Turtles
Title: Turtles
Rating: R
Pairing/Focus: Yeoljong
Words: 3000+
Genre: Romance, N/A
Summary: Sungjong and Sungyeol are people who've known each other their whole lives, but they just don't seem to mix, and Sungjong knows this. However, Sungyeol feels entitled to be considered his childhood friend, making things more awkward as he suffocates the younger boy.
Warning: Inaccurate vague smut up ahead and a lazy transitioning .-.
When I was younger, I had these two pet turtles. My turtles were no bigger than the palms of my hands. The two creatures shared a plastic file cabinet as a tank, whose floor was covered by smooth rocks and an inch of water. They often stayed settled in the far corner, the smaller one laying atop of the other. When my friends saw them in that position, their minds often ventured to the impure compasses, but I knew better. The aquatic reptiles had never engaged in the act of sex, despite the seven years they accompanied each other. They knew of no one else’s existence except for their own.
I was certain that they were both opposite genders, so why did they never do more than the laying? Everyday of their lives was spent together, day in and day out. In their long lives, they never knew of another turtle. After suffering a lonely existence of just themselves, did they grow to love each other? Could a simple animal like a turtle understand love?
It was these thoughts that popped up in my mind when my first turtle had died. I had not been too affected by the death, as I was no longer the eight year old boy who doted on the colorful critters, but fifteen at the time. It had been the female one to pass away first. Unfortunately for the boy, life only became more lonely. Sometimes I would glance into his pink tank and wonder if he was aware of the missing presence of his only ever friend. In some odd way, my heart ached for him. No longer could he lounge on top of her shell and have the small extra height boost. Everything was leveled and nowhere was up.
Eighteen now and my remaining turtle at the golden age of ten, I still contemplate what their relationship had been like. Were they good friends, lovers, or two beings sharing a box? Being with someone for so long, do you grow to love them or just learn to accept their existence.
“Hey, hey,” I coo, lightly tapping my turtle’s container, “how do you feel today?” His tiny blue eyes stay shut, showing no acknowledgement he had heard my words. I sigh as I lean back in my computer chair, away from my desk. The soft skin of his neck moves rhythmically up and down as he sleeps. From afar, I observe the vibrant red markings on either side of his head that blended seamlessly with his yellow-green patterning. He hasn’t even grown half an inch since the day my mother first brought him home with his girl friend. He was an animal suspended in time physically.
I laugh to myself silently. It was silly of me to try to find the meaning of life and relationships through my pet, although it was an entertaining thought. Maybe if I had something more sociable like a dog or cat, I wouldn’t be staring at a turtle on a Friday night.
“Sungjong,” A knock comes from my bedroom door along with the muffled voice of my mother.
“Yeah, Mom?” I call back to her, rolling my chair over to the door, grunting when one of the wheels got entangled with a discarded jacket. I open the door and smile. She’s clothed in an elegant black dress, not too revealing, appropriate dressing for a woman of her age. She’s hastily putting on one of her earrings, “Your father and I will be going out to dinner tonight and your brother is gonna go to a friend’s house too. We called the Lees and told them you’ll be having dinner with them at their house. Go get dressed.” She leans in and kisses my cheek, making me uncomfortably flinch at the close contact. My mother rolles her eyes and pinches my cheek. “Hurry up and dress.”
I sigh and close my door. I grab a pair of jeans and a jacket off my floor. My movements are slow and lethargic as I try to drag on the time it would take for me to change out of my basketball shorts. To say the least, I was not particularly thrilled by the thought of going over to the Lees. They were a wonderful married couple, yes, but their oldest son left much to be desired. Sungyeol is only two years my senior, but he doesn’t act like it. He was like an acquired taste, that left a bitter sensation in my mouth. Sungyeol was just too much of a personality. He didn’t impose himself on others or suffocate them with who he is, they just naturally gravitated towards him, yet it seemed like his orbit just couldn’t draw me in.
I always dread encounters with him. One would believe growing up with each other would melt away any awkwardness that tied us together, but it only made it worse. I would prefer it if we were just acquaintances, but Sungyeol takes the idea of childhood friends to a new level, as if he’s entitled to be my bestfriend due to the age we met at. With every meeting, he tries to close the gap between us.
It was a sigh of relief when Sungyeol graduated and had to attend university. Every encounter in the hallway had to be met with some kind of high five or hug, usually with a side dish of conversation. Sungyeol always had to drag me away from my friends to eat with him and his group. I don’t really understand the other’s thought process other than that Sungyeol glorifies the idea of childhood friends even though we just don’t mix.
Sungyeol’s history of odd behavior traces as far back as to when we were kids. Even as a child, his way of thinking was a bit off. At only the tender age of six, Sungyeol had been overjoyed at the thought of an eternal bond, although he could not comprehend what marriage truly was.
“Mommy! I want a big wedding cake! Big enough for me and Sungjong to stand on! And it should be a huge ice cream chocolate cake too!” I still vividly remember the toddler stretching his arms out wide as he tried to show his mother the true mass of the cake.
Our mothers laughed at the boy who had me constricted in a ridiculously tight hug. “But Yeol, don’t you want save the huge wedding cake for when you meet a pretty girl...? Don’t you like pretty girls?” His mom leaned down to eye level to ask him.
“Oooooooh! I do like pretty girls,” Sungyeol beamed at his mother, “but Sungjong is prettier!” His eyes were large, showing off his huge pupils as he praised my looks proudly, as if they belonged to him and not me.
“I don’t want to get married, mommy!” I cried, my cheeks reddening from Yeol’s outrageous herculean-like strength. “Moooooommmm!” I screamed as I tried to chew my arm off like a trapped wolf.
“Don’t worry, Jongie!” Sungyeol laughed at my tragic escape attempt, “I’ll treat you better than your mommy. I’ll be the perfect husband and you’ll be a good wife and... and we’ll get a dog and have a huge house! All our stuffed animals can sleep in our bed too!” Sungyeol went on and on about the fun life we’d have as a married couple while our mothers tried to hold back their giggles.
My warm tears were streaming down my cheeks and I was finding it hard to breath as I hiccuped, but Sungyeol’s hug only tightened around me. “MOM!” I wailed desperately to escape the crazy boy’s hold.
“Sungyeol, honey, maybe we should postpone your wedding for a while.” My mom suggested, eyeing me as I drowned in a puddle of my tears and snot.
Sungyeol’s gummy smile fell from his face and his own eyes started to well up, “NOOOOO!” His arms flung from my arms to my neck, encasing me in a headlock. “ME AND SUNGJONG HAVE TO GET MARRIED NOW! WE HAVE TO BE FRIENDS FOREVER AND EVER LIKE MOMMY AND DADDY ARE!” If Sungyeol had not been holding onto me for dear life, he would have been a heartbeat away from throwing a tantrum on the hardwood floors of my house.
The alarmed mothers had no other option but to give into the spoiled brat’s request. The very next day, we were given an ice cream cake. Sungyeol was not pleased with the size, saying it was not nearly enough to fit us both, and at least a hundred more was needed.
Maybe the old memory would not be too disheartening for me now, nearly fourteen years later, if Sungyeol didn’t like to tell others about it whenever given the chance. It was like he didn’t want us, or anyone for that matter, to forget about it.
I grumble to myself angrily as I put on my jeans and red jacket.
My parents are already waiting in the car by the time I get in.
Grumpily I buckle myself into the back seat of the car, causing Mom to glance at me from the rearview mirror, “Don’t forget to behave yourself. Don’t get into a fight with Sungyeol.”
“He’s the one that starts them.” I reply with a roll of my eyes.
She copies my action and adds a sigh, “Sungyeol is such a sweet boy, I don’t understand why you two never get along. You should cut the boy some slack and be his friend.”
I stare out the window and end the conversation without another word. My eyes remain locked with the passing houses and foliage until we pull up to the familiar house.
“Be on your best behavior!” My Mom yells out the window as I walk to the porch. I give her a slight nod and watch as the car leaves. Midnight was a long time to wait for a ride home.
I ring the doorbell and wait. It only takes a second before the door swings open to reveal the gummy-grin that only Sungyeol could possess.
“Sungjongie!” He screams in my ear as he gives me a painfully hard pat on my back. I gasp at the sheer contact of it, whimpering slightly at his brute force. I stare at Sungyeol strangely, where was the usual bearhug? I shrug it off and follow in after him into the house after taking off my shoes.
His family is already seated at the table, with the exception of Daeyeol who was probably out for the night.
His mother and father greet me and I return the polite gesture and take my seat.
Throughout dinner I wait for the moment Sungyeol tries pry into my personal life, but the moment doesn’t come. Dinner ends in a blur and my parents won’t be here for at least another four hours. The Lees retire to their room to leave Sungyeol and me.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Sungyeol suggests with a smile, rushing off to his bedroom without waiting for an answer.
I follow behind him in a casual stroll and take a seat on his bed next as he sets up some kind of comedy into his DVD player that was attached to his television. Once set up, he hops away and accompanies me on his large bed. Both our backs are to the headboard as the movie’s opening scene starts.
Throughout the movie, Sungyeol punches me in the arm or slaps my thigh when something funny happens. My body is probably purple and blue by now as I continually flinch every time I feel the need to laugh. Whenever I was with Sungyeol, all I ever had to fear before was my mental sanity, now it was of my physical health.
One of the main character makes a joke, I shrink away from Sungyeol’s approaching fist. My arm feels sore, “God, what is your problem?” I ask finally not taking anymore of the crap. “Will you keep your hands to yourself?” I hiss as I poke at my approaching bruises.
Sungyeol’s eyes widen as if he was completely unaware of all the abuse I was receiving from the giant, “Oh my God. I’m so sorry, Sungjong.” He goes to rub my arm, hoping to ease the pain. He only makes it worse and I draw back in pain.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask, furrowing my brows.
“What are you talking about? Nothing’s wrong with me, I feel the same as always.” Sungyeol smiles, but there’s a defensiveness behind his cheery tone.
“Then why do you keep hitting me?” I reply snippily, scooting away from him a little.
“I- I didn’t mean to hurt you... it’s just that I was- was umm...” Sungyeol is playing with his hands nervously, so unlike his usual confident demeanor.
The sound of the movie plays in the background, filling up the silence between us.
“Sheesh... whatever. Just don’t do it again.” I give him a sideways glance, “That thing that’s bothering you...” I trail off a bit, “fix it.” I redirect myself back to the movie in time to see a ridiculous chase scene transpiring, “You’re acting kind of off from your normal choding personality. I don’t like it.” I’m not used to it.
From the corner of my eye, I can see Sungyeol staring at me quietly. I try to keep my mouth shut by grinding my teeth, but the smoldering gaze he is sending me is getting under my skin. “What?” I ask, turning to meet him.
“Sungjong, we’re best friends, right?” His voice is hesitant and I can hear the pauses in his sentence.
I raise an eyebrow in curiousity. Sungyeol who had never bothered to know my opinion about our annoying relationship suddenly gives a fuck? “I guess we’re friends.” I mumble, reluctant to search my mind for what our actual ‘friendship’ should be classified as. Maybe it was like a baby sitter or dog walker kind of thing.
“Sungjong, why don’t you like me?”
The question catches me off guard and the look in Sungyeol’s eyes is unnerving, as if he was trying to search my soul for the answer. Sungyeol’s current state of mind seems unstable so I try to rack my brain for an appropriate answer that wouldn’t upset him, “I never said I didn’t like you.” I bite my lip hoping it would put an end to Sungyeol’s sudden interrogation.
“But you don’t like me.” Sungyeol remarks curtly.
“God, what do you want me to say, Sungyeol? You want me to say that ever since we were kids you’ve made it your life goal to root yourself into my life? That no matter what I do or say won’t make you leave me alone? How sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drown me with friendship?” I let out in one single breath.
Sungyeol shows no reaction to my words, “Why don’t you like me?” He completely bypasses my last sentences. “I mean, I know everything about you and you basically know everything about me too!” His hands are clutching his bed spread, his knuckles turning white.
In the years I had known Sungyeol, I had never seen him look so frustrated. His eyes are red and looks like they’re on the verge of tears.
“I know your favorite color is yellow. You love lemon candy. You’re left handed. You want people to see you as more manly even though you can’t stop dancing to girl groups. Your high self-esteem makes you think you’re prettier than half the girls in your school. You love your eyes and have an issue with your chin. When you’re angry you don’t eat. You cry easily.” Sungyeol’s tirade continues as I feel as if everything that makes me me is picked apart.
Sungyeol’s body is panting heavily up and down when he finishes and tears cascade down his cheeks. He stares at me through his blurred eyes. He brings his large hand up to my cheek and cups my face, I watch as he slowly leans his face towards mine. My mind is running a thousand miles a minute, no, maybe it was close to a billion. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, I wonder if Sungyeol could hear it too, he was only half a centimeter away from my lips, after all.
Sungyeol closes the miniscule gap separating us. He pushes in further, I can feel his own cold tears stain my cheeks. The feeling of his lips on mine is odd. It was like having an extra weight being pressed against them, but it was soft. We’re stuck in this position for quite some time, maybe up to ten seconds or even a full minute, I wasn’t really counting. I was still trying hard to process the whole thing to break away.
Sungyeol takes my confusion as a sign of acceptance and bites my lip. Uncertainly, I part my lips. The image of Sungyeol’s soiled expression aches my heart. If just for a moment I could make him happy, I will. I owe it to him.
I never thought of myself as being gay, but from the way Sungyeol effortlessly draws moans from my body, it is worth questioning. His tongue rolls over mine gently and slowly, the kiss is soft and only slightly wild. He moves back a little, causing me to miss his touch for only a nanosecond before he slowly begins to suck on my tongue. All of his touches are so foreign and new and layered with confidence. My eyes are shut in pure pleasure.
Sungyeol’s hands finds its way from my face to my chest. He pushes off my red jacket and moves his hands up my shirt, rubbing soothing circular motions on my flat stomach. Sungyeol bites my tongue before leaving it completely and heading to my neck. He sucks and nips on my vulnerable skin.
I’m a writhing mess under his delicate touches, “Sung- Sungyeol...” I moan, finding it hard to catch my breath.
I hear him let out a breathy growl against my neck as his tongue flicks over my sensitive flesh.
The movie still plays in the background behind our moans and pants.
Sungyeol playfully leaps over me and straddles my waist. His breathtaking eyes stare down at my reddened and embarrassed face. He teasingly brings his hands up from my stomach to my nipples and pinches them, making me squeal in surprise. His airy laughter escapes his swollen lips, making me thankful I was on the bed and not standing or else my knees would have fallen weak. I glare at him and the fun he was having experimenting with my body, but the anger is quickly washed away with another kiss from him.
Everything is happening so fast. I don’t know what’s going on anymore. It feels good.
Sungyeol is grinding against me as I feel his hardening member against mine. My jeans are starting to hurt me the longer this continues.
Sungyeol groans my name while I seem to have lost my voice.
His warm hand slips into my boxers and grips my cock, stroking it. My hips jerk to meet his agonizingly slow pace. The smirk on his face makes me want to disappear.
“Faster...” I moan and he agrees.
He palms by member, making me convulse, he coats his himself with my pre-cum and rubs me even faster, lessening the friction.
My mind is gone. All I care about is reaching my climax. Sungyeol abruptly stops before I have the chance to meet paradise. He pulls down my confining jeans along with my boxers, and he does the same with his own clothing.
He proceeds to grind against me again. Our cocks rub against each other and the sounds we make aren’t human anymore. We whisper each others names as we become lost in a world with just the two of us.
Sungyeol meets my lips again and his fingers lightly tickle my chin, signaling for me to do something. Without any words I understand what he wants. I shakily bring my hand to his hard dick and begin to rub it. The knowledge that Sungyeol will cum because of me fills me with a sense of pride. Sungyeol twirls a strand of my hair in his fingers and I understand the message again.
I move down between his legs and lightly run my tongue over the head of his large length. I become braver and take him past my lips. I roll my tongue over his base and bob my head. Sungyeol’s cries are a turn on.
His fingers wrap within my hair, pushing me to go faster. I almost gag, but don’t stop.
Sungyeol pulls my head up and ravishes my lips again. He flips me over.
“Are you ready?” He asks me and all I want in the world right now was to cum. I nod my head vigorously, dangerously close to swearing at him to hurry the fuck up.
He carefully prods at my opening, not wanting to hurt me. He thrusts in slightly, moving his head in. I groan. He plants kisses along the back of my neck and enters in more and more until all of him has settled in. I can hear him grunting and struggling from wanting to tear me apart.
He starts to thrust. Things go faster. He’s pounding now. I feel sore, but in a good way.
“I love you...” Sungyeol groans, his orgasm is fast approaching.
“I love... you... too?” I gasp out as I reach my peak. My words hadn’t meant to sound like a question, but they did. Sungyeol couldn’t tell the difference through the broken raspiness of it all though.
Sungyeol cums within me and falls on top of me, our bodies still connected. Sweat coats our bodies and we try to come off of the high of our sex.
“I love you,” One of us says, but I don’t know who, everything is still very much a blur. I’m thinking back to my turtles again and wonder if they loved each other or simply came to accept each other’s existence. Maybe it was both, neither, or something entirely different. Thinking hurts right now more than the ache between my legs.
Rating: R
Pairing/Focus: Yeoljong
Words: 3000+
Genre: Romance, N/A
Summary: Sungjong and Sungyeol are people who've known each other their whole lives, but they just don't seem to mix, and Sungjong knows this. However, Sungyeol feels entitled to be considered his childhood friend, making things more awkward as he suffocates the younger boy.
Warning: Inaccurate vague smut up ahead and a lazy transitioning .-.
When I was younger, I had these two pet turtles. My turtles were no bigger than the palms of my hands. The two creatures shared a plastic file cabinet as a tank, whose floor was covered by smooth rocks and an inch of water. They often stayed settled in the far corner, the smaller one laying atop of the other. When my friends saw them in that position, their minds often ventured to the impure compasses, but I knew better. The aquatic reptiles had never engaged in the act of sex, despite the seven years they accompanied each other. They knew of no one else’s existence except for their own.
I was certain that they were both opposite genders, so why did they never do more than the laying? Everyday of their lives was spent together, day in and day out. In their long lives, they never knew of another turtle. After suffering a lonely existence of just themselves, did they grow to love each other? Could a simple animal like a turtle understand love?
It was these thoughts that popped up in my mind when my first turtle had died. I had not been too affected by the death, as I was no longer the eight year old boy who doted on the colorful critters, but fifteen at the time. It had been the female one to pass away first. Unfortunately for the boy, life only became more lonely. Sometimes I would glance into his pink tank and wonder if he was aware of the missing presence of his only ever friend. In some odd way, my heart ached for him. No longer could he lounge on top of her shell and have the small extra height boost. Everything was leveled and nowhere was up.
Eighteen now and my remaining turtle at the golden age of ten, I still contemplate what their relationship had been like. Were they good friends, lovers, or two beings sharing a box? Being with someone for so long, do you grow to love them or just learn to accept their existence.
“Hey, hey,” I coo, lightly tapping my turtle’s container, “how do you feel today?” His tiny blue eyes stay shut, showing no acknowledgement he had heard my words. I sigh as I lean back in my computer chair, away from my desk. The soft skin of his neck moves rhythmically up and down as he sleeps. From afar, I observe the vibrant red markings on either side of his head that blended seamlessly with his yellow-green patterning. He hasn’t even grown half an inch since the day my mother first brought him home with his girl friend. He was an animal suspended in time physically.
I laugh to myself silently. It was silly of me to try to find the meaning of life and relationships through my pet, although it was an entertaining thought. Maybe if I had something more sociable like a dog or cat, I wouldn’t be staring at a turtle on a Friday night.
“Sungjong,” A knock comes from my bedroom door along with the muffled voice of my mother.
“Yeah, Mom?” I call back to her, rolling my chair over to the door, grunting when one of the wheels got entangled with a discarded jacket. I open the door and smile. She’s clothed in an elegant black dress, not too revealing, appropriate dressing for a woman of her age. She’s hastily putting on one of her earrings, “Your father and I will be going out to dinner tonight and your brother is gonna go to a friend’s house too. We called the Lees and told them you’ll be having dinner with them at their house. Go get dressed.” She leans in and kisses my cheek, making me uncomfortably flinch at the close contact. My mother rolles her eyes and pinches my cheek. “Hurry up and dress.”
I sigh and close my door. I grab a pair of jeans and a jacket off my floor. My movements are slow and lethargic as I try to drag on the time it would take for me to change out of my basketball shorts. To say the least, I was not particularly thrilled by the thought of going over to the Lees. They were a wonderful married couple, yes, but their oldest son left much to be desired. Sungyeol is only two years my senior, but he doesn’t act like it. He was like an acquired taste, that left a bitter sensation in my mouth. Sungyeol was just too much of a personality. He didn’t impose himself on others or suffocate them with who he is, they just naturally gravitated towards him, yet it seemed like his orbit just couldn’t draw me in.
I always dread encounters with him. One would believe growing up with each other would melt away any awkwardness that tied us together, but it only made it worse. I would prefer it if we were just acquaintances, but Sungyeol takes the idea of childhood friends to a new level, as if he’s entitled to be my bestfriend due to the age we met at. With every meeting, he tries to close the gap between us.
It was a sigh of relief when Sungyeol graduated and had to attend university. Every encounter in the hallway had to be met with some kind of high five or hug, usually with a side dish of conversation. Sungyeol always had to drag me away from my friends to eat with him and his group. I don’t really understand the other’s thought process other than that Sungyeol glorifies the idea of childhood friends even though we just don’t mix.
Sungyeol’s history of odd behavior traces as far back as to when we were kids. Even as a child, his way of thinking was a bit off. At only the tender age of six, Sungyeol had been overjoyed at the thought of an eternal bond, although he could not comprehend what marriage truly was.
“Mommy! I want a big wedding cake! Big enough for me and Sungjong to stand on! And it should be a huge ice cream chocolate cake too!” I still vividly remember the toddler stretching his arms out wide as he tried to show his mother the true mass of the cake.
Our mothers laughed at the boy who had me constricted in a ridiculously tight hug. “But Yeol, don’t you want save the huge wedding cake for when you meet a pretty girl...? Don’t you like pretty girls?” His mom leaned down to eye level to ask him.
“Oooooooh! I do like pretty girls,” Sungyeol beamed at his mother, “but Sungjong is prettier!” His eyes were large, showing off his huge pupils as he praised my looks proudly, as if they belonged to him and not me.
“I don’t want to get married, mommy!” I cried, my cheeks reddening from Yeol’s outrageous herculean-like strength. “Moooooommmm!” I screamed as I tried to chew my arm off like a trapped wolf.
“Don’t worry, Jongie!” Sungyeol laughed at my tragic escape attempt, “I’ll treat you better than your mommy. I’ll be the perfect husband and you’ll be a good wife and... and we’ll get a dog and have a huge house! All our stuffed animals can sleep in our bed too!” Sungyeol went on and on about the fun life we’d have as a married couple while our mothers tried to hold back their giggles.
My warm tears were streaming down my cheeks and I was finding it hard to breath as I hiccuped, but Sungyeol’s hug only tightened around me. “MOM!” I wailed desperately to escape the crazy boy’s hold.
“Sungyeol, honey, maybe we should postpone your wedding for a while.” My mom suggested, eyeing me as I drowned in a puddle of my tears and snot.
Sungyeol’s gummy smile fell from his face and his own eyes started to well up, “NOOOOO!” His arms flung from my arms to my neck, encasing me in a headlock. “ME AND SUNGJONG HAVE TO GET MARRIED NOW! WE HAVE TO BE FRIENDS FOREVER AND EVER LIKE MOMMY AND DADDY ARE!” If Sungyeol had not been holding onto me for dear life, he would have been a heartbeat away from throwing a tantrum on the hardwood floors of my house.
The alarmed mothers had no other option but to give into the spoiled brat’s request. The very next day, we were given an ice cream cake. Sungyeol was not pleased with the size, saying it was not nearly enough to fit us both, and at least a hundred more was needed.
Maybe the old memory would not be too disheartening for me now, nearly fourteen years later, if Sungyeol didn’t like to tell others about it whenever given the chance. It was like he didn’t want us, or anyone for that matter, to forget about it.
I grumble to myself angrily as I put on my jeans and red jacket.
My parents are already waiting in the car by the time I get in.
Grumpily I buckle myself into the back seat of the car, causing Mom to glance at me from the rearview mirror, “Don’t forget to behave yourself. Don’t get into a fight with Sungyeol.”
“He’s the one that starts them.” I reply with a roll of my eyes.
She copies my action and adds a sigh, “Sungyeol is such a sweet boy, I don’t understand why you two never get along. You should cut the boy some slack and be his friend.”
I stare out the window and end the conversation without another word. My eyes remain locked with the passing houses and foliage until we pull up to the familiar house.
“Be on your best behavior!” My Mom yells out the window as I walk to the porch. I give her a slight nod and watch as the car leaves. Midnight was a long time to wait for a ride home.
I ring the doorbell and wait. It only takes a second before the door swings open to reveal the gummy-grin that only Sungyeol could possess.
“Sungjongie!” He screams in my ear as he gives me a painfully hard pat on my back. I gasp at the sheer contact of it, whimpering slightly at his brute force. I stare at Sungyeol strangely, where was the usual bearhug? I shrug it off and follow in after him into the house after taking off my shoes.
His family is already seated at the table, with the exception of Daeyeol who was probably out for the night.
His mother and father greet me and I return the polite gesture and take my seat.
Throughout dinner I wait for the moment Sungyeol tries pry into my personal life, but the moment doesn’t come. Dinner ends in a blur and my parents won’t be here for at least another four hours. The Lees retire to their room to leave Sungyeol and me.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Sungyeol suggests with a smile, rushing off to his bedroom without waiting for an answer.
I follow behind him in a casual stroll and take a seat on his bed next as he sets up some kind of comedy into his DVD player that was attached to his television. Once set up, he hops away and accompanies me on his large bed. Both our backs are to the headboard as the movie’s opening scene starts.
Throughout the movie, Sungyeol punches me in the arm or slaps my thigh when something funny happens. My body is probably purple and blue by now as I continually flinch every time I feel the need to laugh. Whenever I was with Sungyeol, all I ever had to fear before was my mental sanity, now it was of my physical health.
One of the main character makes a joke, I shrink away from Sungyeol’s approaching fist. My arm feels sore, “God, what is your problem?” I ask finally not taking anymore of the crap. “Will you keep your hands to yourself?” I hiss as I poke at my approaching bruises.
Sungyeol’s eyes widen as if he was completely unaware of all the abuse I was receiving from the giant, “Oh my God. I’m so sorry, Sungjong.” He goes to rub my arm, hoping to ease the pain. He only makes it worse and I draw back in pain.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask, furrowing my brows.
“What are you talking about? Nothing’s wrong with me, I feel the same as always.” Sungyeol smiles, but there’s a defensiveness behind his cheery tone.
“Then why do you keep hitting me?” I reply snippily, scooting away from him a little.
“I- I didn’t mean to hurt you... it’s just that I was- was umm...” Sungyeol is playing with his hands nervously, so unlike his usual confident demeanor.
The sound of the movie plays in the background, filling up the silence between us.
“Sheesh... whatever. Just don’t do it again.” I give him a sideways glance, “That thing that’s bothering you...” I trail off a bit, “fix it.” I redirect myself back to the movie in time to see a ridiculous chase scene transpiring, “You’re acting kind of off from your normal choding personality. I don’t like it.” I’m not used to it.
From the corner of my eye, I can see Sungyeol staring at me quietly. I try to keep my mouth shut by grinding my teeth, but the smoldering gaze he is sending me is getting under my skin. “What?” I ask, turning to meet him.
“Sungjong, we’re best friends, right?” His voice is hesitant and I can hear the pauses in his sentence.
I raise an eyebrow in curiousity. Sungyeol who had never bothered to know my opinion about our annoying relationship suddenly gives a fuck? “I guess we’re friends.” I mumble, reluctant to search my mind for what our actual ‘friendship’ should be classified as. Maybe it was like a baby sitter or dog walker kind of thing.
“Sungjong, why don’t you like me?”
The question catches me off guard and the look in Sungyeol’s eyes is unnerving, as if he was trying to search my soul for the answer. Sungyeol’s current state of mind seems unstable so I try to rack my brain for an appropriate answer that wouldn’t upset him, “I never said I didn’t like you.” I bite my lip hoping it would put an end to Sungyeol’s sudden interrogation.
“But you don’t like me.” Sungyeol remarks curtly.
“God, what do you want me to say, Sungyeol? You want me to say that ever since we were kids you’ve made it your life goal to root yourself into my life? That no matter what I do or say won’t make you leave me alone? How sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drown me with friendship?” I let out in one single breath.
Sungyeol shows no reaction to my words, “Why don’t you like me?” He completely bypasses my last sentences. “I mean, I know everything about you and you basically know everything about me too!” His hands are clutching his bed spread, his knuckles turning white.
In the years I had known Sungyeol, I had never seen him look so frustrated. His eyes are red and looks like they’re on the verge of tears.
“I know your favorite color is yellow. You love lemon candy. You’re left handed. You want people to see you as more manly even though you can’t stop dancing to girl groups. Your high self-esteem makes you think you’re prettier than half the girls in your school. You love your eyes and have an issue with your chin. When you’re angry you don’t eat. You cry easily.” Sungyeol’s tirade continues as I feel as if everything that makes me me is picked apart.
Sungyeol’s body is panting heavily up and down when he finishes and tears cascade down his cheeks. He stares at me through his blurred eyes. He brings his large hand up to my cheek and cups my face, I watch as he slowly leans his face towards mine. My mind is running a thousand miles a minute, no, maybe it was close to a billion. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, I wonder if Sungyeol could hear it too, he was only half a centimeter away from my lips, after all.
Sungyeol closes the miniscule gap separating us. He pushes in further, I can feel his own cold tears stain my cheeks. The feeling of his lips on mine is odd. It was like having an extra weight being pressed against them, but it was soft. We’re stuck in this position for quite some time, maybe up to ten seconds or even a full minute, I wasn’t really counting. I was still trying hard to process the whole thing to break away.
Sungyeol takes my confusion as a sign of acceptance and bites my lip. Uncertainly, I part my lips. The image of Sungyeol’s soiled expression aches my heart. If just for a moment I could make him happy, I will. I owe it to him.
I never thought of myself as being gay, but from the way Sungyeol effortlessly draws moans from my body, it is worth questioning. His tongue rolls over mine gently and slowly, the kiss is soft and only slightly wild. He moves back a little, causing me to miss his touch for only a nanosecond before he slowly begins to suck on my tongue. All of his touches are so foreign and new and layered with confidence. My eyes are shut in pure pleasure.
Sungyeol’s hands finds its way from my face to my chest. He pushes off my red jacket and moves his hands up my shirt, rubbing soothing circular motions on my flat stomach. Sungyeol bites my tongue before leaving it completely and heading to my neck. He sucks and nips on my vulnerable skin.
I’m a writhing mess under his delicate touches, “Sung- Sungyeol...” I moan, finding it hard to catch my breath.
I hear him let out a breathy growl against my neck as his tongue flicks over my sensitive flesh.
The movie still plays in the background behind our moans and pants.
Sungyeol playfully leaps over me and straddles my waist. His breathtaking eyes stare down at my reddened and embarrassed face. He teasingly brings his hands up from my stomach to my nipples and pinches them, making me squeal in surprise. His airy laughter escapes his swollen lips, making me thankful I was on the bed and not standing or else my knees would have fallen weak. I glare at him and the fun he was having experimenting with my body, but the anger is quickly washed away with another kiss from him.
Everything is happening so fast. I don’t know what’s going on anymore. It feels good.
Sungyeol is grinding against me as I feel his hardening member against mine. My jeans are starting to hurt me the longer this continues.
Sungyeol groans my name while I seem to have lost my voice.
His warm hand slips into my boxers and grips my cock, stroking it. My hips jerk to meet his agonizingly slow pace. The smirk on his face makes me want to disappear.
“Faster...” I moan and he agrees.
He palms by member, making me convulse, he coats his himself with my pre-cum and rubs me even faster, lessening the friction.
My mind is gone. All I care about is reaching my climax. Sungyeol abruptly stops before I have the chance to meet paradise. He pulls down my confining jeans along with my boxers, and he does the same with his own clothing.
He proceeds to grind against me again. Our cocks rub against each other and the sounds we make aren’t human anymore. We whisper each others names as we become lost in a world with just the two of us.
Sungyeol meets my lips again and his fingers lightly tickle my chin, signaling for me to do something. Without any words I understand what he wants. I shakily bring my hand to his hard dick and begin to rub it. The knowledge that Sungyeol will cum because of me fills me with a sense of pride. Sungyeol twirls a strand of my hair in his fingers and I understand the message again.
I move down between his legs and lightly run my tongue over the head of his large length. I become braver and take him past my lips. I roll my tongue over his base and bob my head. Sungyeol’s cries are a turn on.
His fingers wrap within my hair, pushing me to go faster. I almost gag, but don’t stop.
Sungyeol pulls my head up and ravishes my lips again. He flips me over.
“Are you ready?” He asks me and all I want in the world right now was to cum. I nod my head vigorously, dangerously close to swearing at him to hurry the fuck up.
He carefully prods at my opening, not wanting to hurt me. He thrusts in slightly, moving his head in. I groan. He plants kisses along the back of my neck and enters in more and more until all of him has settled in. I can hear him grunting and struggling from wanting to tear me apart.
He starts to thrust. Things go faster. He’s pounding now. I feel sore, but in a good way.
“I love you...” Sungyeol groans, his orgasm is fast approaching.
“I love... you... too?” I gasp out as I reach my peak. My words hadn’t meant to sound like a question, but they did. Sungyeol couldn’t tell the difference through the broken raspiness of it all though.
Sungyeol cums within me and falls on top of me, our bodies still connected. Sweat coats our bodies and we try to come off of the high of our sex.
“I love you,” One of us says, but I don’t know who, everything is still very much a blur. I’m thinking back to my turtles again and wonder if they loved each other or simply came to accept each other’s existence. Maybe it was both, neither, or something entirely different. Thinking hurts right now more than the ache between my legs.