confused. "What?" he said. "What happened?"
The three just kept laughing as Myungsoo was left wondering. "What the hell just happened?!" he demanded.
"I asked if you thought Hyunseung was cute," Junhyung said, "and you answered, 'Wow, fucking Sungjong would be amazing right about now.'"
The trio laughed again as Myungsoo blushed. He was so screwed today. He glanced at Sungjong who decided to suddenly suck on a strawberry at thar moment and Myungsoo's cock decided to take pleasure in the sight.
Sungjong looked at Myungsoo innocently with a hint of knowing lust. Myungsoo groaned inwardly to himself. Yep... He was so screwed...
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): implied smut, sexual implications
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Dongwoo frowned as he spotted a familiar tall male in the corner couch of the club cuddling with some handsome guy.
"Sungyeol?!" he screamed.
Sungyeol jumped visibly and glanced around for the voice. He finally spotted Dongwoo and waved. The older motioned for him to come toward him, and Sungyeol got up, but the man he was sitting with pulled him back by the wrist. Their faces lingered dangerously close to each other before Sungyeol was allowed to go over to Dongwoo.
"Who the hell is that?" asked Dongwoo, draining his cup of... Whatever alcohol the bartender had set in front of him.
"A... Friend..." he answered, nodding to the bartender, a gesture saying that he wanted his regular drink.
"You're a regular here?" he said.
"What're you doing here, hyung?" he asked, avoiding the question.
Dongwoo turned his head slightly and gaped. "Hoya...?"
"Hoya? Drinking away your problems?"
"No..." He pointed to the corner where Sungyeol had been with the handsome guy. It was Hoya!! All over Jonghun!!
Without thinking but with one mind with different but similar thoughts, Sungyeol and Dongwoo both stormed over to Hoya and pulled him away from Jonghun. They were jealous. Dongwoo's heart had never strayed away from Hoya, but Sungyeol was confused. He wasn't sure whether he was jealous of Hoya spread out all over Jonghun or of Jonghun who was doing his job and caressing what skin he could on Hoya's back.
Dongwoo yanked Hoya away from Jonghun as Sungyeol bent down to Jonghun's level to explain what was happening.
"Don't worry about it, honey," Sungyeol murmured. "It's nothing you did but that dude is my friend's ex. He's still hung up and him and blah."
"This is... Myungsoo? And Sungjong?"
"No no... The other one."
"Woohyun and Sunggyu?"
"No... The other one!! Woohyun and Sunggyu are tight and have no problems."
"Oh! So Hoya and Dongwoo!"
"Yes!"
Jonghun just nodded and pulled Sungyeol to sit close to him again. "Let's see what the two of them do, eh?" he breathed against Sungyeol's ear, tickling his neck.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dongwoo hissed.
"Oh! It's Jang Dongwoo! Why're you--hic!!--you here?" Hoya giggled. "You hate me--hic!! So why you here??"
Hoya was draped over Dongwoo's arm, legs unable to support his drunken body.
"Dongwoo-ah... You--hic!!--hate me... Hic!! But... But... Hic!! I..."
Dongwoo felt like crying at Hoya's broken mind, sobbing tears from an unknown reason to Dongwoo.
"Hoya... Hoya, honey..." he said softly, hugging his muscled frame. "Please... Look at me, love..."
"Don't call me that!!" he sobbed. "You--hic!!--hate--mmph!!"
Dongwoo suddenly crashed his lips into Hoya's to shut him up. "No... Don't say that," he said softly. He kissed Hoya again. "Please never say that. I don't hate you, Hoya."
"No!!" Hoya hiccuped. "Dongwoo doesn't love me!!" He tried to push him away, but Dongwoo held Hoya against him closely. "Stop playing mind tricks!!"
"Shh..." Dongwoo shushed, rubbing circles in Hoya's back, soothing the hiccuping sobs. "Hoya... Don't say that... I love you. I love you so much..."
Hoya stopped sobbing for a moment before glancing up into Dongwoo's face. "Dong-Dongwoo-ah...." he cried, nuzzling his face into the older's chest.
Dongwoo felt his heart break as Hoya suddenly reached out for an empty ice bucket by the counter and heaved everything he'd eaten and drank into it. The break up must've been hard on him too. It'd hardly been a week and Dongwoo had locked himself up while Hoya was trying to drink away his sorrows. Was this what their relationship would be like all the time?
After Hoya finished retching into the ice bucket, he placed it back on the counter and snuggled into Dongwoo's arms again. "Take me home please..." he murmured. "Please take me home..."
Dongwoo kissed Hoya's sweaty forehead and picked him up. "Anything for you, love..." he murmured.
"See? I told you they'd be fine!" Jonghun exclaimed.
Sungyeol nodded absentmindedly. It hurt, seeing Dongwoo look so lovingly at Hoya. He still wasn't over his crush on Dongwoo; he probably never would get over it.
"Yeollie?" Jonghun said softly, a hand touching Sungyeol's thigh. "Are you okay?"
Sungyeol hurriedly wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. He turned around suddenly and kissed Jonghun roughly. "Please take me away from here," he said quietly, scooting into Jonghun's strong, open arms. "Please..."
Jonghun nodded, picking Sungyeol up and headed toward his room in the upstairs loft. Clothes were feverishly discarded, torn even, as Sungyeol desperately clung on to Jonghun's neck as he guided him to the bed.
"Make it go away..." he cried. "Make me forget him..."
Jonghun kissed Sungyeol gently and climbed on top of him. "Don't worry, Yeollie... I'll take care of you..."
And with that, Sungyeol tried to forget Dongwoo for the nth time with sex, but this time was different, because the pain was even more unbearable. He'd fallen deeper and deeper in love with Dongwoo... He was screwed...
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Myungsoo was sure to burst with sexual tension. Throughout their day in the park, Sungjong sat so close to him, yet so far. His perk little ass was sculpted perfectly within his tight skinny jeans that rode low upon his hips. He wore a big, loose pink t-shirt that showed off his tantalizing milky skin. Oh how he would do anything to just mark that pale, unblemished skin with his teeth, creating dark purple bruises on his neck and shoulders.
"Myungsoo hyung..." Sungjong said softly, snapping him out of his reverie.
"Yes?" he said absentmindedly.
"He didn't hear anything," Junhyung answered, laughing.
Sungjong giggled and Hyunseung chuckled. Myungsoo frowned, confused. "What?" he said. "What happened?"
The three just kept laughing as Myungsoo was left wondering. "What the hell just happened?!" he demanded.
"I asked if you thought Hyunseung was cute," Junhyung said, "and you answered, 'Wow, fucking Sungjong would be amazing right about now.'"
The trio laughed again as Myungsoo blushed. He was so screwed today. He glanced at Sungjong who decided to suddenly suck on a strawberry at thar moment and Myungsoo's cock decided to take pleasure in the sight.
Sungjong looked at Myungsoo innocently with a hint of knowing lust. Myungsoo groaned inwardly to himself. Yep... He was so screwed...