Pythagorean
Pythagorean;
Kai/D.O
R
~8,698w
Looks are not always what they seem, and when an oblivious Jongin is met with an unexpectedly powerful foe, a failed bet turns into a battle of wills - with both contenders determined to win.
“For this one…which formula should I use?”
“Which one? Ah, you use the Pythagorean Theorem; if you look at the equation...” He was close, so close that he could count the individual hairs of midnight lashes, while a light, wafting scent of vanilla permeated his senses. “X plus Y...therefore you get ten…and if you calculate the area…”
Time to make his move. He laid a tentative hand on the exposed skin just above the stiff, tidy collar of a neatly-pressed uniform, and slid the pads of his fingers to and fro until he could feel slight tremors.
“K-Kim-ssi, are you listening?” Oh, but he was pretty cute with that light blush suffusing his cheeks as he shied away from the caress, eyes wide with confusion.
He sidled closer, pushing away the cluster of books and scribbled equations before skimming the backs of his fingers against one soft cheek. Those wide eyes got even wider, frame completely stiff and frozen in place - his prey was well and truly caught in the trap.
This was much too easy.
“Sunbae,” he purred, rubbing the pad of his thumb on the rosy bottom lip. No - he had to make it more personal. “Kyungsoo.” Aw, he was blushing again.
“Kim-ssi, I-I-”
Personal, make it personal. “Jongin. Call me Jongin,” and he tilted the small, delicate face, staring into large orbs containing a good mixture of bewilderment and shyness. For a moment, he felt guilty, but Kim Jongin had never lost a bet before, and he was not about to lose one now. A pity too, because Do Kyungsoo was actually pretty cute; he’d probably hate Jongin after all this was over, though.
But whatever. That ₩200,000 was his…
“So, how did it go? Did you do anything?”
Oh, this was pretty nice; the lips, albeit tightly closed as a clam, were soft and pink, and the frame in his arms, albeit completely stiff (with shock, no doubt), was small and fit in his arms perfectly. Well, there were plenty of ways to loosen all those muscles up, and Jongin was a patient man - he was just getting started.
He made a path from the pink lips, planting soft kisses and nibbles along the way until he reached the smooth expanse of skin on the neck. He really did smell like vanilla - Jongin inhaled the scent greedily, feeling the stirrings of lust slowly coursing through him. He didn’t think he’d be this aroused by a guy, and Do Kyungsoo to boot, but that just made the whole scenario hell of a lot more exciting.
He nipped tentatively on a spot of pale skin, laved it and sucked on it; it bloomed into a rosy shade, and he was rewarded with the sweet sound of a moan torn from the quivering throat.
“Hello? Earth to Kim Jongin?”
“Don’t bother, hyung - he’s been like that since first lesson.”
Kyungsoo didn’t seem to have any experience, and he was probably a virgin, but that was fine because Jongin knew exactly what he was doing. Technically he could stop here - no need to count all his eggs before they’d hatched, but he’d accomplished more today than he thought possible - but there was also no harm in experimenting a little, and to be honest, Jongin was pretty much enjoying himself.
He’d moved on from the neck to one small, pink ear, lightly grazing his teeth on the earlobe; delicious shivers were his response, and he progressed to lightly nibbling the tip - it was obviously a weak spot, judging from the soft moans turning into tiny mewls.
Then it happened - he was hard. He had a rock hard, flaming erection practically screaming at him to be freed from its tight encasement.
“Are you serious? But did he at least tell you anything about yesterday?”
“I probably know as much as you do,” a noncommittal shrug, “and I texted him last night but he didn’t reply.”
He had to stop, he had to calm down - this was going way too fast and out of control, and it was getting more and more uncomfortable down there-
But he felt lips closing in on his own ear, and oh God, was that him moaning? Yes, it was him, and he could feel his legs going to jelly at the light nibbles because that was his sweet spot too and how mortifying was this whole situation but he couldn’t do anything because he was too busy trying not to come all over his uniform trousers? They had to stop; he had to take control of the situation.
“O-Okay, we have to-” But the rest of his words died a quick death because this supposedly innocent virgin was boldly moving onto more dangerous territory and found another weak spot and oh God, the way he used his mouth should be illegal-
“You like that, don’t you?” Oh yes, he did, but he should stop doing that but he wasn’t stopping so Jongin had to make him stop but his arms were so damn useless and wouldn’t go where he wanted them to, which should be to push him away, not to grip the small waist and hold on helplessly as the smaller boy crawled onto his lap-
…Was that a hand on his crotch?
“Oh yuck, is he drooling? Sehun, do something.”
Sehun slanted a look at the older male and quirked a brow lazily. “Why me? You do it, you’re the hyung.”
Lu Han rolled his eyes and heaved a deep, long-suffering sigh, muttering, “Oh, it’s just like you to use age when it’s convenient for you,” before turning back to their blank companion. Jongin was unresponsive to a hand waving across his face, eyes still glassy and unseeing even with Lu Han’s face shoved so close their noses touched. “Hello, earth to Jongin, come in Kim Jongin, do you copy?”
But there was no response, and there was badly suppressed snickering from behind Lu Han and this was getting annoying; “Oi, Kim Jongin! Wake up!”, and promptly delivered a whack on the back of Jongin’s head.
It was effective enough. “What-why-who-”
“Focus,” Lu Han barked mercilessly and gripped the younger male’s shoulders, shaking him for good measure just in case his brain decided to go on a trip to outer space again. “What happened yesterday? Spit it out.”
“Ah-I-”
“You like that, don’t you,” Kyungsoo was whispering in his ear with hot, steamy breaths. Hell yes he did, he was having the freaking time of his life, the white hot pleasure causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head, and he was trembling uncontrollably and he was completely soaked with sweat and this was absolutely unbelievable. He was close, so close, just another rub and he was going to blow his load so hard-
Then he was gulping in air like a drowning man because, oh God, the hand was moving away and he was on the edge here and where the hell was Kyungsoo going? Don’t go, he wanted to beg, but he couldn’t because his trousers were so tight and his cock so painful that all he could manage was a choked whimper. He can’t leave him here like this, he can’t-
But all he got was a gentle, almost pitying kiss on his damp forehead. “Same place tomorrow. Be here.”
And then he was gone, Do Kyungsoo actually left him there-
“Oh great, he’s drooling again.” Lu Han’s voice was dripping with displeased venom, and Jongin could hear Sehun laughing and saying hit him again, then with Lu Han looking like he was seriously considering it - Jongin wisely raised his hands in surrender.
“I’m here. I swear,” he added at the sceptical expressions before him. Lu Han narrowed his eyes, but Jongin seemed to have passed judgment at the sardonic curl of the older male’s lip abruptly transforming into a brilliant smile.
“Great to have you back! So - what happened yesterday?”
“Ah…” Same place tomorrow. Be here. “Well, uh…”
Twin expressions, full of expectation and barely-suppressed curiosity. “Nothing. N-Nothing happened.”
He had never been particularly good at lying; neither had he improved judging on the contemptuous looks exchanged by his companions. “I-I’m serious! I’m taking this slow, okay?” He said no more than that, even under unsubtle poking and prodding; truthfully, he had no idea what the hell happened himself, but he’d die before he told them even the smallest detail of what had went down yesterday afternoon.
Lu Han seemed exorbitantly displeased by the situation, but Sehun was a bit more optimistic. “Well, at least he finally agreed to tutor you; and aren’t you having another session today?” At Jongin’s nod, Sehun smiled, and Lu Han, who had cheered up considerably, smiled brightly as well. “Great! Then I’m sure something will happen today.”
Of course, he wanted to say, but all he managed was a forced smile as he self-consciously tugged at his collar, the stiff fabric shielding countless love bites from public view.
He was going to have to take charge today.
Kim Jongin refused to lose this unexpectedly difficult battle; he’d completely misjudged Do Kyungsoo’s wide-eyed, innocent little lamb persona, and he was paying the expensive price for it. Never judge a book by its cover, as they always say, and he’d never realised how true that statement was until he met this paragon.
He took a deep breath - make that two, he needed to keep his cool - and swung the door open. The sun was beginning to set; its orange rays illuminated the otherwise empty classroom, its lone occupant already settled on a desk with a clutter of notebooks, textbooks and pens around him. He hadn’t lifted his head at Jongin’s entrance, but looked up once the other male reached the table. “You’re early. Sit down,” and gestured to the seat across him.
Jongin thought he saw the flash of a smile when his brow wrinkled in suspicion, but he couldn’t be sure because the other boy had already bent his head, back to perusing his books. He seemed as harmless as he did yesterday before things got a little crazy, but Jongin hurriedly reminded himself that looks can be deceiving, and Do Kyungsoo was deception personified.
“Take your notes out,” Kyungsoo was saying absently once Jongin had gingerly lowered himself on the seat. Jongin obeyed, the whole time on the edge as he anticipated and readied himself for what the older male would do next-
-which was promptly to criticize his recent mock exam results. “Your handwriting is on par with a five year old’s and your English is atrocious - just as well you asked me to tutor you. As for your Biology…”
Jongin could only follow dumbly as he was given a set of math equations, a chemistry practice paper, and an English comprehension test - his look of disbelief had been countered with a stony, unrelenting one, and there was no sign of yesterday’s mysterious nymph in the strait-laced student before him - Jongin was almost fully convinced that he’d dreamt the entire thing.
Nevertheless, he acquiesced obligingly, completing the work given while wondering what the hell he’d tell Sehun and Lu Han tomorrow, when Kyungsoo slid a novel across the table - he couldn’t, for the life of him, comprehend the English title, so he simply stared at it blankly, and then turned his gaze upwards.
The older male’s expression was inscrutable, his smile easy. “Just a little something to practice your English on; Pride and Prejudice,” Kyungsoo pronounced with a very impressive accent, “start reading; out loud.” He then bent his head and started scribbling on his notebook again, and Jongin had no choice but to pick up the novel and turn it to the first page.
He was a mess when it came to English, but he might as well try and get this over with. “Chapter…one.” Well, that was easy - the following paragraph, not so much. Squinting as if that would make the words easier to read, he slowly began, “It is…a…tru-truth? U-ni-ver-sa-lly, ack-uckk-”
“‘Acknowledged’.”
He cleared his throat, already hoping he didn’t have to read too much. “Th-That a s-shi-shingle man in pos-posshession-”
He abruptly stopped, lungs seizing in air. Across the table, Kyungsoo was still busy writing on that wretched notebook. “Keep reading.”
But how the hell could he when there was a damned foot on his crotch? Hands tightening around the novel, Jongin strengthened his resolve; keep your cool, you haven’t lost this battle yet. “Of a-a-good-oh damn-”
“Please refrain from adding your literary interpretation,” was delivered in a dry, amused tone, even as that stupid foot stroked his crotch in different angles and invoked such painful stirrings of lust in Jongin that he never even knew existed; his traitorous cock was so painfully erect, he could barely speak much less breathe. Be strong, he inwardly yelled, unaware that his hands were shaking as they struggled to hold the novel upright.
“For-fortune-must be-oh, God-in want-of-I’m going to-” The novel clattered on the desk, and he was genuinely seeing stars explode in front of his eyes because, sweet mother of all orgasms, he had just blown his pants - courtesy of a foot.
Kyungsoo was smiling sweetly, his stupid foot still coaxing the last violent shudders from Jongin’s now-sated cock. “In want of a what, Jongin-ssi?”
He was so mortified he could die, but he refused to let Kyungsoo have the last word.
“A wife.”
“Still nothing? You’ve got to be pulling my leg.”
Easiest ₩200,000, he’d said - piece of cake, he’d said. He’d said a lot of things, back when he was still the great and undefeated Kim Jongin and arrogance had blown his head completely out of proportion because he’d never lost a bet in his life, especially not one as easy as this. Because that’s what this bet was supposed to be - easy, no fuss no frills, done and dusted by now, with a cool 200k in his wallet and just another notch in his bedpost; no harm done, no hard feelings.
Do Kyungsoo was supposed to be the easiest mark he’d ever made in his lifetime, and he could just picture himself now, scoffing two weeks ago when Lu Han had presented him the challenge; I bet you wouldn’t be able to seduce Do Kyungsoo. The teacher’s pet, top-of-his-class, goody-two-shoes? No problem.
It had been easy enough to worm his way into an acquaintance, namely his less than average grades giving him an excellent excuse to ask an upperclassman for after school lessons - and who better than Do Kyungsoo, who, being the helpful student that he was, had readily agreed. Negotiations had just been too easy and judging by Jongin’s calculations, he should be enjoying that 200k by now. After all, with his well-honed abilities, Kim Jongin was irresistible to anyone unfortunate - or fortunate - enough to cross his path.
But that Kim Jongin was dead, buried and rapidly decomposing underneath all the barely-suppressed sexual urges and raging hormones of the new and reborn Kim Jongin. Experience didn’t count for anything when faced with an unexpectedly powerful foe, and Jongin was steadily losing this battle; Do Kyungsoo probably had no idea of what a monster he’d created, or he probably did, and was laughing at Jongin’s expense because he was a monster himself.
Lu Han was still ranting on and on about how it’s unbelievable how it’s taking Jongin so long to even reach first base because he’d have hit home run by now if they take their previous bets in account, and Sehun helpfully suggested that Jongin must be losing his touch.
You don’t know Do Kyungsoo like I do, you guys. You have no idea, Jongin wanted to say, but he kept his mouth shut because how the hell was he supposed to explain? Where does he even begin - there was the hand incident, then the foot incident, the inappropriate touching, the hickeys on his neck? But he is spared muddled explanations by Lu Han’s sudden nudge and gesture at a walking trio in the distance.
How innocent he looked, as he laughed at something his two companions said; indeed, Do Kyungsoo didn’t look capable of hurting a fly. Those wide eyes were full of innocence and naiveté, pink lips untouched and virginal; he was the very essence of a stereotypical studious young male, diligent with his studies and well-liked by his peers, uncorrupted by the vices of modern society, the freaking poster boy of the youth of the future.
It’s a lie, he is a lie, Jongin felt like crying, but Lu Han was nudging him again and good God, the devil incarnate was actually waving and walking up to their spot under the tree, his friends in tow.
“Hi Kyungsoo-ssi,” Lu Han was greeting brightly, and if Kyungsoo was surprised that the upper-classman knew his name, he didn’t let it show with his smile and polite bow.
“Hello, Lu Han-sunbae.” His greeting was echoed cheerfully by Baekhyun, but changed the ‘sunbae’ to ‘hyung’ - Jongin and Sehun exchanged looks, as did Kyungsoo and his other companion, a towering, auburn-haired boy named Chanyeol, who voiced everyone’s thoughts, “You know each other, Baek?”
“Oh, yes,” Baekhyun was still smiling brightly. “We go to the same club together, don’t we, Lu Han-hyung?”
Lu Han’s eyes held a strange light to them but he had a brilliant smile plastered on. “Of course, we’ve become quite close, haven’t we, Baekhyun-ssi?”
Sehun was looking very confused. “But you don’t go to any clubs-” The bell abruptly went off, and Kyungsoo hurried to deliver his message. “Jongin-ssi, I just came to say that I have to be at home this afternoon - do you mind coming to my house and I can tutor you there? We can walk together after school.”
“Ah…” In his house? Lu Han was nudging him hard enough to dig holes in his stomach, and the weird guy Baekhyun had an eerie smile on his face, but Kyungsoo was looking at him expectantly and he had that little look in his eyes and no was just not an option. “…Of course. I’ll wait next to the gates after the last lesson.”
Kyungsoo’s smile was shy; his eyes were anything but. “Excellent; looking forward to you coming.”
“Come on in; I’ll show you where my room is.” The apartment was part of a high-rise building that spoke of comfortable wealth, and the first thing Jongin registered as he took his shoes off and placed them tidily on the side was that the whole apartment smelt of vanilla.
A lady was busily baking in the kitchen when they walked past; she looked up in surprise at their entrance before smiling at Jongin’s shy but polite bow. “Hi, mum,” Kyungsoo greeted, giving her a kiss on the cheek before introducing Jongin.
“It’s lovely to meet you,” Kyungsoo’s mother said, “and I trust my son is tutoring you properly. Well, I won’t get in your way; Kyungsoo, you mustn’t keep your guest waiting.”
Kyungsoo led him to a bedroom at the very end of the corridor, and he indiscreetly observed his surroundings while Kyungsoo set his things down a study table on the corner of the room before gesturing for him to do the same. The room was spartan in its tidiness and organisation; immaculate, rigidly straightened sheets, the bookshelf next to the door with its volumes arranged in chronological order, and not a single stray sock to be seen on the pristine floor. Jongin briefly wondered where he kept his porn - if he even had any.
They dived straight into tutoring; Jongin could hear footsteps going back and forth the corridor, muffled by the closed door. His eyes trailed from Kyungsoo’s bent head, busy correcting his history essay, then back to the door.
Do Kyungsoo may have been winning in their previous battles, but he had yet to win the war; if he was going to play dirty, then Jongin was more than ready to accommodate him. He had a few tricks up his own sleeve, and it was time to step up the game - and today he was determined to strike first.
“Have you got an English-Korean dictionary?” Kyungsoo raised his head at the innocent question; Jongin gestured to his notebook. “I’m having problems with translating this.”
“Ah…let me check.” None the wiser, Kyungsoo rose and meandered over to the bookshelf, skimming a finger through the organised shelves before halting on a particular book. He picked it up, turning as he said, “Is this one okay-”
But Jongin was standing right behind him, silent and towering over him easily. Kyungsoo’s brow wrinkled in confusion, a twinge of uneasiness spreading in his belly. “What-” But the other male didn’t give him an opportunity to speak, immediately gripping one wrist in a viselike grip before capturing his lips with a ferocity that stunned him into dropping the book.
The tome clattered to the floor as he was pushed against the bookshelf, and Kyungsoo could do nothing but cling helplessly to his aggressor as his lips were attacked with hungry little bites, Jongin forcing his mouth open with slight pressure on his chin before plundering inside with a hot tongue. Kyungsoo could feel his knees giving way even as his brain frantically screamed at him to gain control of the situation, but it was a rapidly losing battle.
His lips were finally released but only to progress to his neck; his weak attempts at warding the other male off were only rewarded with love bites on his sensitive skin - a surprised moan was torn from his throat when he felt a hard bulge prodding his own painful erection, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head when a slow and steady friction began.
“Stop-Jongin-” His protests were reduced to desperate mewling when the relentless onslaught moved onto his ears, closing onto his infamous sensitive spot.
There is a sudden knock on the door. “Kyungsoo?”
No, no, oh God, his mother, he hadn’t locked the door - but Kyungsoo’s frantic attempts to get away are thwarted; Jongin flattened him against the bookshelf, hips still grinding mercilessly. Even in his panic, he couldn’t suppress the violent tremors of ecstasy; he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the helpless moans that escaped his throat.
There was another knock. “Kyungsoo? May I come in?”
“No-mum-” Please, please, he pleaded; for what, he wasn’t sure. He was close, so close, his hands gripping Jongin’s shirt, wrinkling the fabric inside his fists.
“Is everything alright in there?” There was concern in his mother’s voice, but Kyungsoo could barely register anything beyond the intense ecstasy.
“We’re fine-don’t-don’t come in-” The last words were torn from his throat, and he bit down hard on Jongin’s shoulder to smother his scream as he finally exploded; there was a breathy groan on his ear, and the two boys shuddered together, and Kyungsoo could hear harsh pants on his ear-
“We’re fine, Mrs. Do,” the younger male piped up, his tone wretchedly cheerful and smug. “Just fine.”
After avoiding Jongin like the plague for three days, Kyungsoo eventually agreed to continue with the tutoring, but they were back at the empty classroom. He’d obviously been shaken by his mother nearly walking in on them dry-humping each other, Jongin mused as he observed the older male taking his things out of his bag and methodically placing them on the desk. Jongin was earlier for once, and so contented himself to trying to decipher the other male’s inscrutable expression.
He was as cool and composed as ever, no sign of the quivering bundle Jongin had held in his arms, too dazed and stunned by his release to even register his mother’s persistent knocking. Luckily, Jongin had had the foresight to lock the door before advancing, and so the door remained shut until Jongin opened it himself, careful to conceal Kyungsoo and his own soiled trousers from view. He’d reassured Kyungsoo’s mother that they just had a minor accident, and thankfully she hadn’t pressed for more details.
As always, they began on the premise of tutoring - Jongin supposed that one good thing that was coming out of this whole fiasco was that his grades were certainly improving, raging hormones and sexual tension aside. But he was wary as he worked his way through a trigonometry problem - another lesson he’d learned was that never, ever let your guard down around Kyungsoo. Never.
But they were already halfway through the session and the older male looked as if he had no plans to make any moves whatsoever, fully occupied with his own work and only looking up when Jongin had a question. He was fully clothed in his diligent-student persona, and Jongin didn’t know what to make of that.
Little by little, he began to relax, shoulders visibly easing as he dedicated his full attention to his work, completely oblivious of the male across discreetly observing him.
It was, more or less, ten minutes before the session ended when Kyungsoo finally made a move.
He was in the middle of finishing up his essay when a stack of papers suddenly slipped off the desk, “Oh, I’m so clumsy,” he heard Kyungsoo mumble with embarrassment. He stopped writing and immediately moved to help, but was firmly told to continue with his work - Kyungsoo could handle it. He nodded reluctantly, and tried to recall what he’d been writing mid-sentence, the rustling of papers underneath the table a little distracting-
He jolted, banging his thighs painfully against the desk. Amidst the haze of pain, he could hear muffled laughter, but the hand on his crotch did not let go. This scenario seemed familiar - Jongin wondered how dense he could possibly be to fall for the same trick three times.
Never let your guard down around Kyungsoo. Never.
Hello Current Self, this is your Past Self reminding you how stupid you are. Good day and enjoy your handjob.
“Keep working,” he was ordered, and he struggled to obey, but that was nigh an impossible feat when the incubus was stepping up his game and actually unzipping his trousers, and taking his stupid, erect cock out, and its tip was probably already glistening with pre-cum and Jongin just wanted to die from the humiliation.
His legs turned to jelly as a warm hand encased his stiff rod and gave it a tentative, almost shy stroke - oh, sweet mother of-I stand corrected, Current Self. Because, praise be the heavens, he was being taken into a hot, wet mouth, and his cock was all too happy to rise to full attention for the occasion.
His whole body trembled and shuddered as the hot tongue swept up and down, swirled all around the sensitive tip; he groaned when a small hand even began playing with his balls, and his own hands dove into the soft black tendrils and held on for dear life while the head bobbed up and down.
He was close, so close-
“Kyungsoo? Are you in here?”
You’ve got to be joking. It was a sick, cruel joke, because two heads had just popped through the door, peeking inquisitively; through his murky vision, he could see Kyungsoo’s weird friends, Baekhyun and Chanyeol.
“Oh, hi Jongin,” Chanyeol greeted, prompting Jongin to stop trying to tug the head away from his nether regions and snap to attention; act cool, act cool. From their angle, they couldn’t see what was occurring below the table.
“Ah-” God, if you’re listening, please send a lightning bolt and wipe me off the face of this planet. “Um. Hi. Yeah.”
“Have you seen Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun asked, just as Jongin forced out a very loud cough because there were some really loud slurping noises and I don’t even know how to begin to explain how their friend is giving me a blowjob right now-
“Ah, he,” He shifted; he was actually so close, and he was going to blow his lid off any minute now, and it was all he could do to keep his face straight. “He-He went to the toilet.”
“Oh, okay.” The two exchanged looks, and Chanyeol shrugged. “Should we wait here then? We were supposed to leave at five.” It was four fifty-five.
“Alright,” Baekhyun chirped, and the two began to move but oh God if they moved any closer they were going to see something they would never be able to erase from their memories unless Jongin shot both of them, then himself for good measure, and he just couldn’t have that happen.
“No!” The yell was ripped from his throat, a little bit high pitch courtesy of his panic and state of near-orgasm. It was effective enough; both boys stopped in their tracks, faces etched with utter confusion. “Ah-he-told me he’d wait-for you two-outside.”
“Are you okay, Jongin?” Chanyeol asked with concern. “You look a little…sweaty.” He probably wanted to say constipated, but Jongin was too harassed to care.
“I’m fine,” he gritted out, his fingers digging into Kyungsoo’s persistent skull. It was a miracle he could still speak when his vision was already going dark around the edges, and it seemed to take forever before the two shrugged.
“Tell him we’ll wait in the entrance then,” Baekhyun called out before the two shuffled out the door. The moment the door clicked shut, Jongin promptly exploded.
Damn if the little devil wasn’t licking his lips as he crawled back out from under the table, sheaf of papers in hand and his trademark innocent expression pasted on his face. Jongin could do nothing but sit there with his chest heaving with gulping breaths, still bewildered from his orgasm and the train of events.
“Oh, what do you know, I have to go. See you tomorrow,” And he walked off just as the clock struck five, and it hit Jongin like a ton of bricks. He knew, damn it, he knew and the whole thing was a set-up and the devil incarnate was a fucking pro-
He heaved a heavy sigh, zipping his pants up. Jongin: 1, Kyungsoo: 464335345221
The next few days became a constant battle of wills, the two boys involved in a fierce, heated competition. It became a matter of brainstorming for ways to outdo the other person, and had evolved to beyond the tutoring sessions in the empty classroom - Jongin had stepped up the game by dragging Kyungsoo to a storage cupboard during lunchbreak and giving him a handjob, which Kyungsoo retaliated with an intense make-out session in the public bathroom stall.
Jongin spent every waking minute of his day planning out strategies involving his nether regions and a certain dark-haired boy, avoiding Lu Han’s poking and prodding, hiding his hickeys from view and awkwardly trying to wiggle his way out of explaining why his trousers and pants were always ‘soiled’ from his mother.
The bet wasn’t even on his mind anymore; the very thought of the prize money was wiped off, to be replaced by Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo’s hands, Kyungsoo’s lips, Kyungsoo’s mouth, Kyungsoo’s body, damn it just Kyungsoo and his entire being occupied Jongin’s entire mental capacity.
And, little by little, he didn’t even think he wanted to win the battle anymore - beyond the confusing split-personality and undeniably excellent sexual techniques, Jongin was beginning to notice little things about Do Kyungsoo, from the way his eyes always seemed to be in a shocked state only to narrow when he was displeased with something, how his lips were shaped like a heart when he smiled, how he hid a golden voice underneath that tiny body, which Jongin had discovered when he’d caught Kyungsoo singing to himself while waiting for Jongin in the classroom.
And damn if that voice hadn’t sent shivers up his spine and somehow created little tingles in his heart. And it didn’t help that Kyungsoo could also cook, hell, he was a freaking kitchen god, Jongin concluded after he’d eaten Kyungsoo’s heavenly kimchi spaghetti after a tutoring session in Kyungsoo’s house (his mother wasn’t home).
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach; well, hell if he hadn’t fallen just a little bit after taking that first bite.
Research purposes, getting to know the enemy as such, was his firm excuse and the mantra he repeated in his head when he asked Kyungsoo to ‘hang out on Saturday’. It wasn’t a date, it was hanging out, between two guys who were kind of friends, kind of masturbate-partners, kind of-whatever.
It doesn’t matter because, sans the narrow-eyed typical judging-you Kyungsoo expression, he’d said yes, why not? Great; shall we watch a film, then dinner?
Yeah, definitely not a date - this was typical hanging out stuff, right?
A disbelieving snort from Sehun was his response.
“There better be some fumbling once the lights are off,” Lu Han snarled as Jongin was unwillingly cornered in the classroom. He was less than pleased at Jongin being as closed as a clam about the entire thing, which was understandable considering their previous bets consisted of Jongin freely airing his dirty laundry, and Lu Han gleefully filing the details away in his little black book of blackmail.
But this bet was different; Kyungsoo was different.
“And dinner, such a romantic date,” Sehun sneered, and Jongin threw him a poisonous glare.
“A blowjob under the table would be nice too, just giving you some suggestions,” Lu Han said cheerfully, warming up to the topic; Jongin promptly choked on his sandwich, certain memories running through his mind.
“I’ll handle it, alright, just shut up,” he croaked out once the blockage in his throat was cleared, and he excused his fire-engine cheeks to the near-asphyxiation. “And it’s not a date.”
He was surprisingly enjoying himself. The date-hanging out session-was going really smoothly; for somebody he’d previously thought was a boring nerd who studied too much, Kyungsoo was surprisingly cool and fun to be with, laughing at Jongin’s antics or responding with deadpan sarcasm.
They chose a random film out the list, neither knowing what it was going to be about; it was already a few weeks after the first showing, which explained the sparsely-filled cinema, with relatively few people dotted around the empty seats. They chose a seat all the way on the back, settling down as the film reel began.
It was ten minutes after the lights switched off when he felt a hand on his crotch-well, that would please Lu Han, at least-and the next hour was spent with their lips locked, and sometime in the middle Kyungsoo had ended up in Jongin’s lap; cinema seats weren’t the most comfortable, but by some miracle they managed to grind their crotches in a steady rhythm, suppressing moans by devouring each other’s mouths hungrily.
They both climaxed and spent the remainder of the film cuddling and kissing; Jongin didn’t really want to let go, and Kyungsoo didn’t seem to mind-they tidied themselves quickly as the final scene unfolded, and the ending credits began to roll, the lights blinking on with it. They readjusted to the brightness, both rising and Kyungsoo stretching out the kinks he’d received from his previous uncomfortable position.
“Good film,” he said cheerfully as he noticed two or three couples, who had been unfortunate enough to be seated too close, blushing and avoiding their gaze.
They went shopping next, and both had somehow warmed up to the whole thrill of getting-caught-in-public kink, which led to another intense make-out session in a changing room, its attendant none the wiser and the occupiers of the adjacent stalls wondering what the hell that thumping noise was. Well, it was Kyungsoo’s back bumping against the wall as Jongin worked his hand between their thighs, his desperate moans smothered by Jongin’s ravenous mouth.
And if the member of staff thought it strange that they handed her a pile of seemingly-untouched clothing, with both attractive customers in a dishevelled state as opposed to when they first came in - bee-stung lips, mussed up hair and all - she was certainly professional enough to keep her thoughts to herself.
“She knew,” Kyungsoo muttered as they left the store, cheeks still pink with embarrassment, but forgave Jongin after the younger male suddenly bought a Pororo plushie for him. “How did you know I liked Pororo?”
I saw the DVDs in your room and your Pororo pajamas, but Jongin did not want to sound like some obsessed stalker so he shrugged and smirked instead. “Because you’re weird.” Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, but the plushie would earn its place of honour on his shelf anyway.
Dinner went as normally as dinners went - they spent the whole meal gossiping about people from school, their nether regions calm and collected throughout, perhaps already sated from the previous two incidents earlier on in the day.
But never underestimate hormonal teenage boys and their uncontrollable urges-namely, how easily they got hard, and how many times a day they could satisfy aforementioned urges.
“I had fun today.” Kyungsoo clutched the paper bag containing his plushie close, smiling up at Jongin as they walked to the station together. “Lots of fun.”
“Me too.” They stood on the platform; they lived on opposite directions, and both trains would be arriving soon. They were silent for a few moments, before Jongin took a deep breath and took the plunge. “Ah…hyung?”
“Hmm?” Kyungsoo looked up from where he’d been checking his phone.
“My parents are away with one of my sisters, and my other sister is going to stay with her boyfriend, and none of them are going to be back until Sunday, and-”
“Any brothers I should know of?”
“I don’t have any.” Jongin cleared his throat at Kyungsoo’s amused smile. “So, uh…” The trains arrived at the same time, the doors sliding open expectantly. “Um, so if you want to, um…”
The doors slid shut seconds after they’d stepped inside; Kyungsoo grinned.
“I’m just going to text my parents.” Jongin nodded, glancing down at the fingers that had intertwined with his to pull him towards the train. He tightened his hold around them, the warmth emanating from the fingers somehow reaching his chest.
There was no point in pretending what this was; empty house, a bed, Kyungsoo’s hair still damp from the shower and small frame dwarfed by Jongin’s clothing - but Jongin made a show of pretending anyway.
“Uh, the bed’s a little small, so I can stay in my parent’s room, so you can make yourself comfortable, and um-” He used to be a lot smoother than this, once upon a time.
“Oh, your parent’s bed,” Kyungsoo murmured, sinking down Jongin’s bed and sitting primly, peeking up at Jongin from beneath midnight lashes. “That’s pretty kinky.”
Well, that had certainly been the ice breaker, which might explain why Kyungsoo was now flat on his back against, thankfully, Jongin’s bed, their lips locked hungrily before Jongin progressed down to his neck with aggressive little bites. Clothing was tugged off and flung to random directions, bare skin exposed to Jongin’s eager gaze.
“Turn the lights off,” Kyungsoo moaned, but Jongin wanted to see everything, revelling in the contrast of his bronze skin against Kyungsoo’s paleness; and then he was trailing kisses down to a nipple, taking the rosy bud into his mouth, pulling and sucking until Kyungsoo’s protests died away.
The older male seemed content to let him take the reins, or at least he was until Jongin’s fingers began to edge towards his ‘opening’. He promptly jumped three feet in the air and surprised the ever-loving life out of both of them.
“Uh…” Jongin had raised his hands in surrender. Kyungsoo looked like he wanted the bed to swallow him up, his ears an adorable shade of red, and with a surprised chuckle, Jongin finally understood. “You’ve never done this before?”
The older male gave an imperceptible shake of his head, face buried in his palms in his embarrassment. This was certainly an interesting development, considering Kyungsoo gave head that would make a pornstar proud and could do the most unimaginable things with his foot - but he was a virgin.
“I’d be happy to tutor you,” Jongin purred, and Kyungsoo was too distracted by the lips claiming his to scoff at the cheesy line. He was a melted puddle of goo by the time the younger male progressed south, leaving a trail of hot kisses down his quivering stomach before worshipping his erect cock and teasing his tight hole at the same time - without the convenience of Jongin’s mouth blocking his, Jongin also found out that the older male was quite a screamer.
His own cock was screaming at him for release, but he wasn’t done teasing yet; he flipped the older male onto his stomach, parting the soft globes of his cheeks and diving in; the hole was already loose from his teasing and stretching, but he wanted Kyungsoo completely uninhibited.
Well, if his moans and mewling was any indication, he seemed pretty damn relaxed to Jongin. He teased and licked the tight hole, stroking his own cock as he did so, preparing both of them for the eventual penetration.
And when both of them could take no more, he flipped Kyungsoo over to his back again, before reaching for his secret stash on the third draw of his bedside table; he took out a small bottle and a couple of condoms. He hadn’t pre-prepared or anything; not at all.
Kyungsoo had gone all glassy-eyed and was too out of it to throw him his trademark judgemental look, so Jongin busied himself with coating himself with the condom and pouring a liberal amount of lube. Sliding his hands on the slim hips, he bent and nipped the pink lips. “This is going to hurt a little.”
Then he entered, little by little, wincing when Kyungsoo’s eyes suddenly slammed open and his nails dug into Jongin’s back - he was so hot and tight, and Jongin could feel his eyes rolling at the back of his head because he was already about to blow his load and wouldn’t that be embarrassing? But Kyungsoo was smacking him because this was painful and it hurt like hell and could he please get off-
He claimed the babbling lips to shut him up, and began a steady rhythm, adjusting the hips just in the right angle and-hello, prostate.
The hands clawing at his back abruptly slid down to grip his hips, protests dying to be replaced by delicious moans. The ritual as old as time took place, the bed squeaking from their thrusts, and then they reached the peak - Kyungsoo screamed so hard he nearly shattered Jongin’s eardrums, but he was climaxing too and he literally saw stars.
2 new messages
5 missed calls
From: Sehun
How did it go? ^o^
From: Lu Han-hyung
Since ur not picking up I’m assuming ur too busy fucking
Ur 200k is ready
“Jongin…?” The older male had stirred at the sudden brightness of the phone illuminating the dark room.
“Ah…sorry.” Jongin switched his phone off and put it away unanswered, pressing a kiss on the forehead of the figure curled up against him; the older male let out a sigh, drifting off to sleep again.
So he’d won, he thought bleakly to himself, yet victory had never tasted so filthy.
They made love again on Sunday, even finding time to christen the kitchen floor before Jongin’s sister suddenly arrived unceremoniously, a few hours early and wondering why her little brother and his friend were partially-clothed in the kitchen, their faces as red as tomatoes. But the friend had suddenly beat a hasty retreat, and Jongin promptly bombarded her with questions as to how her stay with her boyfriend went, which was even more of a surprise and wiped out the previous incident from her mind.
Monday came all too quickly, which meant confrontation time. Jongin had to find some way to call off the bet, but if he knew Lu Han, it was that Lu Han did not appreciate any violation of bet rules, and as revenge, would probably tell Kyungsoo himself - which left him with the option of going through with the bet, but telling Kyungsoo about it, grovelling if need be.
Jongin didn’t know which was worse.
He managed to avoid the inevitable all throughout the first few periods - blocking out Sehun’s repeated inquiries was easy enough - but lunch break came and though he’d managed to make a run for it, the tsunami known as Lu Han arrived and moved with lightning speed, cornering Jongin in the corridor.
“Not so fast,” he barked; Sehun walked up from behind him, giving Jongin a pitying glance. “Did you do it or not? Answer!”
“Uh, I-” Damn it, this was unfair, but there was no time to go and look for Kyungsoo now, and the corridor was already beginning to fill with students, and Lu Han was like a rabid dog who’d just caught a bone - meaning he was well and truly trapped.
He breathed out an angry sigh.
“Alright, we did it, okay?” Lu Han looked extraordinarily pleased, and Sehun clapped politely.
“Well done, you won the bet!” There was a contradictory triumphant gleam in the older male’s eyes as he fished out the wad of notes from his pocket, and Jongin heaved out a sigh as he held out his hand for it-
-just as his eyes met Kyungsoo’s.
We did it. You won the bet. Money.
“Oh hell no,” Jongin groaned out, just as Kyungsoo turned and made a run for it.
“Hyung-wait!” For such a tiny guy he was a remarkably fast runner, but it was amazing how panic and adrenaline could give someone a boost-Jongin caught up with him soon enough, grabbing an arm and swinging him around.
He should’ve anticipated the punch; well, maybe he did, but that was quite a solid punch and damn it hurt, but he didn’t let go.
“This isn’t what you think,” he choked out between gasping breaths. Kyungsoo refused to look at him, too preoccupied trying to pry his fingers away from his arm; Jongin grasped both and shook him. “Kyungsoo. It’s not-I-”
“You’ve won the bet, jackass,” The older male was staring at him with such disgust that he felt lower than a slug on the ground. “Congratulations.”
This wasn’t supposed to happen; in his desperation, Jongin crushed the smaller frame against his, holding the older male tight and not even registering the fists battering at him to withdraw his hold.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated, like a chant; he couldn’t let it end like this, not when his heart felt like it was breaking into little pieces. He drew away enough to cup the heart-shaped face and press a desperate kiss against the lips, deepening it long enough until the fight considerably lessened and the older male melted in his arms.
“I was wrong, okay? I was wrong, and it’s true,” he whispered. “But-But things have changed, okay? It’s different-you’re different, and-” And he wasn’t making any damn sense, but at least Kyungsoo didn’t look angry anymore-just wary.
“What’s changed?”
“I-” Damn it, he used to be smoother than this, and hell of a lot less cheesy, but his brain had turned into mush and his tongue felt like lead and his stomach was roiling with panic.
“I love you, okay? Do Kyungsoo, I’ve fallen in love with you and I’m an asshole but I’ve fallen in love with you anyway and please forgive me and-”
But Kyungsoo was beaming as brightly as the sun and pulling him down and giving him a kiss that further fried his circuits and he barely registered the sudden yell that had come from somewhere in the distance.
Then Kyungsoo was drawing away, cheeks still pink from his confession just as four people caught up to them, Baekhyun smiling with unholy glee, Lu Han looking like he wanted to kill someone, Sehun grinning like a madman, and Chanyeol looking as confused as hell.
Which was what Jongin was at Baekhyun’s sudden cheerful statement.
“Congratulations Kyungsoo, you won the bet!”
“You what?”
Jongin could not, for the life of him, process what had just happened; all he could see was a thick wad being passed onto Kyungsoo’s palms, who counted each note before pocketing it happily. Exactly ₩200,000.
“What the hell is going on here?” Chanyeol was fast becoming his new best friend by vocally voicing out all his thoughts, because he was so tongue-tied and confused that he probably couldn’t even formulate a proper sentence.
“Basically,” Sehun began, taking pity on the poor souls. “There are two bets going on around here; Lu Han-hyung with Jongin, and Baekhyun-hyung with Kyungsoo-hyung.”
“I bet with Jongin that he couldn’t seduce Kyungsoo,” Lu Han grumbled out, still looking very annoyed.
Baekhyun, on the other hand, was almost cackling with glee. “While I bet with Kyungsoo that he couldn’t make the infamous Jongin fall in love with him.”
“And I won,” Kyungsoo was smirking like the devil incarnate that he was. “Well, Jongin won too, didn’t you?”
Jongin, who was now beginning to work up a righteous rage, gaped down at his nemesis-turned-lover. “You were making a bet?”
To which Kyungsoo promptly responded with rolled eyes. “Oh please; nice to meet you pot, I’m kettle.” Well, Jongin had no comeback to that, rage promptly deflating.
“Anyway, we’re going to do some tutoring, if you guys don’t mind,” Kyungsoo was already tugging the younger male with him, licking his lips like a cat who was going to have a lot of delicious cream. Jongin just let himself be pulled away, still laughing over the whole scenario because if he didn’t, he’d start crying.
“Wait, before you go,” Lu Han called out. “When exactly did you fall in love, Kyungsoo?”
The younger male blinked over the question, and then flushed a little. “Ah…when he bought me a Pororo doll.” Then they both ran off, uncaring of Lu Han’s sudden triumphant yell and Baekhyun’s crestfallen expression.
“Damn it,” Baekhyun fished out another few notes, begrudgingly slapping them on Lu Han’s itchy palms.
“In your face, sucker,” was his arch-enemy’s gleeful response.
“Basically,” Sehun droned out at Chanyeol’s dumbfounded expression. “There’s actually three bets going around; Lu Han-hyung bet that Kyungsoo would fall in love first, and Baekhyun-hyung bet that Jongin would.”
Lu Han paused from counting. “I don’t think I told you about this bet.”
The younger male shrugged. “You didn’t; I just put two and two together.” The four made their way towards the canteen, altogether pleased with the results.
“So,” Lu Han idly remarked as they found their seats and observed an interesting exchange by the sandwich bar; a dark-haired, brooding-looking male pouting up at an exasperated blonde. “Bets, gentlemen?”
“Two hundred K, blondie falls first,” Baekhyun announced.
“Seconded,” Sehun mumbled, sipping his milkshake.
“I’ll bet on brooding kid then,” Chanyeol said.
Lu Han grinned devilishly. “Excellent. Game on.”
“By the way.” Jongin paused from devouring the creamy neck as a thought niggled at his mind.
“Hmm?” Kyungsoo bent and kissed the tip of his nose, and damn if he didn’t melt right then and there, but the thought was really bugging him and he had to know.
“How did you learn…all this?” Jongin waved his arms awkwardly.
The older male pondered the question for a moment, and then suddenly grinned. “Well, I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but…”
“But?”
“I had a very talented ex,” Kyungsoo absently stroked the back of his neck, caressing the sensitive skin. “We didn’t go all the way but I learned a lot from him.”
Well, now he was jealous. “And why won’t I believe you?”
“Because he’s Kim Joonmyun.” Then Kyungsoo was kissing him and effectively ending the conversation, but just before his brains turned to mush again a thought registered.
Wait, wasn’t he the Student Council President?
lmao idek what this is. .___.
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Looks are not always what they seem, and when an oblivious Jongin is met with an unexpectedly powerful foe, a failed bet turns into a battle of wills - with both contenders determined to win.
“For this one…which formula should I use?”
“Which one? Ah, you use the Pythagorean Theorem; if you look at the equation...” He was close, so close that he could count the individual hairs of midnight lashes, while a light, wafting scent of vanilla permeated his senses. “X plus Y...therefore you get ten…and if you calculate the area…”
Time to make his move. He laid a tentative hand on the exposed skin just above the stiff, tidy collar of a neatly-pressed uniform, and slid the pads of his fingers to and fro until he could feel slight tremors.
“K-Kim-ssi, are you listening?” Oh, but he was pretty cute with that light blush suffusing his cheeks as he shied away from the caress, eyes wide with confusion.
He sidled closer, pushing away the cluster of books and scribbled equations before skimming the backs of his fingers against one soft cheek. Those wide eyes got even wider, frame completely stiff and frozen in place - his prey was well and truly caught in the trap.
This was much too easy.
“Sunbae,” he purred, rubbing the pad of his thumb on the rosy bottom lip. No - he had to make it more personal. “Kyungsoo.” Aw, he was blushing again.
“Kim-ssi, I-I-”
Personal, make it personal. “Jongin. Call me Jongin,” and he tilted the small, delicate face, staring into large orbs containing a good mixture of bewilderment and shyness. For a moment, he felt guilty, but Kim Jongin had never lost a bet before, and he was not about to lose one now. A pity too, because Do Kyungsoo was actually pretty cute; he’d probably hate Jongin after all this was over, though.
But whatever. That ₩200,000 was his…
“So, how did it go? Did you do anything?”
Oh, this was pretty nice; the lips, albeit tightly closed as a clam, were soft and pink, and the frame in his arms, albeit completely stiff (with shock, no doubt), was small and fit in his arms perfectly. Well, there were plenty of ways to loosen all those muscles up, and Jongin was a patient man - he was just getting started.
He made a path from the pink lips, planting soft kisses and nibbles along the way until he reached the smooth expanse of skin on the neck. He really did smell like vanilla - Jongin inhaled the scent greedily, feeling the stirrings of lust slowly coursing through him. He didn’t think he’d be this aroused by a guy, and Do Kyungsoo to boot, but that just made the whole scenario hell of a lot more exciting.
He nipped tentatively on a spot of pale skin, laved it and sucked on it; it bloomed into a rosy shade, and he was rewarded with the sweet sound of a moan torn from the quivering throat.
“Hello? Earth to Kim Jongin?”
“Don’t bother, hyung - he’s been like that since first lesson.”
Kyungsoo didn’t seem to have any experience, and he was probably a virgin, but that was fine because Jongin knew exactly what he was doing. Technically he could stop here - no need to count all his eggs before they’d hatched, but he’d accomplished more today than he thought possible - but there was also no harm in experimenting a little, and to be honest, Jongin was pretty much enjoying himself.
He’d moved on from the neck to one small, pink ear, lightly grazing his teeth on the earlobe; delicious shivers were his response, and he progressed to lightly nibbling the tip - it was obviously a weak spot, judging from the soft moans turning into tiny mewls.
Then it happened - he was hard. He had a rock hard, flaming erection practically screaming at him to be freed from its tight encasement.
“Are you serious? But did he at least tell you anything about yesterday?”
“I probably know as much as you do,” a noncommittal shrug, “and I texted him last night but he didn’t reply.”
He had to stop, he had to calm down - this was going way too fast and out of control, and it was getting more and more uncomfortable down there-
But he felt lips closing in on his own ear, and oh God, was that him moaning? Yes, it was him, and he could feel his legs going to jelly at the light nibbles because that was his sweet spot too and how mortifying was this whole situation but he couldn’t do anything because he was too busy trying not to come all over his uniform trousers? They had to stop; he had to take control of the situation.
“O-Okay, we have to-” But the rest of his words died a quick death because this supposedly innocent virgin was boldly moving onto more dangerous territory and found another weak spot and oh God, the way he used his mouth should be illegal-
“You like that, don’t you?” Oh yes, he did, but he should stop doing that but he wasn’t stopping so Jongin had to make him stop but his arms were so damn useless and wouldn’t go where he wanted them to, which should be to push him away, not to grip the small waist and hold on helplessly as the smaller boy crawled onto his lap-
…Was that a hand on his crotch?
“Oh yuck, is he drooling? Sehun, do something.”
Sehun slanted a look at the older male and quirked a brow lazily. “Why me? You do it, you’re the hyung.”
Lu Han rolled his eyes and heaved a deep, long-suffering sigh, muttering, “Oh, it’s just like you to use age when it’s convenient for you,” before turning back to their blank companion. Jongin was unresponsive to a hand waving across his face, eyes still glassy and unseeing even with Lu Han’s face shoved so close their noses touched. “Hello, earth to Jongin, come in Kim Jongin, do you copy?”
But there was no response, and there was badly suppressed snickering from behind Lu Han and this was getting annoying; “Oi, Kim Jongin! Wake up!”, and promptly delivered a whack on the back of Jongin’s head.
It was effective enough. “What-why-who-”
“Focus,” Lu Han barked mercilessly and gripped the younger male’s shoulders, shaking him for good measure just in case his brain decided to go on a trip to outer space again. “What happened yesterday? Spit it out.”
“Ah-I-”
“You like that, don’t you,” Kyungsoo was whispering in his ear with hot, steamy breaths. Hell yes he did, he was having the freaking time of his life, the white hot pleasure causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head, and he was trembling uncontrollably and he was completely soaked with sweat and this was absolutely unbelievable. He was close, so close, just another rub and he was going to blow his load so hard-
Then he was gulping in air like a drowning man because, oh God, the hand was moving away and he was on the edge here and where the hell was Kyungsoo going? Don’t go, he wanted to beg, but he couldn’t because his trousers were so tight and his cock so painful that all he could manage was a choked whimper. He can’t leave him here like this, he can’t-
But all he got was a gentle, almost pitying kiss on his damp forehead. “Same place tomorrow. Be here.”
And then he was gone, Do Kyungsoo actually left him there-
“Oh great, he’s drooling again.” Lu Han’s voice was dripping with displeased venom, and Jongin could hear Sehun laughing and saying hit him again, then with Lu Han looking like he was seriously considering it - Jongin wisely raised his hands in surrender.
“I’m here. I swear,” he added at the sceptical expressions before him. Lu Han narrowed his eyes, but Jongin seemed to have passed judgment at the sardonic curl of the older male’s lip abruptly transforming into a brilliant smile.
“Great to have you back! So - what happened yesterday?”
“Ah…” Same place tomorrow. Be here. “Well, uh…”
Twin expressions, full of expectation and barely-suppressed curiosity. “Nothing. N-Nothing happened.”
He had never been particularly good at lying; neither had he improved judging on the contemptuous looks exchanged by his companions. “I-I’m serious! I’m taking this slow, okay?” He said no more than that, even under unsubtle poking and prodding; truthfully, he had no idea what the hell happened himself, but he’d die before he told them even the smallest detail of what had went down yesterday afternoon.
Lu Han seemed exorbitantly displeased by the situation, but Sehun was a bit more optimistic. “Well, at least he finally agreed to tutor you; and aren’t you having another session today?” At Jongin’s nod, Sehun smiled, and Lu Han, who had cheered up considerably, smiled brightly as well. “Great! Then I’m sure something will happen today.”
Of course, he wanted to say, but all he managed was a forced smile as he self-consciously tugged at his collar, the stiff fabric shielding countless love bites from public view.
He was going to have to take charge today.
Kim Jongin refused to lose this unexpectedly difficult battle; he’d completely misjudged Do Kyungsoo’s wide-eyed, innocent little lamb persona, and he was paying the expensive price for it. Never judge a book by its cover, as they always say, and he’d never realised how true that statement was until he met this paragon.
He took a deep breath - make that two, he needed to keep his cool - and swung the door open. The sun was beginning to set; its orange rays illuminated the otherwise empty classroom, its lone occupant already settled on a desk with a clutter of notebooks, textbooks and pens around him. He hadn’t lifted his head at Jongin’s entrance, but looked up once the other male reached the table. “You’re early. Sit down,” and gestured to the seat across him.
Jongin thought he saw the flash of a smile when his brow wrinkled in suspicion, but he couldn’t be sure because the other boy had already bent his head, back to perusing his books. He seemed as harmless as he did yesterday before things got a little crazy, but Jongin hurriedly reminded himself that looks can be deceiving, and Do Kyungsoo was deception personified.
“Take your notes out,” Kyungsoo was saying absently once Jongin had gingerly lowered himself on the seat. Jongin obeyed, the whole time on the edge as he anticipated and readied himself for what the older male would do next-
-which was promptly to criticize his recent mock exam results. “Your handwriting is on par with a five year old’s and your English is atrocious - just as well you asked me to tutor you. As for your Biology…”
Jongin could only follow dumbly as he was given a set of math equations, a chemistry practice paper, and an English comprehension test - his look of disbelief had been countered with a stony, unrelenting one, and there was no sign of yesterday’s mysterious nymph in the strait-laced student before him - Jongin was almost fully convinced that he’d dreamt the entire thing.
Nevertheless, he acquiesced obligingly, completing the work given while wondering what the hell he’d tell Sehun and Lu Han tomorrow, when Kyungsoo slid a novel across the table - he couldn’t, for the life of him, comprehend the English title, so he simply stared at it blankly, and then turned his gaze upwards.
The older male’s expression was inscrutable, his smile easy. “Just a little something to practice your English on; Pride and Prejudice,” Kyungsoo pronounced with a very impressive accent, “start reading; out loud.” He then bent his head and started scribbling on his notebook again, and Jongin had no choice but to pick up the novel and turn it to the first page.
He was a mess when it came to English, but he might as well try and get this over with. “Chapter…one.” Well, that was easy - the following paragraph, not so much. Squinting as if that would make the words easier to read, he slowly began, “It is…a…tru-truth? U-ni-ver-sa-lly, ack-uckk-”
“‘Acknowledged’.”
He cleared his throat, already hoping he didn’t have to read too much. “Th-That a s-shi-shingle man in pos-posshession-”
He abruptly stopped, lungs seizing in air. Across the table, Kyungsoo was still busy writing on that wretched notebook. “Keep reading.”
But how the hell could he when there was a damned foot on his crotch? Hands tightening around the novel, Jongin strengthened his resolve; keep your cool, you haven’t lost this battle yet. “Of a-a-good-oh damn-”
“Please refrain from adding your literary interpretation,” was delivered in a dry, amused tone, even as that stupid foot stroked his crotch in different angles and invoked such painful stirrings of lust in Jongin that he never even knew existed; his traitorous cock was so painfully erect, he could barely speak much less breathe. Be strong, he inwardly yelled, unaware that his hands were shaking as they struggled to hold the novel upright.
“For-fortune-must be-oh, God-in want-of-I’m going to-” The novel clattered on the desk, and he was genuinely seeing stars explode in front of his eyes because, sweet mother of all orgasms, he had just blown his pants - courtesy of a foot.
Kyungsoo was smiling sweetly, his stupid foot still coaxing the last violent shudders from Jongin’s now-sated cock. “In want of a what, Jongin-ssi?”
He was so mortified he could die, but he refused to let Kyungsoo have the last word.
“A wife.”
“Still nothing? You’ve got to be pulling my leg.”
Easiest ₩200,000, he’d said - piece of cake, he’d said. He’d said a lot of things, back when he was still the great and undefeated Kim Jongin and arrogance had blown his head completely out of proportion because he’d never lost a bet in his life, especially not one as easy as this. Because that’s what this bet was supposed to be - easy, no fuss no frills, done and dusted by now, with a cool 200k in his wallet and just another notch in his bedpost; no harm done, no hard feelings.
Do Kyungsoo was supposed to be the easiest mark he’d ever made in his lifetime, and he could just picture himself now, scoffing two weeks ago when Lu Han had presented him the challenge; I bet you wouldn’t be able to seduce Do Kyungsoo. The teacher’s pet, top-of-his-class, goody-two-shoes? No problem.
It had been easy enough to worm his way into an acquaintance, namely his less than average grades giving him an excellent excuse to ask an upperclassman for after school lessons - and who better than Do Kyungsoo, who, being the helpful student that he was, had readily agreed. Negotiations had just been too easy and judging by Jongin’s calculations, he should be enjoying that 200k by now. After all, with his well-honed abilities, Kim Jongin was irresistible to anyone unfortunate - or fortunate - enough to cross his path.
But that Kim Jongin was dead, buried and rapidly decomposing underneath all the barely-suppressed sexual urges and raging hormones of the new and reborn Kim Jongin. Experience didn’t count for anything when faced with an unexpectedly powerful foe, and Jongin was steadily losing this battle; Do Kyungsoo probably had no idea of what a monster he’d created, or he probably did, and was laughing at Jongin’s expense because he was a monster himself.
Lu Han was still ranting on and on about how it’s unbelievable how it’s taking Jongin so long to even reach first base because he’d have hit home run by now if they take their previous bets in account, and Sehun helpfully suggested that Jongin must be losing his touch.
You don’t know Do Kyungsoo like I do, you guys. You have no idea, Jongin wanted to say, but he kept his mouth shut because how the hell was he supposed to explain? Where does he even begin - there was the hand incident, then the foot incident, the inappropriate touching, the hickeys on his neck? But he is spared muddled explanations by Lu Han’s sudden nudge and gesture at a walking trio in the distance.
How innocent he looked, as he laughed at something his two companions said; indeed, Do Kyungsoo didn’t look capable of hurting a fly. Those wide eyes were full of innocence and naiveté, pink lips untouched and virginal; he was the very essence of a stereotypical studious young male, diligent with his studies and well-liked by his peers, uncorrupted by the vices of modern society, the freaking poster boy of the youth of the future.
It’s a lie, he is a lie, Jongin felt like crying, but Lu Han was nudging him again and good God, the devil incarnate was actually waving and walking up to their spot under the tree, his friends in tow.
“Hi Kyungsoo-ssi,” Lu Han was greeting brightly, and if Kyungsoo was surprised that the upper-classman knew his name, he didn’t let it show with his smile and polite bow.
“Hello, Lu Han-sunbae.” His greeting was echoed cheerfully by Baekhyun, but changed the ‘sunbae’ to ‘hyung’ - Jongin and Sehun exchanged looks, as did Kyungsoo and his other companion, a towering, auburn-haired boy named Chanyeol, who voiced everyone’s thoughts, “You know each other, Baek?”
“Oh, yes,” Baekhyun was still smiling brightly. “We go to the same club together, don’t we, Lu Han-hyung?”
Lu Han’s eyes held a strange light to them but he had a brilliant smile plastered on. “Of course, we’ve become quite close, haven’t we, Baekhyun-ssi?”
Sehun was looking very confused. “But you don’t go to any clubs-” The bell abruptly went off, and Kyungsoo hurried to deliver his message. “Jongin-ssi, I just came to say that I have to be at home this afternoon - do you mind coming to my house and I can tutor you there? We can walk together after school.”
“Ah…” In his house? Lu Han was nudging him hard enough to dig holes in his stomach, and the weird guy Baekhyun had an eerie smile on his face, but Kyungsoo was looking at him expectantly and he had that little look in his eyes and no was just not an option. “…Of course. I’ll wait next to the gates after the last lesson.”
Kyungsoo’s smile was shy; his eyes were anything but. “Excellent; looking forward to you coming.”
“Come on in; I’ll show you where my room is.” The apartment was part of a high-rise building that spoke of comfortable wealth, and the first thing Jongin registered as he took his shoes off and placed them tidily on the side was that the whole apartment smelt of vanilla.
A lady was busily baking in the kitchen when they walked past; she looked up in surprise at their entrance before smiling at Jongin’s shy but polite bow. “Hi, mum,” Kyungsoo greeted, giving her a kiss on the cheek before introducing Jongin.
“It’s lovely to meet you,” Kyungsoo’s mother said, “and I trust my son is tutoring you properly. Well, I won’t get in your way; Kyungsoo, you mustn’t keep your guest waiting.”
Kyungsoo led him to a bedroom at the very end of the corridor, and he indiscreetly observed his surroundings while Kyungsoo set his things down a study table on the corner of the room before gesturing for him to do the same. The room was spartan in its tidiness and organisation; immaculate, rigidly straightened sheets, the bookshelf next to the door with its volumes arranged in chronological order, and not a single stray sock to be seen on the pristine floor. Jongin briefly wondered where he kept his porn - if he even had any.
They dived straight into tutoring; Jongin could hear footsteps going back and forth the corridor, muffled by the closed door. His eyes trailed from Kyungsoo’s bent head, busy correcting his history essay, then back to the door.
Do Kyungsoo may have been winning in their previous battles, but he had yet to win the war; if he was going to play dirty, then Jongin was more than ready to accommodate him. He had a few tricks up his own sleeve, and it was time to step up the game - and today he was determined to strike first.
“Have you got an English-Korean dictionary?” Kyungsoo raised his head at the innocent question; Jongin gestured to his notebook. “I’m having problems with translating this.”
“Ah…let me check.” None the wiser, Kyungsoo rose and meandered over to the bookshelf, skimming a finger through the organised shelves before halting on a particular book. He picked it up, turning as he said, “Is this one okay-”
But Jongin was standing right behind him, silent and towering over him easily. Kyungsoo’s brow wrinkled in confusion, a twinge of uneasiness spreading in his belly. “What-” But the other male didn’t give him an opportunity to speak, immediately gripping one wrist in a viselike grip before capturing his lips with a ferocity that stunned him into dropping the book.
The tome clattered to the floor as he was pushed against the bookshelf, and Kyungsoo could do nothing but cling helplessly to his aggressor as his lips were attacked with hungry little bites, Jongin forcing his mouth open with slight pressure on his chin before plundering inside with a hot tongue. Kyungsoo could feel his knees giving way even as his brain frantically screamed at him to gain control of the situation, but it was a rapidly losing battle.
His lips were finally released but only to progress to his neck; his weak attempts at warding the other male off were only rewarded with love bites on his sensitive skin - a surprised moan was torn from his throat when he felt a hard bulge prodding his own painful erection, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head when a slow and steady friction began.
“Stop-Jongin-” His protests were reduced to desperate mewling when the relentless onslaught moved onto his ears, closing onto his infamous sensitive spot.
There is a sudden knock on the door. “Kyungsoo?”
No, no, oh God, his mother, he hadn’t locked the door - but Kyungsoo’s frantic attempts to get away are thwarted; Jongin flattened him against the bookshelf, hips still grinding mercilessly. Even in his panic, he couldn’t suppress the violent tremors of ecstasy; he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the helpless moans that escaped his throat.
There was another knock. “Kyungsoo? May I come in?”
“No-mum-” Please, please, he pleaded; for what, he wasn’t sure. He was close, so close, his hands gripping Jongin’s shirt, wrinkling the fabric inside his fists.
“Is everything alright in there?” There was concern in his mother’s voice, but Kyungsoo could barely register anything beyond the intense ecstasy.
“We’re fine-don’t-don’t come in-” The last words were torn from his throat, and he bit down hard on Jongin’s shoulder to smother his scream as he finally exploded; there was a breathy groan on his ear, and the two boys shuddered together, and Kyungsoo could hear harsh pants on his ear-
“We’re fine, Mrs. Do,” the younger male piped up, his tone wretchedly cheerful and smug. “Just fine.”
After avoiding Jongin like the plague for three days, Kyungsoo eventually agreed to continue with the tutoring, but they were back at the empty classroom. He’d obviously been shaken by his mother nearly walking in on them dry-humping each other, Jongin mused as he observed the older male taking his things out of his bag and methodically placing them on the desk. Jongin was earlier for once, and so contented himself to trying to decipher the other male’s inscrutable expression.
He was as cool and composed as ever, no sign of the quivering bundle Jongin had held in his arms, too dazed and stunned by his release to even register his mother’s persistent knocking. Luckily, Jongin had had the foresight to lock the door before advancing, and so the door remained shut until Jongin opened it himself, careful to conceal Kyungsoo and his own soiled trousers from view. He’d reassured Kyungsoo’s mother that they just had a minor accident, and thankfully she hadn’t pressed for more details.
As always, they began on the premise of tutoring - Jongin supposed that one good thing that was coming out of this whole fiasco was that his grades were certainly improving, raging hormones and sexual tension aside. But he was wary as he worked his way through a trigonometry problem - another lesson he’d learned was that never, ever let your guard down around Kyungsoo. Never.
But they were already halfway through the session and the older male looked as if he had no plans to make any moves whatsoever, fully occupied with his own work and only looking up when Jongin had a question. He was fully clothed in his diligent-student persona, and Jongin didn’t know what to make of that.
Little by little, he began to relax, shoulders visibly easing as he dedicated his full attention to his work, completely oblivious of the male across discreetly observing him.
It was, more or less, ten minutes before the session ended when Kyungsoo finally made a move.
He was in the middle of finishing up his essay when a stack of papers suddenly slipped off the desk, “Oh, I’m so clumsy,” he heard Kyungsoo mumble with embarrassment. He stopped writing and immediately moved to help, but was firmly told to continue with his work - Kyungsoo could handle it. He nodded reluctantly, and tried to recall what he’d been writing mid-sentence, the rustling of papers underneath the table a little distracting-
He jolted, banging his thighs painfully against the desk. Amidst the haze of pain, he could hear muffled laughter, but the hand on his crotch did not let go. This scenario seemed familiar - Jongin wondered how dense he could possibly be to fall for the same trick three times.
Never let your guard down around Kyungsoo. Never.
Hello Current Self, this is your Past Self reminding you how stupid you are. Good day and enjoy your handjob.
“Keep working,” he was ordered, and he struggled to obey, but that was nigh an impossible feat when the incubus was stepping up his game and actually unzipping his trousers, and taking his stupid, erect cock out, and its tip was probably already glistening with pre-cum and Jongin just wanted to die from the humiliation.
His legs turned to jelly as a warm hand encased his stiff rod and gave it a tentative, almost shy stroke - oh, sweet mother of-I stand corrected, Current Self. Because, praise be the heavens, he was being taken into a hot, wet mouth, and his cock was all too happy to rise to full attention for the occasion.
His whole body trembled and shuddered as the hot tongue swept up and down, swirled all around the sensitive tip; he groaned when a small hand even began playing with his balls, and his own hands dove into the soft black tendrils and held on for dear life while the head bobbed up and down.
He was close, so close-
“Kyungsoo? Are you in here?”
You’ve got to be joking. It was a sick, cruel joke, because two heads had just popped through the door, peeking inquisitively; through his murky vision, he could see Kyungsoo’s weird friends, Baekhyun and Chanyeol.
“Oh, hi Jongin,” Chanyeol greeted, prompting Jongin to stop trying to tug the head away from his nether regions and snap to attention; act cool, act cool. From their angle, they couldn’t see what was occurring below the table.
“Ah-” God, if you’re listening, please send a lightning bolt and wipe me off the face of this planet. “Um. Hi. Yeah.”
“Have you seen Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun asked, just as Jongin forced out a very loud cough because there were some really loud slurping noises and I don’t even know how to begin to explain how their friend is giving me a blowjob right now-
“Ah, he,” He shifted; he was actually so close, and he was going to blow his lid off any minute now, and it was all he could do to keep his face straight. “He-He went to the toilet.”
“Oh, okay.” The two exchanged looks, and Chanyeol shrugged. “Should we wait here then? We were supposed to leave at five.” It was four fifty-five.
“Alright,” Baekhyun chirped, and the two began to move but oh God if they moved any closer they were going to see something they would never be able to erase from their memories unless Jongin shot both of them, then himself for good measure, and he just couldn’t have that happen.
“No!” The yell was ripped from his throat, a little bit high pitch courtesy of his panic and state of near-orgasm. It was effective enough; both boys stopped in their tracks, faces etched with utter confusion. “Ah-he-told me he’d wait-for you two-outside.”
“Are you okay, Jongin?” Chanyeol asked with concern. “You look a little…sweaty.” He probably wanted to say constipated, but Jongin was too harassed to care.
“I’m fine,” he gritted out, his fingers digging into Kyungsoo’s persistent skull. It was a miracle he could still speak when his vision was already going dark around the edges, and it seemed to take forever before the two shrugged.
“Tell him we’ll wait in the entrance then,” Baekhyun called out before the two shuffled out the door. The moment the door clicked shut, Jongin promptly exploded.
Damn if the little devil wasn’t licking his lips as he crawled back out from under the table, sheaf of papers in hand and his trademark innocent expression pasted on his face. Jongin could do nothing but sit there with his chest heaving with gulping breaths, still bewildered from his orgasm and the train of events.
“Oh, what do you know, I have to go. See you tomorrow,” And he walked off just as the clock struck five, and it hit Jongin like a ton of bricks. He knew, damn it, he knew and the whole thing was a set-up and the devil incarnate was a fucking pro-
He heaved a heavy sigh, zipping his pants up. Jongin: 1, Kyungsoo: 464335345221
The next few days became a constant battle of wills, the two boys involved in a fierce, heated competition. It became a matter of brainstorming for ways to outdo the other person, and had evolved to beyond the tutoring sessions in the empty classroom - Jongin had stepped up the game by dragging Kyungsoo to a storage cupboard during lunchbreak and giving him a handjob, which Kyungsoo retaliated with an intense make-out session in the public bathroom stall.
Jongin spent every waking minute of his day planning out strategies involving his nether regions and a certain dark-haired boy, avoiding Lu Han’s poking and prodding, hiding his hickeys from view and awkwardly trying to wiggle his way out of explaining why his trousers and pants were always ‘soiled’ from his mother.
The bet wasn’t even on his mind anymore; the very thought of the prize money was wiped off, to be replaced by Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo’s hands, Kyungsoo’s lips, Kyungsoo’s mouth, Kyungsoo’s body, damn it just Kyungsoo and his entire being occupied Jongin’s entire mental capacity.
And, little by little, he didn’t even think he wanted to win the battle anymore - beyond the confusing split-personality and undeniably excellent sexual techniques, Jongin was beginning to notice little things about Do Kyungsoo, from the way his eyes always seemed to be in a shocked state only to narrow when he was displeased with something, how his lips were shaped like a heart when he smiled, how he hid a golden voice underneath that tiny body, which Jongin had discovered when he’d caught Kyungsoo singing to himself while waiting for Jongin in the classroom.
And damn if that voice hadn’t sent shivers up his spine and somehow created little tingles in his heart. And it didn’t help that Kyungsoo could also cook, hell, he was a freaking kitchen god, Jongin concluded after he’d eaten Kyungsoo’s heavenly kimchi spaghetti after a tutoring session in Kyungsoo’s house (his mother wasn’t home).
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach; well, hell if he hadn’t fallen just a little bit after taking that first bite.
Research purposes, getting to know the enemy as such, was his firm excuse and the mantra he repeated in his head when he asked Kyungsoo to ‘hang out on Saturday’. It wasn’t a date, it was hanging out, between two guys who were kind of friends, kind of masturbate-partners, kind of-whatever.
It doesn’t matter because, sans the narrow-eyed typical judging-you Kyungsoo expression, he’d said yes, why not? Great; shall we watch a film, then dinner?
Yeah, definitely not a date - this was typical hanging out stuff, right?
A disbelieving snort from Sehun was his response.
“There better be some fumbling once the lights are off,” Lu Han snarled as Jongin was unwillingly cornered in the classroom. He was less than pleased at Jongin being as closed as a clam about the entire thing, which was understandable considering their previous bets consisted of Jongin freely airing his dirty laundry, and Lu Han gleefully filing the details away in his little black book of blackmail.
But this bet was different; Kyungsoo was different.
“And dinner, such a romantic date,” Sehun sneered, and Jongin threw him a poisonous glare.
“A blowjob under the table would be nice too, just giving you some suggestions,” Lu Han said cheerfully, warming up to the topic; Jongin promptly choked on his sandwich, certain memories running through his mind.
“I’ll handle it, alright, just shut up,” he croaked out once the blockage in his throat was cleared, and he excused his fire-engine cheeks to the near-asphyxiation. “And it’s not a date.”
He was surprisingly enjoying himself. The date-hanging out session-was going really smoothly; for somebody he’d previously thought was a boring nerd who studied too much, Kyungsoo was surprisingly cool and fun to be with, laughing at Jongin’s antics or responding with deadpan sarcasm.
They chose a random film out the list, neither knowing what it was going to be about; it was already a few weeks after the first showing, which explained the sparsely-filled cinema, with relatively few people dotted around the empty seats. They chose a seat all the way on the back, settling down as the film reel began.
It was ten minutes after the lights switched off when he felt a hand on his crotch-well, that would please Lu Han, at least-and the next hour was spent with their lips locked, and sometime in the middle Kyungsoo had ended up in Jongin’s lap; cinema seats weren’t the most comfortable, but by some miracle they managed to grind their crotches in a steady rhythm, suppressing moans by devouring each other’s mouths hungrily.
They both climaxed and spent the remainder of the film cuddling and kissing; Jongin didn’t really want to let go, and Kyungsoo didn’t seem to mind-they tidied themselves quickly as the final scene unfolded, and the ending credits began to roll, the lights blinking on with it. They readjusted to the brightness, both rising and Kyungsoo stretching out the kinks he’d received from his previous uncomfortable position.
“Good film,” he said cheerfully as he noticed two or three couples, who had been unfortunate enough to be seated too close, blushing and avoiding their gaze.
They went shopping next, and both had somehow warmed up to the whole thrill of getting-caught-in-public kink, which led to another intense make-out session in a changing room, its attendant none the wiser and the occupiers of the adjacent stalls wondering what the hell that thumping noise was. Well, it was Kyungsoo’s back bumping against the wall as Jongin worked his hand between their thighs, his desperate moans smothered by Jongin’s ravenous mouth.
And if the member of staff thought it strange that they handed her a pile of seemingly-untouched clothing, with both attractive customers in a dishevelled state as opposed to when they first came in - bee-stung lips, mussed up hair and all - she was certainly professional enough to keep her thoughts to herself.
“She knew,” Kyungsoo muttered as they left the store, cheeks still pink with embarrassment, but forgave Jongin after the younger male suddenly bought a Pororo plushie for him. “How did you know I liked Pororo?”
I saw the DVDs in your room and your Pororo pajamas, but Jongin did not want to sound like some obsessed stalker so he shrugged and smirked instead. “Because you’re weird.” Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, but the plushie would earn its place of honour on his shelf anyway.
Dinner went as normally as dinners went - they spent the whole meal gossiping about people from school, their nether regions calm and collected throughout, perhaps already sated from the previous two incidents earlier on in the day.
But never underestimate hormonal teenage boys and their uncontrollable urges-namely, how easily they got hard, and how many times a day they could satisfy aforementioned urges.
“I had fun today.” Kyungsoo clutched the paper bag containing his plushie close, smiling up at Jongin as they walked to the station together. “Lots of fun.”
“Me too.” They stood on the platform; they lived on opposite directions, and both trains would be arriving soon. They were silent for a few moments, before Jongin took a deep breath and took the plunge. “Ah…hyung?”
“Hmm?” Kyungsoo looked up from where he’d been checking his phone.
“My parents are away with one of my sisters, and my other sister is going to stay with her boyfriend, and none of them are going to be back until Sunday, and-”
“Any brothers I should know of?”
“I don’t have any.” Jongin cleared his throat at Kyungsoo’s amused smile. “So, uh…” The trains arrived at the same time, the doors sliding open expectantly. “Um, so if you want to, um…”
The doors slid shut seconds after they’d stepped inside; Kyungsoo grinned.
“I’m just going to text my parents.” Jongin nodded, glancing down at the fingers that had intertwined with his to pull him towards the train. He tightened his hold around them, the warmth emanating from the fingers somehow reaching his chest.
There was no point in pretending what this was; empty house, a bed, Kyungsoo’s hair still damp from the shower and small frame dwarfed by Jongin’s clothing - but Jongin made a show of pretending anyway.
“Uh, the bed’s a little small, so I can stay in my parent’s room, so you can make yourself comfortable, and um-” He used to be a lot smoother than this, once upon a time.
“Oh, your parent’s bed,” Kyungsoo murmured, sinking down Jongin’s bed and sitting primly, peeking up at Jongin from beneath midnight lashes. “That’s pretty kinky.”
Well, that had certainly been the ice breaker, which might explain why Kyungsoo was now flat on his back against, thankfully, Jongin’s bed, their lips locked hungrily before Jongin progressed down to his neck with aggressive little bites. Clothing was tugged off and flung to random directions, bare skin exposed to Jongin’s eager gaze.
“Turn the lights off,” Kyungsoo moaned, but Jongin wanted to see everything, revelling in the contrast of his bronze skin against Kyungsoo’s paleness; and then he was trailing kisses down to a nipple, taking the rosy bud into his mouth, pulling and sucking until Kyungsoo’s protests died away.
The older male seemed content to let him take the reins, or at least he was until Jongin’s fingers began to edge towards his ‘opening’. He promptly jumped three feet in the air and surprised the ever-loving life out of both of them.
“Uh…” Jongin had raised his hands in surrender. Kyungsoo looked like he wanted the bed to swallow him up, his ears an adorable shade of red, and with a surprised chuckle, Jongin finally understood. “You’ve never done this before?”
The older male gave an imperceptible shake of his head, face buried in his palms in his embarrassment. This was certainly an interesting development, considering Kyungsoo gave head that would make a pornstar proud and could do the most unimaginable things with his foot - but he was a virgin.
“I’d be happy to tutor you,” Jongin purred, and Kyungsoo was too distracted by the lips claiming his to scoff at the cheesy line. He was a melted puddle of goo by the time the younger male progressed south, leaving a trail of hot kisses down his quivering stomach before worshipping his erect cock and teasing his tight hole at the same time - without the convenience of Jongin’s mouth blocking his, Jongin also found out that the older male was quite a screamer.
His own cock was screaming at him for release, but he wasn’t done teasing yet; he flipped the older male onto his stomach, parting the soft globes of his cheeks and diving in; the hole was already loose from his teasing and stretching, but he wanted Kyungsoo completely uninhibited.
Well, if his moans and mewling was any indication, he seemed pretty damn relaxed to Jongin. He teased and licked the tight hole, stroking his own cock as he did so, preparing both of them for the eventual penetration.
And when both of them could take no more, he flipped Kyungsoo over to his back again, before reaching for his secret stash on the third draw of his bedside table; he took out a small bottle and a couple of condoms. He hadn’t pre-prepared or anything; not at all.
Kyungsoo had gone all glassy-eyed and was too out of it to throw him his trademark judgemental look, so Jongin busied himself with coating himself with the condom and pouring a liberal amount of lube. Sliding his hands on the slim hips, he bent and nipped the pink lips. “This is going to hurt a little.”
Then he entered, little by little, wincing when Kyungsoo’s eyes suddenly slammed open and his nails dug into Jongin’s back - he was so hot and tight, and Jongin could feel his eyes rolling at the back of his head because he was already about to blow his load and wouldn’t that be embarrassing? But Kyungsoo was smacking him because this was painful and it hurt like hell and could he please get off-
He claimed the babbling lips to shut him up, and began a steady rhythm, adjusting the hips just in the right angle and-hello, prostate.
The hands clawing at his back abruptly slid down to grip his hips, protests dying to be replaced by delicious moans. The ritual as old as time took place, the bed squeaking from their thrusts, and then they reached the peak - Kyungsoo screamed so hard he nearly shattered Jongin’s eardrums, but he was climaxing too and he literally saw stars.
2 new messages
5 missed calls
From: Sehun
How did it go? ^o^
From: Lu Han-hyung
Since ur not picking up I’m assuming ur too busy fucking
Ur 200k is ready
“Jongin…?” The older male had stirred at the sudden brightness of the phone illuminating the dark room.
“Ah…sorry.” Jongin switched his phone off and put it away unanswered, pressing a kiss on the forehead of the figure curled up against him; the older male let out a sigh, drifting off to sleep again.
So he’d won, he thought bleakly to himself, yet victory had never tasted so filthy.
They made love again on Sunday, even finding time to christen the kitchen floor before Jongin’s sister suddenly arrived unceremoniously, a few hours early and wondering why her little brother and his friend were partially-clothed in the kitchen, their faces as red as tomatoes. But the friend had suddenly beat a hasty retreat, and Jongin promptly bombarded her with questions as to how her stay with her boyfriend went, which was even more of a surprise and wiped out the previous incident from her mind.
Monday came all too quickly, which meant confrontation time. Jongin had to find some way to call off the bet, but if he knew Lu Han, it was that Lu Han did not appreciate any violation of bet rules, and as revenge, would probably tell Kyungsoo himself - which left him with the option of going through with the bet, but telling Kyungsoo about it, grovelling if need be.
Jongin didn’t know which was worse.
He managed to avoid the inevitable all throughout the first few periods - blocking out Sehun’s repeated inquiries was easy enough - but lunch break came and though he’d managed to make a run for it, the tsunami known as Lu Han arrived and moved with lightning speed, cornering Jongin in the corridor.
“Not so fast,” he barked; Sehun walked up from behind him, giving Jongin a pitying glance. “Did you do it or not? Answer!”
“Uh, I-” Damn it, this was unfair, but there was no time to go and look for Kyungsoo now, and the corridor was already beginning to fill with students, and Lu Han was like a rabid dog who’d just caught a bone - meaning he was well and truly trapped.
He breathed out an angry sigh.
“Alright, we did it, okay?” Lu Han looked extraordinarily pleased, and Sehun clapped politely.
“Well done, you won the bet!” There was a contradictory triumphant gleam in the older male’s eyes as he fished out the wad of notes from his pocket, and Jongin heaved out a sigh as he held out his hand for it-
-just as his eyes met Kyungsoo’s.
We did it. You won the bet. Money.
“Oh hell no,” Jongin groaned out, just as Kyungsoo turned and made a run for it.
“Hyung-wait!” For such a tiny guy he was a remarkably fast runner, but it was amazing how panic and adrenaline could give someone a boost-Jongin caught up with him soon enough, grabbing an arm and swinging him around.
He should’ve anticipated the punch; well, maybe he did, but that was quite a solid punch and damn it hurt, but he didn’t let go.
“This isn’t what you think,” he choked out between gasping breaths. Kyungsoo refused to look at him, too preoccupied trying to pry his fingers away from his arm; Jongin grasped both and shook him. “Kyungsoo. It’s not-I-”
“You’ve won the bet, jackass,” The older male was staring at him with such disgust that he felt lower than a slug on the ground. “Congratulations.”
This wasn’t supposed to happen; in his desperation, Jongin crushed the smaller frame against his, holding the older male tight and not even registering the fists battering at him to withdraw his hold.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated, like a chant; he couldn’t let it end like this, not when his heart felt like it was breaking into little pieces. He drew away enough to cup the heart-shaped face and press a desperate kiss against the lips, deepening it long enough until the fight considerably lessened and the older male melted in his arms.
“I was wrong, okay? I was wrong, and it’s true,” he whispered. “But-But things have changed, okay? It’s different-you’re different, and-” And he wasn’t making any damn sense, but at least Kyungsoo didn’t look angry anymore-just wary.
“What’s changed?”
“I-” Damn it, he used to be smoother than this, and hell of a lot less cheesy, but his brain had turned into mush and his tongue felt like lead and his stomach was roiling with panic.
“I love you, okay? Do Kyungsoo, I’ve fallen in love with you and I’m an asshole but I’ve fallen in love with you anyway and please forgive me and-”
But Kyungsoo was beaming as brightly as the sun and pulling him down and giving him a kiss that further fried his circuits and he barely registered the sudden yell that had come from somewhere in the distance.
Then Kyungsoo was drawing away, cheeks still pink from his confession just as four people caught up to them, Baekhyun smiling with unholy glee, Lu Han looking like he wanted to kill someone, Sehun grinning like a madman, and Chanyeol looking as confused as hell.
Which was what Jongin was at Baekhyun’s sudden cheerful statement.
“Congratulations Kyungsoo, you won the bet!”
“You what?”
Jongin could not, for the life of him, process what had just happened; all he could see was a thick wad being passed onto Kyungsoo’s palms, who counted each note before pocketing it happily. Exactly ₩200,000.
“What the hell is going on here?” Chanyeol was fast becoming his new best friend by vocally voicing out all his thoughts, because he was so tongue-tied and confused that he probably couldn’t even formulate a proper sentence.
“Basically,” Sehun began, taking pity on the poor souls. “There are two bets going on around here; Lu Han-hyung with Jongin, and Baekhyun-hyung with Kyungsoo-hyung.”
“I bet with Jongin that he couldn’t seduce Kyungsoo,” Lu Han grumbled out, still looking very annoyed.
Baekhyun, on the other hand, was almost cackling with glee. “While I bet with Kyungsoo that he couldn’t make the infamous Jongin fall in love with him.”
“And I won,” Kyungsoo was smirking like the devil incarnate that he was. “Well, Jongin won too, didn’t you?”
Jongin, who was now beginning to work up a righteous rage, gaped down at his nemesis-turned-lover. “You were making a bet?”
To which Kyungsoo promptly responded with rolled eyes. “Oh please; nice to meet you pot, I’m kettle.” Well, Jongin had no comeback to that, rage promptly deflating.
“Anyway, we’re going to do some tutoring, if you guys don’t mind,” Kyungsoo was already tugging the younger male with him, licking his lips like a cat who was going to have a lot of delicious cream. Jongin just let himself be pulled away, still laughing over the whole scenario because if he didn’t, he’d start crying.
“Wait, before you go,” Lu Han called out. “When exactly did you fall in love, Kyungsoo?”
The younger male blinked over the question, and then flushed a little. “Ah…when he bought me a Pororo doll.” Then they both ran off, uncaring of Lu Han’s sudden triumphant yell and Baekhyun’s crestfallen expression.
“Damn it,” Baekhyun fished out another few notes, begrudgingly slapping them on Lu Han’s itchy palms.
“In your face, sucker,” was his arch-enemy’s gleeful response.
“Basically,” Sehun droned out at Chanyeol’s dumbfounded expression. “There’s actually three bets going around; Lu Han-hyung bet that Kyungsoo would fall in love first, and Baekhyun-hyung bet that Jongin would.”
Lu Han paused from counting. “I don’t think I told you about this bet.”
The younger male shrugged. “You didn’t; I just put two and two together.” The four made their way towards the canteen, altogether pleased with the results.
“So,” Lu Han idly remarked as they found their seats and observed an interesting exchange by the sandwich bar; a dark-haired, brooding-looking male pouting up at an exasperated blonde. “Bets, gentlemen?”
“Two hundred K, blondie falls first,” Baekhyun announced.
“Seconded,” Sehun mumbled, sipping his milkshake.
“I’ll bet on brooding kid then,” Chanyeol said.
Lu Han grinned devilishly. “Excellent. Game on.”
“By the way.” Jongin paused from devouring the creamy neck as a thought niggled at his mind.
“Hmm?” Kyungsoo bent and kissed the tip of his nose, and damn if he didn’t melt right then and there, but the thought was really bugging him and he had to know.
“How did you learn…all this?” Jongin waved his arms awkwardly.
The older male pondered the question for a moment, and then suddenly grinned. “Well, I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but…”
“But?”
“I had a very talented ex,” Kyungsoo absently stroked the back of his neck, caressing the sensitive skin. “We didn’t go all the way but I learned a lot from him.”
Well, now he was jealous. “And why won’t I believe you?”
“Because he’s Kim Joonmyun.” Then Kyungsoo was kissing him and effectively ending the conversation, but just before his brains turned to mush again a thought registered.
Wait, wasn’t he the Student Council President?
lmao idek what this is. .___.
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