[Fic] Hot Twink Falls For Tutor
Title: Hot Twink Falls For Tutor
Rating: R
Pairing: Sehun/Baekhyun
Length: 2300w
Author's Note: originally written as a pinch for sebaekingdom.
Summary: Sehun forgets that he hired a tutor until he's knocking on Sehun's door at the wrong time.
Sehun forgets a lot of things.
He forgets that he has to do laundry until he’s run out of shirts on the back of his chair and has to dig through the pile on the floor to find one that smells the least offensive. He forgets that poptarts don’t qualify as a staple food until he’s feeling stick to his stomach because he’s eaten two entire boxes and the room is spinning - whoa sugar. He forgets that most people aren’t nocturnal until the guy in the dorm next to him bangs on the wall because Sehun has his music up too loud just before dawn after an all nighter.
Sehun also forgets that he’s signed up for mandatory voluntary tutoring - courtesy of his mother - until there’s a knock on his door that disrupts what was promising to be an amazing Thursday of doing nothing. Sehun knows for a fact that Jongin, his roommate, is currently in class and will be otherwise indisposed for the rest of the day at his stupidly hot boyfriend’s apartment until tomorrow at the earliest. He sighs as he pauses the video on his screen, pushing his laptop closed as he hoists himself off his bed.
Sehun surreptitiously slides all the laundry in his path beneath his bed on his way to the door. The person knocks again. Sehun grumbles under his breath, adjusting his dick in his shorts. He’s a healthy man with an even healthier sexual appetite, thank you very much. There is absolutely nothing wrong with indulging in a little porn at ten in the morning. He pulls open the door with gusto, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed to glare at his intruder.
“What do you -” Sehun stops mid-sentence and the rest of the air in his lungs comes out in wheeze form.
The man before him is short, his hair a little messy and pink lips pursed as he looks Sehun up and down judgmentally. “Sehun?” he asks.
Sehun blinks, feeling a little frantic because he is so not publicly presentable and the man still staring at him is so hot. “I didn’t accidentally order a stripper, did I?” Sehun squeaks. “Because clicking on that ad was a mistake and I didn’t fill out the form all the - oh my god, do you have my credit card information?” No one can blame him for this honest mistake. At two in the morning, the only thing in control of his impulses is his dick.
The man raises a dainty eyebrow at Sehun. “I’m your economics tutor.”
Sehun wracks his recently emptied brain until he finds the right information - buried directly next to the rest of his dignity. His dignity waves goodbye as Sehun deflates, scratching through his hair awkwardly as he holds the door open for his new tutor. “Were we scheduled for today?” he asks in an attempt to spare himself a little of the embarrassment.
“I sent three emails,” the man comments, brushing his way into the dorm Sehun shares with Jongin.
Between the two of them, it’s what anyone would expect from a pair of boys who no longer live under the thumb of their parents. The place is a disaster, even accounting for the clothes now sticking out from under Sehun’s bed.
“You confirmed,” the man continues, his eyes on the floor as he walks down the narrow clean path toward Sehun’s bed. This gives Sehun the perfect view of his hot new tutor’s ass in all its glory. And it’s pretty fucking glorious. What tutor shows up in white skinnies? Sehun casually adjusts his dick again.
“You can just, uh, make yourself comfortable on the bed,” Sehun tells him, shuffling forward. Sehun has a desk and a chair, but they’re both residence to his laundry and several take away containers that may or may not be housing new species of fungal life.
“I forgot how slovenly freshman are.”
Sehun would be offended except that first, he has a point, and second, Sehun’s a little too preoccupied with the cute way the guy scrunches his nose as he flattens out Sehun’s comforter so he can sit on top of it. There’s a hot guy on his bed. Sehun resists the urge to fist pump. Screw Jongin and Chanyeol. Sehun can score too.
“My name is Baekhyun,” hot tutor helpfully supplies. “Just in case you don’t remember. It was in the emails, but judging from your lack of preparation, I’m assuming you didn’t actually read them.”
There’s a tone of disapproval in Baekhyun’s voice, but really, all that does is make Sehun want to hear what he sounds like when he’s pleased. A pleasant shiver races up Sehun’s spine at the thought and he tugs at the hem of his - or is this Jongin’s? - worn shirt. He walks his way over to sit on the edge of his bed, watching as Baekhyun unpacks his laptop and several notebooks from his bag.
Sehun groans. He really hates economics. He’d wanted to get a required course out of the way early on, but he hadn’t anticipated his absolute boredom with the subject. “Go easy on me, yeah?” Sehun asks, mostly rhetorically. “It’s my first time.”
Baekhyun smiles - wow, there should be a tax for wattage on that thing because damn Sehun is blind - and lets out a soft laugh. “Don’t worry, Sehun. It’s my first time too.” Baekhyun pats Sehun’s knee and Sehun orients on how pretty Baekhyun’s fingers are as they slide over his bare skin. “We’ll learn together.”
There are a lot of things Sehun would like to learn with Baekhyun. Economics just isn’t one of them. This is what happens when his precious porn time is interrupted by a guy who has no right to be as adorably hot as he is.
“Come on,” Baekhyun says, reaching out and pinching Sehun’s thigh. “At least pretend that you’re going to pay attention, otherwise I’ll lose this job and I need the cash.”
Absentmindedly, Sehun slides his laptop over, opening it so he can pull up the poorly half finished assignment he’s been putting off for a week. What he doesn’t remember is that there’s a full screen porn video still open, and it resumes playing the moment his laptop reconnects to the wifi.
All things considered, Sehun is just glad it wasn’t one of his more questionable videos playing. He admitted to himself a long time ago that his dick has weird tastes, but if it gets him off, he can be open minded.
“I guess that explains your dick when you opened the door,” Baekhyun comments over the sound of moaning and skin slapping together.
Sehun is fumbling to find his wire mouse in the blankets. He broke the touchpad ages ago and he’s too poor to get a new laptop.
“I thought I’d just woken you up and you were experiencing an unfortunate case of morning wood.”
“Sorry,” Sehun mumbles when he finally finds his mouse and closes the video. Of course, that doesn’t put an end to it because Baekhyun now has the perfect view of Sehun’s porn video stash - all two hundred gigs of it. It wouldn’t be quite so damning if it wasn’t all gay porn, and all of it male.
“Okay,” Baekhyun breathes, leaning away from Sehun. “It’s clear that you’re not going to be able to concentrate right now. So how about we reschedule?” he offers graciously. There’s a pink dusting on Baekhyun’s cheeks and Sehun can feel his dick betraying him as Baekhyun licks over his lips. “Maybe someplace public so you’re not distracted?”
“That’s -” Sehun coughs. “That’s probably a good idea.” He hunches in on himself - not because he’s ashamed, but because he doesn’t want Baekhyun to see that he’s very much turned on.
“Don’t worry about it,” Baekhyun tells him, patting Sehun on the back. “Nothing wrong with a healthy guy rubbing one out to questionable porn. How about we pick this back up on Saturday? I’ll buy you a drink and we can go from there.”
“As long as you don’t wear those pants,” Sehun adds. He makes the mistake of looking down at the white denim wrapped around Baekhyun’s thick thighs and has to pull out his shirt to cover more of his lap.
Baekhyun blinks a few times before understanding dawns on his face. “Aww, Sehun,” he teases, reaching up to ruffle Sehun’s hair with his long fingers. “That’s adorable. I’ll tell you what, we’ll discuss a reward system outside of academics if you can pass this class.”
Sehun nods eagerly, leaning in to Baekhyun’s hand as he scratches through his hair one last time. Baekhyun packs up his things, gives Sehun a final smile and promises to email him a time and place for Saturday.
The moment Baekhyun is out the door, Sehun falls back on his bed, shimmying his shorts down just far enough to get to his dick. It takes an embarrassingly short time to come once he gets his slick fist around it. At least no one was around to witness it.
Jongin is the unfortunate victim of Sehun’s whining over how hot his new tutor is and how the earth should probably just swallow him up after that first meeting. “It was like I wasn’t even me. I was watching me being an idiot from the outside and I couldn’t get myself to stop. It was a trainwreck.”
“If he didn’t go running and screaming from your room and then email to drop you as a tutee, then I’d say it went fairly well.”
Sehun cuts his eyes over at Chanyeol, who is laying in Jongin’s bed, probably naked under the blankets. Sehun has only been in the room for fifteen minutes, and he knows that Jongin and Chanyeol were probably about to stick their dicks in each other when he interrupted, but he doesn’t give a shit. His dick is far more important. Their dicks get regular action. Sehun deserves regular action.
“You know Chanyeol’s right,” Jongin adds, adding insult to injury. “If he got a peek at the porn you keep on your laptop and didn’t set this room on fire to purge it, you’re good.”
Jongin’s probably right, but he’s also Jongin and Sehun wouldn’t be Sehun if he didn’t give Jongin a hard time.
“You don’t understand,” Sehun whines, flopping back on his bed to stare at the ceiling. “If it was some ugly guy, I wouldn’t give a shit. But Baekhyun is this compact cute sort of stupid hot, and now my chances of peeling those white jeans down his thighs are gone.”
“You assume you had a chance in the first place,” Chanyeol comments.
If Sehun had anything in arm’s reach, he’d lob it at Jongin’s stupid boyfriend’s stupid head. Oh wait - Sehun’s fingers grasp at something on his bed and he chucks it across the room. Chanyeol shrieks and Sehun, momentarily, feels guilty because it was the boxer briefs he’d changed out of this morning that landed nearly on Chanyeol’s face.
“Didn’t you say he mentioned a reward that wasn’t related to your class?” Jongin queries, ignoring Chanyeol completely.
Sehun sits up straight, a smile blossoming where doom was once written.
“I bet it’s sex. Or at least mutual dick touching,” Jongin continues. “Hold on to hope, Sehun. For all of us.”
It turns out that Baekhyun’s reward system is feeding Sehun unhealthy pastries at all hours of the day - and night - as he coaxes Sehun into studying just a little longer, a little harder. It’s not exactly the reward Sehun had been hoping for, but he does get to watch as Baekhyun steals bites and then pops his fingers in his mouth to lick them clean after. After a few weeks of this, Sehun has now come to terms with the fact that he’s going to have blue balls for the rest of his life.
By the time the semester is over, Sehun is passing economics and harboring such an enormous lust crush on Baekhyun that Jongin tells him he has hearts in his eyes every time Baekhyun’s name is even mentioned. Sehun is too far gone to deny it.
Sehun has endured hardships for this grade. He’s been a rapt audience to Baekhyun’s pink lips lecturing him and Baekhyun’s pretty fingers resting on his arm, and sometimes he even gets to see Baekhyun bend over to pick something off the floor. It’s been a hardship, but he has made it through without his dick withering away and falling off.
It’s time to reap the benefits.
“You did it!” Baekhyun exclaims when Sehun shows him a copy of his grades. “I knew you could.”
His smile is so pretty and bright and Sehun, finally free from the ties of student and tutor, takes full advantage of Baekhyun’s happiness by kissing him. Baekhyun teeters back, surprised only for a moment before he’s curling his fingers in Sehun’s shirt and dragging him in for a far better kiss.
Sehun makes a grab for Baekhyun’s ass, earning a slap on his hand.
“Patience,” Baekhyun scolds. “Let me buy you dinner, and then we can re-enact some of those videos on your laptop.”
Sehun kisses Baekhyun again, and gets swatted on the ass this time. “I have class,” Baekhyun laughs. “But I’ll be by later with take out.” Baekhyun presses his lips to Sehun’s before pulling away. “And I’m proud of you.”
Sehun watches Baekhyun’s butt as he walks away, letting out a dreamy sigh. He’s totally kicking Jongin out of their room for the weekend. He doesn’t plan on letting Baekhyun out of bed until next semester.
Rating: R
Pairing: Sehun/Baekhyun
Length: 2300w
Author's Note: originally written as a pinch for sebaekingdom.
Summary: Sehun forgets that he hired a tutor until he's knocking on Sehun's door at the wrong time.
Sehun forgets a lot of things.
He forgets that he has to do laundry until he’s run out of shirts on the back of his chair and has to dig through the pile on the floor to find one that smells the least offensive. He forgets that poptarts don’t qualify as a staple food until he’s feeling stick to his stomach because he’s eaten two entire boxes and the room is spinning - whoa sugar. He forgets that most people aren’t nocturnal until the guy in the dorm next to him bangs on the wall because Sehun has his music up too loud just before dawn after an all nighter.
Sehun also forgets that he’s signed up for mandatory voluntary tutoring - courtesy of his mother - until there’s a knock on his door that disrupts what was promising to be an amazing Thursday of doing nothing. Sehun knows for a fact that Jongin, his roommate, is currently in class and will be otherwise indisposed for the rest of the day at his stupidly hot boyfriend’s apartment until tomorrow at the earliest. He sighs as he pauses the video on his screen, pushing his laptop closed as he hoists himself off his bed.
Sehun surreptitiously slides all the laundry in his path beneath his bed on his way to the door. The person knocks again. Sehun grumbles under his breath, adjusting his dick in his shorts. He’s a healthy man with an even healthier sexual appetite, thank you very much. There is absolutely nothing wrong with indulging in a little porn at ten in the morning. He pulls open the door with gusto, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed to glare at his intruder.
“What do you -” Sehun stops mid-sentence and the rest of the air in his lungs comes out in wheeze form.
The man before him is short, his hair a little messy and pink lips pursed as he looks Sehun up and down judgmentally. “Sehun?” he asks.
Sehun blinks, feeling a little frantic because he is so not publicly presentable and the man still staring at him is so hot. “I didn’t accidentally order a stripper, did I?” Sehun squeaks. “Because clicking on that ad was a mistake and I didn’t fill out the form all the - oh my god, do you have my credit card information?” No one can blame him for this honest mistake. At two in the morning, the only thing in control of his impulses is his dick.
The man raises a dainty eyebrow at Sehun. “I’m your economics tutor.”
Sehun wracks his recently emptied brain until he finds the right information - buried directly next to the rest of his dignity. His dignity waves goodbye as Sehun deflates, scratching through his hair awkwardly as he holds the door open for his new tutor. “Were we scheduled for today?” he asks in an attempt to spare himself a little of the embarrassment.
“I sent three emails,” the man comments, brushing his way into the dorm Sehun shares with Jongin.
Between the two of them, it’s what anyone would expect from a pair of boys who no longer live under the thumb of their parents. The place is a disaster, even accounting for the clothes now sticking out from under Sehun’s bed.
“You confirmed,” the man continues, his eyes on the floor as he walks down the narrow clean path toward Sehun’s bed. This gives Sehun the perfect view of his hot new tutor’s ass in all its glory. And it’s pretty fucking glorious. What tutor shows up in white skinnies? Sehun casually adjusts his dick again.
“You can just, uh, make yourself comfortable on the bed,” Sehun tells him, shuffling forward. Sehun has a desk and a chair, but they’re both residence to his laundry and several take away containers that may or may not be housing new species of fungal life.
“I forgot how slovenly freshman are.”
Sehun would be offended except that first, he has a point, and second, Sehun’s a little too preoccupied with the cute way the guy scrunches his nose as he flattens out Sehun’s comforter so he can sit on top of it. There’s a hot guy on his bed. Sehun resists the urge to fist pump. Screw Jongin and Chanyeol. Sehun can score too.
“My name is Baekhyun,” hot tutor helpfully supplies. “Just in case you don’t remember. It was in the emails, but judging from your lack of preparation, I’m assuming you didn’t actually read them.”
There’s a tone of disapproval in Baekhyun’s voice, but really, all that does is make Sehun want to hear what he sounds like when he’s pleased. A pleasant shiver races up Sehun’s spine at the thought and he tugs at the hem of his - or is this Jongin’s? - worn shirt. He walks his way over to sit on the edge of his bed, watching as Baekhyun unpacks his laptop and several notebooks from his bag.
Sehun groans. He really hates economics. He’d wanted to get a required course out of the way early on, but he hadn’t anticipated his absolute boredom with the subject. “Go easy on me, yeah?” Sehun asks, mostly rhetorically. “It’s my first time.”
Baekhyun smiles - wow, there should be a tax for wattage on that thing because damn Sehun is blind - and lets out a soft laugh. “Don’t worry, Sehun. It’s my first time too.” Baekhyun pats Sehun’s knee and Sehun orients on how pretty Baekhyun’s fingers are as they slide over his bare skin. “We’ll learn together.”
There are a lot of things Sehun would like to learn with Baekhyun. Economics just isn’t one of them. This is what happens when his precious porn time is interrupted by a guy who has no right to be as adorably hot as he is.
“Come on,” Baekhyun says, reaching out and pinching Sehun’s thigh. “At least pretend that you’re going to pay attention, otherwise I’ll lose this job and I need the cash.”
Absentmindedly, Sehun slides his laptop over, opening it so he can pull up the poorly half finished assignment he’s been putting off for a week. What he doesn’t remember is that there’s a full screen porn video still open, and it resumes playing the moment his laptop reconnects to the wifi.
All things considered, Sehun is just glad it wasn’t one of his more questionable videos playing. He admitted to himself a long time ago that his dick has weird tastes, but if it gets him off, he can be open minded.
“I guess that explains your dick when you opened the door,” Baekhyun comments over the sound of moaning and skin slapping together.
Sehun is fumbling to find his wire mouse in the blankets. He broke the touchpad ages ago and he’s too poor to get a new laptop.
“I thought I’d just woken you up and you were experiencing an unfortunate case of morning wood.”
“Sorry,” Sehun mumbles when he finally finds his mouse and closes the video. Of course, that doesn’t put an end to it because Baekhyun now has the perfect view of Sehun’s porn video stash - all two hundred gigs of it. It wouldn’t be quite so damning if it wasn’t all gay porn, and all of it male.
“Okay,” Baekhyun breathes, leaning away from Sehun. “It’s clear that you’re not going to be able to concentrate right now. So how about we reschedule?” he offers graciously. There’s a pink dusting on Baekhyun’s cheeks and Sehun can feel his dick betraying him as Baekhyun licks over his lips. “Maybe someplace public so you’re not distracted?”
“That’s -” Sehun coughs. “That’s probably a good idea.” He hunches in on himself - not because he’s ashamed, but because he doesn’t want Baekhyun to see that he’s very much turned on.
“Don’t worry about it,” Baekhyun tells him, patting Sehun on the back. “Nothing wrong with a healthy guy rubbing one out to questionable porn. How about we pick this back up on Saturday? I’ll buy you a drink and we can go from there.”
“As long as you don’t wear those pants,” Sehun adds. He makes the mistake of looking down at the white denim wrapped around Baekhyun’s thick thighs and has to pull out his shirt to cover more of his lap.
Baekhyun blinks a few times before understanding dawns on his face. “Aww, Sehun,” he teases, reaching up to ruffle Sehun’s hair with his long fingers. “That’s adorable. I’ll tell you what, we’ll discuss a reward system outside of academics if you can pass this class.”
Sehun nods eagerly, leaning in to Baekhyun’s hand as he scratches through his hair one last time. Baekhyun packs up his things, gives Sehun a final smile and promises to email him a time and place for Saturday.
The moment Baekhyun is out the door, Sehun falls back on his bed, shimmying his shorts down just far enough to get to his dick. It takes an embarrassingly short time to come once he gets his slick fist around it. At least no one was around to witness it.
Jongin is the unfortunate victim of Sehun’s whining over how hot his new tutor is and how the earth should probably just swallow him up after that first meeting. “It was like I wasn’t even me. I was watching me being an idiot from the outside and I couldn’t get myself to stop. It was a trainwreck.”
“If he didn’t go running and screaming from your room and then email to drop you as a tutee, then I’d say it went fairly well.”
Sehun cuts his eyes over at Chanyeol, who is laying in Jongin’s bed, probably naked under the blankets. Sehun has only been in the room for fifteen minutes, and he knows that Jongin and Chanyeol were probably about to stick their dicks in each other when he interrupted, but he doesn’t give a shit. His dick is far more important. Their dicks get regular action. Sehun deserves regular action.
“You know Chanyeol’s right,” Jongin adds, adding insult to injury. “If he got a peek at the porn you keep on your laptop and didn’t set this room on fire to purge it, you’re good.”
Jongin’s probably right, but he’s also Jongin and Sehun wouldn’t be Sehun if he didn’t give Jongin a hard time.
“You don’t understand,” Sehun whines, flopping back on his bed to stare at the ceiling. “If it was some ugly guy, I wouldn’t give a shit. But Baekhyun is this compact cute sort of stupid hot, and now my chances of peeling those white jeans down his thighs are gone.”
“You assume you had a chance in the first place,” Chanyeol comments.
If Sehun had anything in arm’s reach, he’d lob it at Jongin’s stupid boyfriend’s stupid head. Oh wait - Sehun’s fingers grasp at something on his bed and he chucks it across the room. Chanyeol shrieks and Sehun, momentarily, feels guilty because it was the boxer briefs he’d changed out of this morning that landed nearly on Chanyeol’s face.
“Didn’t you say he mentioned a reward that wasn’t related to your class?” Jongin queries, ignoring Chanyeol completely.
Sehun sits up straight, a smile blossoming where doom was once written.
“I bet it’s sex. Or at least mutual dick touching,” Jongin continues. “Hold on to hope, Sehun. For all of us.”
It turns out that Baekhyun’s reward system is feeding Sehun unhealthy pastries at all hours of the day - and night - as he coaxes Sehun into studying just a little longer, a little harder. It’s not exactly the reward Sehun had been hoping for, but he does get to watch as Baekhyun steals bites and then pops his fingers in his mouth to lick them clean after. After a few weeks of this, Sehun has now come to terms with the fact that he’s going to have blue balls for the rest of his life.
By the time the semester is over, Sehun is passing economics and harboring such an enormous lust crush on Baekhyun that Jongin tells him he has hearts in his eyes every time Baekhyun’s name is even mentioned. Sehun is too far gone to deny it.
Sehun has endured hardships for this grade. He’s been a rapt audience to Baekhyun’s pink lips lecturing him and Baekhyun’s pretty fingers resting on his arm, and sometimes he even gets to see Baekhyun bend over to pick something off the floor. It’s been a hardship, but he has made it through without his dick withering away and falling off.
It’s time to reap the benefits.
“You did it!” Baekhyun exclaims when Sehun shows him a copy of his grades. “I knew you could.”
His smile is so pretty and bright and Sehun, finally free from the ties of student and tutor, takes full advantage of Baekhyun’s happiness by kissing him. Baekhyun teeters back, surprised only for a moment before he’s curling his fingers in Sehun’s shirt and dragging him in for a far better kiss.
Sehun makes a grab for Baekhyun’s ass, earning a slap on his hand.
“Patience,” Baekhyun scolds. “Let me buy you dinner, and then we can re-enact some of those videos on your laptop.”
Sehun kisses Baekhyun again, and gets swatted on the ass this time. “I have class,” Baekhyun laughs. “But I’ll be by later with take out.” Baekhyun presses his lips to Sehun’s before pulling away. “And I’m proud of you.”
Sehun watches Baekhyun’s butt as he walks away, letting out a dreamy sigh. He’s totally kicking Jongin out of their room for the weekend. He doesn’t plan on letting Baekhyun out of bed until next semester.