Piano Lessons 10/?
Title: Piano Lessons 10/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (minor Yunho/Jaejoong and Junsu/FC)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make Yoochun play the piano naked.
Warnings: AU
Word Count: 3451
A/N: this is the last chapter I have finished, so from this point on, updates will not be as frequent. I'm thinking though that there will be 12, maybe 13 chapters total, so we're almost through!
Summary: It's the last year of high school, and Changmin doesn't expect it to be any different than the previous three. And then he finds out that Park Yoochun plays the piano. Tickling the ivories never felt this good.
A/N: This story, unlike the previous ones I've posted, is not finished. So updates will not be as frequent.
This story is in first person, told from Changmin's POV.
Chapter 10 - can you please tell me why I haven’t spent my entire high school experience doing this?
Yoochun called Junsu to come and pick us up.
Yoochun smoked a cigarette and I lay on the grass staring at nothing while we waited. Yoochun dropped next to me, put a hand on my stomach and said, “Are you okay?”
I smiled over at him, eyes half closed. “Fabulous, why?”
“Just making sure you’re not freaking out or anything.”
“And by ‘or anything’ you mean, deciding that this wasn’t a good idea, that I am straight and I never want to see you again?”
“Maybe.”
I laughed and squeezed his hand. “Have no worry. The only thing I plan on doing in regards to you is finding enough time to be alone to do that again and again.”
He smiled, leaned to kiss me and remembered where we were and pulled back with a shrug.
Junsu honked from the parking lot. Yoochun stood up and pulled me to my feet and we walked, hand-in-hand to the car. I climbed in the back seat, and Yoochun took the passenger seat.
Junsu wrinkled his nose. “You two need to take a shower. You smell like spunk.”
Yoochun smirked. “How ‘bout it, Changmin? Wanna take a shower with me?”
“Fuck yes,” I said.
Junsu rolled his eyes and threw the car into gear.
“So how is your afternoon going?” Yoochun asked him.
Junsu shrugged. “Good, I guess. Now that you three are pretty much ignoring all the girls, I’m getting more attention.”
Yoochun laughed. “Nice. Who was it today?”
Junsu smirked. “Sohee.”
“Ah, of course. She likes you the most anyway.”
“Don’t patronize me, jack ass. She’s totally in love with Jaejoong. And now Yuri, who I might have had a chance with, is in love with Changmin.”
I shook my head. “Whatever.”
Junsu pulled up to Yunho’s house, parking his green Lexus next to Jae’s Audi.
“I hope these two have their clothes on,” Junsu muttered.
“I don’t,” Yoochun said with a grin at me.
I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’re not thinking about it.”
And I thought about it, met Yoochun’s eyes and smirked. “Foursome?” I asked.
Yoochun’s eyes shone with complete interest. “Maybe.”
Junsu said, “I thought you didn’t share.”
I laughed.
As soon as we were in the house, Yoochun grabbed my hand. We walked through the hallways and up the stairs to the same hallway. Yoochun listened at the door, grinned manically and knocked anyway.
“Um, what?” Yunho’s voice demanded. It was deep, scratchy.
Yoochun fought back a laugh and said, “We’re here to arrest you. Or at least handcuff you to the bed and put our nightsticks places.”
“Fuck you, Yoochun. Give me a half hour.”
“An hour,” Jae said and broke into laughter.
“This is more fucking important than fucking so make it fifteen minutes,” Yoochun said and we headed to the game room we had been in the other week.
“Seriously, you two need to go shower,” Junsu said with another scrunch of his nose.
“I think we should,” Yoochun said, but when he grabbed my arm, Junsu pulled him away.
“Separately,” he said, “or we won’t see you for an hour and as you said, whatever you need to tell us is more important than fucking.”
I smiled. “He’s right.”
“I know. Come on, I’ll show you to a bathroom.”
“I’ll show him to a bathroom,” Junsu corrected and pushed Yoochun in the opposite direction. “You go that way.”
We both laughed.
Junsu led me down the hall a short distance to a small bathroom with a shower stall.
“Here. I’ll go raid Yunho’s dressing room and find you something else to wear if you want.”
“Thanks, Junsu.”
I showered and half way through Junsu brought in a stack of clothes. I pulled on clean boxers (still in their packaging) and a pair of sleep pants and a tank top. I folded my school clothes and then headed back into the game room.
“Holy fuck,” Yoochun said as soon as I walked through the door.
I couldn’t help it and blushed as his eyes roved over my body.
“Um, wow,” Jaejoong said with an appreciative whistle.
Yoochun headed my way. He smacked the back of Jae’s head as he passed, said, “Stop eye-fucking him,” and then hands slid along my stomach and his tongue was in my throat before I could fully appreciate him in jeans and a tight t-shirt.
“Alright, alright,” Yunho said from somewhere. “I thought this was more important than fucking.”
Yoochun froze against me, eyes wide so only I could see the panic in them. I gave him a reassuring smile and a kiss.
“They’re your friends,” I whispered.
“Our friends,” Yoochun muttered.
I shook my head. “They’ll support you.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut and he took a deep breath before turning around in my arms. Jae and Yunho were curled up on a couch. It looked like Junsu had been playing one of the arcade games and he stood, arms crossed, near the edge of the room.
“Um,” Yoochun cleared his throat. “I, um, let’s go to the ballroom.”
“Why?” Yunho demanded
Jae sat up, eyes wide. A smile spread across his face. “Really, Micky?”
Yoochun nodded.
Jae squealed, stood up and grabbed Yunho’s arms. “Come on. You won’t regret it.”
Yunho stared at them with distrust. “What is going on?”
“Come to the ballroom, you’ll find out,” Jae said and he let him go and practically bounced to the two of us. He pulled on Yoochun. “Come on, come on. Move faster.”
I laughed and let Yoochun go. He looked at me as Jae dragged him across the room, eyes pleading for help.
“What’s going on, Changmin?” Yunho asked.
I shook my head. “It’s Yoochun’s secret to tell.”
“Secret?” Junsu said as we followed.
Jae set a brisk pace, not letting go of Yoochun even as he struggled. Down stairways and hallways and then more stairs. I recognized the bottom floor of the house. Along a wide hallway. Jae threw open a set of double doors.
Jae bowed Yoochun through. “Your stage, my Lord.”
Yoochun shoved him. “Fuck you.”
We gathered in the ballroom. Yunho stood arms crossed. Yoochun darted glances at the grand piano in the corner.
After a few seconds, Jaejoong sighed. “Fine. Be a stupid little bitch about it.” He grabbed Yoochun’s arm and forced him over to the piano. “Sit and play before I start telling them about the first time we had sex.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Yoochun said, face going red.
“Play?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun took a deep breath, cracked his neck and then started playing. A simple classical arrangement.
Jae sighed, smile going wider as his eyes shut and he leaned against the piano.
“Holy shit,” Junsu said with a laugh.
Yunho was silent and then shook his head. “Any other secrets you have, Micky?”
“Hey,” Jae said, “shut up. It’s not like you don’t have secrets.”
Yunho moved over to the piano, watching Yoochun’s fingers move. “You’re really good. I’m assuming Changmin already knows about this, too.”
“It’s how we met,” I said quickly. “I caught him playing in the music room after school.”
Yunho nodded and then sat carefully on the very edge of the piano bench.
Jaejoong turned around and put his elbows on the piano. “Sing my song, Micky. Please.”
Yoochun stopped playing and cleared his throat. “Your boyfriend isn’t going to approve.”
“I don’t care. Sing it.”
As Yoochun put his hands on the keys, Yunho stopped him. “Why am I not going to approve?”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Just let him sing the damn thing.” He grabbed Yunho’s arm and pulled him away. “Come dance with me.”
I took Yunho’s place on the piano bench as Yoochun started Jae’s song. I laid my head on his shoulder and put my arms around him.
“See?” I whispered. “They don’t hate you.”
He smiled and kept singing.
I watched Yunho and Jaejoong dance, Jae’s arms around his waist. They were whispering at each other, exchanging sappy looks and small kisses.
Junsu leaned on the piano. “Changmin, I blame you.”
“For what?”
“All of this,” he said, gesturing at YunJae and then at Yoochun. “Really, we’ve all been friends forever, but it still took someone else to get us to be honest with each other.”
“Are you saying you have a secret you need to share?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Not that I’m aware of, but I’ve never been one to keep my feelings hidden. It’s just easier to be honest.”
“Yeah.”
As soon as Yoochun finished the song, he shouted to Jae, “What do you want me to sing now, Princess Joongie?”
Jae stuck his tongue out at him. “I don’t care, just keep playing.”
Yoochun played for about an hour, a mixture of pop music, his own compositions and classical.
“Alright,” he said and stood up. “That’s enough. I’m hungry.”
Jaejoong pouted and whined.
Yoochun smiled at Yunho. “Your girlfriend is annoying.”
Yunho laughed, but pulled Jae closer and kissed his cheek. “Yes, she is.”
“Fuck you,” Jae said and shoved away from him.
“Go make us dinner, noona,” Junsu said to him.
Jae flipped him off and left the room.
Yunho’s smile fell as he looked at Yoochun. “That song was really good. You’re not still in love with him are you?”
Yoochun shook his head. “No more than best friends can love each other. Trust me, Yunho, you have nothing to worry about. We stopped having sex because he kept calling out your name, and yeah, he’s in love with you, and I understood that, but come on. Talk about ego bruising.”
Yunho laughed. “You’re really good. At the piano,” he added quickly when Yoochun smirked.
“Thanks. Professor Kim is making me participate in the next choir concert. He says three different schools are going to come and see me play.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Yunho hugged him tightly. “You’ll do well.”
“You guys will come?” Yoochun asked, turning to look at Junsu.
Junsu nodded. “Of course.”
“Come on,” Yunho said as he released Yoochun. “Let’s go bother Jae while he’s cooking.”
Yoochun held his hand out to me and I took it. “Jae can cook?” I asked.
“Man, Jae is one of the best cooks I know,” Junsu said.
Yunho nodded. “Equate Jae’s cooking to Yoochun’s piano playing.”
“He’s a better cook than I am a piano player,” Yoochun said quickly.
“Wow.”
“Yep.”
We made our way down a long hallway and into a very open room. Kitchen and dining table to the left, and then a cozy, sunken den to the right. The entire space was probably larger than my house.
Jae was in the kitchen fiddling with pans and utensils. Probably slamming them a bit harder than was strictly necessary. Yunho walked over to him, hugged him from behind and whispered something in his ear. A smiled flickered for a moment on Jae’s face, and then he turned around in Yunho’s arms and snapped, “Yeah, well, it’s annoying and you’re all just jealous because I’m prettier than you.”
He smacked Yunho’s arm with a spoon. Yunho yelped and jumped back.
“You’re crazy,” he said.
“Crazy enough to poison you?” Jae said with a smirk, and then turned around and continued cooking.
“Maybe we should call for take out,” Yoochun said.
“Maybe you’ll go hungry,” Jae snapped.
Yoochun smiled. “Oh, I doubt that. Changmin would give me something to swallow, right, baby?”
I rolled my eyes. “Has he always been this cheesy?”
“Yes,” the three of them said, and then they all laughed.
“You love it,” Yoochun said, straddling my lap, arms around my neck.
“I like it better when your mouth is too full to talk.”
A lustful gleam shot through his eyes. “How long until dinner is ready, Jae?”
“Five minutes. You should have enough time, Micky.”
“Hey,” I protested, turning to look at him. Yoochun’s lips attached to my neck in a noisy slurp.
“Maybe I’ll just have Changmin for dinner then.”
“Too bad I’m starving,” I said and lifted him off me.
He pouted. “Fine.”
I watched his ass in the tight jeans as he sauntered across the room and sat in a plush arm chair.
Yunho sat next to me and smiled. “There’s a room through that door over there,” he whispered. “Jae won’t be done for at least twenty minutes.”
I looked across the room. “And you’ll be nice and save some, right?”
He nodded. “When Jae’s in a mood, he always cooks way too much.”
“Fabulous.” I stood up.
“Hey, Changmin,” he said and I turned to look at him. He smiled. “Thanks.”
“For?”
He shrugged.
“Well, you’re welcome, I guess.”
I moved quietly, bare feet on the cool, stone tile. I leaned over the couch, and Yoochun jumped in surprised.
“We’ve been given permission to go do as we please,” I whispered, pulling at his earlobe with just my lower lip.
He shivered.
“Come on.” I grabbed him and lifted, sliding him over the back of the couch, but when I would have put him down, he turned and wrapped his legs around my waist. There was catcall and a whistle behind us. Yoochun’s mouth attached to my neck again.
“Shameless exhibitionist,” Jaejoong said.
“You love it,” Yunho replied.
Whatever else was said was cut off as I slammed the door. Bedroom didn’t quite describe what I had carried Yoochun into. Boudoir would be a bit closer. Four poster bed with an ugly, rose colored bedspread. Matching curtains. Matching arm chairs. The carpet was a deep burgundy.
I stopped and set him on his feet. “I can’t perform in this kind of environment.”
Yoochun smiled. “It’s missing something, isn’t it?”
I nodded.
Yoochun walked over to the bed, ran a hand up a post and then smiled. He unbuckled the jeans. They pooled at his ankles. He was naked underneath, no boxers and just like that I was hard, tenting the sleep pants. He bent over the bed, tested its give and then smirked at me over his shoulder. The shirt joined the pants on the floor. He crawled up to the bed, lay on his stomach, spread eagle and then said, “There. Better?”
I made an agreeing noise.
Yoochun smirked at me again, and almost if my legs were connected to that quirking mouth, I jerked forward. I crawled up the end of the bed. The first kiss I placed on the heel of his foot, and then on this calf muscle. I ran my tongue up to his knee. He shivered and already had the bed spread clutched in his hands, hips making tiny thrusts against the bed. I left bite marks up his thigh. Each one accompanied by a gasp from him, and then a moan as I ran my tongue up over the curve of his ass to his tailbone. I arched my body, pressing my erection onto his ass as I finished licking up his spine. I bit down on his neck. He practically screamed and pushed back against me.
I hummed against his skin and continued biting and sucking on his back, leaving marks of varying intensity in my wake. I let myself go where I wanted and ended up chewing on his backside, finger teasing the cleft of his ass.
“Oh my fucking god, Changmin, if you don’t start-”
He broke off with a strangled yell when my tongue replaced my finger.
And then he started swearing. That’s it. Just curses, shit and fuck and hell and shit again and fuck again.
I kept licking him, deeper and deeper, spreading his cheeks to get a good lick against his hole. His body was musty, dark, and tasted like nothing that I could describe. I wanted it. I wanted it a lot and I pressed my tongue into him, against that tight muscle that had clenched around my fingers earlier.
This time he did scream and pushed his ass against my face. I held him still and tortured him.
“Fingers now, damn it, fucking Changmin, fingers, please.”
I moved my face, biting back up his back as a single finger rested against his hole. I bit his ear. “I like hearing you beg,” I whispered.
“Please, please, oh fuck me, please, Minnie. I want you.”
His hole clenched under my finger as he tried to push back into it.
I caved and it slid into him.
He winced and I didn’t blame him. No lube and my finger didn’t slide as easily as it did earlier. “Are you alright?”
“Fuck yes, more please.”
“Would you like it more if I was licking you, too?”
He whimpered.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I dropped back down his body and licked around my finger. His whole body squirmed and quivered. It made preparing him much easier. Two fingers became three and he never once stopped talking, begging, my name, curses.
He was so quiet earlier, and then I remembered that I had told him to be quiet.
I smiled, pondering this power he let me have over him and said, “I think I’ve heard your voice enough. Come and put that open mouth to better use and suck on my cock.”
Quick to obey, Yoochun pushed up to his hands and knees and turned around, making the tiniest sound when my fingers slid out of him. I kneeled on the bed. He crawled to me, eyes on my crotch. I pushed the sleep pants down enough to free myself and then his mouth covered me, tongue sliding all over. I slid hands in his hair and thrust into his mouth slowly, each push sliding me deeper into his throat. I only fucked his mouth for a couple of minutes, not wanting to come until I was inside him again.
“Slick me up,” I whispered, “so I can slide into your ass.”
He moaned and using his tongue, practically drenched me.
“Back as you were,” I said, giving him a little push.
He lay back on his stomach. I shucked the pants off, and then slicked up my fingers, burying them deep inside him one more time.
“What do you want?” I whispered.
“Please, Changmin, please. You, please. I want you so badly.”
I grabbed his hips, lifting them just a bit. I lined up with his hole and held them, waiting.
“Push, fuck me, Changmin please, oh god, just fuck-”
He screamed as I pushed in. I winced a bit as his channel scraped against me. I made a mental note to definitely have lube handy the next time we did this, and then he squirmed, clenching his body around me and I groaned, eyes shutting, as I continued to push into him.
“Faster, harder, more, please, Changmin, more.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not, god please, more.”
I gave him what he wanted. What we both wanted.
Again, my name and curses fell from his mouth, begging for more even as I gave him all I could. Our bodies met in loud smacks, and even as his body fought against me, I fucked him harder. He tensed, and then screamed, body freezing, hand practically ripping the bedspread. His mutterings moved into incoherency as his body slackened. I had to tighten my grip on his hips, to keep him at a satisfying angle. Not that I was going to last much longer. Everything was going fuzzy. Pleasure tingled along my skin and congregated in my cock as I continued to abuse his hole.
“Min,” he whispered, trying to move, “I want you to fill me up. Please. Come inside me. Let me feel you. Please.”
I lost focus on his words as my body did what he wanted and spasmed. I barely managed to hold his hips as I pressed into him. I fell over him, holding myself up with one arm. Pressing our sweaty bodies together.
I moaned his name as I came, our bodies twitching together.
He sighed, an utterly content noise that made me smile. I let my elbow bend and fell to my side, spooning our bodies together in the movement. I almost slipped out of him, but he whimpered and pushed back and kept us together. He used my arm for a pillow, trying to press even closer to me. I kissed his sweaty neck.
“Now that,” he said with a gasp, “was definitely wow-able.”
“Fuck yes.”
“We need to shower again.”
I glanced around the gaudy room and smiled when I saw an open door revealing a bathroom. “Together this time.”
Yoochun shivered. “Definitely.”
Chapter 11 - … oh, right, because I haven’t had a boyfriend in my entire high school career
Chapter 9 - things come to a head, yes, that kind of head
Chapter 8 - things come to a head, no, not that kind of head
Chapter 7 - Whirlwinds of WTF-ery
Chapter 6 - not so much talking
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes ... whatever
Chapter 3 - at least i'm better at math than he is
Chapter 2 - oh my god, something else he's good at
Chapter 1 - so he is good at something besides looking good?
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (minor Yunho/Jaejoong and Junsu/FC)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make Yoochun play the piano naked.
Warnings: AU
Word Count: 3451
A/N: this is the last chapter I have finished, so from this point on, updates will not be as frequent. I'm thinking though that there will be 12, maybe 13 chapters total, so we're almost through!
Summary: It's the last year of high school, and Changmin doesn't expect it to be any different than the previous three. And then he finds out that Park Yoochun plays the piano. Tickling the ivories never felt this good.
A/N: This story, unlike the previous ones I've posted, is not finished. So updates will not be as frequent.
This story is in first person, told from Changmin's POV.
Chapter 10 - can you please tell me why I haven’t spent my entire high school experience doing this?
Yoochun called Junsu to come and pick us up.
Yoochun smoked a cigarette and I lay on the grass staring at nothing while we waited. Yoochun dropped next to me, put a hand on my stomach and said, “Are you okay?”
I smiled over at him, eyes half closed. “Fabulous, why?”
“Just making sure you’re not freaking out or anything.”
“And by ‘or anything’ you mean, deciding that this wasn’t a good idea, that I am straight and I never want to see you again?”
“Maybe.”
I laughed and squeezed his hand. “Have no worry. The only thing I plan on doing in regards to you is finding enough time to be alone to do that again and again.”
He smiled, leaned to kiss me and remembered where we were and pulled back with a shrug.
Junsu honked from the parking lot. Yoochun stood up and pulled me to my feet and we walked, hand-in-hand to the car. I climbed in the back seat, and Yoochun took the passenger seat.
Junsu wrinkled his nose. “You two need to take a shower. You smell like spunk.”
Yoochun smirked. “How ‘bout it, Changmin? Wanna take a shower with me?”
“Fuck yes,” I said.
Junsu rolled his eyes and threw the car into gear.
“So how is your afternoon going?” Yoochun asked him.
Junsu shrugged. “Good, I guess. Now that you three are pretty much ignoring all the girls, I’m getting more attention.”
Yoochun laughed. “Nice. Who was it today?”
Junsu smirked. “Sohee.”
“Ah, of course. She likes you the most anyway.”
“Don’t patronize me, jack ass. She’s totally in love with Jaejoong. And now Yuri, who I might have had a chance with, is in love with Changmin.”
I shook my head. “Whatever.”
Junsu pulled up to Yunho’s house, parking his green Lexus next to Jae’s Audi.
“I hope these two have their clothes on,” Junsu muttered.
“I don’t,” Yoochun said with a grin at me.
I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’re not thinking about it.”
And I thought about it, met Yoochun’s eyes and smirked. “Foursome?” I asked.
Yoochun’s eyes shone with complete interest. “Maybe.”
Junsu said, “I thought you didn’t share.”
I laughed.
As soon as we were in the house, Yoochun grabbed my hand. We walked through the hallways and up the stairs to the same hallway. Yoochun listened at the door, grinned manically and knocked anyway.
“Um, what?” Yunho’s voice demanded. It was deep, scratchy.
Yoochun fought back a laugh and said, “We’re here to arrest you. Or at least handcuff you to the bed and put our nightsticks places.”
“Fuck you, Yoochun. Give me a half hour.”
“An hour,” Jae said and broke into laughter.
“This is more fucking important than fucking so make it fifteen minutes,” Yoochun said and we headed to the game room we had been in the other week.
“Seriously, you two need to go shower,” Junsu said with another scrunch of his nose.
“I think we should,” Yoochun said, but when he grabbed my arm, Junsu pulled him away.
“Separately,” he said, “or we won’t see you for an hour and as you said, whatever you need to tell us is more important than fucking.”
I smiled. “He’s right.”
“I know. Come on, I’ll show you to a bathroom.”
“I’ll show him to a bathroom,” Junsu corrected and pushed Yoochun in the opposite direction. “You go that way.”
We both laughed.
Junsu led me down the hall a short distance to a small bathroom with a shower stall.
“Here. I’ll go raid Yunho’s dressing room and find you something else to wear if you want.”
“Thanks, Junsu.”
I showered and half way through Junsu brought in a stack of clothes. I pulled on clean boxers (still in their packaging) and a pair of sleep pants and a tank top. I folded my school clothes and then headed back into the game room.
“Holy fuck,” Yoochun said as soon as I walked through the door.
I couldn’t help it and blushed as his eyes roved over my body.
“Um, wow,” Jaejoong said with an appreciative whistle.
Yoochun headed my way. He smacked the back of Jae’s head as he passed, said, “Stop eye-fucking him,” and then hands slid along my stomach and his tongue was in my throat before I could fully appreciate him in jeans and a tight t-shirt.
“Alright, alright,” Yunho said from somewhere. “I thought this was more important than fucking.”
Yoochun froze against me, eyes wide so only I could see the panic in them. I gave him a reassuring smile and a kiss.
“They’re your friends,” I whispered.
“Our friends,” Yoochun muttered.
I shook my head. “They’ll support you.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut and he took a deep breath before turning around in my arms. Jae and Yunho were curled up on a couch. It looked like Junsu had been playing one of the arcade games and he stood, arms crossed, near the edge of the room.
“Um,” Yoochun cleared his throat. “I, um, let’s go to the ballroom.”
“Why?” Yunho demanded
Jae sat up, eyes wide. A smile spread across his face. “Really, Micky?”
Yoochun nodded.
Jae squealed, stood up and grabbed Yunho’s arms. “Come on. You won’t regret it.”
Yunho stared at them with distrust. “What is going on?”
“Come to the ballroom, you’ll find out,” Jae said and he let him go and practically bounced to the two of us. He pulled on Yoochun. “Come on, come on. Move faster.”
I laughed and let Yoochun go. He looked at me as Jae dragged him across the room, eyes pleading for help.
“What’s going on, Changmin?” Yunho asked.
I shook my head. “It’s Yoochun’s secret to tell.”
“Secret?” Junsu said as we followed.
Jae set a brisk pace, not letting go of Yoochun even as he struggled. Down stairways and hallways and then more stairs. I recognized the bottom floor of the house. Along a wide hallway. Jae threw open a set of double doors.
Jae bowed Yoochun through. “Your stage, my Lord.”
Yoochun shoved him. “Fuck you.”
We gathered in the ballroom. Yunho stood arms crossed. Yoochun darted glances at the grand piano in the corner.
After a few seconds, Jaejoong sighed. “Fine. Be a stupid little bitch about it.” He grabbed Yoochun’s arm and forced him over to the piano. “Sit and play before I start telling them about the first time we had sex.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Yoochun said, face going red.
“Play?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun took a deep breath, cracked his neck and then started playing. A simple classical arrangement.
Jae sighed, smile going wider as his eyes shut and he leaned against the piano.
“Holy shit,” Junsu said with a laugh.
Yunho was silent and then shook his head. “Any other secrets you have, Micky?”
“Hey,” Jae said, “shut up. It’s not like you don’t have secrets.”
Yunho moved over to the piano, watching Yoochun’s fingers move. “You’re really good. I’m assuming Changmin already knows about this, too.”
“It’s how we met,” I said quickly. “I caught him playing in the music room after school.”
Yunho nodded and then sat carefully on the very edge of the piano bench.
Jaejoong turned around and put his elbows on the piano. “Sing my song, Micky. Please.”
Yoochun stopped playing and cleared his throat. “Your boyfriend isn’t going to approve.”
“I don’t care. Sing it.”
As Yoochun put his hands on the keys, Yunho stopped him. “Why am I not going to approve?”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Just let him sing the damn thing.” He grabbed Yunho’s arm and pulled him away. “Come dance with me.”
I took Yunho’s place on the piano bench as Yoochun started Jae’s song. I laid my head on his shoulder and put my arms around him.
“See?” I whispered. “They don’t hate you.”
He smiled and kept singing.
I watched Yunho and Jaejoong dance, Jae’s arms around his waist. They were whispering at each other, exchanging sappy looks and small kisses.
Junsu leaned on the piano. “Changmin, I blame you.”
“For what?”
“All of this,” he said, gesturing at YunJae and then at Yoochun. “Really, we’ve all been friends forever, but it still took someone else to get us to be honest with each other.”
“Are you saying you have a secret you need to share?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Not that I’m aware of, but I’ve never been one to keep my feelings hidden. It’s just easier to be honest.”
“Yeah.”
As soon as Yoochun finished the song, he shouted to Jae, “What do you want me to sing now, Princess Joongie?”
Jae stuck his tongue out at him. “I don’t care, just keep playing.”
Yoochun played for about an hour, a mixture of pop music, his own compositions and classical.
“Alright,” he said and stood up. “That’s enough. I’m hungry.”
Jaejoong pouted and whined.
Yoochun smiled at Yunho. “Your girlfriend is annoying.”
Yunho laughed, but pulled Jae closer and kissed his cheek. “Yes, she is.”
“Fuck you,” Jae said and shoved away from him.
“Go make us dinner, noona,” Junsu said to him.
Jae flipped him off and left the room.
Yunho’s smile fell as he looked at Yoochun. “That song was really good. You’re not still in love with him are you?”
Yoochun shook his head. “No more than best friends can love each other. Trust me, Yunho, you have nothing to worry about. We stopped having sex because he kept calling out your name, and yeah, he’s in love with you, and I understood that, but come on. Talk about ego bruising.”
Yunho laughed. “You’re really good. At the piano,” he added quickly when Yoochun smirked.
“Thanks. Professor Kim is making me participate in the next choir concert. He says three different schools are going to come and see me play.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Yunho hugged him tightly. “You’ll do well.”
“You guys will come?” Yoochun asked, turning to look at Junsu.
Junsu nodded. “Of course.”
“Come on,” Yunho said as he released Yoochun. “Let’s go bother Jae while he’s cooking.”
Yoochun held his hand out to me and I took it. “Jae can cook?” I asked.
“Man, Jae is one of the best cooks I know,” Junsu said.
Yunho nodded. “Equate Jae’s cooking to Yoochun’s piano playing.”
“He’s a better cook than I am a piano player,” Yoochun said quickly.
“Wow.”
“Yep.”
We made our way down a long hallway and into a very open room. Kitchen and dining table to the left, and then a cozy, sunken den to the right. The entire space was probably larger than my house.
Jae was in the kitchen fiddling with pans and utensils. Probably slamming them a bit harder than was strictly necessary. Yunho walked over to him, hugged him from behind and whispered something in his ear. A smiled flickered for a moment on Jae’s face, and then he turned around in Yunho’s arms and snapped, “Yeah, well, it’s annoying and you’re all just jealous because I’m prettier than you.”
He smacked Yunho’s arm with a spoon. Yunho yelped and jumped back.
“You’re crazy,” he said.
“Crazy enough to poison you?” Jae said with a smirk, and then turned around and continued cooking.
“Maybe we should call for take out,” Yoochun said.
“Maybe you’ll go hungry,” Jae snapped.
Yoochun smiled. “Oh, I doubt that. Changmin would give me something to swallow, right, baby?”
I rolled my eyes. “Has he always been this cheesy?”
“Yes,” the three of them said, and then they all laughed.
“You love it,” Yoochun said, straddling my lap, arms around my neck.
“I like it better when your mouth is too full to talk.”
A lustful gleam shot through his eyes. “How long until dinner is ready, Jae?”
“Five minutes. You should have enough time, Micky.”
“Hey,” I protested, turning to look at him. Yoochun’s lips attached to my neck in a noisy slurp.
“Maybe I’ll just have Changmin for dinner then.”
“Too bad I’m starving,” I said and lifted him off me.
He pouted. “Fine.”
I watched his ass in the tight jeans as he sauntered across the room and sat in a plush arm chair.
Yunho sat next to me and smiled. “There’s a room through that door over there,” he whispered. “Jae won’t be done for at least twenty minutes.”
I looked across the room. “And you’ll be nice and save some, right?”
He nodded. “When Jae’s in a mood, he always cooks way too much.”
“Fabulous.” I stood up.
“Hey, Changmin,” he said and I turned to look at him. He smiled. “Thanks.”
“For?”
He shrugged.
“Well, you’re welcome, I guess.”
I moved quietly, bare feet on the cool, stone tile. I leaned over the couch, and Yoochun jumped in surprised.
“We’ve been given permission to go do as we please,” I whispered, pulling at his earlobe with just my lower lip.
He shivered.
“Come on.” I grabbed him and lifted, sliding him over the back of the couch, but when I would have put him down, he turned and wrapped his legs around my waist. There was catcall and a whistle behind us. Yoochun’s mouth attached to my neck again.
“Shameless exhibitionist,” Jaejoong said.
“You love it,” Yunho replied.
Whatever else was said was cut off as I slammed the door. Bedroom didn’t quite describe what I had carried Yoochun into. Boudoir would be a bit closer. Four poster bed with an ugly, rose colored bedspread. Matching curtains. Matching arm chairs. The carpet was a deep burgundy.
I stopped and set him on his feet. “I can’t perform in this kind of environment.”
Yoochun smiled. “It’s missing something, isn’t it?”
I nodded.
Yoochun walked over to the bed, ran a hand up a post and then smiled. He unbuckled the jeans. They pooled at his ankles. He was naked underneath, no boxers and just like that I was hard, tenting the sleep pants. He bent over the bed, tested its give and then smirked at me over his shoulder. The shirt joined the pants on the floor. He crawled up to the bed, lay on his stomach, spread eagle and then said, “There. Better?”
I made an agreeing noise.
Yoochun smirked at me again, and almost if my legs were connected to that quirking mouth, I jerked forward. I crawled up the end of the bed. The first kiss I placed on the heel of his foot, and then on this calf muscle. I ran my tongue up to his knee. He shivered and already had the bed spread clutched in his hands, hips making tiny thrusts against the bed. I left bite marks up his thigh. Each one accompanied by a gasp from him, and then a moan as I ran my tongue up over the curve of his ass to his tailbone. I arched my body, pressing my erection onto his ass as I finished licking up his spine. I bit down on his neck. He practically screamed and pushed back against me.
I hummed against his skin and continued biting and sucking on his back, leaving marks of varying intensity in my wake. I let myself go where I wanted and ended up chewing on his backside, finger teasing the cleft of his ass.
“Oh my fucking god, Changmin, if you don’t start-”
He broke off with a strangled yell when my tongue replaced my finger.
And then he started swearing. That’s it. Just curses, shit and fuck and hell and shit again and fuck again.
I kept licking him, deeper and deeper, spreading his cheeks to get a good lick against his hole. His body was musty, dark, and tasted like nothing that I could describe. I wanted it. I wanted it a lot and I pressed my tongue into him, against that tight muscle that had clenched around my fingers earlier.
This time he did scream and pushed his ass against my face. I held him still and tortured him.
“Fingers now, damn it, fucking Changmin, fingers, please.”
I moved my face, biting back up his back as a single finger rested against his hole. I bit his ear. “I like hearing you beg,” I whispered.
“Please, please, oh fuck me, please, Minnie. I want you.”
His hole clenched under my finger as he tried to push back into it.
I caved and it slid into him.
He winced and I didn’t blame him. No lube and my finger didn’t slide as easily as it did earlier. “Are you alright?”
“Fuck yes, more please.”
“Would you like it more if I was licking you, too?”
He whimpered.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I dropped back down his body and licked around my finger. His whole body squirmed and quivered. It made preparing him much easier. Two fingers became three and he never once stopped talking, begging, my name, curses.
He was so quiet earlier, and then I remembered that I had told him to be quiet.
I smiled, pondering this power he let me have over him and said, “I think I’ve heard your voice enough. Come and put that open mouth to better use and suck on my cock.”
Quick to obey, Yoochun pushed up to his hands and knees and turned around, making the tiniest sound when my fingers slid out of him. I kneeled on the bed. He crawled to me, eyes on my crotch. I pushed the sleep pants down enough to free myself and then his mouth covered me, tongue sliding all over. I slid hands in his hair and thrust into his mouth slowly, each push sliding me deeper into his throat. I only fucked his mouth for a couple of minutes, not wanting to come until I was inside him again.
“Slick me up,” I whispered, “so I can slide into your ass.”
He moaned and using his tongue, practically drenched me.
“Back as you were,” I said, giving him a little push.
He lay back on his stomach. I shucked the pants off, and then slicked up my fingers, burying them deep inside him one more time.
“What do you want?” I whispered.
“Please, Changmin, please. You, please. I want you so badly.”
I grabbed his hips, lifting them just a bit. I lined up with his hole and held them, waiting.
“Push, fuck me, Changmin please, oh god, just fuck-”
He screamed as I pushed in. I winced a bit as his channel scraped against me. I made a mental note to definitely have lube handy the next time we did this, and then he squirmed, clenching his body around me and I groaned, eyes shutting, as I continued to push into him.
“Faster, harder, more, please, Changmin, more.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not, god please, more.”
I gave him what he wanted. What we both wanted.
Again, my name and curses fell from his mouth, begging for more even as I gave him all I could. Our bodies met in loud smacks, and even as his body fought against me, I fucked him harder. He tensed, and then screamed, body freezing, hand practically ripping the bedspread. His mutterings moved into incoherency as his body slackened. I had to tighten my grip on his hips, to keep him at a satisfying angle. Not that I was going to last much longer. Everything was going fuzzy. Pleasure tingled along my skin and congregated in my cock as I continued to abuse his hole.
“Min,” he whispered, trying to move, “I want you to fill me up. Please. Come inside me. Let me feel you. Please.”
I lost focus on his words as my body did what he wanted and spasmed. I barely managed to hold his hips as I pressed into him. I fell over him, holding myself up with one arm. Pressing our sweaty bodies together.
I moaned his name as I came, our bodies twitching together.
He sighed, an utterly content noise that made me smile. I let my elbow bend and fell to my side, spooning our bodies together in the movement. I almost slipped out of him, but he whimpered and pushed back and kept us together. He used my arm for a pillow, trying to press even closer to me. I kissed his sweaty neck.
“Now that,” he said with a gasp, “was definitely wow-able.”
“Fuck yes.”
“We need to shower again.”
I glanced around the gaudy room and smiled when I saw an open door revealing a bathroom. “Together this time.”
Yoochun shivered. “Definitely.”
Chapter 11 - … oh, right, because I haven’t had a boyfriend in my entire high school career
Chapter 9 - things come to a head, yes, that kind of head
Chapter 8 - things come to a head, no, not that kind of head
Chapter 7 - Whirlwinds of WTF-ery
Chapter 6 - not so much talking
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes ... whatever
Chapter 3 - at least i'm better at math than he is
Chapter 2 - oh my god, something else he's good at
Chapter 1 - so he is good at something besides looking good?
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