Getting in You Pants 13
Getting In Your Pants 13/?
Genre: Comedy/Romance./Hurt
Rating: R
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Lee Junho's life is anything but perfect. His girlfriend has just left him, his boss is threatening to fire him(while performing sexual harassment with his eyes) and now some kid (well not a kid) has just put a hole in his $800 pants! Junho knows this kid is going to be nothing but trouble in his life but will he let him stay by his side? Of course he will, because this boy owes him a new pair of pants.
Author's Notes: I'm trying another ChanHo fic, I have no idea how it is going to turn out or even how the end is... But please enjoy anyways!! I swear I've got too many fics going at once... This one isn't even on the list... DEDICATING THIS FIC TO kanashimi_desu BECAUSE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, Not in Love wouldn't have been so popular ;P
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Taecyeon gnawed on his lip, the tension in the air was killing him. His tongue itched as his mouth wanted to speak so badly. The air between Chansung and Junho seemed to be even more awkward as they all sat around the table. He wasn't even sure why they were there.
“Ch-...”
“Junho, let's go for a walk.” Chansung interrupted Junho just as he was about to speak.
“O-okay...” The small boy glanced at Taecyeon before following behind Chansung. He kept his distance from the tall boy, letting him walk alone along the beach. He was sure that it was only to keep away from the awkward table. Junho kicked the sand under his feet, not noticing a shadow grow over him until he bumped into something. He blinked in surprise, looking up. “What is it?”
The tall boy stared at Junho, keeping their eyes locked on each other. Chansung stepped closer and the small boy no longer felt the breeze. Junho still shivered as the tall boy's eyes moved to his lips.
“C-Chansung?” The older boy gasped when Chansung caressed his cheek. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up.”
Junho's heart raced as the tall boy leaned over, coming uncomfortably close to his face. His breathing quickened as Chansung closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly. He was just about to open his mouth to protest when another voice stopped the other boy.
“Hey!”
The small boy sighed in relief. “H-hey.” He peeked out from around Chansung and smiled at Mihae.
“If you're not busy...” Mihae smiled, playing with her fingers. “Come with me for a walk?”
Junho's grin spread to the edges of his face before he felt a cold shadow grow over him again. He glanced at Chansung, seeing the tall boy glare at the ocean. Junho cleared his throat, looking down at the sand.
“Junho?”
“Uh, sure.” He choked out, not noticing Chansung's piercing gaze.
Mihae slipped her arm through Junho's, making his heart skip a beat.
“Junsu, can we talk?”
Chansung looked up at the porch of the cabin, seeing Taecyeon follow behind the shorter boy.
“What is it?” Junsu asked, turning around.
“Uh, let's walk and talk.” Taecyeon bit his lip as he slipped passed the older boy and started to walk down the beach. “Oh, did you confess yet?” The tall boy whispered, suddenly noticing Chansung.
“Confess? Confess to what?”
“I'm pretty sure I don't have to say it. Are you two just going to be friends with benefits?”
“Taecyeon, I thought you wanted to talk to me, not this guy.”
“Ah.” The tall boy cleared his throat. “Right. Let's go Junsu.”
Chansung glared at the ground as his cheeks burned. Why was this person telling him what to do? Why did he act like he knew what was going on? He felt his blood pumping, making his heart pound faster.
“Because you love him.”
He felt his heart stop for a moment as time stilled. He chuckled softly. “I don't...” He shook his head. “It's not...” Chansung's brows creased.
“Does that mean you have feelings for me Chansung? Do you love me?”
His heartbeats suddenly accelerated. He looked at his hands as they trembled. He had touched Junho so many times, was he supposed to believe that those were completely straight male actions? He had even pushed the older boy against the wall and ...
Chansung felt a blush fill his cheeks and rise to his ears. That time that Junho was about to touch himself because of that man, why had Chansung really stopped him? He was jealous. The tall boy tensed, feeling the cold morning breeze blow right through him.
The whole time he was yelling at Junho about when feelings were starting to develop were all about him. He had agreed to that stupid bet because he was already starting to grow to... “I need to find Junho...”
“Where exactly are we going?” Junsu asked as he realized that he was now in the lead and Taecyeon was trailing behind.
“Here's fine...” Taecyeon said, keeping his head bowed.
“So... What is it?”
The tall boy looked like he was praying a moment before he stepped closer to Junsu. “I... This is important... So just listen then you can do whatever... Run, slap me, yell at me, whatever.”
Junsu raised a brow. “Out with it already.”
“I like you.” Taecyeon choked out.
The older boy blinked in confusion. “That's important? I know you like me, we've been fri-...”
“No Junsu... Not like that, I...” Taecyeon gritted his teeth. “I love you Junsu.”
“What?”
The tall boy cringed at Junsu's tone. “I really like you... I can't stop thinking about you. I want to spend every minute with you. I want to hold you, kiss you... The other night....”
“Enough!”
Taecyeon jumped, looking up finally to see the shorter boy's glare. “J-Junsu...”
“Don't come near me.” Junsu backed up as the tall boy stepped closer to him. “Stay away from me.”
“Junsu don't... Please...”
“Get away!” He shouted, slapping the younger boy. He could see the hurt on Taecyeon's face as he touched his cheek. “S-stay away from me...” Junsu stumbled before walking by the tall boy and leaving him on the beach.
Taecyeon felt the ocean breeze as a tear rolled down his cheek. He fell to his knees, staring into the rising sun as it blinded him.
“I know he went this way... Unless he went into a cottage.” Chansung cringed as he saw a row of small cottages. There was no way he was going to knock on every door and ask. He felt like giving up then when a young looking female was running down the beach. “Um, excuse me.”
“Yes?” She said, stopping and a bit out of breath.
“Have you seen a guy about this height...” Chansung lifted his hand to Junho's height. “... With a girl heading down the beach?”
“Yeah, they were still walking when I passed them.”
“Thanks.” Chansung smiled and she smiled back before jogging off. “Well they shouldn't be that far up ahead.” He decided to run, hoping to catch them sooner before they really did disappear. He smiled as he noticed two sets of footprints, the grooves similar to Junho's sandals.
He finally caught sight of two figures sitting on the pier. Chansung took a deep breath, knowing that Junho was still with Mihae so he would have to pull him away without an issue. He started to feel nervous as he thought that Junho might not come with him.
The wind gave him a gentle push, encouraging him and making him smile. He approached the two, the sun suddenly blinding him. He put his arm over his eyes as he stepped up the rocky pier and froze. His heart stopped again as it broke into tiny pieces. His arm fell to his side, letting the suns rays pierce his eyes.
His made a tight fist as he watched as Junho's bottom lip caught Mihae's, drawing it into his mouth. Chansung suddenly felt sick to his stomach and decided it was best to leave. As he turned, a stone caught in his sandal and crunched.
“Oh hey!” Mihae shouted happily.
Chansung's wide eyes made their way to the couple, catching Junho's similar stare. “C-Chansung...” His lips moved but formed no words as he turned fully, almost tripping as he walked down the cement pier. “Chansung!”
His chest started to hurt as if the shards of his heart were stabbing him, trying to escape. He kept his fists tight at his side as he continued to walk, ignoring Junho's shouts.
“Mihae I'm sorry... I have to go.”
“Is there something...” She wiggled her finger, pointing to Chansung then to Junho. “Did I come between something?”
Junho bowed his head as he sighed. “I don't know...”
Mihae patted his shoulder. “If you don't know, that means there is. He looked hurt Junho, go to him.”
He blinked in confusion before letting out a soft chuckle. “Just when I think I might have another chance, something else comes up.”
Mihae smiled. “Junho, don't be silly.” He looked up. “I live here, you live in the city... I doubt we would....” She sighed. “It was fun Junho and you're really sweet but I could see that you were distracted. Just go to him okay?” She smiled, giving Junho a small push.
“So there wasn't even a...”
“There was Junho... But I don't think it would've worked out for too long.”
Junho sighed. “Okay... Then I'll be going... I had fun, thanks.” He nodded before running after Chansung.
“Chansung stop!” He shouted, grabbing the tall boy's arm to stop him.
Chansung ripped his arm away, making the small boy fall onto the beach. Junho blinked in surprise as he slowly got to his feet.
“Chansung-ah...”
“Don't call me that.” The younger boy hissed.
“L-listen Chansung...”
“I don't want to hear anything Junho... I'm sorry I interrupted time with your girlfriend.”
“She's not my girlfriend.”
“Then your friend. Whatever.” Chansung shook his head before starting to walk away.
“Chansung wait! What you saw was..!”
“Exactly what I saw.” The tall boy's eyes weren't as small anymore. “Good for you Junho. At least you have her name now.”
Junho could only watch the younger boy's back as he walked away from him. His feet sunk into the sank, stopping him from running anymore. “No... Chansung...”
Doojoon blinked nervously, his eyes moving from boy to boy. He raised a brow. “Well, I'd ask you if you all had fun but...”
“Sorry sir...” Junho made Doojoon frown.
“We'll be leaving now...” Taecyeon announced.
They loaded their stuff into the car and without even discussing it, Junsu and Chansung switched seats. No boy had asked or bothered to figure out what each others problem was and it was a silent ride home.
Chansung remained in the car as Taecyeon got out to help Junho. The small boy was startled when Taecyeon suddenly wrapped his arms around him. “Maybe we could go out for drinks later.”
Junho sighed. “You know that wouldn't be a good idea... Why don't you just come over later.”
“Okay... I'll bring something we can both enjoy.” The tall boy smiled.
“Fucking queers.” Junsu muttered to himself as he glanced in the mirror.
Junho dropped his bag on the floor, leaving it there as he made his way to his bed and flopped onto it. Jeonggamjumped up, curling up next to him. “I think I made a mistake Jeonggam...” The cat started to purr against him, nuzzling his arm. Junho sighed, pulling his pillow under his face and falling asleep.
The door bell went off, startling Junho and making Jeonggam jump off the bed. Junho glanced at the clock, his eyes widened as he read '9:30PM'. The bell went off again and he got off the bed. He rubbed his eyes as he opened the door.
“I brought the... I should've called first.” Taecyeon stopped in mid-sentence as he saw the sleep in Junho's eyes.
“Mm, I would've been up either way.”
“But if you want to be alone...”
“It's fine Taecyeon, come in.”
It was a night of silent consolations. Neither boy was to tell the other 'everything would be alright', it wasn't their thing. It was also a bunch of lies. Junho grabbed his glass, downing the rest of the alcohol before slamming it back down. He sighed, laying back on the couch.
“I should leave... So you can go to bed.” Taecyeon got up from the couch but the small boy pulled him down.
“Don't be ridiculous. You know I can't let you just leave when you're drunk.”
“I'm not drunk.” Taecyeon frowned, inching his way up the younger boy's body. He laid comfortably between Junho's legs.
“You're drunk.. You drank that whole bottle by yourself.” The small boy whispered, feeling Taecyeon's breath against his lips.
“Mm... I was thirsty.”
“There's water in the... Fridge.” Junho watched the tall boy's lips come closer to his own.
“Is it okay if I partake in this water instead?” Taecyeon asked before pressing their lips together. He felt Junho push his tongue against his own, forcing it's way into his mouth. The kiss started out slowly but then moved feverishly as Taecyeon's hand slid down the younger boy's body to grope his crotch.
Junho arched his back, moaning into the tall boy's mouth. He allowed Taecyeon's hand to slip into his shorts, stroking his length until the flesh became tight and hard. He let his head fall back on the couch as he panted and the other boy attacked his neck.
He grunted when Taecyeon jerked his hand. The tall boy rubbed the tip, covering it with pre-cum as he ran his hand up and down Junho's cock. The small boy was pushing his hips off the couch to meet with Taecyeon's hand, thrusting into it to create more friction.
Junho shuddered as the other boy's tongue licked his new bruise, the now sensitive skin giving him tingles. Taecyeon nipped at his collarbone as his hand moved faster, making him moan deeply. He felt heat pooling in his stomach as he threw his head back. He bucked his hips forward one last time before filling Taecyeon's hand with cum. The tall boy milked him for every drop before pulling his hand from his pants.
Junho opened his eyes, watching the other boy as he cleaned his hand off with a tissue. “Taecyeon... Take off...”
“No, I'm fine.” The tall boy smiled, brushing Junho's sweaty bangs from face. “Let's go to bed... You'll wake up sore if you sleep here.”
“Mmm, okay.”
Taecyeon's helped the shorter boy to bed, dropping him softly and climbing in next to him.
“I forgot my...” Chansung bit his lip. “No, I thought I left my...” He eyed the key in his hand. Junho had gotten him an extra key made a while ago since he was coming over every day anyways. Chansung still knocked on the door though, feeling like a guest. “He's probably still sleeping... Maybe I'll just check on him.”
He turned the lock quietly, stepping into the apartment. He frowned at the amount of alcohol bottles on the table, knowing that it was his fault. He crept quietly to the bedroom doorway, almost dropping his key.
“Again?” Chansung whispered as he noticed how tightly Taecyeon held Junho in his arms. He chuckled softly, wondering why he had even thought about coming.
Jeonggam meowed, startling him.
“No, shh.” Chansung waved his arms around.
“Mmm, what is it Jeonggam?” Junho asked in a groggy voice, shuffling in the bed.
Chansung wasn't quick enough to react when the small boy sat up and stared at him.
“Chansung?”
“I came to return the key.” The tall boy said as his eyes fell and he let the key drop to the floor.
“Chansung wait!” Junho jumped out of bed, running after the other boy as he left the apartment.
Chansung couldn't hit the elevator button any harder as he punched it, praying that the thing would travel at the speed of light. Unfortunately for him, this was real life and Junho caught up with him.
“Chansung listen...”
“So you aren't gay, huh? But you'll sleep with a fag?”
“Chansung! I didn't sleep with him.”
“You didn't? You were in the same bed.”
Junho sighed. “Yes we slept but nothing else happened!”
“Is that true?”
The small boy hesitated and it was all that Chansung needed. “Goodbye Junho. I'll mail you the money.”
Junho stood at the elevator as the doors closed and left him alone.
Genre: Comedy/Romance./Hurt
Rating: R
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Lee Junho's life is anything but perfect. His girlfriend has just left him, his boss is threatening to fire him(while performing sexual harassment with his eyes) and now some kid (well not a kid) has just put a hole in his $800 pants! Junho knows this kid is going to be nothing but trouble in his life but will he let him stay by his side? Of course he will, because this boy owes him a new pair of pants.
Author's Notes: I'm trying another ChanHo fic, I have no idea how it is going to turn out or even how the end is... But please enjoy anyways!! I swear I've got too many fics going at once... This one isn't even on the list... DEDICATING THIS FIC TO kanashimi_desu BECAUSE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, Not in Love wouldn't have been so popular ;P
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Taecyeon gnawed on his lip, the tension in the air was killing him. His tongue itched as his mouth wanted to speak so badly. The air between Chansung and Junho seemed to be even more awkward as they all sat around the table. He wasn't even sure why they were there.
“Ch-...”
“Junho, let's go for a walk.” Chansung interrupted Junho just as he was about to speak.
“O-okay...” The small boy glanced at Taecyeon before following behind Chansung. He kept his distance from the tall boy, letting him walk alone along the beach. He was sure that it was only to keep away from the awkward table. Junho kicked the sand under his feet, not noticing a shadow grow over him until he bumped into something. He blinked in surprise, looking up. “What is it?”
The tall boy stared at Junho, keeping their eyes locked on each other. Chansung stepped closer and the small boy no longer felt the breeze. Junho still shivered as the tall boy's eyes moved to his lips.
“C-Chansung?” The older boy gasped when Chansung caressed his cheek. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up.”
Junho's heart raced as the tall boy leaned over, coming uncomfortably close to his face. His breathing quickened as Chansung closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly. He was just about to open his mouth to protest when another voice stopped the other boy.
“Hey!”
The small boy sighed in relief. “H-hey.” He peeked out from around Chansung and smiled at Mihae.
“If you're not busy...” Mihae smiled, playing with her fingers. “Come with me for a walk?”
Junho's grin spread to the edges of his face before he felt a cold shadow grow over him again. He glanced at Chansung, seeing the tall boy glare at the ocean. Junho cleared his throat, looking down at the sand.
“Junho?”
“Uh, sure.” He choked out, not noticing Chansung's piercing gaze.
Mihae slipped her arm through Junho's, making his heart skip a beat.
“Junsu, can we talk?”
Chansung looked up at the porch of the cabin, seeing Taecyeon follow behind the shorter boy.
“What is it?” Junsu asked, turning around.
“Uh, let's walk and talk.” Taecyeon bit his lip as he slipped passed the older boy and started to walk down the beach. “Oh, did you confess yet?” The tall boy whispered, suddenly noticing Chansung.
“Confess? Confess to what?”
“I'm pretty sure I don't have to say it. Are you two just going to be friends with benefits?”
“Taecyeon, I thought you wanted to talk to me, not this guy.”
“Ah.” The tall boy cleared his throat. “Right. Let's go Junsu.”
Chansung glared at the ground as his cheeks burned. Why was this person telling him what to do? Why did he act like he knew what was going on? He felt his blood pumping, making his heart pound faster.
“Because you love him.”
He felt his heart stop for a moment as time stilled. He chuckled softly. “I don't...” He shook his head. “It's not...” Chansung's brows creased.
“Does that mean you have feelings for me Chansung? Do you love me?”
His heartbeats suddenly accelerated. He looked at his hands as they trembled. He had touched Junho so many times, was he supposed to believe that those were completely straight male actions? He had even pushed the older boy against the wall and ...
Chansung felt a blush fill his cheeks and rise to his ears. That time that Junho was about to touch himself because of that man, why had Chansung really stopped him? He was jealous. The tall boy tensed, feeling the cold morning breeze blow right through him.
The whole time he was yelling at Junho about when feelings were starting to develop were all about him. He had agreed to that stupid bet because he was already starting to grow to... “I need to find Junho...”
“Where exactly are we going?” Junsu asked as he realized that he was now in the lead and Taecyeon was trailing behind.
“Here's fine...” Taecyeon said, keeping his head bowed.
“So... What is it?”
The tall boy looked like he was praying a moment before he stepped closer to Junsu. “I... This is important... So just listen then you can do whatever... Run, slap me, yell at me, whatever.”
Junsu raised a brow. “Out with it already.”
“I like you.” Taecyeon choked out.
The older boy blinked in confusion. “That's important? I know you like me, we've been fri-...”
“No Junsu... Not like that, I...” Taecyeon gritted his teeth. “I love you Junsu.”
“What?”
The tall boy cringed at Junsu's tone. “I really like you... I can't stop thinking about you. I want to spend every minute with you. I want to hold you, kiss you... The other night....”
“Enough!”
Taecyeon jumped, looking up finally to see the shorter boy's glare. “J-Junsu...”
“Don't come near me.” Junsu backed up as the tall boy stepped closer to him. “Stay away from me.”
“Junsu don't... Please...”
“Get away!” He shouted, slapping the younger boy. He could see the hurt on Taecyeon's face as he touched his cheek. “S-stay away from me...” Junsu stumbled before walking by the tall boy and leaving him on the beach.
Taecyeon felt the ocean breeze as a tear rolled down his cheek. He fell to his knees, staring into the rising sun as it blinded him.
“I know he went this way... Unless he went into a cottage.” Chansung cringed as he saw a row of small cottages. There was no way he was going to knock on every door and ask. He felt like giving up then when a young looking female was running down the beach. “Um, excuse me.”
“Yes?” She said, stopping and a bit out of breath.
“Have you seen a guy about this height...” Chansung lifted his hand to Junho's height. “... With a girl heading down the beach?”
“Yeah, they were still walking when I passed them.”
“Thanks.” Chansung smiled and she smiled back before jogging off. “Well they shouldn't be that far up ahead.” He decided to run, hoping to catch them sooner before they really did disappear. He smiled as he noticed two sets of footprints, the grooves similar to Junho's sandals.
He finally caught sight of two figures sitting on the pier. Chansung took a deep breath, knowing that Junho was still with Mihae so he would have to pull him away without an issue. He started to feel nervous as he thought that Junho might not come with him.
The wind gave him a gentle push, encouraging him and making him smile. He approached the two, the sun suddenly blinding him. He put his arm over his eyes as he stepped up the rocky pier and froze. His heart stopped again as it broke into tiny pieces. His arm fell to his side, letting the suns rays pierce his eyes.
His made a tight fist as he watched as Junho's bottom lip caught Mihae's, drawing it into his mouth. Chansung suddenly felt sick to his stomach and decided it was best to leave. As he turned, a stone caught in his sandal and crunched.
“Oh hey!” Mihae shouted happily.
Chansung's wide eyes made their way to the couple, catching Junho's similar stare. “C-Chansung...” His lips moved but formed no words as he turned fully, almost tripping as he walked down the cement pier. “Chansung!”
His chest started to hurt as if the shards of his heart were stabbing him, trying to escape. He kept his fists tight at his side as he continued to walk, ignoring Junho's shouts.
“Mihae I'm sorry... I have to go.”
“Is there something...” She wiggled her finger, pointing to Chansung then to Junho. “Did I come between something?”
Junho bowed his head as he sighed. “I don't know...”
Mihae patted his shoulder. “If you don't know, that means there is. He looked hurt Junho, go to him.”
He blinked in confusion before letting out a soft chuckle. “Just when I think I might have another chance, something else comes up.”
Mihae smiled. “Junho, don't be silly.” He looked up. “I live here, you live in the city... I doubt we would....” She sighed. “It was fun Junho and you're really sweet but I could see that you were distracted. Just go to him okay?” She smiled, giving Junho a small push.
“So there wasn't even a...”
“There was Junho... But I don't think it would've worked out for too long.”
Junho sighed. “Okay... Then I'll be going... I had fun, thanks.” He nodded before running after Chansung.
“Chansung stop!” He shouted, grabbing the tall boy's arm to stop him.
Chansung ripped his arm away, making the small boy fall onto the beach. Junho blinked in surprise as he slowly got to his feet.
“Chansung-ah...”
“Don't call me that.” The younger boy hissed.
“L-listen Chansung...”
“I don't want to hear anything Junho... I'm sorry I interrupted time with your girlfriend.”
“She's not my girlfriend.”
“Then your friend. Whatever.” Chansung shook his head before starting to walk away.
“Chansung wait! What you saw was..!”
“Exactly what I saw.” The tall boy's eyes weren't as small anymore. “Good for you Junho. At least you have her name now.”
Junho could only watch the younger boy's back as he walked away from him. His feet sunk into the sank, stopping him from running anymore. “No... Chansung...”
Doojoon blinked nervously, his eyes moving from boy to boy. He raised a brow. “Well, I'd ask you if you all had fun but...”
“Sorry sir...” Junho made Doojoon frown.
“We'll be leaving now...” Taecyeon announced.
They loaded their stuff into the car and without even discussing it, Junsu and Chansung switched seats. No boy had asked or bothered to figure out what each others problem was and it was a silent ride home.
Chansung remained in the car as Taecyeon got out to help Junho. The small boy was startled when Taecyeon suddenly wrapped his arms around him. “Maybe we could go out for drinks later.”
Junho sighed. “You know that wouldn't be a good idea... Why don't you just come over later.”
“Okay... I'll bring something we can both enjoy.” The tall boy smiled.
“Fucking queers.” Junsu muttered to himself as he glanced in the mirror.
Junho dropped his bag on the floor, leaving it there as he made his way to his bed and flopped onto it. Jeonggamjumped up, curling up next to him. “I think I made a mistake Jeonggam...” The cat started to purr against him, nuzzling his arm. Junho sighed, pulling his pillow under his face and falling asleep.
The door bell went off, startling Junho and making Jeonggam jump off the bed. Junho glanced at the clock, his eyes widened as he read '9:30PM'. The bell went off again and he got off the bed. He rubbed his eyes as he opened the door.
“I brought the... I should've called first.” Taecyeon stopped in mid-sentence as he saw the sleep in Junho's eyes.
“Mm, I would've been up either way.”
“But if you want to be alone...”
“It's fine Taecyeon, come in.”
It was a night of silent consolations. Neither boy was to tell the other 'everything would be alright', it wasn't their thing. It was also a bunch of lies. Junho grabbed his glass, downing the rest of the alcohol before slamming it back down. He sighed, laying back on the couch.
“I should leave... So you can go to bed.” Taecyeon got up from the couch but the small boy pulled him down.
“Don't be ridiculous. You know I can't let you just leave when you're drunk.”
“I'm not drunk.” Taecyeon frowned, inching his way up the younger boy's body. He laid comfortably between Junho's legs.
“You're drunk.. You drank that whole bottle by yourself.” The small boy whispered, feeling Taecyeon's breath against his lips.
“Mm... I was thirsty.”
“There's water in the... Fridge.” Junho watched the tall boy's lips come closer to his own.
“Is it okay if I partake in this water instead?” Taecyeon asked before pressing their lips together. He felt Junho push his tongue against his own, forcing it's way into his mouth. The kiss started out slowly but then moved feverishly as Taecyeon's hand slid down the younger boy's body to grope his crotch.
Junho arched his back, moaning into the tall boy's mouth. He allowed Taecyeon's hand to slip into his shorts, stroking his length until the flesh became tight and hard. He let his head fall back on the couch as he panted and the other boy attacked his neck.
He grunted when Taecyeon jerked his hand. The tall boy rubbed the tip, covering it with pre-cum as he ran his hand up and down Junho's cock. The small boy was pushing his hips off the couch to meet with Taecyeon's hand, thrusting into it to create more friction.
Junho shuddered as the other boy's tongue licked his new bruise, the now sensitive skin giving him tingles. Taecyeon nipped at his collarbone as his hand moved faster, making him moan deeply. He felt heat pooling in his stomach as he threw his head back. He bucked his hips forward one last time before filling Taecyeon's hand with cum. The tall boy milked him for every drop before pulling his hand from his pants.
Junho opened his eyes, watching the other boy as he cleaned his hand off with a tissue. “Taecyeon... Take off...”
“No, I'm fine.” The tall boy smiled, brushing Junho's sweaty bangs from face. “Let's go to bed... You'll wake up sore if you sleep here.”
“Mmm, okay.”
Taecyeon's helped the shorter boy to bed, dropping him softly and climbing in next to him.
“I forgot my...” Chansung bit his lip. “No, I thought I left my...” He eyed the key in his hand. Junho had gotten him an extra key made a while ago since he was coming over every day anyways. Chansung still knocked on the door though, feeling like a guest. “He's probably still sleeping... Maybe I'll just check on him.”
He turned the lock quietly, stepping into the apartment. He frowned at the amount of alcohol bottles on the table, knowing that it was his fault. He crept quietly to the bedroom doorway, almost dropping his key.
“Again?” Chansung whispered as he noticed how tightly Taecyeon held Junho in his arms. He chuckled softly, wondering why he had even thought about coming.
Jeonggam meowed, startling him.
“No, shh.” Chansung waved his arms around.
“Mmm, what is it Jeonggam?” Junho asked in a groggy voice, shuffling in the bed.
Chansung wasn't quick enough to react when the small boy sat up and stared at him.
“Chansung?”
“I came to return the key.” The tall boy said as his eyes fell and he let the key drop to the floor.
“Chansung wait!” Junho jumped out of bed, running after the other boy as he left the apartment.
Chansung couldn't hit the elevator button any harder as he punched it, praying that the thing would travel at the speed of light. Unfortunately for him, this was real life and Junho caught up with him.
“Chansung listen...”
“So you aren't gay, huh? But you'll sleep with a fag?”
“Chansung! I didn't sleep with him.”
“You didn't? You were in the same bed.”
Junho sighed. “Yes we slept but nothing else happened!”
“Is that true?”
The small boy hesitated and it was all that Chansung needed. “Goodbye Junho. I'll mail you the money.”
Junho stood at the elevator as the doors closed and left him alone.