Walk away [2/2]
Title: Walk away [2/2]
Author: mariposa02
Pairing: jongkey
Rating: nc-17
Genre: romance, au
word count: 3600 +
Summery: Jonghyun is a teacher and a counsellor, Kibum is a student that needs to go to his counselling.
AN: Jonghyun is a teacher, that means he is older, a lot older than Kibum.. like he is 28 and Kibum is 18.... also Jonghyun smokes and Kibum is a little bit of an outsider... not just a little bit to be precise and in my fantasy and dreams Jonghyun is taller and taller than Kibum and Kibum is a little bit smaller than normally..
if you don't like that.. don't read...
part 1. (member locked ♥)
The following morning Kibum caught himself thinking of what kind of style Jonghyun would appreciate, taking extra good care of his looks and nervously thinking about what was about to happen on that roof. Every time his thoughts would wander off Kibum would slap himself, thinking that this whole thing was fucking stupid, Jonghyun was a teacher and his counsellor and about 10 years older than him and not some person he could have a crush on, though he was still in deep denial of thinking of Jonghyun as his crush.
Still he couldn't help but glance at the clock more often than he used to, waiting for the lessons to finally end so that he could quickly run up to the roof, the excitement somehow undeniable.
When the bell rang he had his things already packed and he was the first one to exit the classroom, his teacher and some of his classmates looking a bit surprised. He ignored them and ran up to the rooftop, stopping in front of the door, catching his breath. He felt the urge to slap himself once again, thinking of how stupid and childish and not like him his behaviour was. When he calmed down enough not to appear completely rushed and flustered when he would step on the roof he opened the door, cold air hitting his face and he shivered slightly, wrapping his jacket tighter around his body.
Jonghyun was sitting on the other end of the roof, leaning against the fence (the fence that should prevent students from committing suicide), cigarette in his hand. He looked like the typical bad-boy with a playful smile on his lips and not like a teacher.
“You're early.” Jonghyun grinned, his white teeth nearly glowing.
Kibum smiled a little walking towards Jonghyun, who was now crushing his cigarette with his thumb, breathing the remains of smoke out.
He sat down beside him, leaning against the cold fence and enjoying the wind messing with his hair.
“How was class today?” Kibum looked at Jonghyun his eyes telling stories and Jonghyun chuckled. “Okay, okay I admit class is not the best topic to talk about. So then tell me something else.”
“Why do I have to tell you something? If you want to talk, just tell a story I'll listen or at least try to look as if I'm listening.”
“Pff, but I don't feel like talking. I wanna know a little bit about you.” Jonghyun looked at Kibum as he said that, his eyes searching for contact with the other's, Kibum expectedly avoiding his teacher's gaze. Kibum then decided that instead of awkwardly looking at his shoes he should close his eyes, leaning his head back, feeling the wind and the cold and his goosebumps.
He waited a little, the silence stretching and he felt the other's stare burning on his face before he opened his mouth.
“Kim Kibum, age: 18, height: 174 cm. I'm an only child, I live together with my mother, I never got to know my father. My mother says that he died but I think he ran away, I would have done so too when I would have been my father. My mother is scary. I spent my time studying and reading, when I was younger I drew a lot and took photographs but my mother made it pretty clear to me that I won't reach anything if I dream to do something with art, now I'm pursuing the goal to become a doctor.” Kibum paused a little, waiting for the other to say something and wondering where his sudden talkativeness came from. Jonghyun didn't say anything and so Key continued. “I'm pretty much alone all the time, my mother is working her ass off to get me through and she never is home, she is kind of a workaholic. I don't have friends, I don't have family besides said mother. I don't mind not talking for longer than a whole week. I don't really care about the people around me and I don't really care about life in general. I never had friends and I don't plan to ever have friends, they are a nuisance. I was often bullied, I changed schools often, not because I wanted to, but because my mother was ashamed to have a son covered in bruises walk in and out of her apartment. I'm a virgin. I like birds. My favourite colour is violet and the last and most important fact about me: I'm totally and proudly gay.”
The following silence was deafening and Kibum felt extremely uncomfortable, wondering if just said a little bit too much. He waited a few moments before opening his eyes, looking his teacher who was now sitting closer to him, really close to him in the eyes.
Jonghyun leaned closer to Kibum, brushing his lips against the younger's. “You know, violet is the colour of sexual frustration.” and for a moment Jonghyun's breath mixed with Kibum's and the latter could taste cigarettes and mint on his tongue, the taste to indescribably delicious, that Kibum would have liked to collect it, putting it in a bottle out of which he would drink whenever he wanted to.
But he got the better of himself, standing up before the older could attach his lips to Kibum's and walked backwards, stumbling to the door. He opened the it and ran down, forgetting his things in his locker, wanting to forget everything that had happened as he ran home, rain that was matching his mood pouring over him, drenching his uniform. All he wanted was to run home and shut himself down in his own comforting four walls.
---
Jonghyun leaned back against the fence, the rain slowly drenching his body as he frowned a little.
What was that?
He never had been a person that didn’t have control over what he was doing, but what had happened with Kibum a few minutes ago had definitely not been planned. He stuffed a cigarette roughly into his mouth, needing the comforting warmth of smoke, so that he would be able to think straight again. He closed his eyes, running a hand through his wet hair.
Kibum was gay, he was hot, he was interesting, he was his student and his lighter didn’t want to work right now.
For the first time in a long time Jonghyun cursed loudly.
---
When he stood in front of the door to his apartment complex, the thought of sitting in his cold home was not really that comforting any more and so he decided to walk around, the playground in the small park behind the building seeming a good place to walk to.
The playground was old and abandoned, one old swing creaking as the wind made it move and a slide standing in a disgustingly dirty sandpit on the verge of crushing together. Deciding for the swing he walked through the playground, the sound of sand crushing under his feet the only one audible.
He sat down, a loud creak echoing through the still night, thoughts drifting off to what had happened at the rooftop. Kibum was scared and surprised and his heart was thumping like crazy, his face still burning.
No! No! No! It couldn't be happening! Jonghynun was his teacher! His fucking teacher! He was like a grandpa, the age gap was just so..big and Jonghyun would be a fucking pedo if he would be interested in him! And how was it Kibum's fault to be attracted to his teacher when he was so fucking sexy?! How could they even allow someone like him to become a teacher, weren't teachers supposed to be ugly and old and unsexy? It was only in some bad porns that a teacher would be sexy.
And here he was debating, thinking of his teacher as sexy and he was so angry at himself, at his stupid beating heart, at even thinking of his teacher that way. It was just so wrong, so completely wrong, he would only get him and Jonghyun into trouble with his stupid selfishness.
He groaned out loud, the swing creaking loudly as he swung his feet in frustration.
Lost in thoughts as he was, he didn't notice the boy, or rather the teen approaching him and he nearly fell off the swing when he heard the soft voice of the boy that what asking if he was okay.
The boy was thin and beautiful, his big eyes shining a little even if it was dark. His cheeks were puffy, making his face look extremely innocent and young, though the boy didn't seem to be that much younger than Kibum.
Key was mesmerized, forgetting the situation he was in for a moment but then turned his head, the worry and restlessness back in his features.
“That's none of your business.” the boy looked taken aback, but still sat down on the cold, wet ground next to Kibum. He looked up to the sky, his eyes glistening from the moon's reflection, making the boy seem mysterious and surreal.
“You don't need to tell me anything and I know it's none of my business, but you know sometimes it helps a lot to just .. you know, talk to someone and it's easier to talk to some stranger cause we'll probably never see each other again.” the boy smiled, one of the most beautiful, sincere and heart-warming smiles Kibum had ever seen and a few seconds later he found himself blabbering about the whole mess he was in, trusting his deepest secrets to someone he never met before.
The boy just listened, nodding when he felt the need to.
“-and argh! This is all just so complicated, I don't know what to do and what I should think of this whole situation and what he thinks and argh!”
The boy blinked at him, he looked confused and Kibum wanted to smack himself for talking so much and staining a cute boys' innocence by talking about falling in love with a teacher.
“I don't understand you hyung.” they boy's brows furrowed and he tilted his head as he looked straight at Kibum.
“You seem to like this teacher guy really much, otherwise you wouldn't be thinking of this situation so much. If you like someone why don't you just go out with him?”
“Because-”
“He seems to be interested in you, I'm sure of that after what you have told me. I think you should think about it a little and just listen to your feelings, they are what is important. Why do old people always have to think so much? They never listen to what their heart says.”
“Wait, I'm not old!” They boy snickered and stood up, grinning lightly at Kibum.
“I have to go now Kibum-hyung, I hope I could help you.” and he walked away, disappearing into the fog, clouding the park. Only a few minutes after staring at the spot where he had last been standing Kibum noticed it, letting out a small gasp.
Why did he know my name?
---
Kibum didn’t show up to his counselling for a week, Jonghyun was a worrying mess this whole week, he was absent-mindedly running through the hallways of the school, being a danger to every student passing him, because he didn’t look anywhere, walking against doors, cars, trees and students.
Jonghyun was in this mess until he decided to do something.
---
Kibum was running to his classroom, he was late for his first period, because of some stupid marbles falling out of his locker and he swore to himself that he would kick that person to death if he found out who it was. He ran through the hallways, rushed and angry, completely oblivious to his surroundings, so that he let out a loud shriek when firm hands took him by his wrist and pulled him into a different direction, the person not letting go until they arrived at an empty classroom, the door slamming shut behind Kibum, who was lost for words.
Jonghyun looked at Kibum, he looked screwed and guilty and something else that made him shudder even if he didn’t know what it was.
He was pushed against the door, his back hurting as Jonghyun attacked his lips with needy and sloppy kisses. Kibum didn’t respond at first, his brain taking some time to register what had happened but a loud moan echoed through the room as he finally realised it, kissing the older back furiously. Their tongues met, fighting for dominance and Kibum could taste the mix of cigarettes and mint like he had wanted to and he just wanted to drown in it, drown in the overwhelming feelings that were flooding his body.
Lust and passion and hotness made his veins burn and he knew that it was wrong, that he should never be doing something like that, kissing his teacher, kissing a person that was so much older than him in school and he shoved Jonghyun away for a moment getting a hold of himself.
“W-we can’t.” And Jonghyun looked hurt and vulnerable in that moment, so that Kibum almost wished he had never said that, almost. Jonghyun leaned his head against Kibum’s cheek, still pressing his body against the younger’s, panting in his ear.
“I know” he whispered, hot breath trickling Kibum’s ear. “I know and I’m sorry and I don’t know what is wrong with me and how it happened, all I know is that I shouldn’t do this and that I still need to, I need you Kibum and if you say no I promise I’ll leave you alone and never dare to face you again, but I’m begging you, please don’t go, don’t leave me, I want you, I need you Kibum.”
Kibum choked a sob, he was overwhelmed and overstrained, he felt Jonghyun shiver and he felt how he tensed and he felt so complete in that moment and so scared that it took him a while to calm down, thinking straight and reasonable. But being reasonable would not help when it came to feelings and as much as he wanted to protect Jonghyun from all this trouble he would have if they were caught and as much as he knew that it was wrong, he lifted Jonghyun’s face, looking the taller male deep in the eyes before closing the distance, savouring Jonghyun’s tongue and mouth and taste and moans.
Jonghyun pressed closer to Key, the younger spreading his legs a little, to let the slightly taller man press his bulge into the other's. They rocked their hips, back and forth, each movement underlined by shuddered moans and whimpers as their pace got faster and soon it was rushed and needy, the moans becoming short grunts and pants.
After taking their shirts off, Jonghyun unbuckled Kibum’s belt and shoved his pants down, freeing the younger’s erection. He licked the tip of it, tasting the precum and enjoying the sinful sounds that were falling off Kibum’s lips as he licked along the shaft, feeling the pulsing veins under his tongue. When he finally took the throbbing erection into his mouth Kibum moaned loudly, too loudly, so that he had to press his hands against his mouth, now only whimpers that were in no way less arousing leaving his it
.
Jonghyun bobbed his head, his hands making their way over Kibum's body to his ass, groping it, one hand teasing the hole as the other stroked back over Kibum's body to his mouth, the latter sucking on two fingers of it. Jonghyun released the cock with a soft plop and stood up, kissing Key's neck, sucking on it, leaving red marks.
Kibum, being suddenly very aware of the fact that he was the only one that was naked, was opening Jonghyun's pants, roughly pulling down the fly and letting his fingertips teasingly slide over the thin skin above the boxer's waistband as Jonghyun was doing wonders to his neck.
Jonghyun bucked up, desperate for the touch, desperate for Kibum and the younger chuckled lowly as he let his hands, slowly go under the waistband, teasingly slow, making their way to the -for Jonghyun- painfully throbbing erection. He let out a huff, the feeling of Kibum's thin fingers wrapping around his cock so intense and great, that he lost all power to do anything, his head falling to the smaller man's shoulder. He let himself be pleasured until he decided that he wanted more, the feeling suddenly not intense any more as he began fantasizing about Kibum's tight, wet hole, his dick twitching in anticipation.
He slowly peeled Kibum off his body, guiding the boy to the front-desk. Key sat down on it, his legs spread, so that the other could position himself between them. Kibum licked Jonghyun's fingers again, slicking it with his spit, the only lubricant available at the moment.
The sudden tenderness, with which Jonghyun slowly spread the other's legs a little bit more, one finger cautiously pressing against the tight ring of muscles made Key's heart swell, making the sudden intrusion as Jonghyun pressed harder entering the hot wetness a lot less scary.
Kibum had expected burning pain running up his spine and he was a little disappointed that it didn't even really feel uncomfortable, despite the finger being something new to him, on the contrary, he really liked the feeling, it was ticklish.
The second finger was something else and he could feel the stretch already, his muscles tensing a little.
The third finger was added and the thought of the pain being disappointing was blown out of his mind, the boy struggling to stay at least a little bit relaxed, nails digging into Jonghyun's back.
A few more minutes of stretching and Kibum didn't want to wait any longer, the great amount of body contact they had before suddenly missing as Jonghyun was completely absorbed into scissoring him. He shivered, the air suddenly cold and he wiggled his ass, giving Jonghyun a sign. The older looked up, meeting Kibum's all-saying gaze and he gulped.
“A-are you sure? I mean we-...you-...I-”
“Shut up and fuck me.” and Jonghyun didn't have to be told otherwise, all worries overshadowed by the sudden lust-daze that overcame him at Kibum's words.
He pushed in, wetness and heat surrounding his cock as he groaned out loud, fighting to be careful and slow and to wait for Kibum, who was a whimpering mess beneath him. When he was fully inside of him, he stopped, his chest heaving, sweat clinging to his body, Key shaking and cursing under him as he fought with himself. A few moments later and Kibum's breathing had evened, now Jonghyun being a shivering and grunting mess as he fought his body to keep still and Kibum didn't like that so he pushed against Jonghyun's cock giving the other the right hint and they started at a slow pace. Key was fighting tears as the other pushed in and out of him, moaning and panting like it was the fucking best thing he had ever felt and Kibum honestly felt flattered and he was happy, although the searing pain didn't seem to go away. It went on like that for a few more pushes until Kibum realized just how fucking huge Jonghyun felt inside of him, the pain having lessened as he was suddenly able to actually feel the whole cock inside of him, feel every pulsing vein and it felt incredible and he felt so complete, he wanted more and he really meant it as he panted “Fuck me harder.”
Jonghyun moaned lowly, pulling out almost completely before thrusting in. The pace quickened and their moans and groans united. Jonghyun hiked one of Key's long legs over his shoulder, thrusting deeper in and Kibum shuddered beneath him, arching his back in ecstasy.
“Fuck, right there” he moaned and he was a panting mess as Jonghyun thrust into that particular spot. They moaned and sweated and just enjoyed the moment and when Kibum came, shuddering and letting out a silent cry Jonghyun shut his eyes in bliss, coming a few seconds later because of the way Kibum had clenched around him.
Jonghyun let himself fall on Kibum, he was exhausted, sweat clinging to his body as he tried his best to calm down. Key shifted under him, giving the elder a disapproving glance. Jonghyun sighed and pulled out with the last power he had, slumping on the desk next to Kibum.
Their pants were the only sounds echoing through the room and the silence was comfortable, the after effects of orgasm still lingering in their bodies. Kibum snuggled closer to the man next to him, head leaning on the chest, listening to Jonghyun's slowing heartbeat.
They laid there for some time, Jonghyun laying an arm around Kibum and Kibum was on the verge of falling asleep when they heard loud knocking against the door, student saying “Hello? Is there someone?” and “Why is the door locked?”.
“Shit!!” Kibum muttered under his breath.
---
They were panting and laughing and cursing at the same time as they let themselves slump on the soft grass behind a bush in the school's garden.
“Fuck, this was close!” Jonghyun panted, taking his jacket off.
“Pfffahahahaha! Your shirt is the wrong way around!” Kibum laughed hard, hands clutching his stomach and tears running out of his eyes, Jonghyun grinned, he definetely was one of the best counsellors on earth, he thought.
And they laughed like that for the rest of the evening, enjoying each other's company and telling stories. Jonghyun thought Kibum was pretty when he laughed and Kibum thought that Jonghyun was really nice.
Maybe, this was what he had been looking for, even if this was forbidden and dangerous, it was love and Kibum felt happy and alive for the first time in his life. This was something he would never walk away from, even if he should.
The End
AN: I'm sorry for grammar/spelling/typing mistakes and sorry for this fail of a ending and this fail of smut -.-... this is my third time writing smut and I have to improve a lot I know and sorry for this cheesy ending.. please do comment XD
AN2: I'll leave it up to your imagination how they got out of that classroom without being noticed^^ and I hope you all know who that "mysterious" boy is >.<
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Author: mariposa02
Pairing: jongkey
Rating: nc-17
Genre: romance, au
word count: 3600 +
Summery: Jonghyun is a teacher and a counsellor, Kibum is a student that needs to go to his counselling.
AN: Jonghyun is a teacher, that means he is older, a lot older than Kibum.. like he is 28 and Kibum is 18.... also Jonghyun smokes and Kibum is a little bit of an outsider... not just a little bit to be precise and in my fantasy and dreams Jonghyun is taller and taller than Kibum and Kibum is a little bit smaller than normally..
if you don't like that.. don't read...
part 1. (member locked ♥)
The following morning Kibum caught himself thinking of what kind of style Jonghyun would appreciate, taking extra good care of his looks and nervously thinking about what was about to happen on that roof. Every time his thoughts would wander off Kibum would slap himself, thinking that this whole thing was fucking stupid, Jonghyun was a teacher and his counsellor and about 10 years older than him and not some person he could have a crush on, though he was still in deep denial of thinking of Jonghyun as his crush.
Still he couldn't help but glance at the clock more often than he used to, waiting for the lessons to finally end so that he could quickly run up to the roof, the excitement somehow undeniable.
When the bell rang he had his things already packed and he was the first one to exit the classroom, his teacher and some of his classmates looking a bit surprised. He ignored them and ran up to the rooftop, stopping in front of the door, catching his breath. He felt the urge to slap himself once again, thinking of how stupid and childish and not like him his behaviour was. When he calmed down enough not to appear completely rushed and flustered when he would step on the roof he opened the door, cold air hitting his face and he shivered slightly, wrapping his jacket tighter around his body.
Jonghyun was sitting on the other end of the roof, leaning against the fence (the fence that should prevent students from committing suicide), cigarette in his hand. He looked like the typical bad-boy with a playful smile on his lips and not like a teacher.
“You're early.” Jonghyun grinned, his white teeth nearly glowing.
Kibum smiled a little walking towards Jonghyun, who was now crushing his cigarette with his thumb, breathing the remains of smoke out.
He sat down beside him, leaning against the cold fence and enjoying the wind messing with his hair.
“How was class today?” Kibum looked at Jonghyun his eyes telling stories and Jonghyun chuckled. “Okay, okay I admit class is not the best topic to talk about. So then tell me something else.”
“Why do I have to tell you something? If you want to talk, just tell a story I'll listen or at least try to look as if I'm listening.”
“Pff, but I don't feel like talking. I wanna know a little bit about you.” Jonghyun looked at Kibum as he said that, his eyes searching for contact with the other's, Kibum expectedly avoiding his teacher's gaze. Kibum then decided that instead of awkwardly looking at his shoes he should close his eyes, leaning his head back, feeling the wind and the cold and his goosebumps.
He waited a little, the silence stretching and he felt the other's stare burning on his face before he opened his mouth.
“Kim Kibum, age: 18, height: 174 cm. I'm an only child, I live together with my mother, I never got to know my father. My mother says that he died but I think he ran away, I would have done so too when I would have been my father. My mother is scary. I spent my time studying and reading, when I was younger I drew a lot and took photographs but my mother made it pretty clear to me that I won't reach anything if I dream to do something with art, now I'm pursuing the goal to become a doctor.” Kibum paused a little, waiting for the other to say something and wondering where his sudden talkativeness came from. Jonghyun didn't say anything and so Key continued. “I'm pretty much alone all the time, my mother is working her ass off to get me through and she never is home, she is kind of a workaholic. I don't have friends, I don't have family besides said mother. I don't mind not talking for longer than a whole week. I don't really care about the people around me and I don't really care about life in general. I never had friends and I don't plan to ever have friends, they are a nuisance. I was often bullied, I changed schools often, not because I wanted to, but because my mother was ashamed to have a son covered in bruises walk in and out of her apartment. I'm a virgin. I like birds. My favourite colour is violet and the last and most important fact about me: I'm totally and proudly gay.”
The following silence was deafening and Kibum felt extremely uncomfortable, wondering if just said a little bit too much. He waited a few moments before opening his eyes, looking his teacher who was now sitting closer to him, really close to him in the eyes.
Jonghyun leaned closer to Kibum, brushing his lips against the younger's. “You know, violet is the colour of sexual frustration.” and for a moment Jonghyun's breath mixed with Kibum's and the latter could taste cigarettes and mint on his tongue, the taste to indescribably delicious, that Kibum would have liked to collect it, putting it in a bottle out of which he would drink whenever he wanted to.
But he got the better of himself, standing up before the older could attach his lips to Kibum's and walked backwards, stumbling to the door. He opened the it and ran down, forgetting his things in his locker, wanting to forget everything that had happened as he ran home, rain that was matching his mood pouring over him, drenching his uniform. All he wanted was to run home and shut himself down in his own comforting four walls.
---
Jonghyun leaned back against the fence, the rain slowly drenching his body as he frowned a little.
What was that?
He never had been a person that didn’t have control over what he was doing, but what had happened with Kibum a few minutes ago had definitely not been planned. He stuffed a cigarette roughly into his mouth, needing the comforting warmth of smoke, so that he would be able to think straight again. He closed his eyes, running a hand through his wet hair.
Kibum was gay, he was hot, he was interesting, he was his student and his lighter didn’t want to work right now.
For the first time in a long time Jonghyun cursed loudly.
---
When he stood in front of the door to his apartment complex, the thought of sitting in his cold home was not really that comforting any more and so he decided to walk around, the playground in the small park behind the building seeming a good place to walk to.
The playground was old and abandoned, one old swing creaking as the wind made it move and a slide standing in a disgustingly dirty sandpit on the verge of crushing together. Deciding for the swing he walked through the playground, the sound of sand crushing under his feet the only one audible.
He sat down, a loud creak echoing through the still night, thoughts drifting off to what had happened at the rooftop. Kibum was scared and surprised and his heart was thumping like crazy, his face still burning.
No! No! No! It couldn't be happening! Jonghynun was his teacher! His fucking teacher! He was like a grandpa, the age gap was just so..big and Jonghyun would be a fucking pedo if he would be interested in him! And how was it Kibum's fault to be attracted to his teacher when he was so fucking sexy?! How could they even allow someone like him to become a teacher, weren't teachers supposed to be ugly and old and unsexy? It was only in some bad porns that a teacher would be sexy.
And here he was debating, thinking of his teacher as sexy and he was so angry at himself, at his stupid beating heart, at even thinking of his teacher that way. It was just so wrong, so completely wrong, he would only get him and Jonghyun into trouble with his stupid selfishness.
He groaned out loud, the swing creaking loudly as he swung his feet in frustration.
Lost in thoughts as he was, he didn't notice the boy, or rather the teen approaching him and he nearly fell off the swing when he heard the soft voice of the boy that what asking if he was okay.
The boy was thin and beautiful, his big eyes shining a little even if it was dark. His cheeks were puffy, making his face look extremely innocent and young, though the boy didn't seem to be that much younger than Kibum.
Key was mesmerized, forgetting the situation he was in for a moment but then turned his head, the worry and restlessness back in his features.
“That's none of your business.” the boy looked taken aback, but still sat down on the cold, wet ground next to Kibum. He looked up to the sky, his eyes glistening from the moon's reflection, making the boy seem mysterious and surreal.
“You don't need to tell me anything and I know it's none of my business, but you know sometimes it helps a lot to just .. you know, talk to someone and it's easier to talk to some stranger cause we'll probably never see each other again.” the boy smiled, one of the most beautiful, sincere and heart-warming smiles Kibum had ever seen and a few seconds later he found himself blabbering about the whole mess he was in, trusting his deepest secrets to someone he never met before.
The boy just listened, nodding when he felt the need to.
“-and argh! This is all just so complicated, I don't know what to do and what I should think of this whole situation and what he thinks and argh!”
The boy blinked at him, he looked confused and Kibum wanted to smack himself for talking so much and staining a cute boys' innocence by talking about falling in love with a teacher.
“I don't understand you hyung.” they boy's brows furrowed and he tilted his head as he looked straight at Kibum.
“You seem to like this teacher guy really much, otherwise you wouldn't be thinking of this situation so much. If you like someone why don't you just go out with him?”
“Because-”
“He seems to be interested in you, I'm sure of that after what you have told me. I think you should think about it a little and just listen to your feelings, they are what is important. Why do old people always have to think so much? They never listen to what their heart says.”
“Wait, I'm not old!” They boy snickered and stood up, grinning lightly at Kibum.
“I have to go now Kibum-hyung, I hope I could help you.” and he walked away, disappearing into the fog, clouding the park. Only a few minutes after staring at the spot where he had last been standing Kibum noticed it, letting out a small gasp.
Why did he know my name?
---
Kibum didn’t show up to his counselling for a week, Jonghyun was a worrying mess this whole week, he was absent-mindedly running through the hallways of the school, being a danger to every student passing him, because he didn’t look anywhere, walking against doors, cars, trees and students.
Jonghyun was in this mess until he decided to do something.
---
Kibum was running to his classroom, he was late for his first period, because of some stupid marbles falling out of his locker and he swore to himself that he would kick that person to death if he found out who it was. He ran through the hallways, rushed and angry, completely oblivious to his surroundings, so that he let out a loud shriek when firm hands took him by his wrist and pulled him into a different direction, the person not letting go until they arrived at an empty classroom, the door slamming shut behind Kibum, who was lost for words.
Jonghyun looked at Kibum, he looked screwed and guilty and something else that made him shudder even if he didn’t know what it was.
He was pushed against the door, his back hurting as Jonghyun attacked his lips with needy and sloppy kisses. Kibum didn’t respond at first, his brain taking some time to register what had happened but a loud moan echoed through the room as he finally realised it, kissing the older back furiously. Their tongues met, fighting for dominance and Kibum could taste the mix of cigarettes and mint like he had wanted to and he just wanted to drown in it, drown in the overwhelming feelings that were flooding his body.
Lust and passion and hotness made his veins burn and he knew that it was wrong, that he should never be doing something like that, kissing his teacher, kissing a person that was so much older than him in school and he shoved Jonghyun away for a moment getting a hold of himself.
“W-we can’t.” And Jonghyun looked hurt and vulnerable in that moment, so that Kibum almost wished he had never said that, almost. Jonghyun leaned his head against Kibum’s cheek, still pressing his body against the younger’s, panting in his ear.
“I know” he whispered, hot breath trickling Kibum’s ear. “I know and I’m sorry and I don’t know what is wrong with me and how it happened, all I know is that I shouldn’t do this and that I still need to, I need you Kibum and if you say no I promise I’ll leave you alone and never dare to face you again, but I’m begging you, please don’t go, don’t leave me, I want you, I need you Kibum.”
Kibum choked a sob, he was overwhelmed and overstrained, he felt Jonghyun shiver and he felt how he tensed and he felt so complete in that moment and so scared that it took him a while to calm down, thinking straight and reasonable. But being reasonable would not help when it came to feelings and as much as he wanted to protect Jonghyun from all this trouble he would have if they were caught and as much as he knew that it was wrong, he lifted Jonghyun’s face, looking the taller male deep in the eyes before closing the distance, savouring Jonghyun’s tongue and mouth and taste and moans.
Jonghyun pressed closer to Key, the younger spreading his legs a little, to let the slightly taller man press his bulge into the other's. They rocked their hips, back and forth, each movement underlined by shuddered moans and whimpers as their pace got faster and soon it was rushed and needy, the moans becoming short grunts and pants.
After taking their shirts off, Jonghyun unbuckled Kibum’s belt and shoved his pants down, freeing the younger’s erection. He licked the tip of it, tasting the precum and enjoying the sinful sounds that were falling off Kibum’s lips as he licked along the shaft, feeling the pulsing veins under his tongue. When he finally took the throbbing erection into his mouth Kibum moaned loudly, too loudly, so that he had to press his hands against his mouth, now only whimpers that were in no way less arousing leaving his it
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Jonghyun bobbed his head, his hands making their way over Kibum's body to his ass, groping it, one hand teasing the hole as the other stroked back over Kibum's body to his mouth, the latter sucking on two fingers of it. Jonghyun released the cock with a soft plop and stood up, kissing Key's neck, sucking on it, leaving red marks.
Kibum, being suddenly very aware of the fact that he was the only one that was naked, was opening Jonghyun's pants, roughly pulling down the fly and letting his fingertips teasingly slide over the thin skin above the boxer's waistband as Jonghyun was doing wonders to his neck.
Jonghyun bucked up, desperate for the touch, desperate for Kibum and the younger chuckled lowly as he let his hands, slowly go under the waistband, teasingly slow, making their way to the -for Jonghyun- painfully throbbing erection. He let out a huff, the feeling of Kibum's thin fingers wrapping around his cock so intense and great, that he lost all power to do anything, his head falling to the smaller man's shoulder. He let himself be pleasured until he decided that he wanted more, the feeling suddenly not intense any more as he began fantasizing about Kibum's tight, wet hole, his dick twitching in anticipation.
He slowly peeled Kibum off his body, guiding the boy to the front-desk. Key sat down on it, his legs spread, so that the other could position himself between them. Kibum licked Jonghyun's fingers again, slicking it with his spit, the only lubricant available at the moment.
The sudden tenderness, with which Jonghyun slowly spread the other's legs a little bit more, one finger cautiously pressing against the tight ring of muscles made Key's heart swell, making the sudden intrusion as Jonghyun pressed harder entering the hot wetness a lot less scary.
Kibum had expected burning pain running up his spine and he was a little disappointed that it didn't even really feel uncomfortable, despite the finger being something new to him, on the contrary, he really liked the feeling, it was ticklish.
The second finger was something else and he could feel the stretch already, his muscles tensing a little.
The third finger was added and the thought of the pain being disappointing was blown out of his mind, the boy struggling to stay at least a little bit relaxed, nails digging into Jonghyun's back.
A few more minutes of stretching and Kibum didn't want to wait any longer, the great amount of body contact they had before suddenly missing as Jonghyun was completely absorbed into scissoring him. He shivered, the air suddenly cold and he wiggled his ass, giving Jonghyun a sign. The older looked up, meeting Kibum's all-saying gaze and he gulped.
“A-are you sure? I mean we-...you-...I-”
“Shut up and fuck me.” and Jonghyun didn't have to be told otherwise, all worries overshadowed by the sudden lust-daze that overcame him at Kibum's words.
He pushed in, wetness and heat surrounding his cock as he groaned out loud, fighting to be careful and slow and to wait for Kibum, who was a whimpering mess beneath him. When he was fully inside of him, he stopped, his chest heaving, sweat clinging to his body, Key shaking and cursing under him as he fought with himself. A few moments later and Kibum's breathing had evened, now Jonghyun being a shivering and grunting mess as he fought his body to keep still and Kibum didn't like that so he pushed against Jonghyun's cock giving the other the right hint and they started at a slow pace. Key was fighting tears as the other pushed in and out of him, moaning and panting like it was the fucking best thing he had ever felt and Kibum honestly felt flattered and he was happy, although the searing pain didn't seem to go away. It went on like that for a few more pushes until Kibum realized just how fucking huge Jonghyun felt inside of him, the pain having lessened as he was suddenly able to actually feel the whole cock inside of him, feel every pulsing vein and it felt incredible and he felt so complete, he wanted more and he really meant it as he panted “Fuck me harder.”
Jonghyun moaned lowly, pulling out almost completely before thrusting in. The pace quickened and their moans and groans united. Jonghyun hiked one of Key's long legs over his shoulder, thrusting deeper in and Kibum shuddered beneath him, arching his back in ecstasy.
“Fuck, right there” he moaned and he was a panting mess as Jonghyun thrust into that particular spot. They moaned and sweated and just enjoyed the moment and when Kibum came, shuddering and letting out a silent cry Jonghyun shut his eyes in bliss, coming a few seconds later because of the way Kibum had clenched around him.
Jonghyun let himself fall on Kibum, he was exhausted, sweat clinging to his body as he tried his best to calm down. Key shifted under him, giving the elder a disapproving glance. Jonghyun sighed and pulled out with the last power he had, slumping on the desk next to Kibum.
Their pants were the only sounds echoing through the room and the silence was comfortable, the after effects of orgasm still lingering in their bodies. Kibum snuggled closer to the man next to him, head leaning on the chest, listening to Jonghyun's slowing heartbeat.
They laid there for some time, Jonghyun laying an arm around Kibum and Kibum was on the verge of falling asleep when they heard loud knocking against the door, student saying “Hello? Is there someone?” and “Why is the door locked?”.
“Shit!!” Kibum muttered under his breath.
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They were panting and laughing and cursing at the same time as they let themselves slump on the soft grass behind a bush in the school's garden.
“Fuck, this was close!” Jonghyun panted, taking his jacket off.
“Pfffahahahaha! Your shirt is the wrong way around!” Kibum laughed hard, hands clutching his stomach and tears running out of his eyes, Jonghyun grinned, he definetely was one of the best counsellors on earth, he thought.
And they laughed like that for the rest of the evening, enjoying each other's company and telling stories. Jonghyun thought Kibum was pretty when he laughed and Kibum thought that Jonghyun was really nice.
Maybe, this was what he had been looking for, even if this was forbidden and dangerous, it was love and Kibum felt happy and alive for the first time in his life. This was something he would never walk away from, even if he should.
The End
AN: I'm sorry for grammar/spelling/typing mistakes and sorry for this fail of a ending and this fail of smut -.-... this is my third time writing smut and I have to improve a lot I know and sorry for this cheesy ending.. please do comment XD
AN2: I'll leave it up to your imagination how they got out of that classroom without being noticed^^ and I hope you all know who that "mysterious" boy is >.<
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