[Fic] Saisir Le Jour
Title: Saisir Le Jour
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Newsboys!AU
Length: 3034 w.
Warning(s): French
Summary: In which Jongin is a lonely newsboy, who fell too hard, too fast.
Note: Written for spiritkitkat in the sncj_santa fic exchange. Reposted from my old lj account koreanitalics.
Mornings are unpleasant for Jongin. He guesses it would be for any other teenage orphan sleeping on the railings of fire escapes, and eating from the bottom of the soup kitchen bowls. Not that he minds, he has a beautiful view of downtown Paris from his perch above the three star hotel, Hotel de Merde, in which he sleeps. The leftovers at the soup kitchen aren't that insufferable either, he likes the nights when the cooks he's come to know save him some clam chowder or cream of mushroom. Okay, Jongin does mind, but he pretends not to, because what's the use in trying to change something you're not capable of changing.
Every morning is the same. Jongin wakes up, groans because his heart is still beating, and finds his fingers nearly frozen to the railing beneath his head. He shakes out the kinks in his neck, the aches in his arms, and the pins and needles searing into the arches of his feet. He sits on the edge of the fire escape, scrawny legs hanging over the iron edge as his calloused hands clutch the bar railings. Jongin stares into the street below, inhaling the disgusting sweet scent of fresh garbage mingling with last evening's rain. Water trickles down the flood pipe, a little waterfall dripping in teaspoons worth of rain onto the cement of the alley below. Jongin leans forward, watching, and stretching as far as he can. His heart gets a jumpstart of adrenaline as the possibility of him falling grows more and more realistic with every inch further his torso tilts. He's only nineteen, but oh how'd he give anything to be on the brink of the end.
Chanyeol greets him with a kiss on the cheek and a stack of papers half Jongin's height.
"Bonjour," He has to stifle his laugh at his friend's heavy accent drowning the french expression. "How'd you sleep?"
"Bien, toi?" Jongin replies, yawning as he reads the headline.
"Un Homme se Noie dans la Riviere"
"What a beautiful morning we have here." Jongin drawls sarcastically. Chanyeol swings an arm around the younger's shoulder, and slips a handful of something into his pocket. Jongin's fingers follow the other's out and- euros?
"Pourquoi?" He fills his palm with the handful of silver coins, and looks up at Chanyeol. "Why...I don't need these, take them back..."
Chanyeol pushes Jongin's hand away, forcefully directing it, and the currency back into his pocket. "You need it more than I do, for fuck's sake, you're sleeping on the fire escape of Shit Hotel."
Jongin's gaze falls to the ground, and he lets the older boy slip the coins into his pants. "Thank you," He murmurs. "I'll pay you back, I promise."
Chanyeol just laughs.
Being a newsboy is the exact opposite of fun. No matter what the weather, in rain, or shine, or snow, or sleet, the orphans gather on street corners all throughout the lively city of Paris. Today, Jongin and Chanyeol are shoving soggy newspapers in citizens faces when they try to pass them to the opera. The rain started only an hour ago, which within that time, the two friends had only managed to sell three papers. One to an old lady, one to an old man, (both of which Chanyeol had pulled the orphan card for), and then a small child who had run away from home.
"If you buy a newspaper, you can keep up with what's going on in the city, know your way around." Jongin had told the little boy.
"B-but, I only have three pounds. If I buy a newspaper I won't have enough money for food." The child pouted, and Chanyeol tried to interject in Jongin's persuasions, but to no avail.
"You won't have enough money for food anyways. Just buy a newspaper. You can eat it if you get hungry." Jongin eventually got the silver coin from the boy, and he ran off clutching it to his chest.
"Jongin," Chanyeol whined, like a kicked puppy as he leaned against the brick wall outside the theatre. "That kid is bound to be classified as an orphan in a day, and you were pressuring him out of money?"
"He's not an orphan." Jongin snaps at his friend. "He chose to run away from his parents, they weren't burned in a house fire."
Rain starts to fall, and Chanyeol shut his mouth.
The day seems to drag on forever, and when night is finally falling, it feels like it hasn't lasted long enough.
"I just have one more paper sir, please, I need to feed my baby sister." Chanyeol waves the black and white print in a rich man's face, only to be pushed aside so he may get to the opera house.
Jongin scoffs. "You don't have a baby sister."
"It was worth a try."
Chanyeol has a brother. He's eleven, and he's selling papers on the other side of town. Jongin has never spoke to his friend's sibling before, but he's seen Chanyeol arrive at the news stand with him, and leave with him draped over his arms at the end of the day. Sometimes Jongin wishes he had a brother, or even a sister, just so he wouldn't be so lonely on the fire escape. The only things that keep him from wishing too hard, are the fact that he has no parents, and that he really isn't alone.
Jongin's mother and father died in a house fire a little over a year ago. Chanyeol's mother perished birthing his brother. Their dad had abandoned them long before. Jongin knew he could never care for another human being, he can barely take care of himself. Besides, he wouldn't be around often enough for his little brother or sister, what with his midnight excursions. Jongin doesn't sleep in a city that doesn't either.
"That was a long day." Chanyeol says, rubbing his sleepy eyes as they trudge back through the puddles to the news stand. Jongin's heart felt heavy, heavier than the sopping newspaper left in his hand.
Chanyeol had failed to sell all of his papers, but since he had given Jongin euros earlier this morning, and had a little brother to feed, Jongin offered to take the blame. The punishment for not selling all the newspapers you paid to sell, was a pound per print.
"I'm sorry," His friend begins to apologize, but Jongin stops him.
"It's okay, I get it. You have someone else you need to worry about."
Chanyeol looks away, sheepishly, then looks back at the shorter male. "So do you."
Jongin hits him. "He has more than enough money to provide for all the newsboys for years!"
"Maybe you could ask to borrow some euros then."
"Borrow." Jongin snarls. "Bonsoir, Park Chanyeol."
"Avoir putain Kyungsoo plaisir ce soir." The tall male smirks.
"Shut the fuck up."
Although Jongin is going to have fun fucking Kyungsoo tonight.
They've been doing this since forever. Jongin will finish selling papers, and when the city clock echos twelve rings, he'll dash in the back door of Kyungsoo's house, that just so happens to be the same home as the owner of the newspaper company. Jongin is fucking his boss' son.
They met when Jongin first applied for the job. Kyungsoo had caught him with his bright round eyes, pale skin, and cliche personality. The boy was everything Jongin had ever wanted, in that moment they locked eyes, and the look quickly turned from an innocent gaze to a heated stare.
They fucked on the first date.
Making out, teeth clashing, and lips swollen, they tumbled in the plush sheets of Kyungsoo's bed. Once they had done it once, the craving to do it again was uncontrollable.
Jongin slipped with the shadows along the wall of the mansion. Making it into his love affair's room unseen, unheard, was a difficult task, he had managed many times before. Even though he's always successful, the sneaking around sends chills up his spine, and a shot of adrenaline through his veins.
He knocks gently on the back door, just once, before a pasty hand yanks him inside. He's greeted by warm lips, and a familiar face, only being partially lit by the moonlight leaking in through the cracked door.
"I've been waiting all day to see you." Kyungsoo whispers. His lips are but an inch away from Jongin's.
The younger's lips quirk, his hands already gripping the older's slender waist. He spins him around to give the door a kick shut, and Jongin pins Kyungsoo's slim wrists to the wall.
He's been in this room, Kyungsoo's bedroom, enough times to know his way around even in the cover of the dark. It's not like they use most of the room anyways, just the walls, for foreplay, until they end up tumbling onto the older's plush and very expensive bed.
Jongin's lips attack the first slice of skin he sees, which happens to be Kyungsoo's jaw. His skin is pale, and delicate, sweet to the taste. Jongin's tongue slides over the pink blossom he's suckled, and sighs softly against the older's neck. "T'es beau, tu sais."
Kyungsoo chuckles breathily, and replies in his perfectly trained french accent. "Arrête un peu." He whines, the light laugh tickles the top of Jongin's head, and he smiles, before continuing to increasingly ravish the other boy's skin.
His lips suck and gasp around Kyungsoo's neck, before diving down to work on his collarbone. Behind him, Jongin has left red splotches, that he can only begin to imagine how the older will hide. Although, judging by the whimpers, and whines being projected from Kyungsoo's thick lips, he doesn't mind, and won't be deciding how to conceal them anytime soon.
Jongin aims to tease first, please second. He pulls on the buttons of Kyungsoo's silken pajamas, til they slip like water off his shoulders to the ground. He moves in, bending down to lick tauntingly at one of the other's perked nipples. Kyungsoo emits the most beautiful moan, as Jongin envelope's the nub between his lips, and is soon enough scraping it with his teeth.
By now, Kyungsoo is writhing, Jongin's soft touches over his hip bones, ribs, lips on his chest, hair tickling his shoulders, it's all too much. With a hot gasp, he grabs a handful of the younger's tresses in his fist. "Please," He whines, voice shaking. "You've d-done enough." Kyungsoo rocks his hips forward, only to be met with a palm to his crotch. His obviously bulge is fondled, and he bites his lip not to moan outright.
"On your knees then," Jongin smirks. "If you can handle it."
Kyungsoo drops to the floor, swapping positions with the younger, and pressing his quivering hands over Jongin's thighs. He looks up to make eye contact, licking his lips when he sees that Jongin too, is not quite soft.
"Strip first." Jongin demands, and Kyungsoo can feel the other's hungry gaze searing into him as he slips from his pajama bottoms. He wonders why he even bothered to dress himself. Naked, and shivering from all sorts of emotions, arousal, excitement, nerves, he gets as comfy as he can on his knees. Kyungsoo's cock is erect, just touching his lower abdomen. He moves a hand to stroke it, eyes falling closed in pleasure.
"Don't touch yourself." Jongin demands, pushing Kyungsoo hand away from his length, with his foot. He wants the older to focus on him, and only him right now. The other appears to comply, but not without a small pout. To reassure the other, Jongin adds in a whisper. "I'll make you sure to make you feel good later."
Kyungsoo's mouth waters as his fingers fumble to undo the taller boy's jeans, and peel them down his toned legs. Once he does, underwear following suit, he's faced with Jongin's half hard cock. Kyungsoo dips his tongue in the slit, after grasping the base, smirking when he sees how the other reacts. He can almost feel the tingle it sends up Jongin's spine, only making him harder. Kyungsoo hums, blowing on the tip before slipping his pillowy lips over the cock, engulfing it in his mouth. It's a stretch, but Jongin is oh so big, and he loves it. He sucks shallowly until the younger whimpers for more, and he does as he asked of. Kyungsoo pushes deeper, pulling Jongin's length farther into his throat.
Jongin feels his knees waver and melt to jelly as Kyungsoo cute little mouth bobs along his cock. One of his hands come to rest on the back of the older's head, edging him a bit closer, but trying not to be too forceful in his lustful haze. It just feel so incredible, and he's lost in his raging adolescent hormones. Jongin's hips begin to buck against his will when Kyungsoo moves on to deepthroat him. He can feel the older's smirk around his red hot cock, and he's so close, so very close. A high pitched keen is the only warning Jongin gives before he's spurting cum into the other's mouth, filling it to the brim.
Kyungsoo pulls off, and tries his best to swallow. Despite his best attempts, semen still ends up dribbling down his chin, shiny and slick. He smiles coyly up at the other.
Jongin cups the older's cheek in his hand once his vision returns, and he comes down from his ecstasy. "You look so good sucking my cock." He watches as he causes Kyungsoo to blush before the smaller male springs into standing position and wipes some cum he has on his fingers across the younger's face.
"Ew." Jongin squeaks, and the older laughs.
"It's yours." Kyungsoo scoffs.
In a heap of limbs, muffled moans, and sticky sweat, Jongin makes the older feel good, as he had promised. He stretches him open in his lap, fingers pressing at Kyungsoo's sweet spot til he yelps, and pulls back before he can go over the edge. The cycle repeats until Kyungsoo's nails are near stuck in Jongin's skin, and they both are too needy for any more teasing.
He lays the other in the sheets, and pulls his legs over his shoulders. Jongin lathers his own cock in most of the remaining lube, before fisting Kyungsoo's cock, and thrusting himself inside smoothly. Kyungsoo yell is stifled by Jongin's shoulder in his mouth, as he cries out in pain at first, then soon pleasure as the younger rolls his hips to move inside him.
It's goes on, push and pull, scream and bite, moan and sigh until Jongin climaxes deep inside Kyungsoo's ass, and the older ejaculates over his own stomach. They collapse next to each other in the sheets, and Jongin knows by this time, he only has so long before he has to go back to the streets, back to his lonely, dirty fire escape.
There is silence for a while. After doing his best to even out his breath, Jongin turns to face Kyungsoo. The morning's light is beginning to seep in through the window behind the older's head making him look angelic. It's the things like smiling sheepishly at Kyungsoo when they pass in the streets, like way his eyes twinkle when he's spots Jongin running up to his door, like laying next to him in bed after sex and just enjoying each other's presence. Jongin knows they don't see each other much, but he loves Kyungsoo, he knows he does.
The other boy makes him feel like there's hope, like their is someone out there who does care about him. Jongin wants to be held, to be told he's loved too. He wants to wake up next to Kyungsoo every morning, and fall asleep next to him every night. He wants that type of consistency, he wants that type of intimacy. Jongin wants more than sex, he wants to hold Kyungsoo's hand, he wants his head against his chest, he wants to take naps with him, and have his lips all to himself. But Jongin knows better than that. He knows he and Kyungsoo could never be. He's just a paperboy orphan. Rich kids with father's like Kyungsoo don't want boys like him.
Every day that passes just gets harder for Jongin to bear. It's the same routine each morning, afternoon, and night. Jongin wakes up, goes to work, sells newspapers with his friend, goes to Kyungsoo's house, fucks around with him, and rolls on back "home". Something has to change, or Jongin is going to lose his mind.
They're side by side again, sun creeping up beyond the horizon, when Jongin just has to. He turns over to face the older, to find that Kyungsoo is already looking at him. He has to tell him he loves him. The only thing he has to lose, is Kyungsoo. Jongin is going to lose him anyways if he doesn't fess up soon.
"I love you."
Jongin's heart stops, because the words hadn't come from his own mouth, they had come from Kyungsoo's.
"Do you really?" He asks cautiously, biting his lip and gazing into the older's pretty brown orbs.
"Oui. I love you."
Jongin pauses still. Kyungsoo's face falls.
"I'm sorry, do you not love me back?
Jongin shakes his head fervently, then nods quickly, then just speaks.
"No, no, I do love you. I do."
Kyungsoo's smile is all he thinks he'll ever need.
Jongin doesn't feel like much has changed. He still wakes up to the pouring rain on his face, and sells newspapers with Chanyeol. He goes to Kyungsoo's house when night falls, still, and has to rush out by morning. But there is something nice, about talking instead of silence, even if it's mindless, like about the newspaper headline, or some idiots in Kyungsoo's class.
There was something so calming about loving someone, and being loved back. Jongin could do this, he could live like this. He only has one shot at life, and this isn't the best shot he could have gotten but it will suffice.
"Tell me something sweet." Kyungsoo says to him sometimes.
"Tu es plus beau que le soleil." Jongin laughs. " You and your smile is all I will ever need."
- jk this is awesome
- wrote this is 2hrs
- sorry for mistakes
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Newsboys!AU
Length: 3034 w.
Warning(s): French
Summary: In which Jongin is a lonely newsboy, who fell too hard, too fast.
Note: Written for spiritkitkat in the sncj_santa fic exchange. Reposted from my old lj account koreanitalics.
Mornings are unpleasant for Jongin. He guesses it would be for any other teenage orphan sleeping on the railings of fire escapes, and eating from the bottom of the soup kitchen bowls. Not that he minds, he has a beautiful view of downtown Paris from his perch above the three star hotel, Hotel de Merde, in which he sleeps. The leftovers at the soup kitchen aren't that insufferable either, he likes the nights when the cooks he's come to know save him some clam chowder or cream of mushroom. Okay, Jongin does mind, but he pretends not to, because what's the use in trying to change something you're not capable of changing.
Every morning is the same. Jongin wakes up, groans because his heart is still beating, and finds his fingers nearly frozen to the railing beneath his head. He shakes out the kinks in his neck, the aches in his arms, and the pins and needles searing into the arches of his feet. He sits on the edge of the fire escape, scrawny legs hanging over the iron edge as his calloused hands clutch the bar railings. Jongin stares into the street below, inhaling the disgusting sweet scent of fresh garbage mingling with last evening's rain. Water trickles down the flood pipe, a little waterfall dripping in teaspoons worth of rain onto the cement of the alley below. Jongin leans forward, watching, and stretching as far as he can. His heart gets a jumpstart of adrenaline as the possibility of him falling grows more and more realistic with every inch further his torso tilts. He's only nineteen, but oh how'd he give anything to be on the brink of the end.
Chanyeol greets him with a kiss on the cheek and a stack of papers half Jongin's height.
"Bonjour," He has to stifle his laugh at his friend's heavy accent drowning the french expression. "How'd you sleep?"
"Bien, toi?" Jongin replies, yawning as he reads the headline.
"Un Homme se Noie dans la Riviere"
"What a beautiful morning we have here." Jongin drawls sarcastically. Chanyeol swings an arm around the younger's shoulder, and slips a handful of something into his pocket. Jongin's fingers follow the other's out and- euros?
"Pourquoi?" He fills his palm with the handful of silver coins, and looks up at Chanyeol. "Why...I don't need these, take them back..."
Chanyeol pushes Jongin's hand away, forcefully directing it, and the currency back into his pocket. "You need it more than I do, for fuck's sake, you're sleeping on the fire escape of Shit Hotel."
Jongin's gaze falls to the ground, and he lets the older boy slip the coins into his pants. "Thank you," He murmurs. "I'll pay you back, I promise."
Chanyeol just laughs.
Being a newsboy is the exact opposite of fun. No matter what the weather, in rain, or shine, or snow, or sleet, the orphans gather on street corners all throughout the lively city of Paris. Today, Jongin and Chanyeol are shoving soggy newspapers in citizens faces when they try to pass them to the opera. The rain started only an hour ago, which within that time, the two friends had only managed to sell three papers. One to an old lady, one to an old man, (both of which Chanyeol had pulled the orphan card for), and then a small child who had run away from home.
"If you buy a newspaper, you can keep up with what's going on in the city, know your way around." Jongin had told the little boy.
"B-but, I only have three pounds. If I buy a newspaper I won't have enough money for food." The child pouted, and Chanyeol tried to interject in Jongin's persuasions, but to no avail.
"You won't have enough money for food anyways. Just buy a newspaper. You can eat it if you get hungry." Jongin eventually got the silver coin from the boy, and he ran off clutching it to his chest.
"Jongin," Chanyeol whined, like a kicked puppy as he leaned against the brick wall outside the theatre. "That kid is bound to be classified as an orphan in a day, and you were pressuring him out of money?"
"He's not an orphan." Jongin snaps at his friend. "He chose to run away from his parents, they weren't burned in a house fire."
Rain starts to fall, and Chanyeol shut his mouth.
The day seems to drag on forever, and when night is finally falling, it feels like it hasn't lasted long enough.
"I just have one more paper sir, please, I need to feed my baby sister." Chanyeol waves the black and white print in a rich man's face, only to be pushed aside so he may get to the opera house.
Jongin scoffs. "You don't have a baby sister."
"It was worth a try."
Chanyeol has a brother. He's eleven, and he's selling papers on the other side of town. Jongin has never spoke to his friend's sibling before, but he's seen Chanyeol arrive at the news stand with him, and leave with him draped over his arms at the end of the day. Sometimes Jongin wishes he had a brother, or even a sister, just so he wouldn't be so lonely on the fire escape. The only things that keep him from wishing too hard, are the fact that he has no parents, and that he really isn't alone.
Jongin's mother and father died in a house fire a little over a year ago. Chanyeol's mother perished birthing his brother. Their dad had abandoned them long before. Jongin knew he could never care for another human being, he can barely take care of himself. Besides, he wouldn't be around often enough for his little brother or sister, what with his midnight excursions. Jongin doesn't sleep in a city that doesn't either.
"That was a long day." Chanyeol says, rubbing his sleepy eyes as they trudge back through the puddles to the news stand. Jongin's heart felt heavy, heavier than the sopping newspaper left in his hand.
Chanyeol had failed to sell all of his papers, but since he had given Jongin euros earlier this morning, and had a little brother to feed, Jongin offered to take the blame. The punishment for not selling all the newspapers you paid to sell, was a pound per print.
"I'm sorry," His friend begins to apologize, but Jongin stops him.
"It's okay, I get it. You have someone else you need to worry about."
Chanyeol looks away, sheepishly, then looks back at the shorter male. "So do you."
Jongin hits him. "He has more than enough money to provide for all the newsboys for years!"
"Maybe you could ask to borrow some euros then."
"Borrow." Jongin snarls. "Bonsoir, Park Chanyeol."
"Avoir putain Kyungsoo plaisir ce soir." The tall male smirks.
"Shut the fuck up."
Although Jongin is going to have fun fucking Kyungsoo tonight.
They've been doing this since forever. Jongin will finish selling papers, and when the city clock echos twelve rings, he'll dash in the back door of Kyungsoo's house, that just so happens to be the same home as the owner of the newspaper company. Jongin is fucking his boss' son.
They met when Jongin first applied for the job. Kyungsoo had caught him with his bright round eyes, pale skin, and cliche personality. The boy was everything Jongin had ever wanted, in that moment they locked eyes, and the look quickly turned from an innocent gaze to a heated stare.
They fucked on the first date.
Making out, teeth clashing, and lips swollen, they tumbled in the plush sheets of Kyungsoo's bed. Once they had done it once, the craving to do it again was uncontrollable.
Jongin slipped with the shadows along the wall of the mansion. Making it into his love affair's room unseen, unheard, was a difficult task, he had managed many times before. Even though he's always successful, the sneaking around sends chills up his spine, and a shot of adrenaline through his veins.
He knocks gently on the back door, just once, before a pasty hand yanks him inside. He's greeted by warm lips, and a familiar face, only being partially lit by the moonlight leaking in through the cracked door.
"I've been waiting all day to see you." Kyungsoo whispers. His lips are but an inch away from Jongin's.
The younger's lips quirk, his hands already gripping the older's slender waist. He spins him around to give the door a kick shut, and Jongin pins Kyungsoo's slim wrists to the wall.
He's been in this room, Kyungsoo's bedroom, enough times to know his way around even in the cover of the dark. It's not like they use most of the room anyways, just the walls, for foreplay, until they end up tumbling onto the older's plush and very expensive bed.
Jongin's lips attack the first slice of skin he sees, which happens to be Kyungsoo's jaw. His skin is pale, and delicate, sweet to the taste. Jongin's tongue slides over the pink blossom he's suckled, and sighs softly against the older's neck. "T'es beau, tu sais."
Kyungsoo chuckles breathily, and replies in his perfectly trained french accent. "Arrête un peu." He whines, the light laugh tickles the top of Jongin's head, and he smiles, before continuing to increasingly ravish the other boy's skin.
His lips suck and gasp around Kyungsoo's neck, before diving down to work on his collarbone. Behind him, Jongin has left red splotches, that he can only begin to imagine how the older will hide. Although, judging by the whimpers, and whines being projected from Kyungsoo's thick lips, he doesn't mind, and won't be deciding how to conceal them anytime soon.
Jongin aims to tease first, please second. He pulls on the buttons of Kyungsoo's silken pajamas, til they slip like water off his shoulders to the ground. He moves in, bending down to lick tauntingly at one of the other's perked nipples. Kyungsoo emits the most beautiful moan, as Jongin envelope's the nub between his lips, and is soon enough scraping it with his teeth.
By now, Kyungsoo is writhing, Jongin's soft touches over his hip bones, ribs, lips on his chest, hair tickling his shoulders, it's all too much. With a hot gasp, he grabs a handful of the younger's tresses in his fist. "Please," He whines, voice shaking. "You've d-done enough." Kyungsoo rocks his hips forward, only to be met with a palm to his crotch. His obviously bulge is fondled, and he bites his lip not to moan outright.
"On your knees then," Jongin smirks. "If you can handle it."
Kyungsoo drops to the floor, swapping positions with the younger, and pressing his quivering hands over Jongin's thighs. He looks up to make eye contact, licking his lips when he sees that Jongin too, is not quite soft.
"Strip first." Jongin demands, and Kyungsoo can feel the other's hungry gaze searing into him as he slips from his pajama bottoms. He wonders why he even bothered to dress himself. Naked, and shivering from all sorts of emotions, arousal, excitement, nerves, he gets as comfy as he can on his knees. Kyungsoo's cock is erect, just touching his lower abdomen. He moves a hand to stroke it, eyes falling closed in pleasure.
"Don't touch yourself." Jongin demands, pushing Kyungsoo hand away from his length, with his foot. He wants the older to focus on him, and only him right now. The other appears to comply, but not without a small pout. To reassure the other, Jongin adds in a whisper. "I'll make you sure to make you feel good later."
Kyungsoo's mouth waters as his fingers fumble to undo the taller boy's jeans, and peel them down his toned legs. Once he does, underwear following suit, he's faced with Jongin's half hard cock. Kyungsoo dips his tongue in the slit, after grasping the base, smirking when he sees how the other reacts. He can almost feel the tingle it sends up Jongin's spine, only making him harder. Kyungsoo hums, blowing on the tip before slipping his pillowy lips over the cock, engulfing it in his mouth. It's a stretch, but Jongin is oh so big, and he loves it. He sucks shallowly until the younger whimpers for more, and he does as he asked of. Kyungsoo pushes deeper, pulling Jongin's length farther into his throat.
Jongin feels his knees waver and melt to jelly as Kyungsoo cute little mouth bobs along his cock. One of his hands come to rest on the back of the older's head, edging him a bit closer, but trying not to be too forceful in his lustful haze. It just feel so incredible, and he's lost in his raging adolescent hormones. Jongin's hips begin to buck against his will when Kyungsoo moves on to deepthroat him. He can feel the older's smirk around his red hot cock, and he's so close, so very close. A high pitched keen is the only warning Jongin gives before he's spurting cum into the other's mouth, filling it to the brim.
Kyungsoo pulls off, and tries his best to swallow. Despite his best attempts, semen still ends up dribbling down his chin, shiny and slick. He smiles coyly up at the other.
Jongin cups the older's cheek in his hand once his vision returns, and he comes down from his ecstasy. "You look so good sucking my cock." He watches as he causes Kyungsoo to blush before the smaller male springs into standing position and wipes some cum he has on his fingers across the younger's face.
"Ew." Jongin squeaks, and the older laughs.
"It's yours." Kyungsoo scoffs.
In a heap of limbs, muffled moans, and sticky sweat, Jongin makes the older feel good, as he had promised. He stretches him open in his lap, fingers pressing at Kyungsoo's sweet spot til he yelps, and pulls back before he can go over the edge. The cycle repeats until Kyungsoo's nails are near stuck in Jongin's skin, and they both are too needy for any more teasing.
He lays the other in the sheets, and pulls his legs over his shoulders. Jongin lathers his own cock in most of the remaining lube, before fisting Kyungsoo's cock, and thrusting himself inside smoothly. Kyungsoo yell is stifled by Jongin's shoulder in his mouth, as he cries out in pain at first, then soon pleasure as the younger rolls his hips to move inside him.
It's goes on, push and pull, scream and bite, moan and sigh until Jongin climaxes deep inside Kyungsoo's ass, and the older ejaculates over his own stomach. They collapse next to each other in the sheets, and Jongin knows by this time, he only has so long before he has to go back to the streets, back to his lonely, dirty fire escape.
There is silence for a while. After doing his best to even out his breath, Jongin turns to face Kyungsoo. The morning's light is beginning to seep in through the window behind the older's head making him look angelic. It's the things like smiling sheepishly at Kyungsoo when they pass in the streets, like way his eyes twinkle when he's spots Jongin running up to his door, like laying next to him in bed after sex and just enjoying each other's presence. Jongin knows they don't see each other much, but he loves Kyungsoo, he knows he does.
The other boy makes him feel like there's hope, like their is someone out there who does care about him. Jongin wants to be held, to be told he's loved too. He wants to wake up next to Kyungsoo every morning, and fall asleep next to him every night. He wants that type of consistency, he wants that type of intimacy. Jongin wants more than sex, he wants to hold Kyungsoo's hand, he wants his head against his chest, he wants to take naps with him, and have his lips all to himself. But Jongin knows better than that. He knows he and Kyungsoo could never be. He's just a paperboy orphan. Rich kids with father's like Kyungsoo don't want boys like him.
Every day that passes just gets harder for Jongin to bear. It's the same routine each morning, afternoon, and night. Jongin wakes up, goes to work, sells newspapers with his friend, goes to Kyungsoo's house, fucks around with him, and rolls on back "home". Something has to change, or Jongin is going to lose his mind.
They're side by side again, sun creeping up beyond the horizon, when Jongin just has to. He turns over to face the older, to find that Kyungsoo is already looking at him. He has to tell him he loves him. The only thing he has to lose, is Kyungsoo. Jongin is going to lose him anyways if he doesn't fess up soon.
"I love you."
Jongin's heart stops, because the words hadn't come from his own mouth, they had come from Kyungsoo's.
"Do you really?" He asks cautiously, biting his lip and gazing into the older's pretty brown orbs.
"Oui. I love you."
Jongin pauses still. Kyungsoo's face falls.
"I'm sorry, do you not love me back?
Jongin shakes his head fervently, then nods quickly, then just speaks.
"No, no, I do love you. I do."
Kyungsoo's smile is all he thinks he'll ever need.
Jongin doesn't feel like much has changed. He still wakes up to the pouring rain on his face, and sells newspapers with Chanyeol. He goes to Kyungsoo's house when night falls, still, and has to rush out by morning. But there is something nice, about talking instead of silence, even if it's mindless, like about the newspaper headline, or some idiots in Kyungsoo's class.
There was something so calming about loving someone, and being loved back. Jongin could do this, he could live like this. He only has one shot at life, and this isn't the best shot he could have gotten but it will suffice.
"Tell me something sweet." Kyungsoo says to him sometimes.
"Tu es plus beau que le soleil." Jongin laughs. " You and your smile is all I will ever need."
- jk this is awesome
- wrote this is 2hrs
- sorry for mistakes