(Fic) A Song for You - 2/3
Title: A Song For you
Length: Trilogy, Part 2
Characters: Park Yoochun, Kim Junsu, Jung Yunho
Pairings: Yoosu
Genre: Romance, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoochun is a composer and had some trouble coming up with new songs until he met Kim Junsu.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. Any relation to any real or actual person is coincidence.
Author’s notes: Original story by Souya Hamiwari. Comments are welcome.
Part 2
I thought about his proposition all through the weekend, replaying the kiss over in my mind. I mean I was not gay and I have not though of doing anything like that with a guy before, at least not until I met him. You could even say I was a player with the girls. Now, all I could think of was him and what could happen. I knew I was going to say yes but I needed the time to accept it.
The next time I met him in school I gave him the answer he wanted. He was surprised but happy at my decision. We agreed to seal the deal at my place.
He was beautiful, with his fair skin, toned body and curves in all the right places for a guy. It was more than I could imagine. His pouty lips was what I was dreaming about for the past few days, it promises so much, driving me crazy about what he could do with them and boy was he talented with those lips of his. When I see his blond head in between my legs, kissing me with those lips, I felt like I could come just like that, there and then. But heaven was actually where he sent me to a few minutes later with his talented mouth and tongue on my erection. I never came as fast as I did with that mouth wrapped around me, milking me.
His lithe and sensual body on mine was also something I couldn’t forget. The way he moves was too sinful to be described. That was not the only taste of heaven I got, having my hard shaft being squeezed by his hot and tight butt was more than I could bear too, making me came harder than I had ever came before. The cries of pleasure he made was like a beautiful melody that haunts me. I had never felt this way with any girls before. He was as good as he boasted; maybe even better, I was definitely hooked, wanting more.
He was now lying beside me on my bed. He liked like an angel when he is sleeping but was actually the devil when he is awake, tempting me to do things I would never have thought of. As I stared at him, he slowly begins to stir from his sleep. Sitting up, with only the blankets covering his modesty, he still looked as innocent as before but I knew better now.
“So, Yoochun, the deal is on? I will have to trouble you in future.” He said as he turned around to look at me. I could only nod, not trusting myself with him being so close to me, naked. After saying that, he moved to put on his clothes, covering that beautiful body of his, getting up to leave. I had to stop myself from holding him back.
“Oh, by the way, I have to make this clear to you first, I’m not gay.” Junsu said surprising me.
“Huh? What did you just say?” I was not sure I heard it right the first time.
“My family is poor so I have to use whatever means I have to survive and using my body is just one of them.” He stated it matter of factly, not ashamed of what he had to do.
I could empathize with him. It’s a shitty way for a musician to deal with life when you are poor. No wonder he is so interested and intent on winning the school competition. The winner will be offered an all expenses paid scholarship to the famous Julliard Music School in USA.
I have to admit that Junsu’s character might be a bit weird or eccentric but his music is too good to be true, often becoming one with the song he sings. Even the critic I am couldn’t help but be impressed by his talent.
Since we agreed on the deal, we arranged to practice together twice a week at the music room after our classes. Anymore of that, I will die from the pleasure or torture of being so close to my object of desire. After one of our practice session, he was smiling at me and saying that, “ Yoochun, don’t you think that was awesome? You know that you have been the best accompanist I ever had.” My heart was racing at the smile he gave me. Why did my heart beat so rapidly when he smiled at me? Was he the only one who had that effect on me?
“Yes, that scholarship is going to be mine.” He said with confidence.
“Why are you so sure you will win? What gives you the confidence?” I asked him.
“Well, if I’m not confident and don’t believe in myself, I wouldn’t have entered the competition in the first place.” He answered.
“That’s true.” You have to have the confidence to stand in front of a crowd to sing in the first place and most students came to this school to study for that reason.
“I told you before, I want to become a top musician in future and that means going into Julliard Music School or some other music school overseas. Staying here won't help my chances that much.” I pondered over his words a lot. He was more ambitious that I thought, unlike some of the students in the school who were just here to pass the time. He was really interested in becoming a musician and was striving to become one. I vowed to help him achieve his goal.
Junsu’s confidence in himself was also one of the drawing points of his singing. You can hear the joy he takes in performing a song, becoming one with the song, portraying the emotions so clearly and often engaging the audience with him. His performance was also full of charm. I was replaying his audition in my head, trying to come up with a tune that will suit him.
What kind of tune will suit his voice the best? It must match his image too, not only charming but one filled with feelings so that he could show his range. He is someone who is confident, almost to the point of being cocky, independent and a loner at heart, but once he opens his mouth to sing, it’s like he become a whole new person, changing his demeanor completely.
Shit, why am I suddenly thinking of all these things? It shouldn’t matter with me but it does. I think I’m beginning to fall for him or maybe I already had.
During one of our “payment” sessions, as I was lying in between his legs, moving forward to try to kiss him senseless as he often do to me, I was suddenly stopped.
“Yoochun, wait.” He said as he placed his hands on my chest to stop me from moving forward.
“Why? What’s wrong?” I asked him, stopping my advances but still hovering above him on the bed.
“I don’t know. That’s something different about you today. You seem more gentle and loving today.”
“Why? You don’t like it?” I looked into his face, looking for signs that he didn’t like what I was doing to him.
“No, that’s not it. It’s just weird, you’re behaving like we are a couple.” I stared at the beautiful boy underneath me; looking for signs that he reciprocates some of the feelings I have for him but failing to find any. I sighed and lifted myself away from him, moving to sit at the edge of my bed, my back towards him. I took out my cigarette and lighted it, hoping that it will give me some relieve.
“Yoochun, what’s wrong? Did I say something to anger you?” He asked in concern when he sees me moving away.
“No.” I said, drawing on my cigarette. What else could I said?
He moved, I could feel the dipping of the mattress as he moved to behind me. Suddenly hands encircled my waist as he moved to hug me from behind, pressing his body on mine and leaning his head on my shoulders.
“Yoochun. I’m sorry, please don’t be angry. Come back to bed.” He said as he plucked the cigarette out of my hand and snubbed it out on the ashtray beside my bed. I knew he doesn’t like the smoke as it could affect his vocals. I also knew I was worrying him with my silence.
“Junsu, do you go to bed with any guys, even those that you don’t like?” I asked, the question that has been bothering me since we started this arrangement.
“No. Of course not. What’s wrong with you today? Why are you suddenly asking me these questions?” he looked at me in puzzlement. He reached over to pull me in for a kiss like always and I let him. I should take some comfort that he liked me enough to go to bed with me, but somehow it doesn't ease the ache.
What could I say to him? That I was falling for him and I don’t want him doing these things with any other guys? To him, I’m just his accompanist and nothing more but he’s becoming something more to me. When did this happen? Looking at his sleeping form beside me, I can’t help but wants more from him.
TBC
Length: Trilogy, Part 2
Characters: Park Yoochun, Kim Junsu, Jung Yunho
Pairings: Yoosu
Genre: Romance, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoochun is a composer and had some trouble coming up with new songs until he met Kim Junsu.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. Any relation to any real or actual person is coincidence.
Author’s notes: Original story by Souya Hamiwari. Comments are welcome.
Part 2
I thought about his proposition all through the weekend, replaying the kiss over in my mind. I mean I was not gay and I have not though of doing anything like that with a guy before, at least not until I met him. You could even say I was a player with the girls. Now, all I could think of was him and what could happen. I knew I was going to say yes but I needed the time to accept it.
The next time I met him in school I gave him the answer he wanted. He was surprised but happy at my decision. We agreed to seal the deal at my place.
He was beautiful, with his fair skin, toned body and curves in all the right places for a guy. It was more than I could imagine. His pouty lips was what I was dreaming about for the past few days, it promises so much, driving me crazy about what he could do with them and boy was he talented with those lips of his. When I see his blond head in between my legs, kissing me with those lips, I felt like I could come just like that, there and then. But heaven was actually where he sent me to a few minutes later with his talented mouth and tongue on my erection. I never came as fast as I did with that mouth wrapped around me, milking me.
His lithe and sensual body on mine was also something I couldn’t forget. The way he moves was too sinful to be described. That was not the only taste of heaven I got, having my hard shaft being squeezed by his hot and tight butt was more than I could bear too, making me came harder than I had ever came before. The cries of pleasure he made was like a beautiful melody that haunts me. I had never felt this way with any girls before. He was as good as he boasted; maybe even better, I was definitely hooked, wanting more.
He was now lying beside me on my bed. He liked like an angel when he is sleeping but was actually the devil when he is awake, tempting me to do things I would never have thought of. As I stared at him, he slowly begins to stir from his sleep. Sitting up, with only the blankets covering his modesty, he still looked as innocent as before but I knew better now.
“So, Yoochun, the deal is on? I will have to trouble you in future.” He said as he turned around to look at me. I could only nod, not trusting myself with him being so close to me, naked. After saying that, he moved to put on his clothes, covering that beautiful body of his, getting up to leave. I had to stop myself from holding him back.
“Oh, by the way, I have to make this clear to you first, I’m not gay.” Junsu said surprising me.
“Huh? What did you just say?” I was not sure I heard it right the first time.
“My family is poor so I have to use whatever means I have to survive and using my body is just one of them.” He stated it matter of factly, not ashamed of what he had to do.
I could empathize with him. It’s a shitty way for a musician to deal with life when you are poor. No wonder he is so interested and intent on winning the school competition. The winner will be offered an all expenses paid scholarship to the famous Julliard Music School in USA.
I have to admit that Junsu’s character might be a bit weird or eccentric but his music is too good to be true, often becoming one with the song he sings. Even the critic I am couldn’t help but be impressed by his talent.
Since we agreed on the deal, we arranged to practice together twice a week at the music room after our classes. Anymore of that, I will die from the pleasure or torture of being so close to my object of desire. After one of our practice session, he was smiling at me and saying that, “ Yoochun, don’t you think that was awesome? You know that you have been the best accompanist I ever had.” My heart was racing at the smile he gave me. Why did my heart beat so rapidly when he smiled at me? Was he the only one who had that effect on me?
“Yes, that scholarship is going to be mine.” He said with confidence.
“Why are you so sure you will win? What gives you the confidence?” I asked him.
“Well, if I’m not confident and don’t believe in myself, I wouldn’t have entered the competition in the first place.” He answered.
“That’s true.” You have to have the confidence to stand in front of a crowd to sing in the first place and most students came to this school to study for that reason.
“I told you before, I want to become a top musician in future and that means going into Julliard Music School or some other music school overseas. Staying here won't help my chances that much.” I pondered over his words a lot. He was more ambitious that I thought, unlike some of the students in the school who were just here to pass the time. He was really interested in becoming a musician and was striving to become one. I vowed to help him achieve his goal.
Junsu’s confidence in himself was also one of the drawing points of his singing. You can hear the joy he takes in performing a song, becoming one with the song, portraying the emotions so clearly and often engaging the audience with him. His performance was also full of charm. I was replaying his audition in my head, trying to come up with a tune that will suit him.
What kind of tune will suit his voice the best? It must match his image too, not only charming but one filled with feelings so that he could show his range. He is someone who is confident, almost to the point of being cocky, independent and a loner at heart, but once he opens his mouth to sing, it’s like he become a whole new person, changing his demeanor completely.
Shit, why am I suddenly thinking of all these things? It shouldn’t matter with me but it does. I think I’m beginning to fall for him or maybe I already had.
During one of our “payment” sessions, as I was lying in between his legs, moving forward to try to kiss him senseless as he often do to me, I was suddenly stopped.
“Yoochun, wait.” He said as he placed his hands on my chest to stop me from moving forward.
“Why? What’s wrong?” I asked him, stopping my advances but still hovering above him on the bed.
“I don’t know. That’s something different about you today. You seem more gentle and loving today.”
“Why? You don’t like it?” I looked into his face, looking for signs that he didn’t like what I was doing to him.
“No, that’s not it. It’s just weird, you’re behaving like we are a couple.” I stared at the beautiful boy underneath me; looking for signs that he reciprocates some of the feelings I have for him but failing to find any. I sighed and lifted myself away from him, moving to sit at the edge of my bed, my back towards him. I took out my cigarette and lighted it, hoping that it will give me some relieve.
“Yoochun, what’s wrong? Did I say something to anger you?” He asked in concern when he sees me moving away.
“No.” I said, drawing on my cigarette. What else could I said?
He moved, I could feel the dipping of the mattress as he moved to behind me. Suddenly hands encircled my waist as he moved to hug me from behind, pressing his body on mine and leaning his head on my shoulders.
“Yoochun. I’m sorry, please don’t be angry. Come back to bed.” He said as he plucked the cigarette out of my hand and snubbed it out on the ashtray beside my bed. I knew he doesn’t like the smoke as it could affect his vocals. I also knew I was worrying him with my silence.
“Junsu, do you go to bed with any guys, even those that you don’t like?” I asked, the question that has been bothering me since we started this arrangement.
“No. Of course not. What’s wrong with you today? Why are you suddenly asking me these questions?” he looked at me in puzzlement. He reached over to pull me in for a kiss like always and I let him. I should take some comfort that he liked me enough to go to bed with me, but somehow it doesn't ease the ache.
What could I say to him? That I was falling for him and I don’t want him doing these things with any other guys? To him, I’m just his accompanist and nothing more but he’s becoming something more to me. When did this happen? Looking at his sleeping form beside me, I can’t help but wants more from him.
TBC