Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy, For horse_exobooks
Title: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
For: horse_exobooks
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4,000 WC
Summary, potential warnings: Sehun likes boys, but he loves cowboys. Especially if they’re named Kim Jongin.
Sehun is fifteen.
Sometimes he’ll come to the rodeo with his father, silently observing from VIP seats. His father will lean over and sneer about how he’ll never understand what joy these cavemen could possible have over such a trivial sport. Sehun will purse his lips and fiddle with his hands nervously because he knows his father may not enjoy the rodeo, but Sehun does.
Sehun likes horses despite the earthy smell and dusty atmosphere. He knows his father only likes the scent of expensive cologne and cleanliness but Sehun has had enough of that to last him three lifetimes.
His favorite is the team roping event. His favorite team consists of Wu Yifan and Kim Jongin. They are an impressive duo, rising star rookies. Yifan is the header and Jongin is the heeler; they are an aggressive team. He tells his father that he likes them because they are a worthy investment but the blush that rises on his cheeks has nothing to do with the excitement of wanting to invest.
Like everyone else, he wants to join in with the cheering but he doesn’t. Instead, he claps politely because that’s what his father wants him to do. When Yifan ropes the horns of the steer, Sehun claps just a little faster and just a little louder.
“Father, these people are very good at their trade.”
“It’s a brainless sport,” his father rationalizes. Sehun sighs, knowing his words will never sway his father.
Sehun briefly catches Jongin’s eyes after he ropes the steer’s hind legs. His heart beats faster and he’s sure he has a small crush.
-
He gets the chance to meet Yifan and Jongin afterwards because his father pulls all the connections. There a light sheen of sweat glittering on their bodies from the event and Sehun gulps inaudibly before he puts on a polite smile. At first, they look confused as to why the CEO of Oh Corps. would be interested in looking for them but Yifan acts accordingly and greets Sehun’s father. Jongin follows suit, but his eyes wander over to Sehun who has been staring the entire time.
“Hello,” Sehun greets. Jongin smiles and Sehun bites his lips nervously.
“Hi,” Jongin says. It’s not how Sehun imagines this meeting to be. He expected Jongin to have better skin and be entirely too charismatic. Instead, Jongin has a slight amount of acne scars and he’s awkward. Sehun likes how Jongin looks sincere and sweet and it melts his heart a little.
“You did well today,” Sehun says. Jongin’s smile grows wider and Sehun is only too happy to stroke Jongin’s ego.
“Thank you.” A reporter comes to take Jongin’s picture, so Jongin has to bid him goodbye. The thing is that Sehun’s eyes never leaves Jongin and when Jongin takes the picture, his eyes never leave Sehun’s.
-
It’s a waste of time for Sehun’s father so he says they won’t be going back.
-
A few days later, Sehun is in the middle of flipping magazines with Tao on his bed. Tao is busy criticizing the fashion while Sehun blatantly stares at Jongin’s profile on the magazine. He remembers this moment because he was there. The smile on the page of the photo, Sehun thinks, that was for me. He is giddy in delight, fingers caressing the glossy page absentmindedly.
“Hey, are you even listening to me?”
“What now?”
“Junmyeon kissed me yesterday.” That catches Sehun’s attention. He stares at Tao, scandalized, but he tries to school his facial expressions into something calmer.
“And?”
“It was nice.” Sehun watches with mild interest when Tao reaches up to press his lips thoughtfully.
“But he’s a guy, and you believe in God. Or does that not ring a bell?” Tao shrugs.
“I believe God loves everyone and everything he’s created.”
“That’s not what your father would think.”
“Of course not. It felt really good though.” Tao looks conflicted.
“Do you think kissing girls is better than kissing guys? Or do you think all lips just feel the same?”
“I don’t know. Did you want to find out?” Sehun slaps Tao’s arm when he puckers his lips jokingly.
“You’re an asshole, I shouldn’t have asked you.”
“Do you really want to know how it feels to be with a guy?”
It’s in that moment that he doesn’t know the answer. His curiosity makes him want to say yes but rationality makes him want to say his father will shoot him until he’s dead. Tao takes his silence as a ‘yes’ and puts one hand on the nape of Sehun’s neck. Tao doesn’t make any move to go further but the silence between them turns the playful atmosphere serious.
“Lock the door before I regret this and my dad kills us.” Tao scrambles to lock the door and Sehun sits up shyly.
“Do you even know what to do?”
“What? You don’t trust this romantic-AB-style, kung-fu-panda?” Considering Tao is in the middle of shedding his shirt before they’ve even kissed, this doesn’t look all too romantic.
“We are not going all the way. Do you hear me Huang Zitao?”
The first kiss is eager and sloppy, but it’s not bad. Tao practically pries his face open and sticks his tongue in. Sehun pinches Tao’s neck in retaliation.
“Ouch! Shixun, that hurt.”
“Stop trying to eat my face and maybe I’ll stop, asshole.” They’re inexperienced, that much is obvious.
Tao relents, retracting his tongue to suck on Sehun’s lips which gives a much more desired reaction than before. Their hands are shy, roaming over clothed skin. Their moans are hushed because they can’t risk getting caught.
There is a knock at Sehun’s door and they freeze automatically.
“Sehun?” Tao’s eyes widen in horror and they shuffle around frantically, trying to look presentable. Tao slips his shirt on the same time Sehun answers, “Y-yes, father?”
There is a stretch of silence, it’s stifling.
“Come down for dinner. Tell that Huang boy he can stay if he wants to.”
They hesitate before walking out together, the door unlocks loudly and they can only hope Sehun’s father is not suspicious. Tao looks down, a little ashamed with swollen lips. Sehun tries to look normal but it’s obvious he’s also a bit flustered. There is no sign that Sehun’s father suspects anything.
But Tao never comes back to play again.
-
Sehun is 20.
When he decides he wants to run away from home, he brings only a wallet full of cash. He follows a boy named Byun Baekhyun who is deceptively sweet. His parents would never condone a homosexual relationship and Sehun never expected himself to be in one. Baekhyun smiles at him at Sehun is his entire world and Sehun thinks this is love.
They met at a gala, Baekhyun dressed in a white suit and stood apart from everyone else in the room. He was like a butterfly, flitting from people to people with ease. Men and women, everyone, was entranced with the way Baekhyun seemed so genuinely interested in their businesses.
“You should be like him,” said Sehun’s father. Sehun didn’t want to be like Baekhyun, but a part of him was entranced; he didn’t want to be like Baekhyun, but he did want him. The problem lay with the fact that it was hard to discern whether Baekhyun wanted him.
Sehun gets drunk on champagne and of course it’s the ever so friendly Baekhyun that decides to take Sehun home. Sehun ends up tugging Baekhyun into his room, drowning each other in alcoholic kisses. Baekhyun is a stark contrast from Tao; Baekhyun is experienced.
He wakes up expecting nothing, but Baekhyun is still lying next to Sehun. His father accepts Baekhyun’s smooth excuse of I took him home but I was too tired to drive back so I ended up sleeping in Sehun’s room.
Sehun does not fall in love easily but everyone falls for Byun Baekhyun whether they want to or not. He finds himself at the beck and call, staring at his cell phone in case Baekhyun texts him. He remembers it’s a Tuesday when Baekhyun calls him and tells him that he wants to move to the Carribeans and he wants to bring Sehun along.
“Let me just tell my dad.”
“How about you don’t. How about you just stay and me and I’ll take care of you forever?” He is enamoured.
Something is not right when he waits at their designated meeting spot and Baekhyun is not there. Somehow he should have expected it.
Baekhyun always was a free spirit.
-
Sehun never told his parents, so he doesn’t know why he doesn’t just return home. He doesn’t want to. Instead, he wanders aimlessly and ends up at a bus stop.
“Excuse me, but do you need an umbrella?”
Sehun looks up at the stranger, shaking his head in a silent no. There are too many things on his mind and an umbrella is the least of his problems when he’s already soaking wet to the bones. His brand named clothing does little to shield himself from the rain.
“Perhaps a sweater?” Sehun looks up, ready to snap his bad mood but he’s not in a position to decline unless he wants to freeze to death. He nods, even though he’s been taught not to trust strangers. They walk to the stranger’s car, Sehun walks a couple steps behind in case anything happens he wants to be able to run away.
He waits apprehensively while the stranger rummages through his back seat and pull out a warm looking sweater but doesn’t get out the car.
“Well, if you put it on in the rain you’ll just end up soaked all over again.” Sehun’s not stupid enough to go inside a stranger’s car though-- at least he shouldn’t be but the offer is very enticing.
“What is your name?”
“...Shixun.” It’s a name he has never had to use in a long time. It’s not a name that he’s ever used himself, it’s a nickname only spoken by a old friend.
“Shixun. My name is Lay. I’m not a bad person, so I’d like to know if you’re going to be okay if I leave you here.” Sehun thinks about it, but he knows he has nothing to his name if he decides to never go back home. He shakes his head and enters Lay’s car dripping wet.
-
The first thing he notices about clubs is that they are awfully loud. It’s dark the same time that it’s too too bright and he belatedly wonders if people come here to have seizures. Every fiber of his being is telling him that he’s in the wrong place and he should back out now. He’s taken to a more secluded area in the back, where the bass beats dully. His heart hammers in his chest and his body stiffens automatically.
Lay leads him to a man that has a nice face, too friendly to be taken seriously. His name is Suho, but that can’t possibly be his real name.
“Hello, and who are you?” Sehun bits his lips, looking at Lay and hoping he doesn’t have to answer. Greeting other people is something he should be used to as the heir to Oh Corps. but he doesn’t feel like the heir that he is, dripping wet in a stranger’s office.
“He’s Shixun, I brought him here because he has nowhere else to go. Daddy, will you bring him in?” Suho makes a big show out of thinking this out, and it’s right before he is about to answer when he abruptly stops. Sehun feels almost shy when Suho eyes him up and down critically, landing on his belt with a company logo embroidered on leather.
“Lay, baby, why don’t you leave us alone for a moment. I want to check out our new goods.” Lay looks considerably happy but Sehun doesn’t want to be left alone to have his goods checked. He makes a choking noise of desperation when Lay exits the room.
“Oh Sehun,” Suho starts. Sehun’s eyes shoot up in surprise.
“Yes, I know who you are. Your father doesn’t really like me, so I’m surprised to see you here especially unguarded and... very wet.” Suho sounds amused and it’s humiliating to be caught in such a compromising position.
“Please don’t tell anyone. Father will kill me.” Suho laughs, drumming fingers on his beautifully furbished desk.
“I won’t. But you have to go back tomorrow morning. This is not a place you should be seen in unless you want your father to kill me.” Sehun nods in understanding.
“Now that we’re on the same page, feel free to leave when you feel ready. I’ll do my best to keep away reporters as long as you lay low.” Suho offers him various costumes because he doesn’t have actual spare suits much to Sehun’s disappointment (at least he still has Lay’s sweater). There is a variety of things he doesn’t dare touch, but there is a pair of low slung jeans that are dry and fit well enough if Sehun uses his belt. He takes a cowboy hat to cover the majority of his face; it’s obviously a stage hat because it is uncomfortable and covered in glitter. After properly changing, Sehun makes his way back into the heart of the club.
It takes him one second to understand why there are many poles on stage.
It takes him one minute to understand why there are so many scantily clad men on stage.
It takes one minute and one second for Sehun to properly understand why he shouldn’t be seen here and he freaks out. He finds himself being ushered to the front, pushed by a steady stream of people. He doesn’t know where the exits are so he ends up standing stiffly in front of the stage.
He shouldn’t look up but he does, and apparently it’s rodeo themed. His memories did not consist of men wearing only cowboy hats and chaps but it does bring back memories... of some sort. A stripper walks up to him quickly before Sehun can back out. He waves feebly but the stripper crawls on Sehun’s lap and he’s scrambling for his wallet but they make eye contact and Sehun’s nervousness fades away into wonder.
“Tao?”
“Shixun,” Tao murmurs, “meet me backstage in fifteen minutes.” Sehun watches Tao point behind the curtains.
He should be leaving but he doesn’t and he’s risking his father’s reputation when he walks towards backstage.
-
He’s nervous, anyone would be, but he wants to know why he hasn’t seen Tao in so long even though he has an inkling it has to do with his father. Tao shuffles in five minutes after Sehun does and their smiles are bright.
“Shixun!” It’s weird hugging Tao when Sehun can feel the outline of Tao’s dick pressing into his thigh but it feels nice to meet again.
Apparently, Tao left home for Junmyeon.
“Junmyeon?”
“The guy that kissed me? You don’t remember? Why do I bother telling you anything?”
Sehun remembers vaguely, it’s the reason why they kissed.
“Junmyeon?”
“You met him didn’t you? How else did you get that hat?”
“I met Lay? I met Suho?”
“Suho!”
“Suho?” Sehun chokes on air, but Tao looks relatively amused.
“He’s very nice, he’s been good to all of us.”
“I’m sure.” Then Tao makes a strangled shriek and starts shaking Sehun.
“There’s someone you want to meet. Stay here.”
Before Sehun can even protest because he really does have to go home if he doesn’t want his parents to be suspicious, Tao is already out the door.
-
Sehun waits for what feels like forever but no one comes. He’s in the middle of poking and prodding the stage makeup when the door opens. He looks over and his jaw drops.
“Jongin?” The man goes from nonchalant to uncomfortable within seconds.
“I’m Kai.” The voice is too familiar to be legitimately forgotten but Sehun nods in dubious agreement.
“I’m Shixun.”
“Bullshit, you’re Oh Sehun.” The voice is resigned and Sehun balks in annoyance.
“If you get to be Kai then I want to be Shixun!” Jongin seems to relax a little at Sehun’s childish outburst.
“Shixun, what did you call me out for? I don’t give autographs anymore.”
“Why?” Jongin’s smile is pained.
“So are you going to pay me for my time or should I go. Tao said you were the customer unless he’s hiding somewhere around here.” Sehun fumbles with his wallet, taking out all the cash he has and offering it to Jongin. Jongin looks at it appraisingly before shrugging on a trenchcoat. (It probably is one of Chanyeol’s costumes but it doesn’t matter too much.) It’s too much money to reject the offer so Jongin takes it and leads them outside the emergency exit.
“Where are we going?”
“My place,” Jongin says. Sehun takes Jongin’s hand and they brave the rain for a couple minutes before they enter a shabby apartment.
“It’s nothing like yours, I’m sure,” Jongin says dryly. He can hear the defensiveness in Jongin’s voice and Sehun shakes his head.
“It’s better. It feels like a home.” The smile Jongin gives him makes him want to crave for more. Jongin throws his coat on the couch and Sehun places the cowboy hat on top.
“I don’t know if I should-- or how should I return these?” Sehun picks at the clothes he’s wearing, it doesn’t exactly belong to him.
Jongin shrugs, “I’m sure they won’t mind.”
Jongin makes them instant hot chocolates mixed with water. It tastes bad but Sehun treasures this moment because this is his idol.
“So what happened?”
“I lied about my age and got us disqualified for a long time.” Sehun can tell by the way Jongin clenches his cup that this is a sore topic.
“You can go back now though right?”
“Waist injury, I tried.”
“I remember you, you know. You’re fantastic.” Jongin smiles, loosening his grip on his cup.
“I know, I remember you too. You liked to come a lot.”
They sit like that, sipping their drinks until Jongin stands up, the sound of his chair scraping the floor breaks the silence.
“You can sleep on the bed if you don’t feel like going home yet. I’ll take the couch.”
“But your waist--”
Jongin rolls his eyes. “Not sleeping on my bed for one night isn’t going to kill me.” Sehun reaches up to Jongin’s hand, tugging calloused fingers lightly.
“Kai, I paid for the night right?” Sehun looks up at Jongin nervously. Jongin eyes him critically, but nods. Sehun’s eyes try not to travel down Jongin’s toned body because he knows there’s nothing underneath the chaps-- and even then the chaps do nothing to cover all the important parts.
“I’d like to get my money’s worth.”
-
Sehun doesn’t expect to find himself being led to Jongin’s bedroom but it happens. It feels like he’s in one of his wet dreams when Jongin presses full lips down the column of his neck. Sehun is shy but Jongin manages to get him naked within a minute. Jongin can tell that Sehun is reluctant to give up control, and he chalks it up to having been a spoiled brat all his life. So Jongin lays down on the bed pumping his erection slowly, waiting for Sehun to do something.
Sehun finds himself straddling Jongin’s legs, finally able to stare for as long as he wants. He pulls Jongin’s hands away, staring at Jongin’s cock apprehensively. It’s thick but it’s not as long as Sehun imagined it to be-- but it still looks good. He gives kittenish licks, lapping at the head while he assess how Jongin tastes like. It’s a musky scent and it tastes bitter-- like a man. He takes it slow, not wanting to burn in embarrassment if Jongin were to hear him gag. He uses his hands where his mouth won’t reach and he seems to be doing the right thing since he receives Jongin’s murmurs of encouragements. Jongin makes to take off his chaps but Sehun stops him.
“I like them on,” he says shyly.
Jongin tugs on Sehun’s hair pulling him up into a bruising kiss. Sehun hopes Jongin can taste himself.
“You’ve seen my riding skills. Why don’t you show me yours?” Sehun is only too eager to comply.
He’s not too sure how to do it but Jongin takes out a bottle of lube and he’s only too eager to learn how.
“Turn around.” Jongin’s voice is breathy, strained like he can’t wait to fuck Sehun. (If he’s being honest, Sehun can’t wait to be fucked either.) He bends over, giving Jongin a nice view of his ass. He hears the bottle opening and he clenches his eyes and waits for eminent pain.
Jongin teases Sehun’s entrance, watching Sehun’s hole quiver in anticipation. Jongin slides only the pad of his finger in, waiting for Sehun for back out but he doesn’t. Sehun pushes back for more. The first finger is slick, uncomfortable but bearable. The second finger stretches him and the third is painful. Jongin crooks his fingers and Sehun’s breathing shakes. He begins relaxing because oh it feels good.
“Do you want to stop?” Jongin is calm but Sehun is not-- but he pretends to be.
“I’m ready,” Sehun says. Jongin props his back with pillows, wanting to be in a comfortable position to see the show. Sehun straddles Jongin with his knees on either sides of Jongin’s hips. He grabs Jongin’s cock and inserts it in himself slowly. Jongin is thicker than three fingers and Sehun has a hard time believing it will feel good. Jongin rubs his thighs, silently urging him to take in more. Sehun sinks down at a snail’s pace but puffs his chest proudly when he’s fully seated.
He brings himself back up and slams himself back down. His butt burns in pain but his pupils become dilated in pleasure.
“Faster,” Jongin commands. Sehun finds a more pleasurable position, leaning back slightly with his palms on Jongin’s legs and fingernails digging into flesh. Sehun finds a pace he can work with, bouncing on Jongin’s cock.
Sehun is thrusted forward when Jongin decides to take over, thrusting his hips upwards at a pace Sehun wouldn’t have been able to set by himself.
“Oh fuck, yes.” The sound of skin slapping fills the room obscenely. Sehun is only too sure that the walls are thin enough for the neighbors to hear so he moans louder fuck me with your big cock so Jongin’s neighbors have something to remember Sehun by.
Sehun cums in spurts without touching himself , decorating his flat stomach with ribbons of white.
Jongin cums inside Sehun, who grinds down and milks Jongin’s orgasm.
He falls forward, but Jongin’s there to catch him.
Is this the part where he smile and says he’s had a fun night? He doesn’t really want to, so he starts crying. Jongin wipes Sehun’s tears away.
“Stay.”
So he does.
-
Sehun is 25.
It’s a Friday and Sehun finds himself sitting on dusty bleachers, licking chapped lips and wiping dripping sunblock off his face. It’s blistering hot and his hat does little to shade him from the onslaught of heat. He buys a cold lemonade but it only seems to make him thirstier. It must be at least a hundred degrees right now and his butt is starting to turn numb from sitting too long.
Tao sits on his left, and Jongin sits on his right. His father might not be here today (or ever again) but he’s okay with it.
He closes his eyes and inhales the earthy smell and dusty atmosphere.
He’s back.
For: horse_exobooks
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4,000 WC
Summary, potential warnings: Sehun likes boys, but he loves cowboys. Especially if they’re named Kim Jongin.
Sehun is fifteen.
Sometimes he’ll come to the rodeo with his father, silently observing from VIP seats. His father will lean over and sneer about how he’ll never understand what joy these cavemen could possible have over such a trivial sport. Sehun will purse his lips and fiddle with his hands nervously because he knows his father may not enjoy the rodeo, but Sehun does.
Sehun likes horses despite the earthy smell and dusty atmosphere. He knows his father only likes the scent of expensive cologne and cleanliness but Sehun has had enough of that to last him three lifetimes.
His favorite is the team roping event. His favorite team consists of Wu Yifan and Kim Jongin. They are an impressive duo, rising star rookies. Yifan is the header and Jongin is the heeler; they are an aggressive team. He tells his father that he likes them because they are a worthy investment but the blush that rises on his cheeks has nothing to do with the excitement of wanting to invest.
Like everyone else, he wants to join in with the cheering but he doesn’t. Instead, he claps politely because that’s what his father wants him to do. When Yifan ropes the horns of the steer, Sehun claps just a little faster and just a little louder.
“Father, these people are very good at their trade.”
“It’s a brainless sport,” his father rationalizes. Sehun sighs, knowing his words will never sway his father.
Sehun briefly catches Jongin’s eyes after he ropes the steer’s hind legs. His heart beats faster and he’s sure he has a small crush.
-
He gets the chance to meet Yifan and Jongin afterwards because his father pulls all the connections. There a light sheen of sweat glittering on their bodies from the event and Sehun gulps inaudibly before he puts on a polite smile. At first, they look confused as to why the CEO of Oh Corps. would be interested in looking for them but Yifan acts accordingly and greets Sehun’s father. Jongin follows suit, but his eyes wander over to Sehun who has been staring the entire time.
“Hello,” Sehun greets. Jongin smiles and Sehun bites his lips nervously.
“Hi,” Jongin says. It’s not how Sehun imagines this meeting to be. He expected Jongin to have better skin and be entirely too charismatic. Instead, Jongin has a slight amount of acne scars and he’s awkward. Sehun likes how Jongin looks sincere and sweet and it melts his heart a little.
“You did well today,” Sehun says. Jongin’s smile grows wider and Sehun is only too happy to stroke Jongin’s ego.
“Thank you.” A reporter comes to take Jongin’s picture, so Jongin has to bid him goodbye. The thing is that Sehun’s eyes never leaves Jongin and when Jongin takes the picture, his eyes never leave Sehun’s.
-
It’s a waste of time for Sehun’s father so he says they won’t be going back.
-
A few days later, Sehun is in the middle of flipping magazines with Tao on his bed. Tao is busy criticizing the fashion while Sehun blatantly stares at Jongin’s profile on the magazine. He remembers this moment because he was there. The smile on the page of the photo, Sehun thinks, that was for me. He is giddy in delight, fingers caressing the glossy page absentmindedly.
“Hey, are you even listening to me?”
“What now?”
“Junmyeon kissed me yesterday.” That catches Sehun’s attention. He stares at Tao, scandalized, but he tries to school his facial expressions into something calmer.
“And?”
“It was nice.” Sehun watches with mild interest when Tao reaches up to press his lips thoughtfully.
“But he’s a guy, and you believe in God. Or does that not ring a bell?” Tao shrugs.
“I believe God loves everyone and everything he’s created.”
“That’s not what your father would think.”
“Of course not. It felt really good though.” Tao looks conflicted.
“Do you think kissing girls is better than kissing guys? Or do you think all lips just feel the same?”
“I don’t know. Did you want to find out?” Sehun slaps Tao’s arm when he puckers his lips jokingly.
“You’re an asshole, I shouldn’t have asked you.”
“Do you really want to know how it feels to be with a guy?”
It’s in that moment that he doesn’t know the answer. His curiosity makes him want to say yes but rationality makes him want to say his father will shoot him until he’s dead. Tao takes his silence as a ‘yes’ and puts one hand on the nape of Sehun’s neck. Tao doesn’t make any move to go further but the silence between them turns the playful atmosphere serious.
“Lock the door before I regret this and my dad kills us.” Tao scrambles to lock the door and Sehun sits up shyly.
“Do you even know what to do?”
“What? You don’t trust this romantic-AB-style, kung-fu-panda?” Considering Tao is in the middle of shedding his shirt before they’ve even kissed, this doesn’t look all too romantic.
“We are not going all the way. Do you hear me Huang Zitao?”
The first kiss is eager and sloppy, but it’s not bad. Tao practically pries his face open and sticks his tongue in. Sehun pinches Tao’s neck in retaliation.
“Ouch! Shixun, that hurt.”
“Stop trying to eat my face and maybe I’ll stop, asshole.” They’re inexperienced, that much is obvious.
Tao relents, retracting his tongue to suck on Sehun’s lips which gives a much more desired reaction than before. Their hands are shy, roaming over clothed skin. Their moans are hushed because they can’t risk getting caught.
There is a knock at Sehun’s door and they freeze automatically.
“Sehun?” Tao’s eyes widen in horror and they shuffle around frantically, trying to look presentable. Tao slips his shirt on the same time Sehun answers, “Y-yes, father?”
There is a stretch of silence, it’s stifling.
“Come down for dinner. Tell that Huang boy he can stay if he wants to.”
They hesitate before walking out together, the door unlocks loudly and they can only hope Sehun’s father is not suspicious. Tao looks down, a little ashamed with swollen lips. Sehun tries to look normal but it’s obvious he’s also a bit flustered. There is no sign that Sehun’s father suspects anything.
But Tao never comes back to play again.
-
Sehun is 20.
When he decides he wants to run away from home, he brings only a wallet full of cash. He follows a boy named Byun Baekhyun who is deceptively sweet. His parents would never condone a homosexual relationship and Sehun never expected himself to be in one. Baekhyun smiles at him at Sehun is his entire world and Sehun thinks this is love.
They met at a gala, Baekhyun dressed in a white suit and stood apart from everyone else in the room. He was like a butterfly, flitting from people to people with ease. Men and women, everyone, was entranced with the way Baekhyun seemed so genuinely interested in their businesses.
“You should be like him,” said Sehun’s father. Sehun didn’t want to be like Baekhyun, but a part of him was entranced; he didn’t want to be like Baekhyun, but he did want him. The problem lay with the fact that it was hard to discern whether Baekhyun wanted him.
Sehun gets drunk on champagne and of course it’s the ever so friendly Baekhyun that decides to take Sehun home. Sehun ends up tugging Baekhyun into his room, drowning each other in alcoholic kisses. Baekhyun is a stark contrast from Tao; Baekhyun is experienced.
He wakes up expecting nothing, but Baekhyun is still lying next to Sehun. His father accepts Baekhyun’s smooth excuse of I took him home but I was too tired to drive back so I ended up sleeping in Sehun’s room.
Sehun does not fall in love easily but everyone falls for Byun Baekhyun whether they want to or not. He finds himself at the beck and call, staring at his cell phone in case Baekhyun texts him. He remembers it’s a Tuesday when Baekhyun calls him and tells him that he wants to move to the Carribeans and he wants to bring Sehun along.
“Let me just tell my dad.”
“How about you don’t. How about you just stay and me and I’ll take care of you forever?” He is enamoured.
Something is not right when he waits at their designated meeting spot and Baekhyun is not there. Somehow he should have expected it.
Baekhyun always was a free spirit.
-
Sehun never told his parents, so he doesn’t know why he doesn’t just return home. He doesn’t want to. Instead, he wanders aimlessly and ends up at a bus stop.
“Excuse me, but do you need an umbrella?”
Sehun looks up at the stranger, shaking his head in a silent no. There are too many things on his mind and an umbrella is the least of his problems when he’s already soaking wet to the bones. His brand named clothing does little to shield himself from the rain.
“Perhaps a sweater?” Sehun looks up, ready to snap his bad mood but he’s not in a position to decline unless he wants to freeze to death. He nods, even though he’s been taught not to trust strangers. They walk to the stranger’s car, Sehun walks a couple steps behind in case anything happens he wants to be able to run away.
He waits apprehensively while the stranger rummages through his back seat and pull out a warm looking sweater but doesn’t get out the car.
“Well, if you put it on in the rain you’ll just end up soaked all over again.” Sehun’s not stupid enough to go inside a stranger’s car though-- at least he shouldn’t be but the offer is very enticing.
“What is your name?”
“...Shixun.” It’s a name he has never had to use in a long time. It’s not a name that he’s ever used himself, it’s a nickname only spoken by a old friend.
“Shixun. My name is Lay. I’m not a bad person, so I’d like to know if you’re going to be okay if I leave you here.” Sehun thinks about it, but he knows he has nothing to his name if he decides to never go back home. He shakes his head and enters Lay’s car dripping wet.
-
The first thing he notices about clubs is that they are awfully loud. It’s dark the same time that it’s too too bright and he belatedly wonders if people come here to have seizures. Every fiber of his being is telling him that he’s in the wrong place and he should back out now. He’s taken to a more secluded area in the back, where the bass beats dully. His heart hammers in his chest and his body stiffens automatically.
Lay leads him to a man that has a nice face, too friendly to be taken seriously. His name is Suho, but that can’t possibly be his real name.
“Hello, and who are you?” Sehun bits his lips, looking at Lay and hoping he doesn’t have to answer. Greeting other people is something he should be used to as the heir to Oh Corps. but he doesn’t feel like the heir that he is, dripping wet in a stranger’s office.
“He’s Shixun, I brought him here because he has nowhere else to go. Daddy, will you bring him in?” Suho makes a big show out of thinking this out, and it’s right before he is about to answer when he abruptly stops. Sehun feels almost shy when Suho eyes him up and down critically, landing on his belt with a company logo embroidered on leather.
“Lay, baby, why don’t you leave us alone for a moment. I want to check out our new goods.” Lay looks considerably happy but Sehun doesn’t want to be left alone to have his goods checked. He makes a choking noise of desperation when Lay exits the room.
“Oh Sehun,” Suho starts. Sehun’s eyes shoot up in surprise.
“Yes, I know who you are. Your father doesn’t really like me, so I’m surprised to see you here especially unguarded and... very wet.” Suho sounds amused and it’s humiliating to be caught in such a compromising position.
“Please don’t tell anyone. Father will kill me.” Suho laughs, drumming fingers on his beautifully furbished desk.
“I won’t. But you have to go back tomorrow morning. This is not a place you should be seen in unless you want your father to kill me.” Sehun nods in understanding.
“Now that we’re on the same page, feel free to leave when you feel ready. I’ll do my best to keep away reporters as long as you lay low.” Suho offers him various costumes because he doesn’t have actual spare suits much to Sehun’s disappointment (at least he still has Lay’s sweater). There is a variety of things he doesn’t dare touch, but there is a pair of low slung jeans that are dry and fit well enough if Sehun uses his belt. He takes a cowboy hat to cover the majority of his face; it’s obviously a stage hat because it is uncomfortable and covered in glitter. After properly changing, Sehun makes his way back into the heart of the club.
It takes him one second to understand why there are many poles on stage.
It takes him one minute to understand why there are so many scantily clad men on stage.
It takes one minute and one second for Sehun to properly understand why he shouldn’t be seen here and he freaks out. He finds himself being ushered to the front, pushed by a steady stream of people. He doesn’t know where the exits are so he ends up standing stiffly in front of the stage.
He shouldn’t look up but he does, and apparently it’s rodeo themed. His memories did not consist of men wearing only cowboy hats and chaps but it does bring back memories... of some sort. A stripper walks up to him quickly before Sehun can back out. He waves feebly but the stripper crawls on Sehun’s lap and he’s scrambling for his wallet but they make eye contact and Sehun’s nervousness fades away into wonder.
“Tao?”
“Shixun,” Tao murmurs, “meet me backstage in fifteen minutes.” Sehun watches Tao point behind the curtains.
He should be leaving but he doesn’t and he’s risking his father’s reputation when he walks towards backstage.
-
He’s nervous, anyone would be, but he wants to know why he hasn’t seen Tao in so long even though he has an inkling it has to do with his father. Tao shuffles in five minutes after Sehun does and their smiles are bright.
“Shixun!” It’s weird hugging Tao when Sehun can feel the outline of Tao’s dick pressing into his thigh but it feels nice to meet again.
Apparently, Tao left home for Junmyeon.
“Junmyeon?”
“The guy that kissed me? You don’t remember? Why do I bother telling you anything?”
Sehun remembers vaguely, it’s the reason why they kissed.
“Junmyeon?”
“You met him didn’t you? How else did you get that hat?”
“I met Lay? I met Suho?”
“Suho!”
“Suho?” Sehun chokes on air, but Tao looks relatively amused.
“He’s very nice, he’s been good to all of us.”
“I’m sure.” Then Tao makes a strangled shriek and starts shaking Sehun.
“There’s someone you want to meet. Stay here.”
Before Sehun can even protest because he really does have to go home if he doesn’t want his parents to be suspicious, Tao is already out the door.
-
Sehun waits for what feels like forever but no one comes. He’s in the middle of poking and prodding the stage makeup when the door opens. He looks over and his jaw drops.
“Jongin?” The man goes from nonchalant to uncomfortable within seconds.
“I’m Kai.” The voice is too familiar to be legitimately forgotten but Sehun nods in dubious agreement.
“I’m Shixun.”
“Bullshit, you’re Oh Sehun.” The voice is resigned and Sehun balks in annoyance.
“If you get to be Kai then I want to be Shixun!” Jongin seems to relax a little at Sehun’s childish outburst.
“Shixun, what did you call me out for? I don’t give autographs anymore.”
“Why?” Jongin’s smile is pained.
“So are you going to pay me for my time or should I go. Tao said you were the customer unless he’s hiding somewhere around here.” Sehun fumbles with his wallet, taking out all the cash he has and offering it to Jongin. Jongin looks at it appraisingly before shrugging on a trenchcoat. (It probably is one of Chanyeol’s costumes but it doesn’t matter too much.) It’s too much money to reject the offer so Jongin takes it and leads them outside the emergency exit.
“Where are we going?”
“My place,” Jongin says. Sehun takes Jongin’s hand and they brave the rain for a couple minutes before they enter a shabby apartment.
“It’s nothing like yours, I’m sure,” Jongin says dryly. He can hear the defensiveness in Jongin’s voice and Sehun shakes his head.
“It’s better. It feels like a home.” The smile Jongin gives him makes him want to crave for more. Jongin throws his coat on the couch and Sehun places the cowboy hat on top.
“I don’t know if I should-- or how should I return these?” Sehun picks at the clothes he’s wearing, it doesn’t exactly belong to him.
Jongin shrugs, “I’m sure they won’t mind.”
Jongin makes them instant hot chocolates mixed with water. It tastes bad but Sehun treasures this moment because this is his idol.
“So what happened?”
“I lied about my age and got us disqualified for a long time.” Sehun can tell by the way Jongin clenches his cup that this is a sore topic.
“You can go back now though right?”
“Waist injury, I tried.”
“I remember you, you know. You’re fantastic.” Jongin smiles, loosening his grip on his cup.
“I know, I remember you too. You liked to come a lot.”
They sit like that, sipping their drinks until Jongin stands up, the sound of his chair scraping the floor breaks the silence.
“You can sleep on the bed if you don’t feel like going home yet. I’ll take the couch.”
“But your waist--”
Jongin rolls his eyes. “Not sleeping on my bed for one night isn’t going to kill me.” Sehun reaches up to Jongin’s hand, tugging calloused fingers lightly.
“Kai, I paid for the night right?” Sehun looks up at Jongin nervously. Jongin eyes him critically, but nods. Sehun’s eyes try not to travel down Jongin’s toned body because he knows there’s nothing underneath the chaps-- and even then the chaps do nothing to cover all the important parts.
“I’d like to get my money’s worth.”
-
Sehun doesn’t expect to find himself being led to Jongin’s bedroom but it happens. It feels like he’s in one of his wet dreams when Jongin presses full lips down the column of his neck. Sehun is shy but Jongin manages to get him naked within a minute. Jongin can tell that Sehun is reluctant to give up control, and he chalks it up to having been a spoiled brat all his life. So Jongin lays down on the bed pumping his erection slowly, waiting for Sehun to do something.
Sehun finds himself straddling Jongin’s legs, finally able to stare for as long as he wants. He pulls Jongin’s hands away, staring at Jongin’s cock apprehensively. It’s thick but it’s not as long as Sehun imagined it to be-- but it still looks good. He gives kittenish licks, lapping at the head while he assess how Jongin tastes like. It’s a musky scent and it tastes bitter-- like a man. He takes it slow, not wanting to burn in embarrassment if Jongin were to hear him gag. He uses his hands where his mouth won’t reach and he seems to be doing the right thing since he receives Jongin’s murmurs of encouragements. Jongin makes to take off his chaps but Sehun stops him.
“I like them on,” he says shyly.
Jongin tugs on Sehun’s hair pulling him up into a bruising kiss. Sehun hopes Jongin can taste himself.
“You’ve seen my riding skills. Why don’t you show me yours?” Sehun is only too eager to comply.
He’s not too sure how to do it but Jongin takes out a bottle of lube and he’s only too eager to learn how.
“Turn around.” Jongin’s voice is breathy, strained like he can’t wait to fuck Sehun. (If he’s being honest, Sehun can’t wait to be fucked either.) He bends over, giving Jongin a nice view of his ass. He hears the bottle opening and he clenches his eyes and waits for eminent pain.
Jongin teases Sehun’s entrance, watching Sehun’s hole quiver in anticipation. Jongin slides only the pad of his finger in, waiting for Sehun for back out but he doesn’t. Sehun pushes back for more. The first finger is slick, uncomfortable but bearable. The second finger stretches him and the third is painful. Jongin crooks his fingers and Sehun’s breathing shakes. He begins relaxing because oh it feels good.
“Do you want to stop?” Jongin is calm but Sehun is not-- but he pretends to be.
“I’m ready,” Sehun says. Jongin props his back with pillows, wanting to be in a comfortable position to see the show. Sehun straddles Jongin with his knees on either sides of Jongin’s hips. He grabs Jongin’s cock and inserts it in himself slowly. Jongin is thicker than three fingers and Sehun has a hard time believing it will feel good. Jongin rubs his thighs, silently urging him to take in more. Sehun sinks down at a snail’s pace but puffs his chest proudly when he’s fully seated.
He brings himself back up and slams himself back down. His butt burns in pain but his pupils become dilated in pleasure.
“Faster,” Jongin commands. Sehun finds a more pleasurable position, leaning back slightly with his palms on Jongin’s legs and fingernails digging into flesh. Sehun finds a pace he can work with, bouncing on Jongin’s cock.
Sehun is thrusted forward when Jongin decides to take over, thrusting his hips upwards at a pace Sehun wouldn’t have been able to set by himself.
“Oh fuck, yes.” The sound of skin slapping fills the room obscenely. Sehun is only too sure that the walls are thin enough for the neighbors to hear so he moans louder fuck me with your big cock so Jongin’s neighbors have something to remember Sehun by.
Sehun cums in spurts without touching himself , decorating his flat stomach with ribbons of white.
Jongin cums inside Sehun, who grinds down and milks Jongin’s orgasm.
He falls forward, but Jongin’s there to catch him.
Is this the part where he smile and says he’s had a fun night? He doesn’t really want to, so he starts crying. Jongin wipes Sehun’s tears away.
“Stay.”
So he does.
-
Sehun is 25.
It’s a Friday and Sehun finds himself sitting on dusty bleachers, licking chapped lips and wiping dripping sunblock off his face. It’s blistering hot and his hat does little to shade him from the onslaught of heat. He buys a cold lemonade but it only seems to make him thirstier. It must be at least a hundred degrees right now and his butt is starting to turn numb from sitting too long.
Tao sits on his left, and Jongin sits on his right. His father might not be here today (or ever again) but he’s okay with it.
He closes his eyes and inhales the earthy smell and dusty atmosphere.
He’s back.