I Scream You Scream
Title: I Scream You Scream
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Genre: high school aged fluff
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1267
Warnings: underage (both of them) (but everything's consensual and fluffy)
Unbeta'ed
Summary: This was the worst idea ever.
Notes: Based on this. Enjoy!
This was the worst idea ever.
It was probably also the best idea ever, depending on how you look at it, but from Yunho’s point of view, it was officially the worst idea he has ever had.
What on earth possessed him to think that coming to an ice cream parlor with his friends and boyfriend would be a good idea?
Mostly it was because Changmin loved eating, and he loved eating ice cream, and so of course Yunho put two and two together and came up with three. Because watching Changmin lick his ice cream off the spoon? Yeah, not a good idea.
Yunho palms himself under the table, desperately trying to make his inappropriate erection go away. This is so not the time. Plus, he and Changmin had only been dating for all of three weeks, not to mention the fact that he was probably going to hell for thinking this way about a fifteen year old.
Changmin, that little minx, is not helping.
He had caught on to Yunho’s problem some time ago, seated across from him as he was, but instead of toning it down - who even moans while eating freaking ice cream? - he started licking his spoon even more lewdly. Where had he even learned to look so sly anyway?
Donghae slaps his back good naturedly. Yunho glances at him a little guiltily; he had completely tuned out what they were saying, distracted as he was. “Yunho, what do you think?”
“Er...about what?”
“Weren’t you listening? We’re talking about the dance competition!”
“Oh- oh yeah. Um. I think we have a good shot at winning it?” he says uncertainly, hoping they can’t tell how distracted he was.
“Yeah, me too, I mean I watched the other teams a bit, and they’re really gonna need some practice if…” Eunhyuk picks up the conversation, but Yunho zones out again, because Changmin is now sucking the spoon in his mouth, and his cheeks are hallowing indecently, and Yunho has to bite back a groan. His eyes are glinting as he watches Yunho, and Yunho can’t believe Changmin is teasing him and succeeding so well.
He certainly isn’t as innocent as Yunho thought he was. Yunho is strangely okay with that.
But there’s only so much teasing he can take. Heat prickles up his body, he can feel sweat begin to bead along his forehead, and he knows his face must be flushed. Before long his cock is positively aching, and if he doesn’t relieve himself right now he’s going to explode.
He excuses himself quietly, but the others are so engrossed in their conversation they hardly notice. Changmin notices though, and he sends him a brilliantly sparkling smile in response to Yunho’s dirty look. He wouldn’t be having this problem if Changmin hadn’t been such a minx.
Actually scratch that; he wouldn’t be having this problem if he hadn’t decided to be a good boyfriend and take Changmin to an ice cream parlor, but there’s nothing to be done about that now.
He bursts into the bathroom and quickly ducks into a stall, hand already reaching for his fly. There’s no one in it, thank God, or they would’ve thought...well, they would’ve thought he just really had to go to the bathroom.
He hasn’t been there an entire second, though, when the bathroom door opens again. Yunho pays it no mind, eager to relieve the hardness in his jeans, but when the door to his stall bangs open and he jumps nearly a foot high, he sort of has to notice then.
And of course, it’s the source of his discomfort that’s now locking the stall door and grinning at Yunho.
“Problem, Yunho?” he asks, and he looks entirely too pleased with himself.
Yunho scowls. “Yes, a bit.”
“Let me help,” Changmin breathes, pressing in close and bringing a hand down to Yunho’s zipper.
Frozen, Yunho lets him, moaning when Changmin’s knuckles press against his jeans and provide friction to his cock. Changmin unbuttons and then unzips his jeans, and shoves them down to Yunho’s thighs. Precome has already formed a dark spot in his briefs, and when Changmin looks back up at him there’s heat in his gaze. Yunho sucks in a breath.
Changmin pulls down his underwear, and Yunho’s cock springs free. It’s hard and red, and when Changmin wraps his hand around it Yunho almost comes right then and there.
Changmin’s looking at his cock so intently that Yunho is starting to feel embarrassed. He can feel himself redden again, and when Changmin looks up his eyes are wide.
“Yunho...you’re huge!” he says, as if this might have somehow escaped Yunho’s notice and Changmin needs to make him understand.
Yunho stares for a moment and then bursts into embarrassed laughter. He drags Changmin closer to him, kissing him soundly on the lips because he can’t help himself. “Yeah, okay, you mind helping?”
Changmin grins into the kiss, and slowly starts stroking up and down, spreading the precome everywhere and making a mess. His strokes are smooth and just right, twisting and pulling as he reaches the crown, as if he and Yunho have done this a million times before and he knows exactly what Yunho likes. It’s weird, because before this they hadn’t done more than kiss and occasionally frot against each other while fully clothed, because Changmin was shy and Yunho didn’t want to push or pressure him into something he didn’t want to do. Now, though, Changmin is pulling sounds from his throat like a master puppeteer, as if he’s always known just how Yunho liked to be jacked off. He doesn’t seem at all like the cute, shy sophomore from his gym class who had been glancing at Yunho since the first day of school and then blushing wildly when Yunho came over to talk to him.
“Changmin,” Yunho gasps, a second before he’s coming all over Changmin’s hand. Changmin continues to milk him, drawing every last drop of come out of him, before Yunho gets too sensitive and he has to stop him. He leans against Changmin, panting against his neck. Changmin stands still, holding Yunho up as he waits patiently for him to recover. When Yunho has his breathing under control, he kisses the side of Changmin’s neck and moves away.
Changmin’s eyes are dark, and he’s staring at Yunho almost reverently. Yunho can feel his arousal through his jeans against his soft cock. He draws his underwear up and tucks himself back in before buttoning up his jeans. Then he slides his hands into Changmin’s soft locks and drags him near, kissing him softly. Changmin responds eagerly, sucking on Yunho’s tongue when it slides into his mouth.
Yunho brings one hand down, into Changmin’s pants, and feels rather than hears Changmin’s moan. He makes quick work, tugging and stroking and soon Changmin is coming, biting down on Yunho’s lips hard enough for him to taste blood.
He cleans them both up when Changmin’s breathing somewhat resembles normal, and they head out back to their friends. They’re both grinning like idiots, but Yunho still hopes none of their friends have noticed their absence. He has no idea how long they were gone.
They slip back into their seats and smoothly rejoin the conversation. None of them seemed to have noticed. Yunho feels relaxed and happy, content to be here with his friends and boyfriend.
That is, until he looks at Changmin, and Changmin grins before sucking on his spoon lasciviously. Eyes caught on Changmin’s lips wrapped around the spoon, Yunho groans inwardly.
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Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Genre: high school aged fluff
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1267
Warnings: underage (both of them) (but everything's consensual and fluffy)
Unbeta'ed
Summary: This was the worst idea ever.
Notes: Based on this. Enjoy!
This was the worst idea ever.
It was probably also the best idea ever, depending on how you look at it, but from Yunho’s point of view, it was officially the worst idea he has ever had.
What on earth possessed him to think that coming to an ice cream parlor with his friends and boyfriend would be a good idea?
Mostly it was because Changmin loved eating, and he loved eating ice cream, and so of course Yunho put two and two together and came up with three. Because watching Changmin lick his ice cream off the spoon? Yeah, not a good idea.
Yunho palms himself under the table, desperately trying to make his inappropriate erection go away. This is so not the time. Plus, he and Changmin had only been dating for all of three weeks, not to mention the fact that he was probably going to hell for thinking this way about a fifteen year old.
Changmin, that little minx, is not helping.
He had caught on to Yunho’s problem some time ago, seated across from him as he was, but instead of toning it down - who even moans while eating freaking ice cream? - he started licking his spoon even more lewdly. Where had he even learned to look so sly anyway?
Donghae slaps his back good naturedly. Yunho glances at him a little guiltily; he had completely tuned out what they were saying, distracted as he was. “Yunho, what do you think?”
“Er...about what?”
“Weren’t you listening? We’re talking about the dance competition!”
“Oh- oh yeah. Um. I think we have a good shot at winning it?” he says uncertainly, hoping they can’t tell how distracted he was.
“Yeah, me too, I mean I watched the other teams a bit, and they’re really gonna need some practice if…” Eunhyuk picks up the conversation, but Yunho zones out again, because Changmin is now sucking the spoon in his mouth, and his cheeks are hallowing indecently, and Yunho has to bite back a groan. His eyes are glinting as he watches Yunho, and Yunho can’t believe Changmin is teasing him and succeeding so well.
He certainly isn’t as innocent as Yunho thought he was. Yunho is strangely okay with that.
But there’s only so much teasing he can take. Heat prickles up his body, he can feel sweat begin to bead along his forehead, and he knows his face must be flushed. Before long his cock is positively aching, and if he doesn’t relieve himself right now he’s going to explode.
He excuses himself quietly, but the others are so engrossed in their conversation they hardly notice. Changmin notices though, and he sends him a brilliantly sparkling smile in response to Yunho’s dirty look. He wouldn’t be having this problem if Changmin hadn’t been such a minx.
Actually scratch that; he wouldn’t be having this problem if he hadn’t decided to be a good boyfriend and take Changmin to an ice cream parlor, but there’s nothing to be done about that now.
He bursts into the bathroom and quickly ducks into a stall, hand already reaching for his fly. There’s no one in it, thank God, or they would’ve thought...well, they would’ve thought he just really had to go to the bathroom.
He hasn’t been there an entire second, though, when the bathroom door opens again. Yunho pays it no mind, eager to relieve the hardness in his jeans, but when the door to his stall bangs open and he jumps nearly a foot high, he sort of has to notice then.
And of course, it’s the source of his discomfort that’s now locking the stall door and grinning at Yunho.
“Problem, Yunho?” he asks, and he looks entirely too pleased with himself.
Yunho scowls. “Yes, a bit.”
“Let me help,” Changmin breathes, pressing in close and bringing a hand down to Yunho’s zipper.
Frozen, Yunho lets him, moaning when Changmin’s knuckles press against his jeans and provide friction to his cock. Changmin unbuttons and then unzips his jeans, and shoves them down to Yunho’s thighs. Precome has already formed a dark spot in his briefs, and when Changmin looks back up at him there’s heat in his gaze. Yunho sucks in a breath.
Changmin pulls down his underwear, and Yunho’s cock springs free. It’s hard and red, and when Changmin wraps his hand around it Yunho almost comes right then and there.
Changmin’s looking at his cock so intently that Yunho is starting to feel embarrassed. He can feel himself redden again, and when Changmin looks up his eyes are wide.
“Yunho...you’re huge!” he says, as if this might have somehow escaped Yunho’s notice and Changmin needs to make him understand.
Yunho stares for a moment and then bursts into embarrassed laughter. He drags Changmin closer to him, kissing him soundly on the lips because he can’t help himself. “Yeah, okay, you mind helping?”
Changmin grins into the kiss, and slowly starts stroking up and down, spreading the precome everywhere and making a mess. His strokes are smooth and just right, twisting and pulling as he reaches the crown, as if he and Yunho have done this a million times before and he knows exactly what Yunho likes. It’s weird, because before this they hadn’t done more than kiss and occasionally frot against each other while fully clothed, because Changmin was shy and Yunho didn’t want to push or pressure him into something he didn’t want to do. Now, though, Changmin is pulling sounds from his throat like a master puppeteer, as if he’s always known just how Yunho liked to be jacked off. He doesn’t seem at all like the cute, shy sophomore from his gym class who had been glancing at Yunho since the first day of school and then blushing wildly when Yunho came over to talk to him.
“Changmin,” Yunho gasps, a second before he’s coming all over Changmin’s hand. Changmin continues to milk him, drawing every last drop of come out of him, before Yunho gets too sensitive and he has to stop him. He leans against Changmin, panting against his neck. Changmin stands still, holding Yunho up as he waits patiently for him to recover. When Yunho has his breathing under control, he kisses the side of Changmin’s neck and moves away.
Changmin’s eyes are dark, and he’s staring at Yunho almost reverently. Yunho can feel his arousal through his jeans against his soft cock. He draws his underwear up and tucks himself back in before buttoning up his jeans. Then he slides his hands into Changmin’s soft locks and drags him near, kissing him softly. Changmin responds eagerly, sucking on Yunho’s tongue when it slides into his mouth.
Yunho brings one hand down, into Changmin’s pants, and feels rather than hears Changmin’s moan. He makes quick work, tugging and stroking and soon Changmin is coming, biting down on Yunho’s lips hard enough for him to taste blood.
He cleans them both up when Changmin’s breathing somewhat resembles normal, and they head out back to their friends. They’re both grinning like idiots, but Yunho still hopes none of their friends have noticed their absence. He has no idea how long they were gone.
They slip back into their seats and smoothly rejoin the conversation. None of them seemed to have noticed. Yunho feels relaxed and happy, content to be here with his friends and boyfriend.
That is, until he looks at Changmin, and Changmin grins before sucking on his spoon lasciviously. Eyes caught on Changmin’s lips wrapped around the spoon, Yunho groans inwardly.
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