Piano Lessons 12/?
Title: Piano Lessons 12/?
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: 4256
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 12: performing arts or performing acts? i'll take the latter
Darkness closed in on us. Everything was quiet. I wasn’t used to being this far away from the bustle of the city. And I definitely wasn’t used to my room being completely dark.
Yoochun moved next to me, curling up on his side. He made a noise of frustration until I moved my arm and he snuggled into my chest.
It was late. Almost two am. We spent the night watching TV and, much to Junsu’s chagrin, I was better at pool than Jae, Yunho and Yoochun combined.
“What are you thinking about?” Yoochun asked.
“It’s too dark.”
Yoochun grinned. “It’s nice.” He broke off with a yawn.
“Tired?”
“Not really. Too wound up to be tired.”
“Wound up? About what?”
Yoochun didn’t answer, but I guessed it was still about him performing. I pulled him closer, shifting until he was lying completely on top of me. I found his lips in the dark.
“You need to do something to relax so you can sleep.”
Yoochun laughed. “Any ideas?”
“Fuck me.”
Yoochun sat up, hands on my chest, and then reached over and turned on a lamp. We both winced against the light, but he looked down at me, scrutinized me until I rolled my eyes.
“You’re the one that put the idea in my head,” I reminded him. “Teasing me in the shower, remember?”
“But-“
I sat up and kissed him. He relaxed into the kiss with a moan and we wrapped arms around each other. “And don’t we have to make use of more than this room tonight?”
Yoochun grinned. “I don’t think Yunho’s maids would appreciate that. I think this room will be good enough.”
“No roses,” I said and then swallowed his laugh in another kiss.
As I moved my kisses to his collar bone, he stopped me.
“Hang on.” He climbed off my lap, and then proceeded to dig through the drawers of both night stands and the dresser. “Fuck. I’ll be right back.”
He slipped out of the room.
I lay back, hands over my head and marveled at how easy it had been for me to stay the night at Yunho’s. And then I sighed. My father was going to milk this as much as he could. I had to make sure that Yunho didn’t think I was using him, or planning on letting my father use me to get closer to his family.
Yoochun came back into the room. He held a bright blue bottle up and shook it at me. “Man, Jae is a freakin’ screamer.”
“What did you do?”
Yoochun smirked. “Nothing. I could just hear him. I had to go raid Yunho’s bathroom, and fuck, Jae was just ‘oh, Yunho’ every two seconds.”
Yoochun climbed onto the bed. I reached for him and grabbed the hard on through his sleep pants. His eyes shut with a moan. “I take it you stopped to listen for awhile.”
He smiled and then thrust into my hand.
I yanked my hand away and then said, “Nope. My hand is not what I want you to be fucking right now.”
“Are you sure, Minnie?”
I rolled my eyes. “Fuck, Yoochun, yes, I’m sure.”
Yoochun straddled me, hands on either side of my head. He kissed me softly. “I worry about you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve never bottomed and well, sometimes guys freak out about that.”
“Should I roll my eyes again?” I asked.
Yoochun laughed and then kissed me. We kissed for long minutes, until Yoochun’s arms started shaking and he pressed his hips to my crotch. “Fuck, Minnie,” he breathed and then pushed up to his knees and leaned back.
“Roll over,” he said. “I’m so fucking hard thinking about this, that I may come before I even get inside you.”
I laughed, but did as I was told and rolled over. He grabbed the sweats and yanked them down. He laid his body along my back and kissed my neck. “Can that be enough foreplay?” he asked, his hard cock already nestled against my ass.
I thrust against him, moaning when my hard cock brushed the bed. “Yes. Too much.”
Yoochun laughed. He kissed my neck and then my shoulder. He moved down the bed, hands sliding along the skin of my back, ass and thighs. With firm hands he spread my cheeks, and my eyes shut, body tense, until the first touch of his tongue against my hole had me arching back and crying out. He held my body down, said my name in admonishment and then licked me again. I clutched the blanket in my hands, eyes still shut tight. God, it was … good, so fucking good.
Yoochun chuckled against my skin and I realized I was saying that over and over again. I didn’t care.
He pressed his tongue into my body, and I cried out louder. My brain tried to cut off, tried to analyze the feeling of being breeched, but I told it to shut up and just felt the way Yoochun’s tongued lathed my opening.
“Min, baby, you may want to hang on to something.”
Something firmer than his tongue pushed into me and I pressed my face into the pillow and screamed. Not in pain. Fuck, definitely not in pain. Through my breathing, gasping, moaning, whatever I heard Yoochun tell me to relax. His hand rubbed in soft circles around my lower back. After a moment, I relaxed, and then the finger moved.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
“You okay?”
“Fuck yes.”
And then he removed his finger. I whimpered.
“Roll over again,” he said, voice caring. I mentally rolled my eyes, but flipped to my back.
“What?”
He grinned at my impatient tone. “This is going to fucking hurt, so I’m going to distract you.”
“I know it’s going to hurt, but I’m not a fucking girl.”
Yoochun smirked. “Good thing, or you’d be fucking Junsu.”
I shivered. “God, no thanks.”
Yoochun laughed. He cuddled up to my side and then took one of my legs and swung it over his hip. I shivered when his fingers traced the inside of my thigh. Our lips pressed together at the same time his finger slid back inside me. I moaned into his mouth. The kiss moved faster than his finger, and I had only a moment to appreciate Yoochun’s ability to multitask, when his finger twisted and brushed against my prostate. I moaned and arched my hips off the bed at the extra bit of pleasure.
I screamed when Yoochun’s mouth covered my cock. “Fuck, Yoochun, fuck.”
Yoochun’s laughter vibrated down my cock. He pulled back, licking the tip and another finger pushed in with the first. I shut my eyes as the pressure grew. Yoochun didn’t suck my cock, but teased it with lips and tongue and teeth while his fingers moved and spread me open. It was never enough to get me to come, but just enough to tease me, and I begged him for more.
When Yoochun pushed a third finger in, I hissed, this time in pain as the skin and muscles refused to stretch. Yoochun poured more lube on his fingers and tried again. And this time, he sucked my cock. Sucked my cock with three fingers buried deep and wriggling inside of me. Any thoughts requiring more mental power than “holy fuck” were in short supply. It felt beyond good, beyond pleasurable. When I tried to open my eyes, all I saw was a dim blur swirling just beyond darkness. I shut my eyes against it. Pleasure attacked me waves, each one stronger, and more insistent than the last. I was pretty sure I was moaning, or screaming or swearing, or all three at once.
And then I came, suddenly, quickly. Hard. And hearing Yoochun gag on my come and then tighten his throat around me was going to be imprinted on my mind and used as jerk off material for a long, long time.
“Fuck, Yoochun,” I breathed as soon as I could.
Yoochun chuckled, and then shifted. He kneeled between my legs and then leaned over me to kiss me. I kissed up the taste of me from his mouth. His hands ran over my shaking thighs, to my knees and pressed up. I didn’t care. He could contort me in anyway he wanted and I wouldn’t have cared. I moaned into his mouth when his cock slid over my hole.
My eyes squeezed shut and I broke away from him with a cry when he pushed into me. He pressed kisses to my cheeks and eyes and nose and chin, whispering something that I didn’t hear. It’s not that it didn’t hurt, it fucking did, but it was … fuck, I don’t even know.
And then Yoochun moved. I arched my back, head pressed into the pillow as I screamed out his name. His lips were on my neck, and the only thing I caught in his whispers was making sure I was okay. I tightened my legs around his body and thrust up, forcing his cock even deeper inside me.
“Move, Yoochun. Fucking move.”
I felt his smile on my skin. Very slowly he pulled out of me and then pressed back in.
“Fuck,” I whispered. My hands moved from the death grip on the bed spread and latched onto his shoulders.
He chuckled. “I’m glad you don’t have nails.”
I growled and dug harder. “Then I’ll leave bruises.”
His breathing went uneven. “You won’t have time to leave bruises. Fuck, Min.”
His thrusts into my body sped up. His eyes closed, his tongue darted out to lick lips and then his head lowered, body shaking as he moaned. His cock jerked and he filled me with come. His elbows collapsed and somehow, he found my lips to kiss me, lazy, sloppy. We rolled over, and both groaned when he slipped from my body. I pressed him to the bed. Kissed him harder, until he broke away.
“You are going to get hard again,” I growled and grabbed his cock, slick with come and lube, “and then you’re going to fuck me again. And then again, until I can’t fucking walk.”
Yoochun shivered. “I take it you liked it then.”
I brought my messy hand to his mouth and helped him lick it clean. “Fuck, yes, I liked it.”
He frowned.
“What?”
“You’re not going to turn into a bottom, are you?” Yoochun asked.
I scoffed. “Don’t worry.” He shivered at the growl in my voice. I reached behind me and grabbed his hard cock. “I can still dominate you from the bottom.” I sat up, held his cock against my hole and then impaled myself on it.
Yoochun practically screamed.
“Now, fuck me again.”
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Three weeks later, I had Yoochun pinned up against the wall backstage. The auditorium was packed with people. Fliers for the concert had been posted all over school. Fliers that said there would be a special piano performance by Park Yoochun.
Yoochun always had attention at school. Everywhere he went girls cooed and awed over him and boys considered themselves lucky to get a hello from him in the hall. After the fliers had been posted, it was ten times worse.
“Oh my god, Chunnie, you play the piano, why didn’t you tell us, play for us please, we want to hear you play.”
His fangirls were constantly hanging on him, no matter how much I growled at them. They formed crowds outside of his classrooms and the lines to greet him at lunch were enough that we started leaving school to eat off campus. The four of us ended up being his body guards, pushing through the students, just so he could get to class on time.
Yoochun and I stopped practicing at school, and used Yunho’s ballroom instead.
Yoochun was set to play five songs total. Three by himself and then two with me singing.
The day before, Yoochun had been cornered at home, a flier shoved in his face and a reminder of the consequences should he perform. He packed a bag, stormed out and spent the night at Yunho’s.
“I can’t do this, Minnie, I can’t.”
I kissed him softly. With a smile, I grabbed his tie and tugged on it a bit, bringing our mouths together again. He smiled against my lips.
“Yes, you can.” I hugged him, and then slid my hand between our bodies and cupped his cock.
“Minnie.” He tried to push my hand away.
“What?” I replied innocently and used both hands to undo his pants. When my cool hand met the heat of his skin, he whimpered. His cock grew hard in my hand. “You need to relax.”
“Someone might see,” he whispered harshly.
“I know.” I freed his cock from his boxers.
“Don’t, Changmin. Not here.”
“Yes, here.”
I dropped to my knees and his noise of surprise turned to a moan as I engulfed his cock. It’d been a good three days since we’d last been together.
Yoochun’s hands settled on my shoulders, half trying to push me away, but I grabbed his hips and held him against the wall as I sucked on his cock. I wanted to take him deep, feel him in the back of my throat, but I had to perform tonight, too.
Professor Kim was announced to applause, and he started his introduction of the night’s events. An opening number by a quartet, and then the full choir and then Yoochun.
I used my hand, hummed and moaned and licked his cock.
There was more applause as the string quartet came on stage and started their portion.
Yoochun grew harder in my mouth, and then with a single quiet gasp as a warning, he came, fingers digging into my scalp. I swallowed what I could and then licked him clean, as he squirmed and tugged on my clothes to get me to stop. I stood up, tucked him back into his clothes and then kissed him.
“Changmin!”
We broke apart as the choir director came around the corner.
“There you are. I thought I lost my key soloist.”
“Sorry,” I replied with a bow. “You know I’d never miss this.”
“Yes, yes. Well, come on. We’re about to go on stage.”
“I’ll be right there.”
I waited until he left and then hugged Yoochun tightly. Behind his back, I sent a mayday SOS text to Jaejoong.
“I can’t do this. I can’t.”
“You’re going to be great, okay? You’ll be amazing, because you are amazing.” I straightened his clothes for him. I hoped Jaejoong got there before Yoochun could bolt. I heard my name hissed again.
“I have to go.” I kissed him once more and then said, “See you on stage.”
The concert went off without a hitch.
Yoochun was amazing. Only I could tell he was nervous when he went onstage. Well, Jaejoong probably could tell, too, but Yoochun bowed and smiled at the audience and then sat at the piano and started playing Tchaikovsky. After the first song, he introduced himself and said the name of the song he played and then the name of the next song. It was one he had written; one with flowing notes. I asked him once if he’d written lyrics to it and he said, no, that it wasn’t a song for lyrics, just for feeling. And looking out into the audience, I knew that it had done what it was supposed to.
After that one, he introduced me.
Jaejoong was still backstage with me and smacked my ass as I headed to the stage.
“Don’t make out with him,” he whispered, and I laughed.
I met Yoochun’s eyes and smiled at him.
“This is really all his fault,” Yoochun said in the microphone.
“What?” I replied.
“Your fault I’m up here.”
“No, it’s not. I didn’t teach you to play the piano.”
He smiled. “Are you ready to sing?”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“Make sure you voice doesn’t waver on the third verse like it did in rehearsals.”
I stuck my tongue out at him and the audience laughed. And then Yoochun played. It was an old, classic, traditional Korean song; one that made the men puff with pride, and the women wipe wet eyes. And my voice never wavered.
The next song we performed was “I Hope” by the band FT Island. I hadn’t wanted to sing it, but Yoochun convinced me.
“You get to dance and play with the crowd,” he said.
I didn’t agree until I realized that the only reason why I didn’t want to do it was so that I wouldn’t get that much attention. And then Yoochun sicked Yunho and Junsu on me and they taught me some simple dance moves.
The crowd loved it. I loved it. Their cheers and applause when I was done made me smile and I was floating, seriously floating. I turned to Yoochun and bowed. To my surprise, he rose from the bench and gave me a firm hug. I forgot about the lights and the audience and everything as I hugged him back.
“You’re such an attention whore,” he whispered. “Get off my stage.”
I laughed, just barely caught myself from kissing his cheek, and then bowed to the audience and went backstage.
Jae was still there, and he’d been joined by Junsu.
“Where’s Yunho?” I mouthed.
“Watching his little sister,” Jae whispered.
On stage, Yoochun sat back at his piano. “This last song I wrote for … well, for someone special to me. Heartbreak is a curious thing, and it inspires lyrics better than any other emotion, even love. Please enjoy it.”
He played and sang Jaejoong’s song. Half way through the song, arms wrapped around me and Jae pressed his face in my shoulder. He was shaking, like he was crying. I turned around and hugged him, and leaned my head on his. It always amazed me how much emotion Yoochun put into his performances. Even if he’d sung this song hundreds and hundreds of times over the last three weeks, he sang it tonight like it was the first time.
“I love that song,” Jae whispered when it was done.
“That’s because it’s about you,” Junsu said, and we both chuckled.
The next moment, someone else was there, trying to squeeze between Jae and me. We moved and let Yoochun join us. He was shaking harder than Jaejoong. Professor Kim was on stage, thanking everyone and the performers.
“You were fantastic,” Jae said. “Perfect. Flawless.”
“Now you’re describing yourself,” Yoochun said with a tear filled smile.
Jae grinned. “You’re finally worthy of my friendship.”
Yoochun scoffed and then pushed Jae away. “My boyfriend,” he muttered and then hugged me. I held him until he calmed down, watching as Jae and Junsu averted the revelers.
“You need to go meet your public,” I told him.
“I know.” He pulled away. “I’m more nervous about talking to the deans of those schools than I am about performing.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”
Yoochun took a deep breath. And then suddenly Jae was there with face wipes and a mirror and before Yoochun could stop him, he dabbed concealer on his face.
“Jae!” he shouted.
“You look like shit, Yoochun,” Jae said. “And it’s only a little bit. It’s not going to kill you.”
Yoochun grumbled but stayed quiet.
Jae frowned. “You need some eyeliner.”
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I kept Yoochun in my line of sight as we were both prodded and pulled around the cafeteria. The tables had been moved and refreshments were being served. My mom held my arm tightly, basking in the praise I was receiving for my performance. My father stayed stoic on my other side.
“Changmin!”
I turned at the shout and smiled at Yunho as he weaved his way over. He hollered and then picked me up and swung me around.
“That was awesome! You remembered all those dance steps perfectly.”
“I had a great teacher.”
Yunho smacked my shoulder. “You’re just smart.”
He then turned to the two adults behind him, and I immediately dropped my eyes and bowed when I realized they were his parents.
I stuttered a formal greeting and then introduced my parents.
Yunho’s mom cupped my face and kissed both of my cheeks. “You were wonderful. I have been wanting to meet Yunho’s new friend.”
“Thank you, but next time I will do better,” I said humbly.
Our fathers were talking about my future schooling, and I winced when I heard, “he’s going to be a lawyer.”
“Come on,” Yunho said and tugged on my arm, “let’s go find the others.”
Yoochun was still being passed around, Professor Kim at his elbow. For as many times as he bowed, I knew I was going to have to massage he back later.
We found Jaejoong surround by a bunch of girls.
“His sisters,” Yunho muttered in my ear, right before all eight of them pounced on us. They straightened my tie and ruffled my hair and cooed things at me, and all I could do was glare at Jaejoong as he laughed and laughed and laughed.
HyeGyo was attached to Yunho’s arm. “I bet you taught him those dance moves, didn’t you, Yunho oppa?”
Yunho cringed but smiled down at her the best he could. “Yes. Junsu and I did.”
“I wish you had danced up there with him. I love watching you dance.”
“Next time, Junsu and I will be back up dancers.”
“Changmin.”
I turned at the sound of Professor Lee’s voice and then bowed when I saw he wasn’t alone. Yoochun stood behind them, smirking at me.
“This is Professor Lee Baegsu and President Cho Sungmin from the Musical Academy of Seoul.”
I bowed even more deeply, and muttered polite greetings.
“We love your voice, Shim Changmin-shi,” Professor Lee said. “We would love to have you audition for the Academy. I can almost guarantee that you will make it, especially since Professor Kim has told us that you’re a guarantee for valedictorian this year.”
“I’m honored,” I said with another bow, “but my father has already secured a place for me in law school.”
“That’s too bad, but I’m sure you’ll make a fine lawyer.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Professor Kim said something about going to talk to someone else, and the men left.
Yoochun grabbed my arm and dragged me away. “I need a fucking cigarette.”
I laughed and followed him through the school hallways.
He had his cigarette lit almost before he got outside. He took a deep drag, moaned and then exhaled.
“Usually only I can make you moan like that,” I said.
He smiled, “Yes, but I can’t have you right now.”
“Really? I think we’ve proven that there are plenty of places around this school for a quickie without getting caught.”
Yoochun laughed.
We sat on the steps, shivering. It was cold now, with winter just a couple weeks away. I wanted to curl up and hold him.
“Shim Changmin-shi.”
We both turned and I stood up quickly and bowed at the man behind us.
“My name is Kwon YongWoo.” I took the offered business card. “I’m a talent scout. I work for Purple Line Models and we would be really interested in having you come down to the agency.”
I stared at him, and then at his business car and then at him. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
“I know it’s not something you smart kids go for. I heard Professor Kim spouting your credentials at anyone that would listen, but you’re tall and incredibly good looking, Shim Changmin-shi. I hope you consider the offer.”
“I promise I will.”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
We exchanged bows and then the man went back inside.
“Holy shit, Minnie. Modeling? You should do it.”
I scoffed and sat back on the stairs. “My parents are not going to let me be a model.”
“You don’t have to tell them you’re going to audition.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Give me one good reason why you shouldn’t do this that doesn’t have to do with your parents.”
I opened my mouth to say that I didn’t want to. That I wouldn’t make a good model. That I was better with books. And then shut my mouth. Yoochun wouldn’t consider those good reasons.
He smirked and then put his hands on my knees and leaned over me. “You don’t want to be a lawyer, Minnie. And maybe modeling isn’t for you either, but you’ll never know until you try. You talked me into this huge performance thing and now my entire fucking life is going to be different. I’m going to be cut off from my family. I’m going to live with Yunho. I have no idea what I’m going to do in college. It was crazy, it was insane, and probably the scariest thing I’ve ever done in my life. But I survived. So now, it’s my turn to talk you into this. And before you even think of protesting, let me save you the breath. Fuck, Changmin, you’re tall and you’re fucking gorgeous, so you would make a great model. And this will give you a chance to do something besides study all the time.”
I shut him up with a kiss. “Fine. I’ll do it. If you promise to shut up.”
Yoochun grinned.
My hand found the comfort of his tie.
“Come on. Let’s get back in there before someone else comes looking for us.”
Chapter 13 - performing acts - i knew this would be more fun
Chapter 11 - … oh, right, because I haven’t had a boyfriend in my entire high school career
Chapter 10 - can you please tell me why I haven’t spent my entire high school experience doing this?
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: 4256
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 12: performing arts or performing acts? i'll take the latter
Darkness closed in on us. Everything was quiet. I wasn’t used to being this far away from the bustle of the city. And I definitely wasn’t used to my room being completely dark.
Yoochun moved next to me, curling up on his side. He made a noise of frustration until I moved my arm and he snuggled into my chest.
It was late. Almost two am. We spent the night watching TV and, much to Junsu’s chagrin, I was better at pool than Jae, Yunho and Yoochun combined.
“What are you thinking about?” Yoochun asked.
“It’s too dark.”
Yoochun grinned. “It’s nice.” He broke off with a yawn.
“Tired?”
“Not really. Too wound up to be tired.”
“Wound up? About what?”
Yoochun didn’t answer, but I guessed it was still about him performing. I pulled him closer, shifting until he was lying completely on top of me. I found his lips in the dark.
“You need to do something to relax so you can sleep.”
Yoochun laughed. “Any ideas?”
“Fuck me.”
Yoochun sat up, hands on my chest, and then reached over and turned on a lamp. We both winced against the light, but he looked down at me, scrutinized me until I rolled my eyes.
“You’re the one that put the idea in my head,” I reminded him. “Teasing me in the shower, remember?”
“But-“
I sat up and kissed him. He relaxed into the kiss with a moan and we wrapped arms around each other. “And don’t we have to make use of more than this room tonight?”
Yoochun grinned. “I don’t think Yunho’s maids would appreciate that. I think this room will be good enough.”
“No roses,” I said and then swallowed his laugh in another kiss.
As I moved my kisses to his collar bone, he stopped me.
“Hang on.” He climbed off my lap, and then proceeded to dig through the drawers of both night stands and the dresser. “Fuck. I’ll be right back.”
He slipped out of the room.
I lay back, hands over my head and marveled at how easy it had been for me to stay the night at Yunho’s. And then I sighed. My father was going to milk this as much as he could. I had to make sure that Yunho didn’t think I was using him, or planning on letting my father use me to get closer to his family.
Yoochun came back into the room. He held a bright blue bottle up and shook it at me. “Man, Jae is a freakin’ screamer.”
“What did you do?”
Yoochun smirked. “Nothing. I could just hear him. I had to go raid Yunho’s bathroom, and fuck, Jae was just ‘oh, Yunho’ every two seconds.”
Yoochun climbed onto the bed. I reached for him and grabbed the hard on through his sleep pants. His eyes shut with a moan. “I take it you stopped to listen for awhile.”
He smiled and then thrust into my hand.
I yanked my hand away and then said, “Nope. My hand is not what I want you to be fucking right now.”
“Are you sure, Minnie?”
I rolled my eyes. “Fuck, Yoochun, yes, I’m sure.”
Yoochun straddled me, hands on either side of my head. He kissed me softly. “I worry about you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve never bottomed and well, sometimes guys freak out about that.”
“Should I roll my eyes again?” I asked.
Yoochun laughed and then kissed me. We kissed for long minutes, until Yoochun’s arms started shaking and he pressed his hips to my crotch. “Fuck, Minnie,” he breathed and then pushed up to his knees and leaned back.
“Roll over,” he said. “I’m so fucking hard thinking about this, that I may come before I even get inside you.”
I laughed, but did as I was told and rolled over. He grabbed the sweats and yanked them down. He laid his body along my back and kissed my neck. “Can that be enough foreplay?” he asked, his hard cock already nestled against my ass.
I thrust against him, moaning when my hard cock brushed the bed. “Yes. Too much.”
Yoochun laughed. He kissed my neck and then my shoulder. He moved down the bed, hands sliding along the skin of my back, ass and thighs. With firm hands he spread my cheeks, and my eyes shut, body tense, until the first touch of his tongue against my hole had me arching back and crying out. He held my body down, said my name in admonishment and then licked me again. I clutched the blanket in my hands, eyes still shut tight. God, it was … good, so fucking good.
Yoochun chuckled against my skin and I realized I was saying that over and over again. I didn’t care.
He pressed his tongue into my body, and I cried out louder. My brain tried to cut off, tried to analyze the feeling of being breeched, but I told it to shut up and just felt the way Yoochun’s tongued lathed my opening.
“Min, baby, you may want to hang on to something.”
Something firmer than his tongue pushed into me and I pressed my face into the pillow and screamed. Not in pain. Fuck, definitely not in pain. Through my breathing, gasping, moaning, whatever I heard Yoochun tell me to relax. His hand rubbed in soft circles around my lower back. After a moment, I relaxed, and then the finger moved.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
“You okay?”
“Fuck yes.”
And then he removed his finger. I whimpered.
“Roll over again,” he said, voice caring. I mentally rolled my eyes, but flipped to my back.
“What?”
He grinned at my impatient tone. “This is going to fucking hurt, so I’m going to distract you.”
“I know it’s going to hurt, but I’m not a fucking girl.”
Yoochun smirked. “Good thing, or you’d be fucking Junsu.”
I shivered. “God, no thanks.”
Yoochun laughed. He cuddled up to my side and then took one of my legs and swung it over his hip. I shivered when his fingers traced the inside of my thigh. Our lips pressed together at the same time his finger slid back inside me. I moaned into his mouth. The kiss moved faster than his finger, and I had only a moment to appreciate Yoochun’s ability to multitask, when his finger twisted and brushed against my prostate. I moaned and arched my hips off the bed at the extra bit of pleasure.
I screamed when Yoochun’s mouth covered my cock. “Fuck, Yoochun, fuck.”
Yoochun’s laughter vibrated down my cock. He pulled back, licking the tip and another finger pushed in with the first. I shut my eyes as the pressure grew. Yoochun didn’t suck my cock, but teased it with lips and tongue and teeth while his fingers moved and spread me open. It was never enough to get me to come, but just enough to tease me, and I begged him for more.
When Yoochun pushed a third finger in, I hissed, this time in pain as the skin and muscles refused to stretch. Yoochun poured more lube on his fingers and tried again. And this time, he sucked my cock. Sucked my cock with three fingers buried deep and wriggling inside of me. Any thoughts requiring more mental power than “holy fuck” were in short supply. It felt beyond good, beyond pleasurable. When I tried to open my eyes, all I saw was a dim blur swirling just beyond darkness. I shut my eyes against it. Pleasure attacked me waves, each one stronger, and more insistent than the last. I was pretty sure I was moaning, or screaming or swearing, or all three at once.
And then I came, suddenly, quickly. Hard. And hearing Yoochun gag on my come and then tighten his throat around me was going to be imprinted on my mind and used as jerk off material for a long, long time.
“Fuck, Yoochun,” I breathed as soon as I could.
Yoochun chuckled, and then shifted. He kneeled between my legs and then leaned over me to kiss me. I kissed up the taste of me from his mouth. His hands ran over my shaking thighs, to my knees and pressed up. I didn’t care. He could contort me in anyway he wanted and I wouldn’t have cared. I moaned into his mouth when his cock slid over my hole.
My eyes squeezed shut and I broke away from him with a cry when he pushed into me. He pressed kisses to my cheeks and eyes and nose and chin, whispering something that I didn’t hear. It’s not that it didn’t hurt, it fucking did, but it was … fuck, I don’t even know.
And then Yoochun moved. I arched my back, head pressed into the pillow as I screamed out his name. His lips were on my neck, and the only thing I caught in his whispers was making sure I was okay. I tightened my legs around his body and thrust up, forcing his cock even deeper inside me.
“Move, Yoochun. Fucking move.”
I felt his smile on my skin. Very slowly he pulled out of me and then pressed back in.
“Fuck,” I whispered. My hands moved from the death grip on the bed spread and latched onto his shoulders.
He chuckled. “I’m glad you don’t have nails.”
I growled and dug harder. “Then I’ll leave bruises.”
His breathing went uneven. “You won’t have time to leave bruises. Fuck, Min.”
His thrusts into my body sped up. His eyes closed, his tongue darted out to lick lips and then his head lowered, body shaking as he moaned. His cock jerked and he filled me with come. His elbows collapsed and somehow, he found my lips to kiss me, lazy, sloppy. We rolled over, and both groaned when he slipped from my body. I pressed him to the bed. Kissed him harder, until he broke away.
“You are going to get hard again,” I growled and grabbed his cock, slick with come and lube, “and then you’re going to fuck me again. And then again, until I can’t fucking walk.”
Yoochun shivered. “I take it you liked it then.”
I brought my messy hand to his mouth and helped him lick it clean. “Fuck, yes, I liked it.”
He frowned.
“What?”
“You’re not going to turn into a bottom, are you?” Yoochun asked.
I scoffed. “Don’t worry.” He shivered at the growl in my voice. I reached behind me and grabbed his hard cock. “I can still dominate you from the bottom.” I sat up, held his cock against my hole and then impaled myself on it.
Yoochun practically screamed.
“Now, fuck me again.”
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Three weeks later, I had Yoochun pinned up against the wall backstage. The auditorium was packed with people. Fliers for the concert had been posted all over school. Fliers that said there would be a special piano performance by Park Yoochun.
Yoochun always had attention at school. Everywhere he went girls cooed and awed over him and boys considered themselves lucky to get a hello from him in the hall. After the fliers had been posted, it was ten times worse.
“Oh my god, Chunnie, you play the piano, why didn’t you tell us, play for us please, we want to hear you play.”
His fangirls were constantly hanging on him, no matter how much I growled at them. They formed crowds outside of his classrooms and the lines to greet him at lunch were enough that we started leaving school to eat off campus. The four of us ended up being his body guards, pushing through the students, just so he could get to class on time.
Yoochun and I stopped practicing at school, and used Yunho’s ballroom instead.
Yoochun was set to play five songs total. Three by himself and then two with me singing.
The day before, Yoochun had been cornered at home, a flier shoved in his face and a reminder of the consequences should he perform. He packed a bag, stormed out and spent the night at Yunho’s.
“I can’t do this, Minnie, I can’t.”
I kissed him softly. With a smile, I grabbed his tie and tugged on it a bit, bringing our mouths together again. He smiled against my lips.
“Yes, you can.” I hugged him, and then slid my hand between our bodies and cupped his cock.
“Minnie.” He tried to push my hand away.
“What?” I replied innocently and used both hands to undo his pants. When my cool hand met the heat of his skin, he whimpered. His cock grew hard in my hand. “You need to relax.”
“Someone might see,” he whispered harshly.
“I know.” I freed his cock from his boxers.
“Don’t, Changmin. Not here.”
“Yes, here.”
I dropped to my knees and his noise of surprise turned to a moan as I engulfed his cock. It’d been a good three days since we’d last been together.
Yoochun’s hands settled on my shoulders, half trying to push me away, but I grabbed his hips and held him against the wall as I sucked on his cock. I wanted to take him deep, feel him in the back of my throat, but I had to perform tonight, too.
Professor Kim was announced to applause, and he started his introduction of the night’s events. An opening number by a quartet, and then the full choir and then Yoochun.
I used my hand, hummed and moaned and licked his cock.
There was more applause as the string quartet came on stage and started their portion.
Yoochun grew harder in my mouth, and then with a single quiet gasp as a warning, he came, fingers digging into my scalp. I swallowed what I could and then licked him clean, as he squirmed and tugged on my clothes to get me to stop. I stood up, tucked him back into his clothes and then kissed him.
“Changmin!”
We broke apart as the choir director came around the corner.
“There you are. I thought I lost my key soloist.”
“Sorry,” I replied with a bow. “You know I’d never miss this.”
“Yes, yes. Well, come on. We’re about to go on stage.”
“I’ll be right there.”
I waited until he left and then hugged Yoochun tightly. Behind his back, I sent a mayday SOS text to Jaejoong.
“I can’t do this. I can’t.”
“You’re going to be great, okay? You’ll be amazing, because you are amazing.” I straightened his clothes for him. I hoped Jaejoong got there before Yoochun could bolt. I heard my name hissed again.
“I have to go.” I kissed him once more and then said, “See you on stage.”
The concert went off without a hitch.
Yoochun was amazing. Only I could tell he was nervous when he went onstage. Well, Jaejoong probably could tell, too, but Yoochun bowed and smiled at the audience and then sat at the piano and started playing Tchaikovsky. After the first song, he introduced himself and said the name of the song he played and then the name of the next song. It was one he had written; one with flowing notes. I asked him once if he’d written lyrics to it and he said, no, that it wasn’t a song for lyrics, just for feeling. And looking out into the audience, I knew that it had done what it was supposed to.
After that one, he introduced me.
Jaejoong was still backstage with me and smacked my ass as I headed to the stage.
“Don’t make out with him,” he whispered, and I laughed.
I met Yoochun’s eyes and smiled at him.
“This is really all his fault,” Yoochun said in the microphone.
“What?” I replied.
“Your fault I’m up here.”
“No, it’s not. I didn’t teach you to play the piano.”
He smiled. “Are you ready to sing?”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“Make sure you voice doesn’t waver on the third verse like it did in rehearsals.”
I stuck my tongue out at him and the audience laughed. And then Yoochun played. It was an old, classic, traditional Korean song; one that made the men puff with pride, and the women wipe wet eyes. And my voice never wavered.
The next song we performed was “I Hope” by the band FT Island. I hadn’t wanted to sing it, but Yoochun convinced me.
“You get to dance and play with the crowd,” he said.
I didn’t agree until I realized that the only reason why I didn’t want to do it was so that I wouldn’t get that much attention. And then Yoochun sicked Yunho and Junsu on me and they taught me some simple dance moves.
The crowd loved it. I loved it. Their cheers and applause when I was done made me smile and I was floating, seriously floating. I turned to Yoochun and bowed. To my surprise, he rose from the bench and gave me a firm hug. I forgot about the lights and the audience and everything as I hugged him back.
“You’re such an attention whore,” he whispered. “Get off my stage.”
I laughed, just barely caught myself from kissing his cheek, and then bowed to the audience and went backstage.
Jae was still there, and he’d been joined by Junsu.
“Where’s Yunho?” I mouthed.
“Watching his little sister,” Jae whispered.
On stage, Yoochun sat back at his piano. “This last song I wrote for … well, for someone special to me. Heartbreak is a curious thing, and it inspires lyrics better than any other emotion, even love. Please enjoy it.”
He played and sang Jaejoong’s song. Half way through the song, arms wrapped around me and Jae pressed his face in my shoulder. He was shaking, like he was crying. I turned around and hugged him, and leaned my head on his. It always amazed me how much emotion Yoochun put into his performances. Even if he’d sung this song hundreds and hundreds of times over the last three weeks, he sang it tonight like it was the first time.
“I love that song,” Jae whispered when it was done.
“That’s because it’s about you,” Junsu said, and we both chuckled.
The next moment, someone else was there, trying to squeeze between Jae and me. We moved and let Yoochun join us. He was shaking harder than Jaejoong. Professor Kim was on stage, thanking everyone and the performers.
“You were fantastic,” Jae said. “Perfect. Flawless.”
“Now you’re describing yourself,” Yoochun said with a tear filled smile.
Jae grinned. “You’re finally worthy of my friendship.”
Yoochun scoffed and then pushed Jae away. “My boyfriend,” he muttered and then hugged me. I held him until he calmed down, watching as Jae and Junsu averted the revelers.
“You need to go meet your public,” I told him.
“I know.” He pulled away. “I’m more nervous about talking to the deans of those schools than I am about performing.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”
Yoochun took a deep breath. And then suddenly Jae was there with face wipes and a mirror and before Yoochun could stop him, he dabbed concealer on his face.
“Jae!” he shouted.
“You look like shit, Yoochun,” Jae said. “And it’s only a little bit. It’s not going to kill you.”
Yoochun grumbled but stayed quiet.
Jae frowned. “You need some eyeliner.”
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I kept Yoochun in my line of sight as we were both prodded and pulled around the cafeteria. The tables had been moved and refreshments were being served. My mom held my arm tightly, basking in the praise I was receiving for my performance. My father stayed stoic on my other side.
“Changmin!”
I turned at the shout and smiled at Yunho as he weaved his way over. He hollered and then picked me up and swung me around.
“That was awesome! You remembered all those dance steps perfectly.”
“I had a great teacher.”
Yunho smacked my shoulder. “You’re just smart.”
He then turned to the two adults behind him, and I immediately dropped my eyes and bowed when I realized they were his parents.
I stuttered a formal greeting and then introduced my parents.
Yunho’s mom cupped my face and kissed both of my cheeks. “You were wonderful. I have been wanting to meet Yunho’s new friend.”
“Thank you, but next time I will do better,” I said humbly.
Our fathers were talking about my future schooling, and I winced when I heard, “he’s going to be a lawyer.”
“Come on,” Yunho said and tugged on my arm, “let’s go find the others.”
Yoochun was still being passed around, Professor Kim at his elbow. For as many times as he bowed, I knew I was going to have to massage he back later.
We found Jaejoong surround by a bunch of girls.
“His sisters,” Yunho muttered in my ear, right before all eight of them pounced on us. They straightened my tie and ruffled my hair and cooed things at me, and all I could do was glare at Jaejoong as he laughed and laughed and laughed.
HyeGyo was attached to Yunho’s arm. “I bet you taught him those dance moves, didn’t you, Yunho oppa?”
Yunho cringed but smiled down at her the best he could. “Yes. Junsu and I did.”
“I wish you had danced up there with him. I love watching you dance.”
“Next time, Junsu and I will be back up dancers.”
“Changmin.”
I turned at the sound of Professor Lee’s voice and then bowed when I saw he wasn’t alone. Yoochun stood behind them, smirking at me.
“This is Professor Lee Baegsu and President Cho Sungmin from the Musical Academy of Seoul.”
I bowed even more deeply, and muttered polite greetings.
“We love your voice, Shim Changmin-shi,” Professor Lee said. “We would love to have you audition for the Academy. I can almost guarantee that you will make it, especially since Professor Kim has told us that you’re a guarantee for valedictorian this year.”
“I’m honored,” I said with another bow, “but my father has already secured a place for me in law school.”
“That’s too bad, but I’m sure you’ll make a fine lawyer.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Professor Kim said something about going to talk to someone else, and the men left.
Yoochun grabbed my arm and dragged me away. “I need a fucking cigarette.”
I laughed and followed him through the school hallways.
He had his cigarette lit almost before he got outside. He took a deep drag, moaned and then exhaled.
“Usually only I can make you moan like that,” I said.
He smiled, “Yes, but I can’t have you right now.”
“Really? I think we’ve proven that there are plenty of places around this school for a quickie without getting caught.”
Yoochun laughed.
We sat on the steps, shivering. It was cold now, with winter just a couple weeks away. I wanted to curl up and hold him.
“Shim Changmin-shi.”
We both turned and I stood up quickly and bowed at the man behind us.
“My name is Kwon YongWoo.” I took the offered business card. “I’m a talent scout. I work for Purple Line Models and we would be really interested in having you come down to the agency.”
I stared at him, and then at his business car and then at him. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
“I know it’s not something you smart kids go for. I heard Professor Kim spouting your credentials at anyone that would listen, but you’re tall and incredibly good looking, Shim Changmin-shi. I hope you consider the offer.”
“I promise I will.”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
We exchanged bows and then the man went back inside.
“Holy shit, Minnie. Modeling? You should do it.”
I scoffed and sat back on the stairs. “My parents are not going to let me be a model.”
“You don’t have to tell them you’re going to audition.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Give me one good reason why you shouldn’t do this that doesn’t have to do with your parents.”
I opened my mouth to say that I didn’t want to. That I wouldn’t make a good model. That I was better with books. And then shut my mouth. Yoochun wouldn’t consider those good reasons.
He smirked and then put his hands on my knees and leaned over me. “You don’t want to be a lawyer, Minnie. And maybe modeling isn’t for you either, but you’ll never know until you try. You talked me into this huge performance thing and now my entire fucking life is going to be different. I’m going to be cut off from my family. I’m going to live with Yunho. I have no idea what I’m going to do in college. It was crazy, it was insane, and probably the scariest thing I’ve ever done in my life. But I survived. So now, it’s my turn to talk you into this. And before you even think of protesting, let me save you the breath. Fuck, Changmin, you’re tall and you’re fucking gorgeous, so you would make a great model. And this will give you a chance to do something besides study all the time.”
I shut him up with a kiss. “Fine. I’ll do it. If you promise to shut up.”
Yoochun grinned.
My hand found the comfort of his tie.
“Come on. Let’s get back in there before someone else comes looking for us.”
Chapter 13 - performing acts - i knew this would be more fun
Chapter 11 - … oh, right, because I haven’t had a boyfriend in my entire high school career
Chapter 10 - can you please tell me why I haven’t spent my entire high school experience doing this?
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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