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Title: Lies part 1
Pairings: Yewook and Kyuwook (relatively equal amounts)
rating: NC-17
genre: AU high school
disclaimer: i own nothing and no one.
summary: read and find out lol.
“And then he got the part!” Heechul exclaimed, dramatically letting his fall onto the table.
“I’m sorry,” Teukie whispered rubbing Heechul’s back.
“They are missing out,” Ryeowook added comfortingly.
“I bet he slept with the producer once, or I bet he will in the future. They want him just cause he looks like a nice piece of ass. They don’t know I am a good piece. I know all the tricks. And I am damn good at pole dancing!” Heechul said looking up. He had tried out for a porn film and wasn’t chosen as part of the cast, but instead his worst enemy Kim Jaejoong.
“Maybe you were too sexy for the part or something.” Teukie tried to comfort Heechul and his ego.
“Hey baby,” Yesung whispered, pushing on Ryeowook’s back slightly, making him scoot foreword.
“Hi,” Ryeowook replied shyly. Yesung sat down, making sure Ryeowook was sitting in between his thighs.
“How are you?” Yesung questioned placing a soft kiss to Ryeowook’s cheek.
“I’m good,” Ryeowook leant back into the older man’s chest. “How about you?”
“Great, I’m pumped for my show tonight, are you going to come see my band play?” Yesung questioned.
“Um no, you know how I feel about rock bands.” Ryeowook lied.
“Aww, but I want you to see that mystery guy.”
“The guy who always wears the mask?” Ryeowook wondered.
“Yup that’s the one, he‘s at every show. I hope he’ll stay around for me to talk to him, he’s so beautiful.” Yesung sighed.
“For your sake I hope he does,” Ryeowook tried to hide the frown forming on his lips. He hated his friend talking about every guy but him.
“Thanks, babe. Well, I’ve got to go.” Yesung spoke standing. “Oh and Heechul rumor is people find the new guy hotter than you.” He smiled as Heechul’s face wrinkled up with disgust.
“I’ll kill you!” Heechul hissed, standing then beginning to chase Yesung out of the cafeteria, Teukie running afterwards to stop the fight.
Ryeowook shook his head smiling as he watched the three burst out of the lunchroom doors. When he turned his head for the first time towards his meal he felt his hold on his lips give out and sag into a pout.
“Looks like someone hasn’t stopped lying since the summer.” A smug voice spoke, the person slipping into the now empty seat across from Ryeowook.
“Hey!” Ryeowook whined looking up into the eyes of the devil.
“Surprise.” Kyuhyun smiled. “I bet you didn’t think it would be me.”
“It’s good to see you.” Ryeowook smiled.
“There you go again, lying. Tsk tsk,” Kyuhyun waved a finger, “You’ve become quiet a bad boy haven’t you?”
“not like you.” Ryeowook couldn’t stop the sliding comment.
“So you’ve noticed.” Kyuhyun smirked. Ryeowook didn’t know how to behave around the younger man. Last year when school ended he was his best friend, his neighbor. Him and Kyuhyun and Ryeowook used to be such close friends. But then Kyuhyun went away for the summer and when he came back he had blond hair and was wearing black, his personality had also completely warped.
“Of course I noticed.” Ryeowook pouted, “We were friends.”
“We could be again,” Kyuhyun smiled, some hidden innuendo behind those words. “We could become friends with benefits.”
“Now why would I want to do that?” Ryeowook questioned.
“Because I can give you something your old pal Yesung has failed to do so. Sa-tis-faction.”
Ryeowook felt his face flush at the words. “I-I don’t know-”
“You know exactly what I mean.” Kyuhyun’s eyes darkened. “Remember when he first showed up? The first time you started lying? It was a great day for you. Your favorite rock star coming to our school, the one that you have posted pictures of all around your room. Then you lied saying you hate all music besides classical. And that has when your itch waiting to be scratched first began.”
“And now after some long consideration. I’ve decided to be the saint to itch that scratch.” Kyuhyun finished.
“…” Ryeowook stared back at him, he didn’t know what to say or if there was anything he could say.
“Not sure?” Kyuhyun wondered aloud. “Then let me show you.”
“W-what?!” Ryeowook started leaning back as Kyuhyun stood and leant over the table.
“Shh, you’ll like it,” Kyuhyun cooed. He pressed his lips firmly against the older man’s thin ones. Slowly beginning to massage the other’s lips while letting his tongue slid out interrogatively, running smoothly against the Ryeowook’s soft lips requesting permission for entrance.
Ryeowook let out a soft moan as he opened his mouth allowing Kyuhyun’s tongue to rub against his own. He felt something stir deep within himself, something strong and painful, something needing to be fulfilled. He hated the animal instincts that made him react this was to the younger man’s lips.
Ryeowook bit back a whimper as Kyuhyun pulled away, a smirk toying with his lips, “Just imagine what my mouth would feel like on other parts of your body,” His harsh breathing washing over the side of Ryeowook’s face.
Ryeowook didn’t respond, he just glared at the floor his face growing redder from embarrassment.
“my number is still the same, incase you’d like to moan some more.” Kyuhyun then pushed himself off of the table and left.
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“Hey baby, are you okay?” Yesung questioned into the phone. “You were acting funny the last two classes of the day.”
“I’m fine,” Ryeowook sighed, plopping down onto his bed.
“What happened?” Yesung asked, concerned.
“Um, Kyuhyun talked to me.” Ryeowook felt his face heat of flashes of their kiss ran through his mind.
“What did that asshole want?” Yesung hissed, remembering how upset Ryeowook got when him and Kyuhyun had stopped being friends.
“To… um… be…friends, again.” Ryeowook half described the situation, leaving out what Kyuhyun really wanted.
“Sounds like a scheme to make you miserable to me.”
“He wants to make me many things, I’m not so sure miserable is one of them,” Ryeowook muttered rolling onto his back.
“What did you say?” Yesung questioned.
“Nothing,” Ryeowook fibbed. He glanced at his ceiling letting out another sigh as his eyes roamed over his poster of Yesung. When was all the lying going to come to an end? He was beginning to dislike who he had become. A person who secretly fanboys over his friend. “So um you excited for your concert?”
“I’d be more excited if you would go, puh-please!” Yesung begged, “I can get you front row seats! I know I‘ll perform better if my Boo is there.” Ryeowook cringed at the sweet nickname, how did Yesung not know the affect it had on him, the false hope they all held.
“I thought the arena was sold out? Besides, you know I wouldn’t have a good time.” Ryeowook slowly sat up.
“Fine,” Ryeowook could hear the pout in Yesung’ voice. “One day I’ll get you to come then all you will listen to is my cd and you shall worship me! Mwahahahahaha!”
“Idiot,” Ryeowook giggled as he walked across his room, sitting down at his desk.
“Yah! What’d you call me? At least I’m not the one living the life of an old person. No good music, no sex, no fun.” Yesung teased.
Ryeowook frowned slightly knowing the truth of the words.
“So, do you think my mystery boy will be at the concert?” Yesung finally questioned for the second time that day. “I really hope he is.”
“I’m sure he will be,” Ryeowook looked down at the black mask on his desk.
“Tonight I want to end the cat and mouse games we play with each other.”
“Me too,” Ryeowook whispered, switching the phone to other side of his head.
“Well I’ve got to go practice, see you tomorrow, my love.” And with that Yesung hung up.
“See you later,” Ryeowook replied a few seconds after the conversation had ended. He set the phone down then turned to his reflection in a near by mirror. “It’s time for me to start getting ready.” He then lifted the mask to his face.
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Despite the spectacular performance he put on, Yesung was very grumpy after the show. The screaming fans had seemed more like an annoyance than something to make him happy.
“What’s wrong?” Siwon, the drummer of the band questioned once they were back stage.
“Nothing.”
“He didn’t see his masked mystery man.” Sungmin teased, setting his guitar down in it’s case.
“Tonight I planned to talk to him,” Yesung frowned.
“You say that every night.” Sungmin shook his head. “I don’t know why he’s so special there are thousands of fans that would love to have sex with you, just pick one if you need to get laid so bad.”
“But when I look at him I can just feel the sexual tension. His skin is so flawless it looks porcelain. And those eyes, they pierce right through me.” Yesung felt a chill go down his spine as he imagined the one man his body ached to touch.
“I wonder if he has nasty burns around his eyes. I mean why else wear a mask, a mask that only covers the area around his eyes.” Sungmin spoke skeptically.
“Maybe it’s to conceal his identity but still leave clues to who he is. Maybe he’s someone you know.” Siwon offered.
“There is no way. I think I’d notice if someone that special was near me.” Yesung shook his head, letting out another disappointed sigh.
“Hey, how about we go sign autographs, you always love doing that people, give you gifts and praise you!” Sungmin said, trying to be helpful for once.
“Yeah, let’s do it, there is a table already set up in case we want to.” Siwon added.
“Ugh, alright.” Yesung dragged his feet as he followed his bad members down a hall and to the autograph table, several security guards were making sure no fans grabbed them. Yesung wished a fan would tear him to shreds so the miserable night he was being forced to suffer through would end.
Once sitting at the table time seemed to move slightly faster, with his fake smirk and winks to some random fans. Most fans tried to touch him when picking up their autographed materials, sometimes he’d say comments about how soft their hands are. He then would mentally laugh how they would blush and ramble, like Ryeowook does if his hand brushes an inappropriate place of someone.
What a character Ryeowook was. Yesung wondered just what his best friend was doing, probably listening to some boring music or talking to a friend on the phone, possibly doing his project for science class early. Never did Yesung suspect that his best friend was in that very line for autographs in front of him, and nor would he ever know.
Ryeowook fidgeted slightly in the line, he was almost there and his heart felt as if it was going to explode. He had wished he’d gone with a full face mask to hide his embarrassment. Or incase he got as close to Yesung as he was about to. He didn’t want his friend to recognize him, he wasn’t ready for that yet.
When he was finally only three people away, he tugged nervously on his black tank top, he now wished he’d worn more clothes, so what if it matched the mask, it wasn’t worth this. Also he felt a small breeze through the holes in his pants, the pants that might as well have been painted on, he hated it.
When he felt a heated gaze on him he looked up, notching he was now second in line and Yesung could now see him. His heart froze in place, as those familiar dark eyes swept down his body. Ryeowook forced himself to stand up more and place an alluring smile on his lips, making Yesung send one in return.
When walking to the table Ryeowook made sure his hips swung a little, like how he’d seen Heechul do. “Can I have your autograph?” Ryeowook was glad his nervousness made his voice sound abnormally different.
“Can I have you?” Yesung stood, a smirk curling his lips. All Ryeowook could do is smile as a blush spread across his cheeks.
Yesung moved his way around the table and grabbed Ryeowook’s wrist, “I’m not letting you go out of my sight this time. “Come with me,” Yesung then began to pull Ryeowook down one of the several halls in the arena, ignoring the hollering of Siwon and Sungmin.
Once they turned a corner, Yesung stopped moving and pulled Ryeowook to him, letting their bodies rub briefly together. Yesung watched as his masked lover’s lips parted the friction becoming tauntingly sweet.
Ryeowook slowly moved himself away from Yesung and leaned against the wall.
“You know it’s not very nice to tease your favorite idol,” Yesung smirked, blocking the other man between him and the wall.
“Who said you were my favorite?” Ryeowook couldn’t help but tease.
“Oh? I’m not? Then we better do something to fix that, huh?” Yesung grinned leaning in and pressing his lips aggressively against the other man’s. He loved the gasp the other released in surprise.
Ryeowook opened his mouth slowly surprised by how fast and hungrily Yesung’s tongue had entered and began grazing against his own. “Oh!” Ryeowook moaned into the kiss, his body heating up more and more by the second. He arched his back, pressing his body against Yesung’s craving more, more contact, more Yesung.
“You like that huh?” Yesung smiled kissing Ryeowook’s lips once more while slipping his thigh in between Ryeowook’s legs rubbing against his erection.
Ryeowook’s eyes closed as he titled his head upwards letting out a soft moan. “Please,” Ryeowook begged.
“Please what?” Yesung asked, looking at the smaller man through lust filled eyes.
“Touch me!” Ryeowook hissed, then quickly covered his lips, “I’m sorry,” He apologized he didn’t mean to be so bossy and rude.
“no need,” Yesung breathed, his lips brushing over Ryeowook’s slender neck.
“Mmm,” Ryeowook licked his lips, grinding his hips against Yesung’s erection earning a rough moan.
“Fuck,” Yesung grunted, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could deal with the friction. “Don’t you think it’s time,” Yesung began, slipping his warm hand under Ryeowook’s tank top, making the cool flesh feel on fire.
“Oh Yesung!” Ryeowook cried out.
“Don’t you think it’s time to remove this outfit?” Yesung grinned, pushing his hand deep inside a hole of Ryeowook’s jeans, raking the flesh with his fingers.
“Y-yes~” Ryeowook nodded his head aggressively. His judgment slowly becoming impaired due to lust.
“Let’s start with this mask shall we?” Yesung raised his hand to take off the mask before it quickly got slapped away. “What?”
“I.. I have to go,” Ryeowook breathed.
“Why? Aren’t we having enough fun right here?” Yesung leaned back in to kiss those lips he’d become addicted to.
“All good times must end,” Ryeowook replied, leaning forward to kiss Yesung, tugging Yesung’s lips with his teeth so he could lean back against the wall. When the kiss ended Ryeowook shoved the other man away. “G-good bye,” Ryeowook mustered out of breath before running clumsily down the hall, lucky not to fall.
He ran and ran until he was outside and no longer could hear Yesung’s footsteps following him. The cool weather outside felt great against his overheated body, he wasn’t sure if it was because of his arousal or running. He needed to get out of the alley he ended up in, he needed to get home and he didn’t have any money for a cab.
He quickly took out his cell phone and started going through his contacts list. It was a tough decision on who to call. No one knew about his love for Yesung’s band, and he knew they’d immediately want to know why he was so close to the arena and wearing such untypical clothes for him.
He froze on a contact while scrolling through them. This person knew his secret already but was he willing to let that person see him in such a predicament. He took in a
deep breath and swallowed his pride, as he hit send.
About five minutes after the call ended a black car pulled up in front of the alley way. A window rolled down and Kyuhyun leaned out it, “Hurry up and get in the car,”
Ryeowook rushed around the car and into the passenger side door. He awkwardly sat in the seat, looking straight at the dash, “Thank you,” He barely whispered. Setting his hands over his erection to hide it.
“I like your outfit,” Kyuhyun grinned eyeing one of the holes in Ryeowook’s jeans.
“Um thank you.”
“I’m sure Yesung did to, he know you’re the one wearing the mask yet?” Kyuhyun questioned motioning to the black mask clutched between the older man’s hands.
“No,”
“He the reason your lips are so red? And pants so tight?” Kyuhyun smirked, moving Ryeowook’s hands aside and rubbing his hand over the small tent.
“Oh-” Ryeowook bit his lip to stop the moan from fully escaping his lips. “Stop,” He breathed, pushing Kyuhyun’s wandering hand away.
“Didn’t you call me for some satisfaction?” Kyuhyun’s breath ghosted over the tip of Ryeowook’s ear.
“No,” Ryeowook felt shivers run down his body. “I-I just need a ride home.”
“That’s not going to bug you with the vibrating of the car as it moves?” Kyuhyun questioned. “I could end the pain real fast,” His hand rubbed up and down Ryeowook’s arousal through his pants.
Ryeowook found his back arch and shove his erection into Kyuhyun’s hands.
“For someone who doesn’t want this, you aren’t doing a good job acting.” Kyuhyun taunted.
“Please, please make the pain go away!” Ryeowook turned his head to face the younger man, his eyes desperately pleading with Kyuhyun.
“Alright, you’ve convinced me,” Kyuhyun’s hand quickly slipped into Ryeowook’s jeans, grabbing a hold of his dick before beginning to pump, slowly building up with speed and rhythm. Ryeowook bit his bottom lip so hard holding in moans that it started to bleed.
“Now, now don’t make a mess in my car,” Kyuhyun leaned forward licking the blood away.
“I-I won’t,” Ryeowook wiggled around feeling the pressure in his groin growing about to climax when all of a sudden it felt cold. “W-What are you doing?” Ryeowook glanced at Kyuhyun wildly.
“Finish it yourself.” Kyuhyun replied, his tongue running up Ryeowook’s neck.
“Ugh, I.. I can’t,”
“yes you can,” Kyuhyun grabbed Ryeowook’s hand and guided it inside his pants and he even set the rhythm before leaving Ryeowook to finish the job. “Kyuhyun-ah!” Ryeowook moaned as Kyuhyun’s hands ran down his back and he finally reached his climax, letting out a small grunt after his pants filled with cum.
“Mm feels good huh?” Kyuhyun whispered huskily.
“oh yes!” Ryeowook cried out still feeling the ecstasy from his release.
“Alright we can go home in a minute, I’ve got to take care of something,” Kyuhyun laughed awkwardly as he sat back down in his seat.
Ryeowook glanced over not used to this side of Kyuhyun, he smiled slightly as he saw Kyuhyun trying to hide his own direction.
“What’s that Kyuhyunnie?” he couldn’t help but tease.
“Shut up, fuck!” Kyuhyun growled, “This is your fault, looking so fucking hot as you came.”
Ryeowook glanced away from Kyuhyun’s erection blushing, he wasn’t used to be called hot, in fact he thinks it’s the first time he’s ever heard it, ever been said about him, not who he is pretending to be. “Can I help?” Ryeowook whispered shyly.
“Huh?” Kyuhyun asked as he unbuttoned his pants.
“Let me help you get rid of it, you helped me… that way I won’t owe you anything.” Ryeowook spoke up. Kyuhyun wanted to tell Ryeowook he owed him nothing.
“Well, if you do it you better do it right.” Kyuhyun backed his seat up as far as he could, luckily this was a big car, probably designed for things like this. “Kneel down right here,” Kyuhyun pointed.
As Ryeowook positioned himself, Kyuhyun removed the car’s key making sure Ryeowook wouldn’t hit the gas or brake pedal. “I’m ready,” Ryeowook said more to himself as he pulled Kyuhyun’s pants down.
Ryeowook stared up into Kyuhyun’s eyes as he first ran his tongue over the younger’s cock. He was surprised by the reaction he got, Kyuhyun’s eyes tightened and head titled back, “Hurry Wookie,” Kyuhyun’s fingers found their way into Ryeowook’s hair.
The older man slowly took Kyuhyun into his mouth, his tongue circling the tip teasingly, as Kyuhyun’s hand had done to him. He knew he probably wasn’t doing a good job but the noises, the grunts and moans Kyuhyun began to make told him other wise as he began a steady rhythm of sucking his dick.
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Heechul was walking down the street, on his way home from a club when he noticed a black car oddly parked at the end of an alley. As he got closer he noticed a street lamp shined into the car, revealing a fellow student. Heechul gasped as he took Kyuhyun’s features they were twisted with pleasure and delight as he began to moan.
“Wookie-ah!” Kyuhyun cooed, making Heechul stop in his tracks, he kneeled closer to the ground to avoid being seen. Wookie? As in Ryeowook? Heechul eyes widened as Kyuhyun let out one final moan.
Heechul watched as Kyuhyun mouthed thank you, then pulled whomever was in front of him off the car floor and onto his lap, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips.
“Holy shit Ryeowook!” Heechul gasped to himself quickly covering his mouth, this was big gossip, it was too much just for him to know. To his knowledge Kyuhyun and Ryeowook hadn’t even been friends, so Heechul did what everyone else in his position would do, he sent out a text to all his friends.
tbc....
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sorry for the tons of grammar errors there are! I hope you like it! this sort of relates to a fic i wrote previously, a dbsk one but its only the heechul jaejoong connection is in it that relates to this so you don't have to read it.
Pairings: Yewook and Kyuwook (relatively equal amounts)
rating: NC-17
genre: AU high school
disclaimer: i own nothing and no one.
summary: read and find out lol.
“And then he got the part!” Heechul exclaimed, dramatically letting his fall onto the table.
“I’m sorry,” Teukie whispered rubbing Heechul’s back.
“They are missing out,” Ryeowook added comfortingly.
“I bet he slept with the producer once, or I bet he will in the future. They want him just cause he looks like a nice piece of ass. They don’t know I am a good piece. I know all the tricks. And I am damn good at pole dancing!” Heechul said looking up. He had tried out for a porn film and wasn’t chosen as part of the cast, but instead his worst enemy Kim Jaejoong.
“Maybe you were too sexy for the part or something.” Teukie tried to comfort Heechul and his ego.
“Hey baby,” Yesung whispered, pushing on Ryeowook’s back slightly, making him scoot foreword.
“Hi,” Ryeowook replied shyly. Yesung sat down, making sure Ryeowook was sitting in between his thighs.
“How are you?” Yesung questioned placing a soft kiss to Ryeowook’s cheek.
“I’m good,” Ryeowook leant back into the older man’s chest. “How about you?”
“Great, I’m pumped for my show tonight, are you going to come see my band play?” Yesung questioned.
“Um no, you know how I feel about rock bands.” Ryeowook lied.
“Aww, but I want you to see that mystery guy.”
“The guy who always wears the mask?” Ryeowook wondered.
“Yup that’s the one, he‘s at every show. I hope he’ll stay around for me to talk to him, he’s so beautiful.” Yesung sighed.
“For your sake I hope he does,” Ryeowook tried to hide the frown forming on his lips. He hated his friend talking about every guy but him.
“Thanks, babe. Well, I’ve got to go.” Yesung spoke standing. “Oh and Heechul rumor is people find the new guy hotter than you.” He smiled as Heechul’s face wrinkled up with disgust.
“I’ll kill you!” Heechul hissed, standing then beginning to chase Yesung out of the cafeteria, Teukie running afterwards to stop the fight.
Ryeowook shook his head smiling as he watched the three burst out of the lunchroom doors. When he turned his head for the first time towards his meal he felt his hold on his lips give out and sag into a pout.
“Looks like someone hasn’t stopped lying since the summer.” A smug voice spoke, the person slipping into the now empty seat across from Ryeowook.
“Hey!” Ryeowook whined looking up into the eyes of the devil.
“Surprise.” Kyuhyun smiled. “I bet you didn’t think it would be me.”
“It’s good to see you.” Ryeowook smiled.
“There you go again, lying. Tsk tsk,” Kyuhyun waved a finger, “You’ve become quiet a bad boy haven’t you?”
“not like you.” Ryeowook couldn’t stop the sliding comment.
“So you’ve noticed.” Kyuhyun smirked. Ryeowook didn’t know how to behave around the younger man. Last year when school ended he was his best friend, his neighbor. Him and Kyuhyun and Ryeowook used to be such close friends. But then Kyuhyun went away for the summer and when he came back he had blond hair and was wearing black, his personality had also completely warped.
“Of course I noticed.” Ryeowook pouted, “We were friends.”
“We could be again,” Kyuhyun smiled, some hidden innuendo behind those words. “We could become friends with benefits.”
“Now why would I want to do that?” Ryeowook questioned.
“Because I can give you something your old pal Yesung has failed to do so. Sa-tis-faction.”
Ryeowook felt his face flush at the words. “I-I don’t know-”
“You know exactly what I mean.” Kyuhyun’s eyes darkened. “Remember when he first showed up? The first time you started lying? It was a great day for you. Your favorite rock star coming to our school, the one that you have posted pictures of all around your room. Then you lied saying you hate all music besides classical. And that has when your itch waiting to be scratched first began.”
“And now after some long consideration. I’ve decided to be the saint to itch that scratch.” Kyuhyun finished.
“…” Ryeowook stared back at him, he didn’t know what to say or if there was anything he could say.
“Not sure?” Kyuhyun wondered aloud. “Then let me show you.”
“W-what?!” Ryeowook started leaning back as Kyuhyun stood and leant over the table.
“Shh, you’ll like it,” Kyuhyun cooed. He pressed his lips firmly against the older man’s thin ones. Slowly beginning to massage the other’s lips while letting his tongue slid out interrogatively, running smoothly against the Ryeowook’s soft lips requesting permission for entrance.
Ryeowook let out a soft moan as he opened his mouth allowing Kyuhyun’s tongue to rub against his own. He felt something stir deep within himself, something strong and painful, something needing to be fulfilled. He hated the animal instincts that made him react this was to the younger man’s lips.
Ryeowook bit back a whimper as Kyuhyun pulled away, a smirk toying with his lips, “Just imagine what my mouth would feel like on other parts of your body,” His harsh breathing washing over the side of Ryeowook’s face.
Ryeowook didn’t respond, he just glared at the floor his face growing redder from embarrassment.
“my number is still the same, incase you’d like to moan some more.” Kyuhyun then pushed himself off of the table and left.
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“Hey baby, are you okay?” Yesung questioned into the phone. “You were acting funny the last two classes of the day.”
“I’m fine,” Ryeowook sighed, plopping down onto his bed.
“What happened?” Yesung asked, concerned.
“Um, Kyuhyun talked to me.” Ryeowook felt his face heat of flashes of their kiss ran through his mind.
“What did that asshole want?” Yesung hissed, remembering how upset Ryeowook got when him and Kyuhyun had stopped being friends.
“To… um… be…friends, again.” Ryeowook half described the situation, leaving out what Kyuhyun really wanted.
“Sounds like a scheme to make you miserable to me.”
“He wants to make me many things, I’m not so sure miserable is one of them,” Ryeowook muttered rolling onto his back.
“What did you say?” Yesung questioned.
“Nothing,” Ryeowook fibbed. He glanced at his ceiling letting out another sigh as his eyes roamed over his poster of Yesung. When was all the lying going to come to an end? He was beginning to dislike who he had become. A person who secretly fanboys over his friend. “So um you excited for your concert?”
“I’d be more excited if you would go, puh-please!” Yesung begged, “I can get you front row seats! I know I‘ll perform better if my Boo is there.” Ryeowook cringed at the sweet nickname, how did Yesung not know the affect it had on him, the false hope they all held.
“I thought the arena was sold out? Besides, you know I wouldn’t have a good time.” Ryeowook slowly sat up.
“Fine,” Ryeowook could hear the pout in Yesung’ voice. “One day I’ll get you to come then all you will listen to is my cd and you shall worship me! Mwahahahahaha!”
“Idiot,” Ryeowook giggled as he walked across his room, sitting down at his desk.
“Yah! What’d you call me? At least I’m not the one living the life of an old person. No good music, no sex, no fun.” Yesung teased.
Ryeowook frowned slightly knowing the truth of the words.
“So, do you think my mystery boy will be at the concert?” Yesung finally questioned for the second time that day. “I really hope he is.”
“I’m sure he will be,” Ryeowook looked down at the black mask on his desk.
“Tonight I want to end the cat and mouse games we play with each other.”
“Me too,” Ryeowook whispered, switching the phone to other side of his head.
“Well I’ve got to go practice, see you tomorrow, my love.” And with that Yesung hung up.
“See you later,” Ryeowook replied a few seconds after the conversation had ended. He set the phone down then turned to his reflection in a near by mirror. “It’s time for me to start getting ready.” He then lifted the mask to his face.
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Despite the spectacular performance he put on, Yesung was very grumpy after the show. The screaming fans had seemed more like an annoyance than something to make him happy.
“What’s wrong?” Siwon, the drummer of the band questioned once they were back stage.
“Nothing.”
“He didn’t see his masked mystery man.” Sungmin teased, setting his guitar down in it’s case.
“Tonight I planned to talk to him,” Yesung frowned.
“You say that every night.” Sungmin shook his head. “I don’t know why he’s so special there are thousands of fans that would love to have sex with you, just pick one if you need to get laid so bad.”
“But when I look at him I can just feel the sexual tension. His skin is so flawless it looks porcelain. And those eyes, they pierce right through me.” Yesung felt a chill go down his spine as he imagined the one man his body ached to touch.
“I wonder if he has nasty burns around his eyes. I mean why else wear a mask, a mask that only covers the area around his eyes.” Sungmin spoke skeptically.
“Maybe it’s to conceal his identity but still leave clues to who he is. Maybe he’s someone you know.” Siwon offered.
“There is no way. I think I’d notice if someone that special was near me.” Yesung shook his head, letting out another disappointed sigh.
“Hey, how about we go sign autographs, you always love doing that people, give you gifts and praise you!” Sungmin said, trying to be helpful for once.
“Yeah, let’s do it, there is a table already set up in case we want to.” Siwon added.
“Ugh, alright.” Yesung dragged his feet as he followed his bad members down a hall and to the autograph table, several security guards were making sure no fans grabbed them. Yesung wished a fan would tear him to shreds so the miserable night he was being forced to suffer through would end.
Once sitting at the table time seemed to move slightly faster, with his fake smirk and winks to some random fans. Most fans tried to touch him when picking up their autographed materials, sometimes he’d say comments about how soft their hands are. He then would mentally laugh how they would blush and ramble, like Ryeowook does if his hand brushes an inappropriate place of someone.
What a character Ryeowook was. Yesung wondered just what his best friend was doing, probably listening to some boring music or talking to a friend on the phone, possibly doing his project for science class early. Never did Yesung suspect that his best friend was in that very line for autographs in front of him, and nor would he ever know.
Ryeowook fidgeted slightly in the line, he was almost there and his heart felt as if it was going to explode. He had wished he’d gone with a full face mask to hide his embarrassment. Or incase he got as close to Yesung as he was about to. He didn’t want his friend to recognize him, he wasn’t ready for that yet.
When he was finally only three people away, he tugged nervously on his black tank top, he now wished he’d worn more clothes, so what if it matched the mask, it wasn’t worth this. Also he felt a small breeze through the holes in his pants, the pants that might as well have been painted on, he hated it.
When he felt a heated gaze on him he looked up, notching he was now second in line and Yesung could now see him. His heart froze in place, as those familiar dark eyes swept down his body. Ryeowook forced himself to stand up more and place an alluring smile on his lips, making Yesung send one in return.
When walking to the table Ryeowook made sure his hips swung a little, like how he’d seen Heechul do. “Can I have your autograph?” Ryeowook was glad his nervousness made his voice sound abnormally different.
“Can I have you?” Yesung stood, a smirk curling his lips. All Ryeowook could do is smile as a blush spread across his cheeks.
Yesung moved his way around the table and grabbed Ryeowook’s wrist, “I’m not letting you go out of my sight this time. “Come with me,” Yesung then began to pull Ryeowook down one of the several halls in the arena, ignoring the hollering of Siwon and Sungmin.
Once they turned a corner, Yesung stopped moving and pulled Ryeowook to him, letting their bodies rub briefly together. Yesung watched as his masked lover’s lips parted the friction becoming tauntingly sweet.
Ryeowook slowly moved himself away from Yesung and leaned against the wall.
“You know it’s not very nice to tease your favorite idol,” Yesung smirked, blocking the other man between him and the wall.
“Who said you were my favorite?” Ryeowook couldn’t help but tease.
“Oh? I’m not? Then we better do something to fix that, huh?” Yesung grinned leaning in and pressing his lips aggressively against the other man’s. He loved the gasp the other released in surprise.
Ryeowook opened his mouth slowly surprised by how fast and hungrily Yesung’s tongue had entered and began grazing against his own. “Oh!” Ryeowook moaned into the kiss, his body heating up more and more by the second. He arched his back, pressing his body against Yesung’s craving more, more contact, more Yesung.
“You like that huh?” Yesung smiled kissing Ryeowook’s lips once more while slipping his thigh in between Ryeowook’s legs rubbing against his erection.
Ryeowook’s eyes closed as he titled his head upwards letting out a soft moan. “Please,” Ryeowook begged.
“Please what?” Yesung asked, looking at the smaller man through lust filled eyes.
“Touch me!” Ryeowook hissed, then quickly covered his lips, “I’m sorry,” He apologized he didn’t mean to be so bossy and rude.
“no need,” Yesung breathed, his lips brushing over Ryeowook’s slender neck.
“Mmm,” Ryeowook licked his lips, grinding his hips against Yesung’s erection earning a rough moan.
“Fuck,” Yesung grunted, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could deal with the friction. “Don’t you think it’s time,” Yesung began, slipping his warm hand under Ryeowook’s tank top, making the cool flesh feel on fire.
“Oh Yesung!” Ryeowook cried out.
“Don’t you think it’s time to remove this outfit?” Yesung grinned, pushing his hand deep inside a hole of Ryeowook’s jeans, raking the flesh with his fingers.
“Y-yes~” Ryeowook nodded his head aggressively. His judgment slowly becoming impaired due to lust.
“Let’s start with this mask shall we?” Yesung raised his hand to take off the mask before it quickly got slapped away. “What?”
“I.. I have to go,” Ryeowook breathed.
“Why? Aren’t we having enough fun right here?” Yesung leaned back in to kiss those lips he’d become addicted to.
“All good times must end,” Ryeowook replied, leaning forward to kiss Yesung, tugging Yesung’s lips with his teeth so he could lean back against the wall. When the kiss ended Ryeowook shoved the other man away. “G-good bye,” Ryeowook mustered out of breath before running clumsily down the hall, lucky not to fall.
He ran and ran until he was outside and no longer could hear Yesung’s footsteps following him. The cool weather outside felt great against his overheated body, he wasn’t sure if it was because of his arousal or running. He needed to get out of the alley he ended up in, he needed to get home and he didn’t have any money for a cab.
He quickly took out his cell phone and started going through his contacts list. It was a tough decision on who to call. No one knew about his love for Yesung’s band, and he knew they’d immediately want to know why he was so close to the arena and wearing such untypical clothes for him.
He froze on a contact while scrolling through them. This person knew his secret already but was he willing to let that person see him in such a predicament. He took in a
deep breath and swallowed his pride, as he hit send.
About five minutes after the call ended a black car pulled up in front of the alley way. A window rolled down and Kyuhyun leaned out it, “Hurry up and get in the car,”
Ryeowook rushed around the car and into the passenger side door. He awkwardly sat in the seat, looking straight at the dash, “Thank you,” He barely whispered. Setting his hands over his erection to hide it.
“I like your outfit,” Kyuhyun grinned eyeing one of the holes in Ryeowook’s jeans.
“Um thank you.”
“I’m sure Yesung did to, he know you’re the one wearing the mask yet?” Kyuhyun questioned motioning to the black mask clutched between the older man’s hands.
“No,”
“He the reason your lips are so red? And pants so tight?” Kyuhyun smirked, moving Ryeowook’s hands aside and rubbing his hand over the small tent.
“Oh-” Ryeowook bit his lip to stop the moan from fully escaping his lips. “Stop,” He breathed, pushing Kyuhyun’s wandering hand away.
“Didn’t you call me for some satisfaction?” Kyuhyun’s breath ghosted over the tip of Ryeowook’s ear.
“No,” Ryeowook felt shivers run down his body. “I-I just need a ride home.”
“That’s not going to bug you with the vibrating of the car as it moves?” Kyuhyun questioned. “I could end the pain real fast,” His hand rubbed up and down Ryeowook’s arousal through his pants.
Ryeowook found his back arch and shove his erection into Kyuhyun’s hands.
“For someone who doesn’t want this, you aren’t doing a good job acting.” Kyuhyun taunted.
“Please, please make the pain go away!” Ryeowook turned his head to face the younger man, his eyes desperately pleading with Kyuhyun.
“Alright, you’ve convinced me,” Kyuhyun’s hand quickly slipped into Ryeowook’s jeans, grabbing a hold of his dick before beginning to pump, slowly building up with speed and rhythm. Ryeowook bit his bottom lip so hard holding in moans that it started to bleed.
“Now, now don’t make a mess in my car,” Kyuhyun leaned forward licking the blood away.
“I-I won’t,” Ryeowook wiggled around feeling the pressure in his groin growing about to climax when all of a sudden it felt cold. “W-What are you doing?” Ryeowook glanced at Kyuhyun wildly.
“Finish it yourself.” Kyuhyun replied, his tongue running up Ryeowook’s neck.
“Ugh, I.. I can’t,”
“yes you can,” Kyuhyun grabbed Ryeowook’s hand and guided it inside his pants and he even set the rhythm before leaving Ryeowook to finish the job. “Kyuhyun-ah!” Ryeowook moaned as Kyuhyun’s hands ran down his back and he finally reached his climax, letting out a small grunt after his pants filled with cum.
“Mm feels good huh?” Kyuhyun whispered huskily.
“oh yes!” Ryeowook cried out still feeling the ecstasy from his release.
“Alright we can go home in a minute, I’ve got to take care of something,” Kyuhyun laughed awkwardly as he sat back down in his seat.
Ryeowook glanced over not used to this side of Kyuhyun, he smiled slightly as he saw Kyuhyun trying to hide his own direction.
“What’s that Kyuhyunnie?” he couldn’t help but tease.
“Shut up, fuck!” Kyuhyun growled, “This is your fault, looking so fucking hot as you came.”
Ryeowook glanced away from Kyuhyun’s erection blushing, he wasn’t used to be called hot, in fact he thinks it’s the first time he’s ever heard it, ever been said about him, not who he is pretending to be. “Can I help?” Ryeowook whispered shyly.
“Huh?” Kyuhyun asked as he unbuttoned his pants.
“Let me help you get rid of it, you helped me… that way I won’t owe you anything.” Ryeowook spoke up. Kyuhyun wanted to tell Ryeowook he owed him nothing.
“Well, if you do it you better do it right.” Kyuhyun backed his seat up as far as he could, luckily this was a big car, probably designed for things like this. “Kneel down right here,” Kyuhyun pointed.
As Ryeowook positioned himself, Kyuhyun removed the car’s key making sure Ryeowook wouldn’t hit the gas or brake pedal. “I’m ready,” Ryeowook said more to himself as he pulled Kyuhyun’s pants down.
Ryeowook stared up into Kyuhyun’s eyes as he first ran his tongue over the younger’s cock. He was surprised by the reaction he got, Kyuhyun’s eyes tightened and head titled back, “Hurry Wookie,” Kyuhyun’s fingers found their way into Ryeowook’s hair.
The older man slowly took Kyuhyun into his mouth, his tongue circling the tip teasingly, as Kyuhyun’s hand had done to him. He knew he probably wasn’t doing a good job but the noises, the grunts and moans Kyuhyun began to make told him other wise as he began a steady rhythm of sucking his dick.
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Heechul was walking down the street, on his way home from a club when he noticed a black car oddly parked at the end of an alley. As he got closer he noticed a street lamp shined into the car, revealing a fellow student. Heechul gasped as he took Kyuhyun’s features they were twisted with pleasure and delight as he began to moan.
“Wookie-ah!” Kyuhyun cooed, making Heechul stop in his tracks, he kneeled closer to the ground to avoid being seen. Wookie? As in Ryeowook? Heechul eyes widened as Kyuhyun let out one final moan.
Heechul watched as Kyuhyun mouthed thank you, then pulled whomever was in front of him off the car floor and onto his lap, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips.
“Holy shit Ryeowook!” Heechul gasped to himself quickly covering his mouth, this was big gossip, it was too much just for him to know. To his knowledge Kyuhyun and Ryeowook hadn’t even been friends, so Heechul did what everyone else in his position would do, he sent out a text to all his friends.
tbc....
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sorry for the tons of grammar errors there are! I hope you like it! this sort of relates to a fic i wrote previously, a dbsk one but its only the heechul jaejoong connection is in it that relates to this so you don't have to read it.