In for a penny....
Title: In for a penny...
Pairing: Sehun/Tao
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 12k
Warning/s: Internalized homophobia
I tried hard to make this all fit in two huge posts but my lj style isn't allowing it. Terribly sorry.
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"I swear, if I hear the word "faggot" screamed in my direction one more time, I'm gonna explode," Sehun thought to himself, as he walked to his last class at EXO High on an August afternoon.
Oh Sehun was a senior at a hopelessly conservative high school in a small east coast town. At 17, Sehun had already faced more than his share of rough times, which is to be expected of a gay teen living where he did. He wasn't out to a lot of people yet, but most of kids at his school had already formed their opinions.
At first glance, you wouldn't guess that Sehun would need anyone's sympathy. He was a gorgeous looking guy, 5'8", 130 pounds with dark shimmering hair, which he kept relatively short and slicked. However, ‘handsome’ was not be the first word someone said about him. He was a classified pretty boy. His bambi brown eyes, and a small, blemish-free teletubbie face contributed heavily to that description. However he also had a lean, muscular build that had been developing quite nicely thanks to frequent gym visits and regular runs.
On top of his looks, Sehun was a smart kid. At the rate he was going, he'd most surely be his class's valedictorian. He was blessed with both book sense and common sense - the kind that comes with facing unique and difficult challenges in life. Unfortunately, to many of his fellow students, especially the guys, these qualities went unnoticed. In fact, it was his success in school that was the basis for his being the subject of endless torment at the hands of his inferior peers.
Despite being teased for his girlish looks, he made it clear to everyone at his school that he could certainly hold his own.
The locker room showers, or gay mans’ purgatory as he liked to call it, was torture central. After holding his own in a brief confrontation, his ‘bullies’ had rethought their approach and since they would be expelled immediately if Sehun decided to go to the principal, they had backed off of physical violence and settled for verbal torment.
The one place Sehun could find solace was on the campus of EXO College, which was basically the center of his small, east coast town. His involvement in advanced placement courses and college credit classes required a great deal of additional research, and the resources at his high school's library were quite limited.
However, on this sprawling campus, no one knew him - it was like he had a secret identity. At EXO, he wasn't the faggot who had to constantly defend himself against high school bullies who made it their mission to bring him down.
Here, he could be anyone. Perhaps best of all, going to the campus afforded him the chance to study all of the hot college guys, especially the athletes, and there were plenty. One, in particular, caused Sehun to break out into a cold sweat every time he saw him. His name was Huang Zitao.
The first time Sehun saw Zitao on campus, he literally lost his breath. Sehun was sitting at a table in the college library when Zitao walked by with this straight-boy swagger that was confident and strong, but not too cocky. He paused for a second and flashed that billion dollar smile, all sharp teeth like a predator, as he waved to a girl sitting at the next table, who Sehun was sure was just as hot for him as he was - only she actually had a chance of being with him.
Sehun had to force his mouth closed, which had practically dropped onto the table upon first seeing Zitao. As he watched this stereotypical jock walk away, Sehun's cock instantly began to swell and stretch against the confines of his underwear. Sehun had just seen his ultimate, ideal guy.
Right away, Sehun tried to find out everything he could about Zitao (stopping just short of stalker status). Luckily, given who Zitao was, that didn't prove too difficult a task. Zitao grew up on a farm in a small town, which likely aided in developing his slender yet athletic build. From the newspaper articles and interviews Sehun read, it became apparent that Zitao was totally top quality, both inside and out.
He seemed to be free of the egotistical, jerkish attitude that his dumb-jock teammates possessed in spades. He was a relentless warrior on the field, but everyone's friend off the field. Better still, he seemed to do quite well in school, majoring in chemistry, with his sights set on medical school. Zitao also trained in martial arts on weekends and assisted in teaching junior wushu classes.
From what Sehun could gather, it seemed that Zitao's only issues were a bit too much drinking and partying on the weekends, and being somewhat of a ladykiller - the latter due to what Sehun guessed must be an insatiable libido. Sehun had burned in envy of those many co-eds who had the undeserved pleasure of knowing Zitao in the way he wanted to.
Not surprisingly, Zitao instantly became the central subject of Sehun's two-to-three-times-a-day jerk-off sessions. Picturing that perfect specimen of college masculinity brought him to agonizing climax more times than he could count.
Sehun had tried in every way he could to position himself in Zitao's path, hoping to at least exchange words with his hopeless crush, but it didn't happen.
Weeks went by and Sehun had resolved to himself that Zitao would be nothing more than his masturbatory fantasy, and he tried to be satisfied with that. He now just focused on trying to get near Zitao - hoping for the chance to talk him, perhaps even shake his hand - as if to confirm that he was real.
Sehun didn't dare approach him in public, fearing that his obvious crush on Zitao would be revealed, his "cover" at EXO would be blown.
“As dumb as these sport meat-heads are. I’m sure even this guy isn’t stupid enough to not notice you randomly popping up everywhere around him” Is what the always helpful Luhan had had to say about Sehun’s crisis.
Sehun tried to be discreet in his pursuit.
“I’m not going to do anything crazy. It’s…I’m like a secret agent gathering intel on a target” he explains, “A very hot, enticing target with a rocking ass”
Luhan had rolled his eyes heavily, plugging in one of his ear phones before saying, “All I’m saying is, you need to be careful. Besides its one straight guy, why you gotta be such a cliché”
In the end, Sehun had decided to listen to Luhan’s words and but he did increase the number and length of his visits to EXO's campus, telling his parents he was working on an important project for school.
If he happened to see Zitao on those days, well that was just an added bonus.
After a whole month of nearly constant "surveillance" had passed, Sehun's efforts finally paid off. Late one evening at the library, as Sehun was walking to his car, he was stunned to see Zitao stumbling to his car apparently quite drunk. Sehun's heart began pounding - he couldn't believe Zitao was right in front of him, standing there in cargo shorts, flip flops, and a tight blue polo shirt. Sehun regained his composure and realized what was happening.
Was he kidding? Was he actually trying to drive? He's insane!
"This is your chance," Sehun thought to himself as he scanned the parking lot. It was completely empty - no one in sight. He jogged up to Zitao, who was now fumbling with his keys, leaning against his car.
"Hey, Zitao! Do you really think it's a good idea for you to be driving now, man?" Sehun shouted as he approached the car.
“Dude.” There was a pause, Zitao seemed to have lost his train of thought as he spent the next few seconds aiming and missing the keyhole for the driver side door.
There was this little cease between his brows as he concentrated and it would’ve been the cutest thing if Sehun wasn’t busy trying to keep his cool.
Frustrated, Zitao’s head snaps up and his eyes focus on Sehun but his head is swaying the tiniest bit back and forth.
“ I'm only driving around the corner to my dorm room - I think I can handle it ... do I know you guys?" Zitao asked.
Sehun realized that there was no reason for him to know his name - oops!
Sehun hoped he wouldn't pick up on that. Besides the guy was popular, everyone at the college probably knew his name anyway.
"Oh - I'm Himchan. I'm a freshman here. Listen, man, you really shouldn't be driving. Why don't I drop you off - my car's right over there. I don't mind - really," Sehun said, trying to hide his wild nervousness.
"No! I need my car ... because it's my car ... and I need it to be at my dorm ...because I'm gonna be at my dorm," Zitao managed to say, slurring every other word.
Hey, at least it made sense.
ish…
"Ok - then why don't I just drive you home in your car. Then I can just walk back here to get my car. Seriously, you don't want to scratch that paint job, now do you?" Sehun responded, surprised at the sudden surge of confidence he was feeling.
Amazingly hot guy or not, he was not taking any chances letting Zitao get behind that wheel drunk.
Zitao swayed and stared at Sehun for a second, appearing to size him up, this kid who just appeared out of nowhere.
"Alright - cool man. I guess you're right. Thanks. But if you wreck my car, I'll wreck you!" Zitao said, smiling sheepishly.
Sehun's mind flooded with excitement. He did it! He was actually talking to Zitao, and now he was going to drive him home. Zitao handed the keys to Sehun and staggered around to the passenger side. Sehun unlocked the door and slipped behind the wheel.
"So where did you go tonight - must have been fun!" Sehun said, desperately trying to make conversation to extend this moment as long as possible.
"Fucking sorority party - Tri Delts - those girls are nice but they're all talk. They flirt with you and then just leave you with blue balls” Zitao said, as he absentmindedly adjusted his crotch.
Sehun looked over at him, his ultimate crush sitting right next him, as the light scent of his sexy cologne filled the air. Sehun was so turned on he could barely think. He began to feel the blood rushing to his cock, stretching the material of his underwear, causing him to squirm and shift in his seat.
"Yeah, I hear they're just a bunch of bitches," Sehun quipped, hoping to make some sort of misogynistic, straight-boy bond with him.
"Hey! Don't say that, man! I don't like that word - bitch - it's demeaning to women and it's uncalled for," Zitao rasped, as he put his slender hand on Sehun's right shoulder.
Sehun was surprised, happily so, that Zitao would say something like that. But all he could think about right then was Zitao's hand on his shoulder. His cock began to grow larger in his shorts, and he squirmed in his seat again.
"It's just that I'm a guy, and guys get horny. And if you're a guy like me, you get really fucking horny all of the time. And it's frustrating as hell to have all these girls flirt with you, hang all over you, and then not get anything out of it," Zitao said, as he removed his hand from Sehun's shoulder and started to rearrange himself again.
Sehun couldn't believe it, but it looked like Zitao was getting hard! As Zitao rubbed his package through his shorts, Sehun thought he could see a stiff, thick rod moving through the material. Sehun was almost drooling - and his cock was definitely drooling. He felt an increasing wetness in his tight briefs, which were straining to contain his now fully erect cock.
"Well, I find it hard to believe that you have any problem getting all the play you want," Sehun said, still staring at Zitao's crotch, and Zitao looked over at him curiously.
"Fuck - what the hell am I saying - shut up, you idiot!" Sehun thought to himself. He quickly tried to change the subject. "So is this the ignition key? Where's the hole .. I, I mean, where's the ignition?" Sehun asked, his heart racing.
"You know, I think I have seen you around campus." Zitao said, the tone in his voice changing. "In fact, I've seen you around a lot - you always seem to be here when I'm here." Zitao said, as Sehun started to sweat.
"No, uh, not really. I mean I come here to study a lot, that's all. I think I might have seen you around here, too," Sehun responded, his voice shaking.
Sehun's eyes darted over at Zitao, who had a strange, knowing smile on his face.
"So you're a freshman, huh? That's funny - we aren't allowed to have cars on campus until our sophomore year. But you have a car - how is that?" Zitao asked.
"Oh shit - I didn't know that! Fuck! Fuck!" Sehun thought to himself, his hands shaking.
"Um .. I .. uh .." Sehun said, caught in his lie and unable to think clearly enough to come up with a valid response.
"You don't even fucking go here, do you? I thought you looked a little young to be a freshman. Who are you? What's your name - what's your real name," Zitao asked forcefully.
"Sehun .. Oh Sehun. I'm a senior at Clarksdale High," Sehun admitted, exhaling, as he closed his eyes and waited for the fallout.
"Well, Sehun, if you're in high school, why do you come here all the damn time," Zitao asked, interrogating his captured spy. Sehun cringed and hoped that Zitao wouldn't result to torture tactics to extract the truth.
"I, uh, I just come to the library to do research for the AP classes I'm taking at Clarksdale. That's all," Sehun answered, looking around, avoiding eye contact with his interrogator.
"But I've seen you all over campus, man - not just at the library," Zitao said.
"Well, I .. umm.. I'm thinking about going here, and I .. uh .. just wanted to check out the campus," Sehun stated, not quite calmly but at least he wasn’t a stuttering imp yet.
"Yeah, right. Sure, dude," Zitao said, in a disbelieving tone.
"So ... are you gay, man? It's okay if you are - I'm not, you know, but I don't care if you are. It's cool," Zitao said, nonchalantly.
"No! No - why would you think that, dude. I'm totally straight. No, I get chicks all the time. Definitely straight, man," Yep, all straight guys say that.
What next, should he talk about how much he liked pussy?
Yum, pussy all the time.
"Yeah, okay," Zitao said, smirking. "So I guess you want to try out for soccer too, right?" Zitao said, his tone sarcastic.
Sehun's heart almost jumped out of his chest. What did he mean? Did he notice Sehun watching him? Sehun's mind raced - he was about to get his ass kicked. Still he couldn’t let Zitao drive, the sooner he dropped him off the better.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about, man. Really. Should we go now? Let me start the car," Sehun said quickly, fumbling with the keys.
Zitao reached over and grabbed the keys from Sehun's hand and tossed them in the floorboard. Sehun jumped as Zitao put his hand on his right leg.
"Look, man, I don't care if you were checking me out. It's cool. I'm not gonna kick your ass or anything. I'm really drunk, and horny as hell. I really need to get off, like right now, or my nuts are gonna explode. I won't even remember this tomorrow, so why don't you just go ahead and help me out with this. It'll be our little secret," Zitao said, still slurring slightly.
With that, Zitao unzipped his shorts and slipped them down slightly. He then pulled the waistband of his boxers down under his balls, revealing the most incredible cock Sehun had ever seen. It was thick and smooth, nestled in a surprisingly neatly trimmed array of black pubic hair. Zitao's shirt was pulled up slightly, and Sehun followed his treasure trail of hair as it thinned and faded out into his lightly tanned washboard abs.
Sehun was in shock! His mouth was wide open, and his cock throbbed in his briefs.
Was this really happening? Was he dreaming? He couldn't think straight.
Was Zitao even thinking straight?
Zitao asking him to suck him off?
Zitao's out of control libido and drunken state must be clouding his thoughts - he's completely out of his mind! Zitao began slowly stroking his cock, which quickly grew harder.
Sehun's mouth watered (he will deny it to his grave) as he watched Zitao's stroke himself, the slit oozing copious amounts of precum.
"Well, man - what do you think? Can you help me out? I can tell that you want to, so don't try to deny it. Help me get off, dude. I need it really bad," Zitao whispered, staring into Sehun's eyes, which were wide open.
Sehun took in the sight of Zitao's fully erect manhood, the head and shaft glistening with precum under the street light, as Zitao continued to stroke it slowly from the head to the base.
Sehun analyzed the situation: the boy of his dreams was offering his cock up to him for service - practically begging him to suck it.
How in the hell could he pass up this golden opportunity, which almost certainly would never come again? However, Sehun had no intention of becoming the next "gay panic" victim after the straight boy gets his rocks off and comes to his senses.
Sehun stared back into Zitao's crystal blue eyes, which, even through the drunken glaze, seemed to plead with him.
Unable to control his burning lust any longer, Sehun leaned toward Zitao, nervously placing one hand on his washboard abs and the other at the base of Zitao's dick. At the same time, Zitao removed his own hand from his cock and grabbed the handle on the side of his seat, slowly reclining it until he was almost lying flat.
Gripping Zitao's dick firmly at the base, Sehun slowly brought his lips to the glistening cock head. Sehun's tongue flicked out and licked the head, savoring the salty taste of Zitao's precum. Zitao moaned softly.
Sehun then gently took the head into his mouth, teasing the underside with his tongue, and then gently traced it further down the sensitive underside of the shaft as he took more of Zitao's hot cock. Zitao shivered and moaned a bit louder, arching his back slightly. Sehun took in Zitao's scent, which was an intoxicating mix of his sexy cologne and his natural musk.
"Yeah, man, come on - suck it. You know what to do - don't try to pretend like you haven't done this before. Suck my cock and get me off, man," Zitao hissed.
Sehun could do without the typical straight boy commentary but hearing it come from Zitao’s husky voice kind of drove shiver of satisfaction through him.
He was the one doing that. Zitao was a scrambling mess of need because of him.
True, he had sucked cock before - and was told he was quite good at it - but this was different, this was Zitao’s dick in his mouth. Ignoring this, Sehun bravely took on the challenge before him. He released his grip on the base of Zitao's dick, and began massaging his balls. Then, he took a deep breath and hungrily took the length down his throat at once, until his nose was buried in the prickly remains of Zitao's pubes.
Sehun's desire to please Zitao easily quelled any gag reflex that would otherwise have prevented the intrusion. Unprepared for this talented display, Zitao's whole body convulsed and he screamed out in pure ecstasy.
"Jesis Chlist” Zitao whimpered in heavily accented English. The boy grunted so loudly Sehun was afraid someone might hear him, even though the parking lot was deserted and the closest dorm was at least several hundred yards away.
As Zitao squirmed in his seat, Sehun slowly pulled his throbbing cock from his throat, leaving just the head in his mouth, and sucked it firmly for a few seconds, flicking his tongue on the underside of the head, and then quickly suctioned his lips over the inches again.
"Shit, damn fuck. Ah fuck” Zitao practically screamed, as the muscles in his abs contracted wildly.
"Oh my God. You are such a fucking cock sucker” Zitao half yelled/half moaned, in between grunts and heavy breathing.
Ignoring the heated words Sehun continued until he Zitao’s breaths were coming in hitched whimpers.
Instead of the loud climax Sehun had been hoping for, Zitao bit his lower lip tightly, only releasing it as a gasp burst from him, his hips bucking wildly. A heavy, needy hum sounded from Zitao as he thrust his cock upwards and almost painfully slid down Sehun’s throat. Suddenly Zitao shoved Sehun’s head off and grabbed his slick cock, roughly stroking it to its final completion.
Sehun's own cock was pulsing and straining against his shorts, begging to be released, his briefs now soaked in precum.
Zitao thrust his hips high in the air as his cock exploded in a blast of milky white all over his hand and some of the leather interior.
For a couple of seconds the only sounds in the car were of Zitao’s heavy breathing and possibly Sehun’s thunderous heartbeat.
“Ch-check in the glove compartment for tissues” Zitao demanded in a low voice, his head plastered against the head rest of the seat.
“You know a ‘please’ goes a long way” Sehun retorts, but reaches for the tissues.
Zitao snorts loudly, “Not saying please didn’t stop you from vacuuming my cock”
Ah, touché.
“You expect me to say thank you too” This time Zitao’s voice is less friendly and he almost sounds like he’s scowling. “You were gagging for my cock, so don’t act like this was some sort of favor to me. This was just you being a greedy fag for dick”
Sehun hates the threads of humiliation that try to overcome him. Here he is practically kneeling in front of said limp dick, with a mouth full of bitter, salty aftertaste of cock and Zitao chooses now to become a homophobic asshat.
Instead of lashing out and probably making Zitao’s attitude worse Sehun decides to play ignorant and gathers himself up until he’s seated responsibly in the driver’s seat.
"Okay - let's get you back to your dorm - what direction do I drive?" Sehun asked casually.
Zitao lifts his head, almost surprised at Sehun’s tone. It’s a good thing Sehun is watching him intently or he would’ve missed the way Zitao seemed to duck his head almost shyly. The college boy sat up straight and began to tuck his dick away.
"You drive off to your right, and follow this road all the way to the top of the hill and take a left - my dorm is on the right," Zitao said, turning away from Sehun and pointing out of the car in the other direction.
Sehun pulled into the parking lot of Zitao's dorm building, his mind racing trying to think of something to say to Zitao. He didn’t want to set the man on another tirade but on the ride over to the dorm, Zitao had been calm and even offered Sehun a cigarette.
Sehun had declined the offer and was surprised to see that Zitao didn’t bother smoking.
“These aren’t even mine. Kris always leaves his shit in my car” Zitao had later said throwing the pack of cigarettes back into the small compartment.
Could he see him again?
Was this just an isolated drunken windfall for Sehun that would never be repeated?
He pulled into a parking space in front of the dorm and turned off the ignition. Sehun turned to Zitao, but before he could open his mouth, Zitao pushed him down in the seat.
"Fuck! Get down!" Zitao whispered. Zitao quickly jumped out of the car and started walking to the dorm. Sehun heard voices and glanced up to see some familiar college looking guy walking out of the building towards the car.
"Zitao - what the fuck?! Where the hell did you go, ya fucker?" the guy shouted, as Zitao stumbled toward him, trying to ensure that he wouldn't see Sehun slumped down in the driver's seat. Zitao shouted something slurred back, and the two walked back towards the dorm building.
Sehun waited in the car for several minutes, partly to make sure that the coast was clear, but also hoping that Zitao would come back out. He didn't. After a few more minutes, a defeated Sehun carefully crawled out of Zitao's car. He paused while on his way out.
Should he leave his number? Should he leave some kind of note?
What the hell Sehun you aren’t his girlfriend!
Get the fuck out and go home and jerk off.
Sehun fought with himself for a few seconds, and then quickly took off back to the library.
