Don't Hate Me 14/?
Title: Don't Hate Me 14/?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits
Rating: eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Damn it.
Warnings: ... um, possible incest and a tiny bit of pedophilia if you really want to think of it that way
Summary: Senior year of high school, Jaejoong's mom gets married. But a new, quiet step-brother isn't going to distract Jaejoong from what's important. Right?
A/N: I need someone to make me a fic poster for this!!!
And now you understand why when I'm on hiatus, I only post once or twice a week
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
They ate lunch naked, curled up on Jaejoong’s bed, sucking on each others’ chopsticks, and then Jae practically threw the food away from them, and tackled Changmin and fucked him again. Quick and messy, but still so full of need. By the end of it, Jae was close to tears.
“God, you’re acting like we’ll never see each other again. Care to tell me something, hyung? Breaking up with me already?”
Jae swatted his shoulder, and then kissed it, breath hitching. “No, this week has just been surreal.”
“I know.” Changmin glanced at the clock. “We really need to get some clothes on.”
“Don’t wanna,” Jae said, sliding their messy, sweaty skin together.
“I know, but we have to. How many showers are we going to take today?”
Jae smiled. “You go first. I’m going to wait until you leave to cry.”
“Girl.”
“Don’t care. This sucks.”
Changmin sighed. “Yeah, it does.”
[o]
When their parents got home, they found Jae and Changmin on the couch, curled up together, sleeping, under a blanket. Jae had put in a movie that they hadn’t watched, and the late night, plus morning fucking, plus warmth of bodies had lulled them into sleep pretty easily.
Jae’s mom shook his shoulder. “Baby Jae?”
Jae mmed for a moment, tightening his hold on Changmin and then his eyes opened and he practically screamed and rolled over, throwing Changmin to the floor and sitting up.
“God, Mom, don’t do that,” he said, chest heaving. “Scared me to death.”
She smiled. “Well, I am sorry. But it’s good to see you two getting along. Did you have a good week?”
Jae grinned and looked at Changmin. “Pretty awesome.”
Changmin couldn’t quite stop the blush.
“What did you guys do?” Kangwon asked.
Jae met his eyes, and fought to keep his smile. They were suspicious, dark. “Just did the whole getting to know you all week.”
“You have a black eye,” Kangwon said, and then turned to Changmin. “So do you. What the-”
“Calm down, Dad. Some kids at school were giving me a hard time, so Jaejoong helped me out.”
“Oh, Minnie,” Jae’s mom said and started ruffling his hair and touching his face.
“I’m okay,” Changmin said.
“What happened?” she asked.
Jaejoong shrugged. “Someone decided he’d get to me by going through Changmin and sent three third years to beat him up. But don’t worry. Yoochun and I took care of it.”
“No one died?”
“Mom,” Jae said with a grin. “No. No one died. And the kid didn’t realize how much black mail material I have on him, so he’s promised to leave Changmin alone.”
His mom’s eyes narrowed. “The only person who I can think of who hates you that much is Yunho. Was it Yunho? I will talk to his parents.”
“No, Mom,” Jae said. “Yunho didn’t lay a finger on Changmin. He knows better. And we don’t hate each other. We’re just … not friends, or sort of friends. I don’t know. Yunho is being weird lately, but we don’t hate each other.”
“Good. Anything else exciting?”
“No. Unless you count Changmin being a freak of nature.”
“Hyung!” he shouted.
“Well, you are.” Leaning up to his mom, he said in a loud whisper, “He made me understand calculus.”
His mom’s eyes went wide.
“I know. Freak of nature.”
Changmin landed his fist really hard into Jae’s thigh.
“Ow, Minnie,” Jae said and just like that he was chasing him into the kitchen. Almost immediately, Changmin stopped, Jae almost ran into him. Changmin put his finger to his lips, and they stood by the door, listening.
“See, honey?” Jae’s mom said. “And you were worried about leaving them alone. They’re friends now. It all worked out.”
“Yeah,” Kangwon replied. “I was being paranoid.”
Changmin met Jae’s eyes and took a deep breath and moved across the kitchen. “He knows.”
Jae followed. He wanted so badly to pull Changmin into a hug. “No, he doesn’t.”
“He will.”
“No, he won’t.”
“You boys done fighting?” Jae’s mom asked.
“Yeah,” Changmin said, with a quick smile. “He gave up.”
Jae slugged him. “I did not. I let you win, dongsaeng.”
Changmin slugged him back. “You’re an old man, hyung.”
“Alright, alright,” Kangwon said. “You’re friends now.”
Jae saw his mom frown, and he said quickly, “Oh, and freak-of-nature-genius boy can make dokkbokki better than I can.”
This time Jae’s mom stared at Changmin critically. “No one makes dokkbokki better than my baby Jae.”
“Trust me, Mrs. Kim. Mine is better.”
“Why don’t you two go unpack and stuff, and we’ll make you some?”
“Great idea,” Kangwon said and they left the kitchen.
The two were silent for a moment and then Changmin said, “I really hope they make these vacations a frequent thing.”
Jae laughed. “Me, too.” He dared a kiss to Changmin’s cheek and then said, “Come on. Dinner.”
“Rather fuck you,” Changmin muttered as he went about getting dokkbokki ready.
[o]
It was two a.m. Jaejoong couldn’t sleep. He rolled to one side, searching for Changmin’s warmth, and then to the other in despair when he didn’t touch it.
The whole evening had been awkward, to say the least. Jae and Changmin had done their best not to touch too much, or anything, and Kangwon kept glaring at Jaejoong like Jae was covered in leprosy. He wondered where this animosity had come from. Before he left, he was very nice and was trying to get to know Jaejoong. And now the man barely said two words to him.
God, Jae needed Changmin so badly. So badly.
He almost missed the click of his door opening. His breath caught when the bed dipped and then long arms he knew well wrapped around him from behind.
“I miss you,” Changmin said below a whisper.
“I miss you, too,” Jae said, and turned around so he could nuzzle into Changmin’s neck. Their lips met in a desperate kiss.
Trying to break it, Jae said, “Go back to bed, Min. Please. What if-”
Changmin sighed. “I know. But I can’t sleep.”
“Me neither, but we have to-”
“I know,” Changmin snapped and then kissed him in apology. He very slowly climbed out of the bed, fingertips trailing on Jaejoong’s arm. “See you in a few hours.”
“Feels like a lifetime.”
Jae managed to fall asleep a little before four. His alarm went off at 5:30. He trudged through his morning shower, somehow he managed to get all his clothes on, and then he stumbled into the kitchen. Kangwon had his mom pressed up against the counter, kissing her, and they were giggling like they were teenagers.
Fuck them.
Jae grumbled something, and his mom looked over and smiled. “Morning, Baby Jae. You look like shit.”
“Didn’t sleep well.”
His mom was by his side immediately. “You’re still having problems sleeping? I am-”
“I’m fine, Mom,” Jae said and ducked away from her hands to get a cup of coffee.
“You need to eat breakfast,” she said, after a few minutes.
“I’m not hungry.”
Changmin barreled down the stairs, sliding to a stop in the kitchen. “I thought you left without me.”
“It’s only six,” Jaejoong said.
Kangwon scowled. “Why are you up? School isn’t until nine. You don’t have to escort him. I think he knows how to get to school himself.”
“I’ve been helping him study, Dad.”
Kangwon turned the glare to Jaejoong.
Jae raised his eyebrows. “What? Your son is smart, if you didn’t notice.”
“Jae,” Changmin said with a small headshake.
Jae ignored him. “I’ve been struggling with calculus for over a year, but for some reason, the way he’s taught me, it makes sense. I have a test this morning, so he’s going to help me review for it.”
Jae’s mom hugged Changmin. “You really are a freak of nature,” she said and laughed when Changmin blushed.
“If you’re going to eat breakfast, then eat,” Jae said. “I’ll be outside.”
“You should stop smoking, young man,” his mom said with a frown.
“Yeah, I know.”
He brushed by Changmin, breath hitching when their hands touched. God, he needed to kiss him. He put on his shoes and grabbed his backpack and went outside to wait for Changmin.
Changmin didn’t take long, leaving the house with a bread roll in his hand, a frown on his face.
“What?” he asked.
Changmin shook his head. “Dad says I’m supposed to stay away from you. Practically growled at me. I don’t get it. Last week, he was telling me to be nice to you and be friends.”
Jae nodded. “Trust me, I’ve noticed. I’ll talk to my mom. See what’s different.”
“God, then your mom got in his face about it, and they started arguing in a way that newlyweds do. Well, from my point of view and all that other thinly veiled crap on how to hide an argument and call it a discussion.”
Jae laughed. He slung an arm around Changmin’s waist and leaned his head on his shoulder. “Missed you last night.”
Changmin put his arm around his shoulders. “Yeah. Did you sleep?”
“Maybe for a couple hours.”
“Lucky. This is really, really, really going to suck.”
“We’ll get used to it. Eventually.”
“Not something I want to get used to.”
“Me neither.”
They walked in silence, not pulling apart until they were close to school. They went to the library and sat at their usual table. Jae pulled out his homework and tried to concentrate on derivatives and cross partials and tangent lines. Changmin set his head on the table, and a hand on Jae’s leg, watching as Jae struggled.
“Your hand is making it hard to concentrate,” Jae whispered.
Changmin squeezed, let his hand inch higher before pulling it away.
“Fuck, Min,” Jae breathed as he was hard in about a nanosecond.
Changmin smiled.
Yoochun dropped his bag to the table, and Junsu soon followed. “Hey. Wow. What is wrong with you two?”
“Parents are home,” Jae replied.
“Oh, right. Blue balls.”
Jae kicked him under the table. “Fuck off.”
A moment later, Yunho pulled up a chair to their table. “You two suck,” he said.
“You’re just jealous,” Yoochun said.
Junsu giggled. “You need to get laid, Yunho.”
“Yes, well, the person I want to lay won’t let me touch him, so you’ll have to deal with me being bitchy.”
Jae looked at Yoochun. “Since when did we start dealing with him?”
“You invited him with us to karaoke.”
“Right. Why did I do that?”
“BooJae,” Yunho whined.
Jae rolled his eyes. “Just sit there in silence, please. Or go hang out with your basketball buddies. I saw Taeyang earlier.”
Yunho pouted.
Changmin swatted Jae’s shoulder. “Be nice,” he said.
Jae smacked him back. “Fuck you.”
“You wish you could.”
Jae let his head fall to the table. “God, this fucking sucks.”
“What’s going on?” Yunho asked.
“Nothing,” Jae said, but Yoochun said, “Their parents are home from Hong Kong.”
“Ah. Blue ba-“
Jae reached over Changmin and tried to hit Yunho. Yoochun and Junsu collapsed into each other, giggling.
“I hate you all,” Jae muttered, and tried to go back to his homework.
[o]
After depositing Changmin in his class (with a few of their secret handshakes), Jaejoong went straight to the roof. He smoked a cigarette and then the door opened and Yoochun appeared just as the warning bell rang.
“I have a proposition for you,” Jae said.
“Huh?”
Jae looked at him, debating. And then kicked himself. He should have kept his mouth shut. Yoochun met his eyes, and then rolled them dramatically.
“Why are you asking? You know I’ll say yes.”
Jae sighed. “But this is our place.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“Technically, I didn’t.”
“Technically, you’re bisexual.”
Jae laughed. “You don’t mind?”
“Of course, I mind, but if you’re going to share, then I want to share.”
Jae turned and leaned against the railing, his back to the view. “So how do we do this? You want before school, I get after school?”
“Fuck, why not just have a foursome?”
Jae smacked him. “None of you are getting your hands on Changmin.”
“Too bad. Kid is too hot for his own good.”
Jae sighed.
“What else is wrong?” Yoochun asked.
“Changmin’s dad told him to stay away from me.”
“What? I thought he was trying to get you to be friends?”
“He was, but he’s done a complete one eighty. He’s been glaring at me since they got back.”
“That’s … odd.”
“I know. I’m going to talk to my mom after school today.”
The final bell rang.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said, and tossed his cigarette. “We have a calculus test. Come on.”
Part 15: Revealing Some Things
Part 13: Stretching Out Time
Part 12: Making amends
Part 11: Fighting to Understand
Part 10: Fucking ... yeah, fucking
Part 9: Solving Stupid Problems
Part 8: Hitting your Face
Part 7: Protecting What's Mine
Part 6: Thrusting Into Insanity
Part 5: Kissing away your Tears
Part 4: Moaning Into Kisses
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 2: Trying to Hold Back
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits
Rating: eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Damn it.
Warnings: ... um, possible incest and a tiny bit of pedophilia if you really want to think of it that way
Summary: Senior year of high school, Jaejoong's mom gets married. But a new, quiet step-brother isn't going to distract Jaejoong from what's important. Right?
A/N: I need someone to make me a fic poster for this!!!
And now you understand why when I'm on hiatus, I only post once or twice a week
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
They ate lunch naked, curled up on Jaejoong’s bed, sucking on each others’ chopsticks, and then Jae practically threw the food away from them, and tackled Changmin and fucked him again. Quick and messy, but still so full of need. By the end of it, Jae was close to tears.
“God, you’re acting like we’ll never see each other again. Care to tell me something, hyung? Breaking up with me already?”
Jae swatted his shoulder, and then kissed it, breath hitching. “No, this week has just been surreal.”
“I know.” Changmin glanced at the clock. “We really need to get some clothes on.”
“Don’t wanna,” Jae said, sliding their messy, sweaty skin together.
“I know, but we have to. How many showers are we going to take today?”
Jae smiled. “You go first. I’m going to wait until you leave to cry.”
“Girl.”
“Don’t care. This sucks.”
Changmin sighed. “Yeah, it does.”
[o]
When their parents got home, they found Jae and Changmin on the couch, curled up together, sleeping, under a blanket. Jae had put in a movie that they hadn’t watched, and the late night, plus morning fucking, plus warmth of bodies had lulled them into sleep pretty easily.
Jae’s mom shook his shoulder. “Baby Jae?”
Jae mmed for a moment, tightening his hold on Changmin and then his eyes opened and he practically screamed and rolled over, throwing Changmin to the floor and sitting up.
“God, Mom, don’t do that,” he said, chest heaving. “Scared me to death.”
She smiled. “Well, I am sorry. But it’s good to see you two getting along. Did you have a good week?”
Jae grinned and looked at Changmin. “Pretty awesome.”
Changmin couldn’t quite stop the blush.
“What did you guys do?” Kangwon asked.
Jae met his eyes, and fought to keep his smile. They were suspicious, dark. “Just did the whole getting to know you all week.”
“You have a black eye,” Kangwon said, and then turned to Changmin. “So do you. What the-”
“Calm down, Dad. Some kids at school were giving me a hard time, so Jaejoong helped me out.”
“Oh, Minnie,” Jae’s mom said and started ruffling his hair and touching his face.
“I’m okay,” Changmin said.
“What happened?” she asked.
Jaejoong shrugged. “Someone decided he’d get to me by going through Changmin and sent three third years to beat him up. But don’t worry. Yoochun and I took care of it.”
“No one died?”
“Mom,” Jae said with a grin. “No. No one died. And the kid didn’t realize how much black mail material I have on him, so he’s promised to leave Changmin alone.”
His mom’s eyes narrowed. “The only person who I can think of who hates you that much is Yunho. Was it Yunho? I will talk to his parents.”
“No, Mom,” Jae said. “Yunho didn’t lay a finger on Changmin. He knows better. And we don’t hate each other. We’re just … not friends, or sort of friends. I don’t know. Yunho is being weird lately, but we don’t hate each other.”
“Good. Anything else exciting?”
“No. Unless you count Changmin being a freak of nature.”
“Hyung!” he shouted.
“Well, you are.” Leaning up to his mom, he said in a loud whisper, “He made me understand calculus.”
His mom’s eyes went wide.
“I know. Freak of nature.”
Changmin landed his fist really hard into Jae’s thigh.
“Ow, Minnie,” Jae said and just like that he was chasing him into the kitchen. Almost immediately, Changmin stopped, Jae almost ran into him. Changmin put his finger to his lips, and they stood by the door, listening.
“See, honey?” Jae’s mom said. “And you were worried about leaving them alone. They’re friends now. It all worked out.”
“Yeah,” Kangwon replied. “I was being paranoid.”
Changmin met Jae’s eyes and took a deep breath and moved across the kitchen. “He knows.”
Jae followed. He wanted so badly to pull Changmin into a hug. “No, he doesn’t.”
“He will.”
“No, he won’t.”
“You boys done fighting?” Jae’s mom asked.
“Yeah,” Changmin said, with a quick smile. “He gave up.”
Jae slugged him. “I did not. I let you win, dongsaeng.”
Changmin slugged him back. “You’re an old man, hyung.”
“Alright, alright,” Kangwon said. “You’re friends now.”
Jae saw his mom frown, and he said quickly, “Oh, and freak-of-nature-genius boy can make dokkbokki better than I can.”
This time Jae’s mom stared at Changmin critically. “No one makes dokkbokki better than my baby Jae.”
“Trust me, Mrs. Kim. Mine is better.”
“Why don’t you two go unpack and stuff, and we’ll make you some?”
“Great idea,” Kangwon said and they left the kitchen.
The two were silent for a moment and then Changmin said, “I really hope they make these vacations a frequent thing.”
Jae laughed. “Me, too.” He dared a kiss to Changmin’s cheek and then said, “Come on. Dinner.”
“Rather fuck you,” Changmin muttered as he went about getting dokkbokki ready.
[o]
It was two a.m. Jaejoong couldn’t sleep. He rolled to one side, searching for Changmin’s warmth, and then to the other in despair when he didn’t touch it.
The whole evening had been awkward, to say the least. Jae and Changmin had done their best not to touch too much, or anything, and Kangwon kept glaring at Jaejoong like Jae was covered in leprosy. He wondered where this animosity had come from. Before he left, he was very nice and was trying to get to know Jaejoong. And now the man barely said two words to him.
God, Jae needed Changmin so badly. So badly.
He almost missed the click of his door opening. His breath caught when the bed dipped and then long arms he knew well wrapped around him from behind.
“I miss you,” Changmin said below a whisper.
“I miss you, too,” Jae said, and turned around so he could nuzzle into Changmin’s neck. Their lips met in a desperate kiss.
Trying to break it, Jae said, “Go back to bed, Min. Please. What if-”
Changmin sighed. “I know. But I can’t sleep.”
“Me neither, but we have to-”
“I know,” Changmin snapped and then kissed him in apology. He very slowly climbed out of the bed, fingertips trailing on Jaejoong’s arm. “See you in a few hours.”
“Feels like a lifetime.”
Jae managed to fall asleep a little before four. His alarm went off at 5:30. He trudged through his morning shower, somehow he managed to get all his clothes on, and then he stumbled into the kitchen. Kangwon had his mom pressed up against the counter, kissing her, and they were giggling like they were teenagers.
Fuck them.
Jae grumbled something, and his mom looked over and smiled. “Morning, Baby Jae. You look like shit.”
“Didn’t sleep well.”
His mom was by his side immediately. “You’re still having problems sleeping? I am-”
“I’m fine, Mom,” Jae said and ducked away from her hands to get a cup of coffee.
“You need to eat breakfast,” she said, after a few minutes.
“I’m not hungry.”
Changmin barreled down the stairs, sliding to a stop in the kitchen. “I thought you left without me.”
“It’s only six,” Jaejoong said.
Kangwon scowled. “Why are you up? School isn’t until nine. You don’t have to escort him. I think he knows how to get to school himself.”
“I’ve been helping him study, Dad.”
Kangwon turned the glare to Jaejoong.
Jae raised his eyebrows. “What? Your son is smart, if you didn’t notice.”
“Jae,” Changmin said with a small headshake.
Jae ignored him. “I’ve been struggling with calculus for over a year, but for some reason, the way he’s taught me, it makes sense. I have a test this morning, so he’s going to help me review for it.”
Jae’s mom hugged Changmin. “You really are a freak of nature,” she said and laughed when Changmin blushed.
“If you’re going to eat breakfast, then eat,” Jae said. “I’ll be outside.”
“You should stop smoking, young man,” his mom said with a frown.
“Yeah, I know.”
He brushed by Changmin, breath hitching when their hands touched. God, he needed to kiss him. He put on his shoes and grabbed his backpack and went outside to wait for Changmin.
Changmin didn’t take long, leaving the house with a bread roll in his hand, a frown on his face.
“What?” he asked.
Changmin shook his head. “Dad says I’m supposed to stay away from you. Practically growled at me. I don’t get it. Last week, he was telling me to be nice to you and be friends.”
Jae nodded. “Trust me, I’ve noticed. I’ll talk to my mom. See what’s different.”
“God, then your mom got in his face about it, and they started arguing in a way that newlyweds do. Well, from my point of view and all that other thinly veiled crap on how to hide an argument and call it a discussion.”
Jae laughed. He slung an arm around Changmin’s waist and leaned his head on his shoulder. “Missed you last night.”
Changmin put his arm around his shoulders. “Yeah. Did you sleep?”
“Maybe for a couple hours.”
“Lucky. This is really, really, really going to suck.”
“We’ll get used to it. Eventually.”
“Not something I want to get used to.”
“Me neither.”
They walked in silence, not pulling apart until they were close to school. They went to the library and sat at their usual table. Jae pulled out his homework and tried to concentrate on derivatives and cross partials and tangent lines. Changmin set his head on the table, and a hand on Jae’s leg, watching as Jae struggled.
“Your hand is making it hard to concentrate,” Jae whispered.
Changmin squeezed, let his hand inch higher before pulling it away.
“Fuck, Min,” Jae breathed as he was hard in about a nanosecond.
Changmin smiled.
Yoochun dropped his bag to the table, and Junsu soon followed. “Hey. Wow. What is wrong with you two?”
“Parents are home,” Jae replied.
“Oh, right. Blue balls.”
Jae kicked him under the table. “Fuck off.”
A moment later, Yunho pulled up a chair to their table. “You two suck,” he said.
“You’re just jealous,” Yoochun said.
Junsu giggled. “You need to get laid, Yunho.”
“Yes, well, the person I want to lay won’t let me touch him, so you’ll have to deal with me being bitchy.”
Jae looked at Yoochun. “Since when did we start dealing with him?”
“You invited him with us to karaoke.”
“Right. Why did I do that?”
“BooJae,” Yunho whined.
Jae rolled his eyes. “Just sit there in silence, please. Or go hang out with your basketball buddies. I saw Taeyang earlier.”
Yunho pouted.
Changmin swatted Jae’s shoulder. “Be nice,” he said.
Jae smacked him back. “Fuck you.”
“You wish you could.”
Jae let his head fall to the table. “God, this fucking sucks.”
“What’s going on?” Yunho asked.
“Nothing,” Jae said, but Yoochun said, “Their parents are home from Hong Kong.”
“Ah. Blue ba-“
Jae reached over Changmin and tried to hit Yunho. Yoochun and Junsu collapsed into each other, giggling.
“I hate you all,” Jae muttered, and tried to go back to his homework.
[o]
After depositing Changmin in his class (with a few of their secret handshakes), Jaejoong went straight to the roof. He smoked a cigarette and then the door opened and Yoochun appeared just as the warning bell rang.
“I have a proposition for you,” Jae said.
“Huh?”
Jae looked at him, debating. And then kicked himself. He should have kept his mouth shut. Yoochun met his eyes, and then rolled them dramatically.
“Why are you asking? You know I’ll say yes.”
Jae sighed. “But this is our place.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“Technically, I didn’t.”
“Technically, you’re bisexual.”
Jae laughed. “You don’t mind?”
“Of course, I mind, but if you’re going to share, then I want to share.”
Jae turned and leaned against the railing, his back to the view. “So how do we do this? You want before school, I get after school?”
“Fuck, why not just have a foursome?”
Jae smacked him. “None of you are getting your hands on Changmin.”
“Too bad. Kid is too hot for his own good.”
Jae sighed.
“What else is wrong?” Yoochun asked.
“Changmin’s dad told him to stay away from me.”
“What? I thought he was trying to get you to be friends?”
“He was, but he’s done a complete one eighty. He’s been glaring at me since they got back.”
“That’s … odd.”
“I know. I’m going to talk to my mom after school today.”
The final bell rang.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said, and tossed his cigarette. “We have a calculus test. Come on.”
Part 15: Revealing Some Things
Part 13: Stretching Out Time
Part 12: Making amends
Part 11: Fighting to Understand
Part 10: Fucking ... yeah, fucking
Part 9: Solving Stupid Problems
Part 8: Hitting your Face
Part 7: Protecting What's Mine
Part 6: Thrusting Into Insanity
Part 5: Kissing away your Tears
Part 4: Moaning Into Kisses
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 2: Trying to Hold Back
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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