It's not the tree house!
Talia wrote a fic?? A JaeChun FIC??? Comments are much loved everyone <3
Micky paced up & down his hallway trying to remember every little detail of his best friend. It had been years since he had seen him. God would he still look the same? Did Micky still look the same?
Hell, they had been friends since they were kids, always living at each other’s house or, as his mum used to say, living out of each other’s pockets. Oh how true that used to be, but for a whole different reason.
All that changed when their parents found out they were sleeping together. Micky's Dad packed his family up and moved to the city. Leaving behind everything he once loved. All the weekends spent alone in the tree house they built. Micky let out a small hiccup of a laugh at the thought of the tree house. Now wondering if it was still there. Micky stopped in his tracks mind losing all train of thought as he felt a presence behind him.
Soft hands suddenly wrapped around his waist.
"How the hell did you get in?" Micky asked to the person wrapped around him.
A soft voice purred back at him shaking keys as he did.
"Spare keys hun...or did you forget?"
"How did you get those?" Micky asked the presence behind him.
"You sent me a set a while back. I'm guessing you forgot? Lucky I'm not a pedophile!"
Micky snorted a laugh.
"Maybe I should take them off you now..."
"Then I'll just use the other one behind the light at the front door!" Micky's friend joked and then his hands slid down Micky's waist into his pockets placing the keys into one and then settling with thumbs rubbing Micky's thighs.
Micky moaned and slumped his head on his close friends shoulder. A soft breath hitched and ghosted through Micky's hair. He couldn't think, just focusing on the hands in his pockets. The breath on his neck.
Micky slunk forward jerking the body from him. He turned to face his friend. He seemed different. Confusing almost. He sighed at Micky then whimpered into the couch watching as Micky just blinked at him.
"For God's sake Chunnie please sit down and talk to me!" he sighed again then holding out a hand for Micky to take it.
Micky stopped mid stride and looked over at his friend.
"When did it all go wrong?" he asked more so to himself then to his guest.
"I dunno Chunnie? Could it have been when I kissed you for the first time & you freaked out. Then that massive fight you had with your parents & when I finally found you soaked from head to toe, laid you down on our bed in the tree house and... and..!" he was cut off mid sentence as Micky fell to the couch laying his head on slender legs. Fingers tangled in his hair and Micky moaned.
"and what! and our parents found us one day. Found you on me on my bed." Micky said practically purring now as fingers ran down his arm and laid circles on his side.
"I missed you.. you know that right! Ever since we were kids I loved you! As we grew up I needed you more and more. Like every breathe I took without you burnt my insides.. It killed me when you had to move away. When your Dad found us and nearly killed us both. Threatened me and my family. Called us both bastards and worthless. Why didn't we just run away? We would have been together all these years Micky instead of being apart!"
Micky raised and turned his head a little and caught the sight of a single wet salt filled tear run down the cheek of his best friend.
"I'm sorry......."
"For what?"
"For what? For being too scared to run away. For being so close to you and not acting like I should have. You're more important to me than I had realised back then. I'm sorry I ever wished for things to be different. I do love you!"
"Love! HA! so you do believe in that?"
"Only if it involves you.." Micky smirked raised fully and placed his hand to the soft cheek wiping away the single tear that had settled at the rim of his friends chin.
"I'm so sorry.." Micky repeated those words whispering them until he was inches away from his friends face kissing softly at the corner of his jaw and to the tip of the ear.
"Where did you learn to be so mushy Micky? Huh!"
"Some old friend of mine years ago showed me how!"
"Who the HELL are you calling OLD!" with a sharp slap on his shoulder and a poke to Micky's sides he had his old friend back.
That beautiful smile had Micky smiling and causing a riff of laughter. Minutes had turned into hours and Micky had forgotten what he was so worried about. How could he be so worried about this? It felt like they had never been apart. Like their worlds had always been joined.
Micky smiled at the thought. He looked down out the body laying in his arms and wrapped around his chest. He caught himself smiling again and kissing silky soft hair. Then it all came flooding back, the fight. The massive fight that destroyed everything that tore them apart. That tore their families apart. That closely chipped away at his heart.
...........
"MICKY!! COME BACK! FOR FUCK’S SAKE STOP RUNNING SO FAST!" a voice trailed off behind Micky but he didn't care. How could his parents...HOW DARE they? They were best friends Micky couldn't lose him now.
He shook all thoughts out of his head as he run down the street they lived in. He didn't know where he was going or how far he had ran, but he couldn't stop, wouldn't stop.
"OH SHIT!!" he managed to scream before tripping over his own feet and landing with a massive thump. He looked down at himself and wondered why he was so wet. When did it start raining? He didn't care he just had to keep running.
Micky climbed back up to his feet only stopping once to look at a cut on his shin, he paused. He knew that tree. Hell why did his feet drag him here. He shrugged at his own thought and motioned his feet forward to the ladder at the base of their tree house.
"HA! Ours forever!" he mumbled and climbed up the tree. It had always been their place, their little get away when things got worse than they should have. When his parents fought, his friend climbed through the window so they could sneak out to here.
He took a deep calming breath in, catching a scent of musk and he slumped onto the bed they had made out of old cushions and blankets. He rolled until his face was buried deep into one of the newer cushions.
"When did everything go wrong?" he moaned into the pillow, mentally punching himself for even thinking about that kiss and his parents finding out.
Why did he allow himself to kiss his friend when his parents were downstairs?
He thought about the soft lips brushing over his. Hands finding clothes edges. He flopped on his back arm lazily folding over his eyes; his tongue fought out of his mouth and ran itself across his bottom lip. Goosebumps hit his legs and arms and he shivered.
"FUCK ME!"
"Is that your way of offering yourself to me?" A voice purred up from between his legs.
"Huh?" Micky managed to stammer out and he realised his best friend was kneeling between his legs looking down at his now hard on.
"HOLY CRAP! Chunnie you're leg is bleeding and you're soaking wet!"
"The rain tends to do that!" he said raising his arm enough to watch his best friend crawl over to the far corner to grab a blanket and a few smaller things. Micky watched again as his friend crawled back over to him.
"Out!"
"WHAT?"
"Get out of those wet clothes!"
"Why? So you can stare at my naked body some more?"
"OH MY GOD! Chunnie stop being a drama queen and strip!"
"NO! you can't make me! You can't, can you?" Micky crossed his arms in a sign of triumph only to be poked in the ribs and soft hands running up his now frozen body.
"God Chunnie how old are you? please.. just take them off!" his friends voice sounded so reassuring, then with a sudden jerk his shirt was flying over his head and hitting the floor with a squishy wet sound.
"Dad nearly killed me. I heard him storm over to your house after he had finished with me. I swear when he hit me my teeth rattled! I've never seen him so mad."
"Yeah mum had grabbed me when she saw us half naked. Practically threw me in my room and told me to hide. I was half in a daze. I just kept thinking what was going to happen to you." A shaking hand hovered over the now bruising jaw of Micky's. Then down to undo his jeans.
"I never said you could do that!"
"DO what?"
"STOP IT!"
"Stop what?"
"Undressing me with your eyes... we're in enough trouble"
"Jesus Micky Yoochun...! you're my best friend and if I can't undress you with my eyes who can?"
"That's soo not even funny"
"Micky.. I... I was joking.. I'm sorry.. I thought.. I just thought your parents wouldn't find us"
"Yes because making out in my room is always a safe bet!"
Micky heard that smooth voice crack with a slight sob hitching in back of his friends throat, Micky found himself tugging at arms and pulling a now whimpering best friend close to him.
"w.... wha... what's gonna happen now Micky? Your Dad won't let this rest. Please lets run away. just us together! Isn't what we have enough to just leave.. I've always loved you enough to follow whatever you thought up"
"I.. I can't.. we can't.. I dunno.. I dunno what Dad is going to do? Love me? WE'RE 15.. you don't know what love is!" Micky swore at the last bit of his sentence and thought he sounded just like his Dad. He bite down hard on his bottom lip trying to get the feeling of soft lips off them..
"I know you can't help who you DAMN well love. I know that love is meant to leave you light headed and dizzy whenever you're around that person. That you can't control when you think about them or how you wish they thought the same about you! I love you Micky Yoochun and I'm sorry that I even brought such a stupid idea up!!" as his Friend was ranting on he had cleaned Micky's cut and placed a small bandaid over it.
Micky went to protest his friends words but fell silent and pulled the rest of his clothes off and lay on his side shaking more from his friends words of love for him than the cold cutting him to the bone. Micky closed his eyes and begged his body to calm down and warm up just a little. He was half way through that thought when warmth took over the goosebumps on his back and he was wrapped in blankets and arms of his close friend. Micky thought about fighting out of the hug.
It was wrong for them to act like this, but his body said otherwise.
"Micky please don't think I'm trying anything on you. It's just you're so cold. I don't need to hear my best friend whining when he has a runny nose and a high fever!"
Micky huffed at the thought of his friend tsking at him for complaining about a cold. A warm breath soothed the chill on his neck and he couldn't stop the moan that was lured out of his mouth.
He was scared, too scared at what was going to happen the next day. Micky chewed on his bottom lip as he thought about what his friend had said about running away. He hadn't realised until his arms were wrapped around his friend hugging him.
His heart skipped at the sight of how truly beautiful his friend was. Did he really love Micky as much as he said he did?
He couldn't. They were too young to feel those feelings. For a moment Micky got lost in the shape those soft lips made, the way they curved. The way his tongue darted out to lick them constantly. Hands slowly started to slide down his sides and falling just before his now dry boxes.
Fingers started to dance longingly above the waist band. A deep moan echoed through the tree house and Micky froze, was that him moaning?
No. it couldn't have been.
"M... Micky... can I kiss you please. You biting at your bottom lip is teasing me. I need to taste you again Micky please even it's only for one more time! I'll take away your chill Micky.. I'll make you feel better!"
Those words scrambled his brain making his heart skip beats again and stop. He could only manage a nod as his friend’s kind soft pink lips repressed against his, starting up what they never got to finish.
Fingers tired hard not to fiddle with Micky's boxers or tangle in his hair. Micky arched his body up as he moaned at the soft lingering kisses being placed gently on his lips. Hands gripped Micky's face and pulled him even more into the kisses, fingers reaching up into his hair.
"More.. OH please... just more.. I can't stand not ever tasting you again." As those words bounced off the walls Micky's body reacted to the feel of skin on skin.
He closed his eyes and let those hands wonder up from his boxes to the sides of his body onto his chest and lingering there. Soft kisses turned to needy bites which turned into tongues being teased by one another's. Time seemed to stop only long enough so the both of them could have this moment.
"Please Chunnie touch me. I want to feel you feel ever inch of me!"
Micky stopped only long enough to look at his friend lying on top of him he smiled.
"How can I when you still have your clothes on?"
His friend stopped dead with his mouth slightly open then let out an almighty gasp as Micky grabbed and spun him to his back.
A massive clap of thunder broke over head.
Micky laced his fingers on the end of his friend’s shirt and pulled up. He was greeted with that amazing body.
Even at 15, his body was toned and defined, toned in all the right places. Dipping in areas which he had never taken notice of before. His friend went to speak but was cut off with a whimper as Micky placed his mouth just above a nipple and blew warm breath over it.
"HOLY.... shit...! Chunnie.. Ummmm!! How? OH! mmm GOD!" was all the words spoken in that brief second it took Micky to let his lips and tongue run over the nipple. Micky could faintly taste the body wash he used and lingered a moment longer taking in the sweet scent.
Hands glided down that well defined chest halting just over the belt buckle.
"You don't have to Micky. I couldn't live with myself if I knew you never wanted this."
"if I didn't want this you'd be jerking off alone at the thought of me in my boxers!" A loud slap collected with his shoulder and Micky caught the hand on the way back down kissing it lightly.
"Have you always had such girly hands?"
"YOU arse... HOLE! They are NOT girly, just better looked after!" Micky smirked at his friends comment and continued to undo the pants.
"Would it be safe to say you’re not wearing any underwear?!" Micky was down to the zipper and could feel warm skin beneath his fingers. "YEP!!" Micky said as he answered his own question.
"What can I say, I kinda didn't have a chance to find them when Mum grabbed me. I was lucky I found and snagged on my jeans or the whole neighbourhood would have seen what I have!"
Micky wrinkled his nose as he was brought back to the reality of their situation. He rolled away from the side of his friend and sat with arms crossed, subconsciously he pouted. A warm feeling fell around his waist as arms gripped him tightly, kisses were left on his back and neck.
"Chunnie!"
"mmmmmm...!"
"You know we were in the middle of something!"
"Yeah and you ruined the mood by reminding me of everything at home! just shut up and let this moment be. OK!"
"Ok.."
Micky spun on his knees and pinned his friend beneath him.
"GEES! all this time behind me and you hadn't taken your jeans off! WHAT! Am I your slave now?"
"Those weren't wise words Micky! Not wise at all!!" A smile curled and grew across that gorgeous face and then faded.
"WHAT THE HELL?" was all Micky could breathe before he had legs wrapped him and hands tangled in his hair.
"You know Micky! Everyone needs a Hero!"
"What you wanna be my wonder women?" Micky choked on saliva as he laughed at the priceless expression on his friends face.
"WOW........! Micky I knew you were kinky but I had no idea you liked dress ups!"
Micky's face froze and he dropped his head down to the other nipple and bite down hard.
"Seeing you in a leotard is worth the title of Kinky!"
"That was ONE time in pre-primary and you said you'd never bring that up AGAIN!"
They both stopped and bursted into laughter.
"God you're a fruitcake!"
"Yeah well you're the nut in my fruitcake!"
"That was cheesy Micky!"
"HEY! you started it! I just finished it!"
"we are so not finished yet!"
Lips closed back around each other and they were lost in the moment again. This time Micky made sure the jeans came off. Skin was now touching skin and hands were laced in hands. Legs curled around body parts. The rain had now faded to a few spits every now and then but neither seemed to notice. Too busy memorising each others’ bodies with kisses, tongues and hands.
"God Micky It's almost dawn!"
"Don't remind me. I don't need to be reminded of the walk home. The yelling and the fighting! I just don't! Hey you said you'd warm me up and make me feel better!!"
"I did, didn't I!"
"Ummm that would be a yes! you haven't forgotten have you?"
"I haven't forgotten the fact we are both still hard."
"We both are. Shall we fix that?"
"I... I.. I can't see why not! I mean if you can't do it, who can?" Micky coughed and rolled onto his back his arm lazily rested back over his eyes.
"WHAT! Too embarrassed to watch me Chunnie?"
"And you reckon I'm kinky!"
"I never said anything about a leotard, just watch me! There's a massive difference!"
Micky was all too ready to retaliate but threw his head back further into the cushions.
"OH GOOD GOD!" mewled screams escaped Micky's now opened mouth. Arms fighting urges to grip at hair or skin.
Those soft lips and tongue were now dancing over Micky's cock taking small inches at a time, lingering mostly at the tip and circling his tongue around it. Slowly running his tongue over the slit then back down the shaft.
"You say I watch too much porn!" Micky slung his arm back over his face and took in every touch of teeth and tongue on his now really hard sensitive cock.
Everything was spinning and going fuzzy around the edges. He blinked under his arm but nothing could stop the little white dots from getting bigger. His back arced as his friend took all of him into his mouth. Arms finally giving into temptation and tangled demandingly into hair tugging slightly.
Micky couldn't speak his breath caught on a moan that didn't want to surface he inhaled then inhaled again he felt everything tingle and then he arched off the cushions again. His toes curled and he came. He seemed to be able to breathe in short sharp breathes he sighed then felt warm hands lower his chest down and kisses mewling out his breathing.
Micky still couldn't talk it seemed as though his brain had forgotten everything. The white dots started to fade and the room had slowly stopped spinning.
"Chunnie are you ok?"
"mmmm... I... Umm.. Wow.. I!"
"You're a babbling mess!"
Micky nodded and opened his arms; his friend smiled and lowered his face down onto Micky's chest tracing a small heart over the skin.
"Can I ask you something?"
"I guess. Why do you have to ask to ask me something? You've never had to before!" Micky looked down and he became worried. Before his friend could answer Micky's worried look, Micky bellowed.
"OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!!"
"WHAT? WHAT!"
"There's.. OMG THERE'S!" Micky had scampered to his knees staring over his friends shoulder all colour had now left Micky's face. He pointed once, then whimpered into his free hand.
"sp... SP... SPIDER!!" Micky had practically flew to the opposite side of the room.
"ARE YOU.... SERIOUS!? It's a baby spider Chunnie. I thought you were having a heart attack or something!"
"I AM........!!" Micky replied
"Oh please!" was all that was said before the spider was flicked out the window.
"Happy now cry baby?"
"I didn't cry!"
"NO! but you sure looked like you were! HAHAHA!!"
"shut.. up! You know I hate those things! Look I have goosebumps EVERYWHERE!"
Micky rubbed his arms as they tingled under the pressure.
"Come here you sook!"
"NO! don't call me a sook!"
"SOOK! sook... sookie sook!!"
"STOP IT!" Micky nudged forward and tackled his friend.
"I did say stop it!"
"GOD! be careful!"
"WHA... why?" Micky looked down the lean body that was under him and realised his friend was still hard.
"shiiiiit! sorry! Would you like me to take care of that?"
"What you suck cock? HA! Don't make me laugh!" With that Micky licked up the palm of his hand and slide it between their bodies until he found what he was looking for.
He stroked up and then down lightly at first, then harder and faster. He left his arm under his friends’ head and his body half on the side of him, Micky placed a leg between his friends and continued to stroke him.
Micky lowered his head so it rested on the shoulder beneath him voice raspy he bite down on the shoulder at the same time he rubbed his thumb over the slit of the cock in his hand, only stopping to re-lick his hand.
"I... I.. GOD!" lips were licked and Micky leant down to kiss the panting mess that lay under him.
Micky couldn't help but be turned on by the sight of his friend in ecstasy, eyes closed teeth chewing a mess on his bottom lip.
A soft voice reached into his thoughts and he looked down.
"Chunnie... GOD! faster please! Please!"
Micky shifted and lowered himself further down that lean aching body. He stopped just above the cock and he licked his lips watching his hand stroking at warm pulsing skin. He ran his tongue over the back of his teeth then opened his mouth.
"Wha... wha.. what are you doing?"
"Your cock is to dry I'm going to coat it for you!"
"Micky.. I.. OH mmmm...!"
Micky had pressed his tongue on the slit and curled it up over it, he let the saliva on his tongue slowly run down the slit and touch his hand lightly before he started thumbing at the base of his friends cock then letting fingers tease at the start of the balls.
Micky watched as the cock in his hands twitched. Micky swallowed and took it in his mouth. It wasn't what he expected and he closed his eyes.
He left his mouth at the tip and toyed with the opening all the while his hand didn't stop moving. A sharp pain hit the back of his head and he realised that it was hands gripping at his hair and nails digging into his scalp. He let out a mild moan which flicked down his throat vibrating around the cock.
"OH.. GOD! how.. you.. EVER.. god!! you've done this before you kinky bas....!" Micky laughed at his friends rambling and he bit down lightly on the tip.
Hot come suddenly filled his mouth and he gagged slightly. He paused then swallowed.
"My god, that is gross!"
"hahaha... Well you didn't have to swallow but it was sexy until you wrinkled your nose and gagged!"
"Don't lie! it turned you on!" Micky smirked as he laid his head on the heaving stomach.
"Look the sun’s rising!"
"mmm yeah! WOW! I forgot how pretty it was!" Micky crawled up the body beneath him leaving kisses here and there, arms settling on other side of his friends face.
"You're meant to be watching the sun rise!"
"I'm watching something better!"
"Where did this Micky come from? Not hours ago you were all freaked out and now this!" they looked at each other for what seemed like forever. Micky lowered himself and kissed those soft lips.
"Guess I needed a Hero to show me how I truly feel about things!"
"You're 15 years old Chunnie! Aren't you too old to believe in Super Heros?"
"AAAHA! funny!"
..........
"MICKY!! MICKY!!”
Micky suddenly broke away from his daydream. He looked around the room his apartment welcomed his dazed eyes and a beautiful smile bounced into focus.
"EARTH to CHUNNIE!! HEY sleeping beauty I've been calling you're name now for minutes...!"
"ahmmm?!" Micky was met with an eye roll and a slap to the shoulder.
"I was asking you what you were thinking about!"
"The day everything turned to shit!"
"OH... daydreaming about your first blow job! how nice!"
"Yeah cause I always remember the shit ones!"
"Shit ones!! I seem to remember a certain someone coming hard and fast!"
"YES! And his name was Hero JaeJoong and I still remember you begging!" Micky smirked.
He then leaned his head away.
"I'm sorry I didn't just take off with you. I didn't pack my stuff and follow you around the world. I guess I was scared! I couldn't get you out of my head though Jae. Every time I closed my eyes you were there and I realised the mistake I made. I realised I loved you. I still love you! It hurts me at how much I lost when we were forced apart!" Micky lowered his head with a whimper.
"You mean all that Chunnie? I mean I can take the pain of losing you but don't lie about loving me! Please I couldn't take coming all this way and have you lie to my face!"
"Since when have I ever lied to you Jae!"
Jae paused for a second and then a smile laced his face.
"5th grade. I asked you if you ate my last cookie, you lied then!"
"You serious? 5th grade is that all you got? NO! Wait don't answer that!"
"I love you Micky Yoochun..!" Jae smiled and lowered his head back down on Micky's chest tracing small hearts on the spot where Micky's heart sat, Micky smiled.
"Forever and always!" Jae mumbled as he bit down on the spot he was just tracing over.
"Yes because I will always need a Wonder Woman!" Jae bite down harder causing Micky to flinch and struggle under him.
"You arse HOLE! Micky I told you then as I am now!! That leotard was for the school play!"
"Oh sure it was" Micky raised an eyebrow at Jae before jumping up and yelling over his shoulder.
"SHAME YOU STILL DON'T HAVE IT! WOULD HAVE BEEN GOOD TO SEE YOU IN IT AGAIN!" Jae's face went from smiling to pissed off in two seconds as he gave chase.
"You’re such an arsehole Micky!"
"Yes Jae I'm a tight arse!"
"Oh Micky when will you learn! Choose your words wisely!"
"I did!" Micky was now pinned to the wall by Jae and his hands where above his head and Jae spread Micky's legs open and leaning into him hard pressing every part of each other together, tongue forcing open Micky's mouth and they moaned into the kiss.
"Do you care to find out how much of a tight arse I am?"
Jae stepped back eying his closest friend then smiling.
"Nope! but I'll have that babbling mess I once had up in the tree house!" with that Jae spun on his heels and walked off in the direction of Micky's bedroom.
Micky sighed contently and followed his best friend into the bedroom closing the door behind him. Micky thought to himself...it's not the tree house.
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