The Bully (Jonghyun x Minho)
The Bully
Pairing: JongHo (Jonghyun x Minho)
Rating: NC-17
Author: saitheisonfire
Summary: New student Choi Minho enters a school full of cocky rich kids, and they don’t take well to a new student. Especially one student named Jonghyun. Or is it just something else?
Disclaimer: I am LSM and I own those bitches. LOL WUT LIKE THAT PUNK-ASS HAS ANY GALL TO SHOW HIS FACE HERE
“Not again.”
Not even two weeks into the new school, Minho has suffered from his locker being broken into at least 3 times, his gym clothes being destroyed, his shoes being scuffed, and his desk being vandalized. He has reported to the counselors, teachers, and even the principal (who does absolutely nothing) to find out who’s harassing him repeatedly. They have responded with having a stern talking to to several students, even moving his locker around several places. Still, he still manages to come to his locker after 5th hour to find the lock off the hinges, his papers scattered across the floor, and anonymous liquids dripping down on the shelves.
This is not his day. Minho isn’t even a dork, or a loser (at least not at his last school). He was very intelligent, athletic, occasionally turned heads with his dashingly good looks and freakishly tall height, was sweet to anyone he met, and usually was never bullied.
So why the difference here? This school, an elite school for people who take AP everything, had no rivalry with his other school. The kids were strange, but that was probably because of their sheltered upbringing and the method of teachings the teacher taught them. Minho tried to make new friends, but they just shunned him away.
Maybe he had a growth on his face. He constantly checks himself in the mirror. Nope. Nothing strange. Maybe it was body odor- do kids here not approve of him wearing cologne? It's not overbearing, Minho thought it was stylish.
He sighed sadly, and just wiped off the mess of strawberry soda that dripped on his Joseon Era notes. He spent a couple of hours on those, his wrist tightening from the way he wrote furiously. He was going to have to go through the peering over his books again and meticulously write them again. At least it's not urine or acid, or whatever volatile liquid they could use against me. Minho thought, getting damp paper towels and wiping up the red liquid. He'll have to deal with the slight red stains on his math textbooks.
Finishing up with the cleaning, Minho hurries off to take the train on home. He suffers through the traffic of people getting off at work, being squeezed together with an old businessman who sniffed loudly at random intervals. He beared it until his stop came, and quickly shot up from his seat and hurried out of the train. He made it home 10 minutes later, opening the door to his house. It was empty of course, his father was away coaching a university soccer team and his mother was at Jeju Island on vacation. Minho goes to heat up some ramen for dinner and check his email on the computer. He had no homework, save for the rewriting of the Joseon Era notes. Ah, he could type those up later, he thinks, and takes a bite of ramen while starting up his laptop. Nothing so far on Cyworld and Twitter, and his email has one update from his former classmate from his old school, telling him that their school won regionals in soccer, and all of Minho's friends miss him and hope they can catch up one weekend over a night of FIFA tournaments on the PS3. Minho replies to the email, and after that was done he went to delete all the spam in his message box.
"Penile implants, I don't need that," he said, chuckling. "Maybe the people who bully me will hate me more for penis envy." He deletes several more messages, until he gets to one between the 'Get free tickets to see your favorite band free in Gangnam!' and 'Local Police Training'. It simply said 'Choi Minho, you have a bully and I know who it is.'
Minho would have ignored it, but the email was from a person at the school. He had no idea who it was, but it couldn't be anything bad, couldn't it? He opens it and reads it.
"Choi Minho, 2nd year from Hyo Param High School. I'm Lee Taemin, a 1st year in your Japanese class. I assume you know who I am." Minho ponders, and remembers the kid who sits in the front with the deep red hair. "I've seen that you have a bully. I know who it is. He is 3rd year Kim Jonghyun in your Physics class, and my next door neighbor."
Minho was shocked. Kim Jonghyun, the school's playboy and all around goofball? He's Minho's bully? But Minho always thought that Jonghyun, though extremely sarcastic and blunt, was the nicest guy at the school. It had to be someone else.
"Jonghyun has admitted to having a bit of animosity towards you. Why he does he has not said, but his actions are quite unforgivable. I feel like I should feel responsible for telling you this, as I am pretty close to him. Your decision is to confront this with any means possible." That was the end of the message, and at the bottom had Taemin's electronic signature flashing.
Closing it, Minho leaned back in his chair, a mixture of emotions coursing through him. Kim Jonghyun is his bully. He's the one who breaks into his locker and vandalizes his stuff. That extremely nice, cheeky, and good-looking guy hate him? But Minho wanted to get to know the guy, and be his friend, why is every force out to get him? He huffed and finished off his ramen and typed up half of his Joseon notes, and went to go take a shower. His mind was cluttered with how he could confront Jonghyun about this issue tomorrow. The shower done, Minho grew weary of thinking of ways to handle this matter, and the long toll of the school day wore him down. He decided to go to bed early, switching off his computer and turning off the light.
Maybe I'll just ignore it, Minho thought, eyelids growing heavy. And maybe Jonghyung would eventually stop. He fell asleep without any other thoughts.
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Jonghyun apparently did not get over it. Minho's math textbook was stolen, only to be later retrived from the boy's urinal. Minho ground his teeth in frustration as he handed the librarian his sodden, urine-scented textbook for a replacement.
"What happened this time?" She asked him.
"I was reading about hyperbolas and parabolas, and I just got so into it, that when I was in the bathroom reading about it, I slipped and I.... peed on it." Minho lied flawlessly, even though it sounded like the most blatant lie on the planet. He was so engrossed about mathematical slopes that he peed on it. What.
The librarian sighed and gave him a tattered replacement. At least this one smelled of paper than pee.
"Don't pee on this one, or else you will pay handsomely for the cost of replacing it Choi Minho."
"You're right. I won't do it again. Thanks." Minho bowed quickly and head out the room. The lunch crowd was dissipating, and his classmates were about to head to their lockers. His eyes catch the one person he's looking for.
Jonghyun had his arm around one of his friends, and the boy who sent him the email last night, Taemin, was there laughing at some stupid joke Minho presumed. By some psychic force Taemin felt Minho's eyes at their direction, and he looked over by where Minho was standing. Minho saw how Taemin whispered to Jonghyun, pointing idly in Minho's direction, and Jonghyun looking over. The 3rd year's eyes narrowed and walked over to him, eyes shooting glares and a mouth preparing to fire off some extremely cheeky remark. Minho cocked an eyebrow and his heart beat rapidly.
"Yah, alien," Jonghyun snapped, and if Minho were to say that he was offended by that comment, he didn't allow it to show on his face. "What are you doing staring at us? You creep."
"Jonghyun," Minho's voice sounded oddly too deep for him. "Why do you keep giving me a hard time?"
Of course Jonghyun says, "What do you mean?"
"The locker, my gym clothes, sabotaging my things, even putting my textbooks in urinals. It's all you Jonghyun."
"Oh yeah? Do you have proof?"
"Ask Taemin."
Jonghyun whipped his head to where Taemin was standing with Jonghyun's friends. Minho noticed the slim neck contract nervously as the young one gulped.
"That little fucker." Jonghyun grumbled, making way to head back to Taemin, but Minho clamped his hand on Jonghyun's shoulder to stop him in his tracks.
"This bullying stops now Jonghyun." Minho said firmly.
"Does it now? Get your hands off me." Jonghyun shoved Minho's hand away, adding extra force.
"Why? Afraid you'll get overpowered by someone who's taller than you?"
That hit a nerve. Jonghyun's brows cocked dangerously, and he shoved Minho roughly into the wall.
"Yah!" Minho yelled, and the noisy atmosphere died down a little as the students watched Minho put his fist back and sling it over to Jonghyun's face. The impact of the punch silenced as the students gasped when the two boys started to fight. Taemin tried to break it up but Jonghyun pushed him away and used his fists to pummel Minho, but Minho headbutted Jonghyun in the mouth and Jonghyun recoiled, kicking idly.
"Yah! Yah! What the hell is this?" Now a random teacher came out from one of the classrooms. He stopped the clamor instantly by pushing the two boys apart. "Fighting? In the school? What shame! To my office!" The teacher watched as Minho and Jonghyun clambered up, wiping themselves off and trudging to the teachers office.
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Great. Just fantastic. Minho has never had detention before. He and Jonghyun had to clean up the hallways and the classrooms and stay until 6PM, when all of the teachers left.
"This is just so fucking peachy." Jonghyun grumbled as he washed the last of the chalkboards. "I had plans, but noooo, I have to stay after school and clean with the school's alien."
Minho glared with a fiery glint in his eyes. "I'd get this done much faster if I didn't have to clean up after a midget." He retorted.
"Yah! Watch your mouth! I'm not short!"
"Oh really? The air's not so thin down there isn't it?"
Jonghyun flung the sponge at Minho, but the throw was weak and it made a plod sound on the floor.
Minho picked it up, sighing. "Why do you bully me hyung?" He asked, exhaustion tinting his voice. "What have I done to make you hate me? I wanted to be friends with you."
Jonghyun was silent, scrubbing the teacher's desk with intent.
"Hyung? Answer me."
"Minho," Jonghyun looked up. "I hate the way you make me feel."
Minho was now even more confused. Jonghyun hated the he made him feel? What the hell did he do to make him all uncomfortable? They never even talked until now.
"What did I do? How do I make you feel?" He asked.
A blush spread all over Jonghyun's cheeks, and he busied himself with cleaning up the desks.
"Jonghyun-"
"You make me sexually frustrated." It came out quiet, almost muted, but sweet Jesus did Minho hear it.
"... I'm sorry what? My ears aren't working."
"You, make me, sexually frustrated."
".... And you've lost me again hyung."
"Goddamn Minho!" Jonghyun slapped the desk in frustration. "The moment you walked into this school I was transfixed. And then I saw more of you and I became attracted to you. Dude, I'm not even gay. I can get any girl I want from this school, but I can't get you out of my head." Jonghyun sat in the chair, huffing angrily.
Minho blinked. "So the most natural male thing for you to do was to stuff my textbook into a urinal."
"Pretty clever huh?"
"You could have told me this, and we could have worked it out." Minho walked over to him cautiously, placing his hand on Jonghyun's shoulder again, this time in consolation.
"How? I'm not gay, and neither are you. So the best solution is to avoid it as a much as possible."
"But hyung, I'm honored that you find me attractive." Jonghyun's eyebrow raised at the comment. They couldn't make eye contact.
"What if I told you I thought you were attractive as well?"
"Well I'd be like 'who doesn't find me attractive?' " Jonghyun said cheekily, smirking a little.
"But I do hyung."
"And again, who doesn't?"
"Well," Minho lightly grabbed the front of Jonghyun's shirt and pulled him up so that they were standing eye to eye- well, Minho didn't want to make another jab at Jonghyun's height. "We could do something about this." Minho's free hand palmed Jonghyun's crotch, which apparently had a growing bulge. Jonghyun yelped and jerked back, but Minho continued to rub his arousal, which against Jonghyun's wishes it responded to the touch.
"Yah Minho-"
"It's not gay if I help out my hyung who is in need right?" Minho unzipped Jonghyun's trousers and shoved his hand down Jonghyun's boxers, lightly stroking his cock.
"Minho what are you doing?!"
"You like it."
"No I-"
"Your body is saying something else." Taking his hand out of Jonghyun's pants, Minho unbutton his both of their shirts and threw his off, exposing his muscles, which made Jonghyun nearly gape.
"You say you're attracted to me right?" Minho's voice is barely a whisper.
"Y-yes."
"So that practically means you like me."
"... It's within the bounds of imagination." Jonghyun found himself unbuttoning Minho's pants and letting them fall to the floor. Minho pressed his arousal against Jonghyun's, lightly grinding. They looked each other in the eyes, a spark of lust igniting between them.
"It's not gay if I kiss you hyung?" Minho's voice was dangerously low.
"On the contrary, it is."
"Well, I guess I must be gay." Minho leaned in and pressed his lips against Jonghyun's. There was a hint of resistance, but Jonghyun gave in once Minho's tongue snaked into his mouth, and their tongues were now battling for dominance. Jonghyun found himself being pushed into the wall, and his shirt was now gone. He squeaked when Minho's fingers squeezed his sensitive nipples.
"Yah, Minho..." Jonghyun moaned, and fuck, did it feel good. "What do you want from me?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Minho's breathed tickles Jonghyun's neck as he pressed himself even closer to Jonghyun. "I want you...." Jonghyun gasped as Minho yanked Jonghyun's pants and boxers down, his cock springing out to greet the air.
"To stop bullying me." Minho fell down to his knees and stroked Jonghyun's cock.
That made Jonghyun jerk even more, but more to get Minho into putting his cock in his mouth.
Minho must have caught on, and chuckled. "Patience hyung, I'll get there." He stroked hard, and then soft. He alternated the speed, and smirked when Jonghyun's response was a nearly girlish moan.
"Ohhh," Jonghyun lightly bucked his hips. "More."
"By all means." Minho lightly licked the tip, which made Jonghyun shudder. He lightly licked the underside of the shaft and cupped Jonghyun's balls, causing the older to buck a little harder.
"Minho yah...." Jonghyun whimpered lightly, and Minho wasn't even doing anything too severe. He can only imagine how that mouth might feel.
"Aish, so impatient." And Minho began to slowly suck on the tip, tonguing the slit before taking at least half of Jonghyun's member in his mouth. He was big, and Minho struggles to get his tongue working against the shaft, so it probably felt awkward for Jonghyun.
Jonghyun on the other hand thought that he was being blessed by the heavens. His voice went up 2 octaves as he groaned and muttered fuck in satisfaction. Minho's mouth was exquisite on him. Hot, moist, and so tight. Jonghyun's fingers roamed in Minho's hair, coercing Minho to go deeper. Minho hollows out his cheeks and relaxes his jaw, fully engulfing Jonghyun/ That sends Jonghyun over the edge as he grunts and takes Minho's head and facefucks him hard. Minho would object but his face is being slammed repeatedly into Jonghyun's pelvis, so his words are muffled into mpphrakd and unnffgg.
"Oh god I'm gonna-" Jonghyun's voice reached that high note again, and his hips stopped bucking after several moments. Minho suddenly felt a thick salty spunk course down his throat and he chokes because he knows what this is. But Jonghyun hasn't retracted his cock from Minho's mouth so Minho manned up and swallowed, choking at the taste.
Jonghyun finally retracts, slumping against the wall and heaving. His pink lips were moist and parted, and Minho wanted to bite them and make them swollen and stretched. He stands up and captures Jonghyun's lips again, making the kiss all slow and sensual.
"There's only one way to end this." Minho says, giving their naked bodies a once over.
"With a cock duel?" Jonghyun joked lamely, still trying to catch his breath.
Minho just shook his head and guided Jonghyun over to one desk. "Bend over," he ordered.
Jonghyun's eyes widened, and Minho thought he looked like a puppy. "What?"
"Bend over. I'm fucking you."
"But..."
"I'm past the caring of whether or not I'm gay, I just want to get laid. And you are one hot piece of ass." As if that were a good enough closing argument, Minho bends Jonghyun over the desk and coats two fingers with his own saliva. He slowly inserts one finger into Jonghyun, trying to speed up the process of stretching him out. Jonghyun whined and groaned as he felt his sphincter clench against the digits in his anus.
"Minho ah, I...." it started to feel good, and Jonghyun asked for more.
Seeing how tight Jonghyun already was, Minho added one more finger and and thrusted them slowly into Jonghyun.
"Minho ah, stop teasing me with the fingers and just fuck me already." Jonghyun whimpered, hands pounding the desk in frustration.
"Hyung, I need to prep you first."
"I think I'm ready, just, I want you inside me."
Minho blinked and his fingers left Jonghyun's hole, causing the elder to whimper. "Now if that isn't the gayest thing I've ever heard."
"Shut up and-"
"I know, I know." Minho swathed liberal amounts of saliva on his cock, but he knew that wasn't going to be enough. He knew it was going to hurt Jonghyun, and he was scared for him strangely. He positioned himself, grabbing Jonghyun's hips, and slowly entered the boy.
Jonghyun moaned in agony as he felt his body be spilt in half from the ass. He recoiled and tried to stifle his moans as Minho stretched him out to the fullest. Jesus this kid was huge, Jonghyun thought.
"It's okay," Jonghyun's voice was shaky. "You can move now."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, just please." He felt the grip on his hips tighten as Minho slowly pounded into Jonghyun's anus. It hurt, but it slowly ebbed away, and the returned pleasure came and washed Jonghyun over in waves.
"Oh god, yes, why have I not tried this before?" Jonghyun bucked his hips again. begging for Minho to go faster. Minho groaned in pleasure as the tightness enveloped his cock. He was in ectasy as he thrusted faster into Jonghyun, hands moving up to his shoulders.
"Oh hyung," Minho moaned, hips bucking in sync with Jonghyun's. "You feel so amazing." Jonghyun responded with thrusting back down on Minho's cock, rolling his hips and bucking wildly.
Minho was so overcome with pleasure that he could care less if a teacher walked in and caught them fucking. It felt so good, and if this was the result of him confronting bullies he was willing to do it again and again. And by the way Jonghyun was moaning and responding to Minho could only mean Jonghyun was thinking the same thing.
"Hyung, I'm so close." Minho panted into Jonghyun's ear, who only moaned a reply.
Within moments, Minho felt his balls tighten and he pulled out, coming all over Jonghyun's back with a loud manly grunt. Jonghyun shuddered as Minho made it rain all over him, and he collaped all ovr the desk, hanging onto it for dear life.
When Minho came off his high, he tenderly took Jonghyun into his arms, and they shared another sloppy, slow, and heated kiss. Jonghyun broke it, and smiled that cheeky grin, lightly punching Minho's arm.
"Does this mean you'll stop bullying me then?" Minho asked.
"I might, though after this you want me to stop?"
"If having you to continue to bully me means that I get to do this to you every time, then do not stop."
"Well then," Jonghyun stretched, circling Minho's pec lazily. "Come tomorrow I'll cut out a hole in your gym pants so that your cock is easily accessible."
Minho chuckled. "Now that's overkill hyung."
Pairing: JongHo (Jonghyun x Minho)
Rating: NC-17
Author: saitheisonfire
Summary: New student Choi Minho enters a school full of cocky rich kids, and they don’t take well to a new student. Especially one student named Jonghyun. Or is it just something else?
Disclaimer: I am LSM and I own those bitches. LOL WUT LIKE THAT PUNK-ASS HAS ANY GALL TO SHOW HIS FACE HERE
“Not again.”
Not even two weeks into the new school, Minho has suffered from his locker being broken into at least 3 times, his gym clothes being destroyed, his shoes being scuffed, and his desk being vandalized. He has reported to the counselors, teachers, and even the principal (who does absolutely nothing) to find out who’s harassing him repeatedly. They have responded with having a stern talking to to several students, even moving his locker around several places. Still, he still manages to come to his locker after 5th hour to find the lock off the hinges, his papers scattered across the floor, and anonymous liquids dripping down on the shelves.
This is not his day. Minho isn’t even a dork, or a loser (at least not at his last school). He was very intelligent, athletic, occasionally turned heads with his dashingly good looks and freakishly tall height, was sweet to anyone he met, and usually was never bullied.
So why the difference here? This school, an elite school for people who take AP everything, had no rivalry with his other school. The kids were strange, but that was probably because of their sheltered upbringing and the method of teachings the teacher taught them. Minho tried to make new friends, but they just shunned him away.
Maybe he had a growth on his face. He constantly checks himself in the mirror. Nope. Nothing strange. Maybe it was body odor- do kids here not approve of him wearing cologne? It's not overbearing, Minho thought it was stylish.
He sighed sadly, and just wiped off the mess of strawberry soda that dripped on his Joseon Era notes. He spent a couple of hours on those, his wrist tightening from the way he wrote furiously. He was going to have to go through the peering over his books again and meticulously write them again. At least it's not urine or acid, or whatever volatile liquid they could use against me. Minho thought, getting damp paper towels and wiping up the red liquid. He'll have to deal with the slight red stains on his math textbooks.
Finishing up with the cleaning, Minho hurries off to take the train on home. He suffers through the traffic of people getting off at work, being squeezed together with an old businessman who sniffed loudly at random intervals. He beared it until his stop came, and quickly shot up from his seat and hurried out of the train. He made it home 10 minutes later, opening the door to his house. It was empty of course, his father was away coaching a university soccer team and his mother was at Jeju Island on vacation. Minho goes to heat up some ramen for dinner and check his email on the computer. He had no homework, save for the rewriting of the Joseon Era notes. Ah, he could type those up later, he thinks, and takes a bite of ramen while starting up his laptop. Nothing so far on Cyworld and Twitter, and his email has one update from his former classmate from his old school, telling him that their school won regionals in soccer, and all of Minho's friends miss him and hope they can catch up one weekend over a night of FIFA tournaments on the PS3. Minho replies to the email, and after that was done he went to delete all the spam in his message box.
"Penile implants, I don't need that," he said, chuckling. "Maybe the people who bully me will hate me more for penis envy." He deletes several more messages, until he gets to one between the 'Get free tickets to see your favorite band free in Gangnam!' and 'Local Police Training'. It simply said 'Choi Minho, you have a bully and I know who it is.'
Minho would have ignored it, but the email was from a person at the school. He had no idea who it was, but it couldn't be anything bad, couldn't it? He opens it and reads it.
"Choi Minho, 2nd year from Hyo Param High School. I'm Lee Taemin, a 1st year in your Japanese class. I assume you know who I am." Minho ponders, and remembers the kid who sits in the front with the deep red hair. "I've seen that you have a bully. I know who it is. He is 3rd year Kim Jonghyun in your Physics class, and my next door neighbor."
Minho was shocked. Kim Jonghyun, the school's playboy and all around goofball? He's Minho's bully? But Minho always thought that Jonghyun, though extremely sarcastic and blunt, was the nicest guy at the school. It had to be someone else.
"Jonghyun has admitted to having a bit of animosity towards you. Why he does he has not said, but his actions are quite unforgivable. I feel like I should feel responsible for telling you this, as I am pretty close to him. Your decision is to confront this with any means possible." That was the end of the message, and at the bottom had Taemin's electronic signature flashing.
Closing it, Minho leaned back in his chair, a mixture of emotions coursing through him. Kim Jonghyun is his bully. He's the one who breaks into his locker and vandalizes his stuff. That extremely nice, cheeky, and good-looking guy hate him? But Minho wanted to get to know the guy, and be his friend, why is every force out to get him? He huffed and finished off his ramen and typed up half of his Joseon notes, and went to go take a shower. His mind was cluttered with how he could confront Jonghyun about this issue tomorrow. The shower done, Minho grew weary of thinking of ways to handle this matter, and the long toll of the school day wore him down. He decided to go to bed early, switching off his computer and turning off the light.
Maybe I'll just ignore it, Minho thought, eyelids growing heavy. And maybe Jonghyung would eventually stop. He fell asleep without any other thoughts.
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Jonghyun apparently did not get over it. Minho's math textbook was stolen, only to be later retrived from the boy's urinal. Minho ground his teeth in frustration as he handed the librarian his sodden, urine-scented textbook for a replacement.
"What happened this time?" She asked him.
"I was reading about hyperbolas and parabolas, and I just got so into it, that when I was in the bathroom reading about it, I slipped and I.... peed on it." Minho lied flawlessly, even though it sounded like the most blatant lie on the planet. He was so engrossed about mathematical slopes that he peed on it. What.
The librarian sighed and gave him a tattered replacement. At least this one smelled of paper than pee.
"Don't pee on this one, or else you will pay handsomely for the cost of replacing it Choi Minho."
"You're right. I won't do it again. Thanks." Minho bowed quickly and head out the room. The lunch crowd was dissipating, and his classmates were about to head to their lockers. His eyes catch the one person he's looking for.
Jonghyun had his arm around one of his friends, and the boy who sent him the email last night, Taemin, was there laughing at some stupid joke Minho presumed. By some psychic force Taemin felt Minho's eyes at their direction, and he looked over by where Minho was standing. Minho saw how Taemin whispered to Jonghyun, pointing idly in Minho's direction, and Jonghyun looking over. The 3rd year's eyes narrowed and walked over to him, eyes shooting glares and a mouth preparing to fire off some extremely cheeky remark. Minho cocked an eyebrow and his heart beat rapidly.
"Yah, alien," Jonghyun snapped, and if Minho were to say that he was offended by that comment, he didn't allow it to show on his face. "What are you doing staring at us? You creep."
"Jonghyun," Minho's voice sounded oddly too deep for him. "Why do you keep giving me a hard time?"
Of course Jonghyun says, "What do you mean?"
"The locker, my gym clothes, sabotaging my things, even putting my textbooks in urinals. It's all you Jonghyun."
"Oh yeah? Do you have proof?"
"Ask Taemin."
Jonghyun whipped his head to where Taemin was standing with Jonghyun's friends. Minho noticed the slim neck contract nervously as the young one gulped.
"That little fucker." Jonghyun grumbled, making way to head back to Taemin, but Minho clamped his hand on Jonghyun's shoulder to stop him in his tracks.
"This bullying stops now Jonghyun." Minho said firmly.
"Does it now? Get your hands off me." Jonghyun shoved Minho's hand away, adding extra force.
"Why? Afraid you'll get overpowered by someone who's taller than you?"
That hit a nerve. Jonghyun's brows cocked dangerously, and he shoved Minho roughly into the wall.
"Yah!" Minho yelled, and the noisy atmosphere died down a little as the students watched Minho put his fist back and sling it over to Jonghyun's face. The impact of the punch silenced as the students gasped when the two boys started to fight. Taemin tried to break it up but Jonghyun pushed him away and used his fists to pummel Minho, but Minho headbutted Jonghyun in the mouth and Jonghyun recoiled, kicking idly.
"Yah! Yah! What the hell is this?" Now a random teacher came out from one of the classrooms. He stopped the clamor instantly by pushing the two boys apart. "Fighting? In the school? What shame! To my office!" The teacher watched as Minho and Jonghyun clambered up, wiping themselves off and trudging to the teachers office.
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Great. Just fantastic. Minho has never had detention before. He and Jonghyun had to clean up the hallways and the classrooms and stay until 6PM, when all of the teachers left.
"This is just so fucking peachy." Jonghyun grumbled as he washed the last of the chalkboards. "I had plans, but noooo, I have to stay after school and clean with the school's alien."
Minho glared with a fiery glint in his eyes. "I'd get this done much faster if I didn't have to clean up after a midget." He retorted.
"Yah! Watch your mouth! I'm not short!"
"Oh really? The air's not so thin down there isn't it?"
Jonghyun flung the sponge at Minho, but the throw was weak and it made a plod sound on the floor.
Minho picked it up, sighing. "Why do you bully me hyung?" He asked, exhaustion tinting his voice. "What have I done to make you hate me? I wanted to be friends with you."
Jonghyun was silent, scrubbing the teacher's desk with intent.
"Hyung? Answer me."
"Minho," Jonghyun looked up. "I hate the way you make me feel."
Minho was now even more confused. Jonghyun hated the he made him feel? What the hell did he do to make him all uncomfortable? They never even talked until now.
"What did I do? How do I make you feel?" He asked.
A blush spread all over Jonghyun's cheeks, and he busied himself with cleaning up the desks.
"Jonghyun-"
"You make me sexually frustrated." It came out quiet, almost muted, but sweet Jesus did Minho hear it.
"... I'm sorry what? My ears aren't working."
"You, make me, sexually frustrated."
".... And you've lost me again hyung."
"Goddamn Minho!" Jonghyun slapped the desk in frustration. "The moment you walked into this school I was transfixed. And then I saw more of you and I became attracted to you. Dude, I'm not even gay. I can get any girl I want from this school, but I can't get you out of my head." Jonghyun sat in the chair, huffing angrily.
Minho blinked. "So the most natural male thing for you to do was to stuff my textbook into a urinal."
"Pretty clever huh?"
"You could have told me this, and we could have worked it out." Minho walked over to him cautiously, placing his hand on Jonghyun's shoulder again, this time in consolation.
"How? I'm not gay, and neither are you. So the best solution is to avoid it as a much as possible."
"But hyung, I'm honored that you find me attractive." Jonghyun's eyebrow raised at the comment. They couldn't make eye contact.
"What if I told you I thought you were attractive as well?"
"Well I'd be like 'who doesn't find me attractive?' " Jonghyun said cheekily, smirking a little.
"But I do hyung."
"And again, who doesn't?"
"Well," Minho lightly grabbed the front of Jonghyun's shirt and pulled him up so that they were standing eye to eye- well, Minho didn't want to make another jab at Jonghyun's height. "We could do something about this." Minho's free hand palmed Jonghyun's crotch, which apparently had a growing bulge. Jonghyun yelped and jerked back, but Minho continued to rub his arousal, which against Jonghyun's wishes it responded to the touch.
"Yah Minho-"
"It's not gay if I help out my hyung who is in need right?" Minho unzipped Jonghyun's trousers and shoved his hand down Jonghyun's boxers, lightly stroking his cock.
"Minho what are you doing?!"
"You like it."
"No I-"
"Your body is saying something else." Taking his hand out of Jonghyun's pants, Minho unbutton his both of their shirts and threw his off, exposing his muscles, which made Jonghyun nearly gape.
"You say you're attracted to me right?" Minho's voice is barely a whisper.
"Y-yes."
"So that practically means you like me."
"... It's within the bounds of imagination." Jonghyun found himself unbuttoning Minho's pants and letting them fall to the floor. Minho pressed his arousal against Jonghyun's, lightly grinding. They looked each other in the eyes, a spark of lust igniting between them.
"It's not gay if I kiss you hyung?" Minho's voice was dangerously low.
"On the contrary, it is."
"Well, I guess I must be gay." Minho leaned in and pressed his lips against Jonghyun's. There was a hint of resistance, but Jonghyun gave in once Minho's tongue snaked into his mouth, and their tongues were now battling for dominance. Jonghyun found himself being pushed into the wall, and his shirt was now gone. He squeaked when Minho's fingers squeezed his sensitive nipples.
"Yah, Minho..." Jonghyun moaned, and fuck, did it feel good. "What do you want from me?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Minho's breathed tickles Jonghyun's neck as he pressed himself even closer to Jonghyun. "I want you...." Jonghyun gasped as Minho yanked Jonghyun's pants and boxers down, his cock springing out to greet the air.
"To stop bullying me." Minho fell down to his knees and stroked Jonghyun's cock.
That made Jonghyun jerk even more, but more to get Minho into putting his cock in his mouth.
Minho must have caught on, and chuckled. "Patience hyung, I'll get there." He stroked hard, and then soft. He alternated the speed, and smirked when Jonghyun's response was a nearly girlish moan.
"Ohhh," Jonghyun lightly bucked his hips. "More."
"By all means." Minho lightly licked the tip, which made Jonghyun shudder. He lightly licked the underside of the shaft and cupped Jonghyun's balls, causing the older to buck a little harder.
"Minho yah...." Jonghyun whimpered lightly, and Minho wasn't even doing anything too severe. He can only imagine how that mouth might feel.
"Aish, so impatient." And Minho began to slowly suck on the tip, tonguing the slit before taking at least half of Jonghyun's member in his mouth. He was big, and Minho struggles to get his tongue working against the shaft, so it probably felt awkward for Jonghyun.
Jonghyun on the other hand thought that he was being blessed by the heavens. His voice went up 2 octaves as he groaned and muttered fuck in satisfaction. Minho's mouth was exquisite on him. Hot, moist, and so tight. Jonghyun's fingers roamed in Minho's hair, coercing Minho to go deeper. Minho hollows out his cheeks and relaxes his jaw, fully engulfing Jonghyun/ That sends Jonghyun over the edge as he grunts and takes Minho's head and facefucks him hard. Minho would object but his face is being slammed repeatedly into Jonghyun's pelvis, so his words are muffled into mpphrakd and unnffgg.
"Oh god I'm gonna-" Jonghyun's voice reached that high note again, and his hips stopped bucking after several moments. Minho suddenly felt a thick salty spunk course down his throat and he chokes because he knows what this is. But Jonghyun hasn't retracted his cock from Minho's mouth so Minho manned up and swallowed, choking at the taste.
Jonghyun finally retracts, slumping against the wall and heaving. His pink lips were moist and parted, and Minho wanted to bite them and make them swollen and stretched. He stands up and captures Jonghyun's lips again, making the kiss all slow and sensual.
"There's only one way to end this." Minho says, giving their naked bodies a once over.
"With a cock duel?" Jonghyun joked lamely, still trying to catch his breath.
Minho just shook his head and guided Jonghyun over to one desk. "Bend over," he ordered.
Jonghyun's eyes widened, and Minho thought he looked like a puppy. "What?"
"Bend over. I'm fucking you."
"But..."
"I'm past the caring of whether or not I'm gay, I just want to get laid. And you are one hot piece of ass." As if that were a good enough closing argument, Minho bends Jonghyun over the desk and coats two fingers with his own saliva. He slowly inserts one finger into Jonghyun, trying to speed up the process of stretching him out. Jonghyun whined and groaned as he felt his sphincter clench against the digits in his anus.
"Minho ah, I...." it started to feel good, and Jonghyun asked for more.
Seeing how tight Jonghyun already was, Minho added one more finger and and thrusted them slowly into Jonghyun.
"Minho ah, stop teasing me with the fingers and just fuck me already." Jonghyun whimpered, hands pounding the desk in frustration.
"Hyung, I need to prep you first."
"I think I'm ready, just, I want you inside me."
Minho blinked and his fingers left Jonghyun's hole, causing the elder to whimper. "Now if that isn't the gayest thing I've ever heard."
"Shut up and-"
"I know, I know." Minho swathed liberal amounts of saliva on his cock, but he knew that wasn't going to be enough. He knew it was going to hurt Jonghyun, and he was scared for him strangely. He positioned himself, grabbing Jonghyun's hips, and slowly entered the boy.
Jonghyun moaned in agony as he felt his body be spilt in half from the ass. He recoiled and tried to stifle his moans as Minho stretched him out to the fullest. Jesus this kid was huge, Jonghyun thought.
"It's okay," Jonghyun's voice was shaky. "You can move now."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, just please." He felt the grip on his hips tighten as Minho slowly pounded into Jonghyun's anus. It hurt, but it slowly ebbed away, and the returned pleasure came and washed Jonghyun over in waves.
"Oh god, yes, why have I not tried this before?" Jonghyun bucked his hips again. begging for Minho to go faster. Minho groaned in pleasure as the tightness enveloped his cock. He was in ectasy as he thrusted faster into Jonghyun, hands moving up to his shoulders.
"Oh hyung," Minho moaned, hips bucking in sync with Jonghyun's. "You feel so amazing." Jonghyun responded with thrusting back down on Minho's cock, rolling his hips and bucking wildly.
Minho was so overcome with pleasure that he could care less if a teacher walked in and caught them fucking. It felt so good, and if this was the result of him confronting bullies he was willing to do it again and again. And by the way Jonghyun was moaning and responding to Minho could only mean Jonghyun was thinking the same thing.
"Hyung, I'm so close." Minho panted into Jonghyun's ear, who only moaned a reply.
Within moments, Minho felt his balls tighten and he pulled out, coming all over Jonghyun's back with a loud manly grunt. Jonghyun shuddered as Minho made it rain all over him, and he collaped all ovr the desk, hanging onto it for dear life.
When Minho came off his high, he tenderly took Jonghyun into his arms, and they shared another sloppy, slow, and heated kiss. Jonghyun broke it, and smiled that cheeky grin, lightly punching Minho's arm.
"Does this mean you'll stop bullying me then?" Minho asked.
"I might, though after this you want me to stop?"
"If having you to continue to bully me means that I get to do this to you every time, then do not stop."
"Well then," Jonghyun stretched, circling Minho's pec lazily. "Come tomorrow I'll cut out a hole in your gym pants so that your cock is easily accessible."
Minho chuckled. "Now that's overkill hyung."