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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      EXO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Kim_Jongin_|_Kai/Oh_Sehun, Lu_Han/Oh_Sehun
  Character:
      EXO_Ensemble, Oh_Sehun, Kim_Jongin_|_Kai, Do_Kyungsoo_|_D.O, Lu_Han, Kim
      Jongdae_|_Chen, Byun_Baekhyun
  Additional Tags:
      Heavy_Angst, Step-Brothers, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Baekhyun_is
      a_girl, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Internalized_Homophobia, Biphobia,
      Dubious_Morality, Everyone_Needs_A_Hug, Homophobic_Language
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-28 Updated: 2017-09-01 Chapters: 2/? Words: 19179
****** Slippery Slopes ******
by seonweonsonyeondan
Summary
     Sehun will admit that Jongin is ridiculously, stupidly hot and
     whenever he skated past Sehun on his walk to school Sehun has to
     check himself. Jongin is not only his stepbrother but also a massive
     asshole.
     An extremely, insanely sexy asshole.
Notes
     heyheyhey here's the stepbrothers fic i keep talking about! it's a
     MONSTER of a fic, so i've broken it up into chunks and will post as i
     finish them up.
     there's a lot of angst in this. like a lot. also porn. but PLEASE
     heed the angst warning, because i ain't fuckin around with the angst
     in this.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** If you don't express it *****
Sehun peers out the window. His mom chatters happily in the driver’s seat about
the new guy she’s been seeing. “He’s lovely, Sehun. And he has a son! He’s
around your age, I’m sure the two of you would get along so well, sweetie,” she
gushes. Sehun turns to look at her; she’s smiling so wide and her cheeks are so
pink with excitement.
Sehun can’t remember the last time she looked so excited about someone. Or so
happy. He’s so used to seeing her exhausted and looking downtrodden. It’s…nice
even if he would rather be at home playing Animal Crossing or generally
anything other than being dragged to a nice restaurant to meet both his mom’s
new boyfriend and the boyfriend’s kid. Well, if he makes his mom this happy he
can’t be too bad.
They arrive right on time and Sehun tries not to be nervous. His mom is
fluttering next to him, and if he didn’t know better he would mistake her for
one of the girl’s in his high school class. He ducks his head to hide his
smile. This is nice. He could get through this for her.
He almost misses when his mom yells a greeting to someone. As Sehun lifts his
head, he catches the Boyfriend giving his mom a kiss on the cheek. His eyes
slide to the Boyfriend’s right shoulder and his breath gets caught in his
throat. There stands a tall boy, definitely Sehun’s age. He’s wearing a button-
down with dark skinny jeans and he watches the whole exchange with reservation.
The boy looks familiar; Sehun is sure he’s seen him at school. But it’s a big
school, and Sehun is  positive  he’d remember someone that pretty. He
unconsciously pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“This is my son, Jongin. I think you and Jongin go to the same high school,
Sehun,” the Boyfriend says. Shit, Sehun totally missed his name. Again. He
really needs to start remembering to listen when his mom mentions him. The
other boy, Jongin, steps forward. Sehun wipes his sweaty palms on his slacks
and extends a hand. Jongin glances at it but instead just nods. Sehun blinks,
hand still out and their parents stand awkwardly to the side. The Boyfriend
nudges Jongin forward. Jongin rolls his eyes and shakes Sehun’s hand with a
mumbled, “nice to meet you.” Sehun tries to hide the hurt from his face.
Jongin’s father sighs and shakes his head.
The rest of dinner is fine. Jongin doesn’t talk a lot. He mostly tries to sneak
peeks at his cellphone and flirt with the waitress. Sehun stabs his salad with
his fork and tries to respond politely as possible whenever he’s spoken to. He
decides, yes, this boyfriend is nice. He looks at his mother like she holds the
sun in her eyes and listens attentively to whatever she says. Sehun decides he
can stay. He glances over at Jongin. He’s blatantly checking out another
waitress. Sehun sighs. At least the father isn’t like the son.
“So, how’d you like Jae-wook,” his mom asks when they get home. Her smile is
still there and she looks younger. How did Sehun miss this before? He smiles at
her.
“I like him. He’s nice and he clearly likes you.” Sehun kicks his shoes off
before turning back to put them on the rack before his mom can say anything.
She gives him a wry smile. “Jongin…He seems okay. I think I’ve seen him at
school, but I don’t know him that well.” She nods and pats his shoulder.
“Well, it’s early days yet. Maybe the two of you will become better friends.”
Sehun nods, already knowing that would never happen.
 
Sehun starts noticing Jongin more at school. He’s usually either with the
popular skater kids or with the dance team. Kyungsoo nudges him during lunch
one day. Sehun blinks rapidly and turns back to his best friend.
“Why do you keep staring at Kim Jongin?” Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow and waits
for Sehun to swallow his lunch.
“His dad is dating my mom. I like his dad, but him…” Sehun looks back to the
boy in question. Jongin is currently stealing food from one his friend’s while
the dance captain straddles his thigh, her pretty hair pulled up out of her
pretty face. “I don’t know about him.” Kyungsoo hums from next to him.
“He’s hot. And Chanyeol’s best friend.” Kyungsoo takes a calculated sip from
his soda. Sehun frowns at his best friend.
“Chanyeol needs better friends.” Kyungsoo just chuckles quietly in response.
 
From what Sehun sees at school, Jongin seems like kind of a jerk. He’s always
making fun of people, always talking back to teachers, but somehow they’re all
charmed by him. He’s dating that girl Baekhee, but he clearly flirts with any
and all of the female population of the school. It looks like Jongin has to be
the center of attention at all times. Sehun can’t believe that Kyungsoo’s crush
could be friends with someone so obnoxious, even if Chanyeol is loud and
exuberant at the worst of times.
Weekly dinners with the Kim family only reinforces this impression. Jongin
could be polite whenever Sehun’s mother engaged him in conversation, but when
the teens are left alone together, Jongin ignores Sehun completely in favor of
scrolling endlessly through his phone. More than a few times Sehun caught a
glimpse of him receiving nudes. Once, Jongin went to the bathroom after one of
those messages. Sehun didn’t need to think too hard to figure out exactly what
he was doing in there.
Jongin’s dad makes an effort to get to know Sehun better. Sehun appreciates it.
He can’t remember the last time he had any kind of father figure. Jongin’s dad
asks about his hobbies, about school, even takes him to movies.
“Jongin hates going to the movies with me now,” he tells Sehun. His eyes are
remorseful. “I guess that’s how it goes, huh?” Sehun looks over at Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo looks sympathetic. “I hope I’m not too uncool for you youths.” He
laughs nervously and Sehun can’t help cracking a smile for the poor man.
“It’s really not a problem, Mr. Kim. My mom wouldn’t ever come to this movie
with me and Kyungsoo and you offered to pay. What kind of teenager would I be
to turn that down?” He looks visibly comforted by Sehun’s words.
 
A year passes with these family dinners and never really connecting with
Jongin. As far as Sehun knows, his mother has never really tried to take Jongin
out on any excursions. If she had, he clearly had said no. And then at one of
the family dinners, Jongin’s father proposes. Many of their outings had
recently revolved around going to open houses. It isn’t exactly a surprise.
Sehun is happy for his mom, happy that he finally has someone other than his
mom to lean on. He’s less enthusiastic about getting a dickhead of a brother,
but it can’t be helped. When Sehun looks over at his soon-to-be stepbrother,
Jongin’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes.
Nine months later, Sehun is unloading boxes into his new home. He’s nearly
finished with all of his stuff. He can hear his new stepbrother stomping around
in his room, shoving boxes around. He’s grateful for the bathroom separating
them. He gets the feeling Jongin is just as loud at home as he is at school.
For the most part, Jongin sticks to his room and Sehun sticks to his. Kyungsoo
still comes over almost every weekend, unless Sehun is at the other’s place.
Sehun notices that whenever their parents are out late, Jongin has girls over.
He’s able to block out whatever noises from his stepbrother’s room.
What Sehun hates the most, though, is that Jongin hotboxes the bathroom as
often as he possibly can. Sehun starts bringing his towel into his room so it
won’t reek of weed.
“He smokes  all the time .” Sehun cuts into his meal, eyebrows furrowed and
face scrunched up. “Like, I enjoy a doobie from time to time! But seriously,
like, every other night? Where is he even getting his stash?” Sehun looks up at
Kyungsoo who just chews thoughtfully.
“The fact that you call a joint a doobie just shows how little you smoke,”
their friend Jongdae remarks. Sehun kicks him from under the table. “Ow! What
the fuck dude? It’s true!”
“Well, he also always has girls over and has really fucking loud sex. Sometimes
I can hear them even though there’s a bathroom between our rooms.” Sehun stabs
some lettuce.
“Oh yeah, he had that girl Lisa over last weekend while I was there, right?”
Kyungsoo takes another bite of his lunch as he thinks. “Maybe he’s an
exhibitionist.”
“He’s a fuckin’ serial  cheater  is what he is,” Sehun grumbles. He glares at
Jongin and his friends from across the cafeteria.
“I heard from Chanyeol that Baekhee sleeps around too. Maybe they’re not
monogamous.” Sehun frowns at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo’s ears are a little pink as he
shrugs.
“That doesn’t make it any better, Soo.” Sehun watches as Baekhee plants a kiss
on Jongin’s lips. “I don’t get it. His dad is so sweet. And nice! And caring
and he’s just.” Sehun mimics the sneer that frequently graces Jongin’s face.
Kyungsoo snorts and Jongdae cackles.
“What’s so funny?” Sehun chokes on his tongue when he hears Chanyeol’s voice.
He’s smiling brightly at them all as he slips into a chair next to Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo goes a little pink when the lanky teen smiles softly at him. Sehun
bites his lip and tries hard to contain his giddiness for Kyungsoo.
“We were just talking about Sehun’s embarrassing manga collection.” Jongdae
snickers even though Sehun punches his arm hard enough to bruise. “Don’t be
embarrassed by your waifus, Sehunnie.” Sehun’s about to strangle his friend
when Jongin sits down next to him. His eyes are half-lidded as usual and Sehun
unconsciously clenches his jaw.
“Our  Sehunnie  has a waifu, huh? Is that who you jack off to in the shower?”
That slimy smirk grows on his face. Sehun feels his face heat up and he pushes
his glasses back up. He can see Kyungsoo’s concerned expression from the corner
of his eye. Chanyeol’s face looks shocked. Jongdae is silent for once in his
life. Sehun takes a deep breath through his nose.
“I don't have a waifu--” Sehun tries so hard to keep his voice from shaking,
but really, he didn't think Jongin could be like this.
“Relax, man. I'm only joking.” Jongin leans back, smirk still on his face. “You
nerds are so easy to mess with.” He reaches over Sehun and snags the last of
Sehun’s chips. Sehun pushes his glasses up and looks over to Kyungsoo. His best
friend is frowning, clearly annoyed about the intrusion.
“So are you here just to be a dick or is there another reason for your
interruption?” Sehun is surprised by how forward Kyungsoo’s statement is.
Jongin laughs, throws his head back and exposes his long neck. Sehun hates to
admit that he thinks it's a pretty sight.
“Well, look at that. Little Pororo has bite.” Jongin leans towards Kyungsoo who
looks about ready to skin Jongin alive.
“Jong, come on, you're being an asshole, man.” Chanyeol puts a hand on his
friend's shoulder gently pushing him back. Jongin just shrugs in response.
“Just wanted to see how my nerd of a stepbrother spends his time.” Jongin looks
directly at Sehun. Sehun feels very much like Jongin is trying to bore into his
soul and learn all his secrets. His jaw grinds together.
“Well now that you've seen, maybe you can fuck off,” Sehun finally says.
Jongin’s grin only grows and he sits back in his chair. Fuckin’ cocky bastard.
Sehun doesn't know how to properly throw a punch, but he wishes he did just so
he could mar that perfect jaw.
“Or at least get us more chips,” Jongdae grumbles as he watches Jongin grab a
handful from his plate.
“Maybe I should start hanging out with you more,  brother . Your friends seem
like so much fun.” His voice drips with sarcasm, but he thankfully stands up.
He gestures to Chanyeol to follow, who gives Kyungsoo an apologetic smile
before getting up and leaving with Jongin.
 
Sehun’s able to avoid Jongin as much as possible, but he just knows one of
these days his stepbrother is going to do something that he won’t be able to
ignore. Sehun keeps his mouth shut about the fucking and smoking; he knows he’s
not in the right when he does both of those things too, albeit discreetly. He
doesn’t miss the way Jongin smirks whenever he’s around when Kyungsoo and Sehun
retreat into Sehun’s room. Sehun usually flips the other teen off when he
catches him.
“I’m pretty sure Jongin thinks we’re dating,” Kyungsoo says one day. They’re
settled in for a night of playing video games. Jongdae cackles from his
position on Sehun’s bed. Sehun smacks his foot.
“Could you, for  once , not cackle like a fuckin’ Disney villain?” Sehun swears
as his kart gets run off the road. Kyungsoo grins wide and extends his hand
out. Sehun groans but relents and puts a five dollar bill in his friend’s palm.
Jongdae laughs again, kicking Sehun’s shoulder. “I don’t care what he thinks,”
Sehun finally proclaims from his new spot sitting on top of Jongdae. Kyungsoo
shrugs as he scrolls through different games. “Chanyeol knows we’re not dating
and that’s all that matters.”
“Yeah, well, that’s probably because he’s sucking my dick after school these
days.” Kyungsoo gives Sehun and Jongdae the most mischievous smile they’ve ever
seen on the other guy. Jongdae shrieks and Sehun yells as he launches himself
on top of Kyungsoo. They barely hear the door open before Sehun’s mom clears
her throat. She’s smiling and behind her is his stepdad, her expression
mirrored on his face.
“Well, we’re heading out now. We’ll be back late and I think Jongin is with
Baekhee tonight?” Sehun shrugs. He’s not Jongin’s keeper. “Either way, don’t
get into too much trouble alright?” Sehun gets up to hug them both goodbye and
waves after them. He shuts his door and turns back to his friends.
“So who wants to hotbox Soo’s car and then get In N Out and then go to the
movies?” Sehun laughs at Kyungsoo’s offended expression. Jongdae whoops and
scrambles off Sehun’s bed.
 
It’s rounding 1am when Kyungsoo finally drops Sehun back off at his house.
Sehun hazily notes that the family car still isn’t in the driveway. He fumbles
with his keys a bit as he tries to unlock the front door. He giggles softly to
himself as he shakes his shoes off. He takes a loud slurp from his milkshake
and looks around the foyer. It’s quiet in the house and the only light is in
the living room. Sehun figures it must be that one lamp that’s on a timer. His
stoned brain belatedly wonders why it hadn’t turned off at midnight like it was
supposed to. Doesn’t matter. Just means he has light to get to the stairs. As
he approaches the archway, he hears soft breathing and…slurping noises. If
Sehun’s mind was not currently soaring somewhere in the stratosphere he may
have put two and two together. As it is, Sehun walks into the room and freezes,
straw resting dumbly on his bottom lip.
There in front of him sits Jongin, hand buried in Baekhee’s hair. His head his
tipped back as he guides Baekhee up and down his cock. Sehun gulps as he
watches the movement. Jongin’s button-down is open, exposing that body Sehun
pretends to not notice. Baekhee’s hands rub up and down Jongin’s sides. She
whines a little when Jongin forces her further onto his cock. Jongin shushes
her before blinking slowly at Sehun. Jongin sneers at Sehun when he makes eye
contact.
Sehun should move. He should put one foot in front of the other and hightail it
to his room and try to forget everything he’s already seen but time has stopped
and he’s pretty sure his feet are actually part of the carpet now and maybe
this is all a hallucination. That weed was pretty strong after all.
Then Jongin lets out a long, loud moan. He thrusts up into Baekhee’s mouth and
Sehun can hear her gag from where he’s standing. Jongin keeps thrusting, in and
out, in and out and Baekhee keeps whining, keeps gagging on Jongin’s dick and
Sehun feels way too warm and his pants are starting to feel a little too tight
and he would give anything to be in Baekhee’s position and--
Wait. What?
Sehun shakes his head and comes back to himself. Jongin is still looking
directly at him. Almost daring Sehun to  do  something. Jongin lets out another
moan when he thrusts up and forces his girlfriend to keep her face nestled
against his crotch. Sehun glances down and he can clearly see her rubbing her
clit. He looks back up to Jongin.
“What a good girl, baby.” Jongin still doesn’t look away from Sehun. Sehun does
his best to ignore the twitch from his dick. “Always such a good baby girl for
me, aren’t you?” Baekhee whines in response.
“ So  good,” Jongin growls before beginning to fuck her face with renewed
vigor. Sehun feels himself flush from head to toe. He blinks and forces himself
to look away, but not before seeing Jongin’s eyes slip shut in pleasure. That
look is going to haunt Sehun for a long time.
He rushes past them and takes the stairs two at a time, heart beating loud in
his throat. Before he gets to his room he hears a groan he’s heard before. He
slams his door shut and wills his boner away.
Sehun doesn’t confront Jongin about it. He doesn’t tell his friends about the
incident either. And if he starts fantasizing about Jongin fucking his face the
way he did to Baekhee, well, that’s just between Sehun and his god. Sehun
rationalizes that it’s just natural. Like rewatching a porn in your head and
replacing the actors with other hot people. And Jongin is undeniably hot. Sehun
will admit that Jongin is ridiculously, stupidly hot and whenever he skated
past Sehun on his walk to school Sehun has to check himself. Jongin is not only
his stepbrother but also a massive asshole.
An extremely, insanely sexy asshole.
Sehun doubles his efforts to avoid Jongin. He forces Jongdae and Kyungsoo to
host their weekly nerd-out sessions. If they do end up at Sehun’s house, it’s
on nights he knows Jongin will be out or nights their parents will be in. He
knows Jongdae and Kyungsoo notice but they thankfully don’t comment on it.
And for almost six months his avoidance works. It’s a Wednesday and Sehun stops
by home to pick up some things before heading to film club. He’s lumbering up
the stairs, paying more attention to his phone than anything else. He’s about
to pass Jongin’s room when he hears a quiet moan. And just like that night
almost six months ago, Sehun’s body freezes. Only this time he can’t blame it
on the weed.
The door to Jongin’s room is ajar and little squelching noises filter out.
Sehun can’t see much, but he can see enough. Reflected in the mirror is Jongin,
shirt bunched up in his teeth, tan skin on display. His fist works over his
hard cock with his basketball shorts pulled under his balls. Sehun can’t really
see Jongin’s face well, but he doesn’t need to. The expression on his
stepbrother’s face from that night flashes through Sehun’s mind. Another moan
escapes Jongin and Sehun stumbles backwards and runs to his room.
Sehun grabs his things and pauses by Jongin’s door again. He shakes his head
and runs out of the house.
***
Sehun knows Jongin has noticed the change in his behavior but it seems like the
other couldn’t care less about what Sehun does. Sehun’s glad. He knows Jongin
will be at this party, but so will be the hot senior that Sehun’s been flirting
with for months.
He spots Kyungsoo and Chanyeol in a corner chatting happily. Chanyeol has a
gentle hand on Kyungsoo’s elbow and the biggest smile is on Kyungsoo’s face.
Sehun smiles quietly to himself; it’s always nice when his friends are happy.
He hears Jongdae’s distinctive screech from the beer pong table and when he
turns to see what’s going on, Jongdae is jumping up and down, pointing at the
losing team. Sehun realizes the losing team is Jongin and Luhan. He makes eye
contact with Luhan over his red cup. The way the older teen’s eyes visibly
darken has Sehun’s blood running hotter.
Sehun nods towards a bathroom when Luhan puts down his cup. Luhan nods back and
pats Jongin on the shoulder before making his way over to Sehun. Sehun watches
how the senior weaves his way through the crowd to him. He smiles quietly to
himself when Luhan finally stands in front of him.
“I don’t know if you realize how happy I am to see you,” Luhan slurs. He sways
a little, both hands on Sehun’s hips. Sehun giggles and looks over the rims of
his glasses. Luhan is so, so pretty. And Sehun knows that just beneath that
pretty exterior is a very determined lover. Sehun dips his head close to
Luhan’s ear, letting his breath ghost over Luhan’s skin. He doesn’t miss the
way Luhan shudders. Sehun presses himself close; a shiver runs down his spine
when he realizes Luhan is already starting to get hard.
“I think I have an idea.” Sehun lets his lips drag along the shell of Luhan’s
ear as he speaks. Luhan’s grip tightens on Sehun’s hips as he growls lowly.
Sehun’s giddy when Luhan leads him to one of the more secluded bathrooms in the
back of the house. Sehun isn’t entirely sure the door is locked, but he also
doesn’t really care when Luhan is pulling his shirt off and exposing his abs.
Sehun moans when Luhan attaches himself to his nipples, sucking and nibbling.
Sehun can’t help the whine that escapes when Luhan sucks a mark into his skin
above his hip bone.
Luhan takes Sehun into his mouth the way Sehun imagines a pro would. He bobs
his head up and down, making sure all the skin is wet. Sehun holds onto the
edge of the counter and watches as Luhan bobs up and down. From his vantage
point, Sehun can see his dick make Luhan’s throat bulge every time he swallows
him down. Luhan teasingly pulls off, letting his tongue flick over his slit. He
grins up at the panting Sehun. “You like that, baby?” Luhan licks his length
like a quickly melting ice cream cone. Sehun runs a hand through Luhan’s hair
as he tips his head back. He could fuck Luhan’s mouth all night, but he has
other ideas. He gently pulls Luhan up and switches their positions. Sehun drags
both Luhan’s jeans and boxers down in one yank before swallowing Luhan down. He
lets the head of Luhan’s dick hit the back of his throat, making himself choke.
Luhan groans as his thighs shake. Sehun taps on them in warning.
“Careful, baby, don’t want you crushing me with those,” Sehun mumbles against
the sensitive skin. Luhan huffs out a breathless laugh before breaking off into
a moan. Sehun works his throat over the length and relishes in how Luhan’s
whimpers are getting louder and louder. The older boy whines loudly when Sehun
pulls off and strokes him. “How do you want me? I didn’t prep but--”
“In me. Inmeinmeinme,” Luhan babbles while kicking his pants the rest of the
way off. “I fingered myself in the shower thinking about this. I need you in me
and I need you now.” Sehun laughs into the kiss Luhan pulls him into. Luhan
fishes a tiny packet of lube and a condom from Sehun’s back pocket and pushes
them into Sehun’s hand. Sehun rips open the condom and slicks up his dick,
sighing in relief. Luhan leans back on the counter, making little impatient
noises as Sehun lines up.
Sehun growls low in his throat as he presses in. Luhan scratches down his arms
when Sehun slowly fills him to the hilt. They rest their foreheads against each
other as Luhan adjusts. Sehun loosely strokes the other’s cock, giving him just
enough friction. Luhan trails his hands from Sehun’s shoulders to his ass,
giving him a firm squeeze before pulling his hips flush against himself. Sehun
gets the hint. He draws his hips back and rocks forward into Luhan, building up
a slow, agonizing pace. He loves how Luhan starts to fall apart; the older teen
bites on his lip as he extends his neck. Sehun immediately latches onto the
unmarred skin as he starts to pick up the pace.
In the back of his mind he hopes no one can hear the way the storage box
rattles every time he thrusts. But if they can hear the rattle they probably
can hear Luhan begging Sehun to go  faster, harder, deeper.  Sehun pushes the
other teen’s shirt up and latches onto a nipple. He pinches and twists, loving
the way it makes Luhan clench down on him. He sucks on the skin right above the
nub, licking hard before nibbling. Luhan groans and pulls on his hair like that
is the only thing that will ground him. Sehun chuckles as he readjusts his
glasses and kisses Luhan.
“You look so good, Hannie.” Sehun admires how Luhan looks beneath him. His legs
are wrapped around Sehun’s waist, his chest blooming with fresh hickies and
stained a pretty flush. Luhan is just so pretty when he pants and gives Sehun a
look that dares him to do better. Luhan’s cock bobs each time Sehun’s hips meet
his, the tip an angry red, darkening. Sehun grunts and speeds up, already so
close. He reaches between them to take Luhan into his hand. He loves how his
palm easily engulfs the other’s cock. He glances up when he hears Luhan giggle.
“You look so sexy like this,” Luhan grins. He brushes some hair out of Sehun’s
face. “Unf, with your, ah, with your glasses bouncing on your nose. Shouldn’t
be so-- fuck --shouldn’t be so hot.” Luhan breaks off into a long moan as Sehun
presses his thumb into his slit. Sehun knows he’s blushing in response so he
just kisses Luhan again. Luhan holds him in place, legs helping push Sehun
deeper, a hand at the nape of his neck tugging on the hair there. He bites and
sucks on Sehun’s bottom lip. Sehun speeds up both his hand and his hips. He can
feel Luhan throb in his hand right before--
“Holy shit.”
Sehun cums with a groan. His hand is covered in Luhan’s cum and unless he was
imagining things that was definitely his stepbrother’s voice that he heard
right as he finished.
“What the fuck? Get the fuck out!” Luhan recovers first and throws his hat at
his friend. Sehun still has his head resting in the crook of Luhan’s neck. He
glances to the mirror to find Jongin staring wide-eyed at Luhan and him, very
obviously still buried deep in Luhan’s ass. Jongin looks torn between outright
disgust and what might be a curious boner.
“If you keep standing there, I’m gonna think you want a round too,” Sehun
finally mutters, pulling away from Luhan’s torso, but hips still held in place
by Luhan’s iron grip with his thighs. He makes eye contact with Jongin and for
a split second it looks like Jongin considers Sehun’s statement seriously.
Sehun knows how good they look, there’s a mirror right there; Luhan with his
hickies and lips so red and him with his own bruises and chest on display.
Jongin’s gaze trails down as if without his permission. Then his eyes widen and
the signature sneer is back. “No fuckin’ way. Luhan may like it up the ass but
I’m more man than that.” Luhan lets Sehun pull out when Jongin says that and
struggles to hop down, anger and hurt on his face. Sehun holds onto his arm
when he stumbles a little.
“Fuck you, Jongin. You fucking take that back,” Sehun snaps. Luhan looks
genuinely distressed. It makes Sehun’s heart clench. “Luhan is a better man
than you’ll ever be.” Sehun slips off the used condom, zips himself up, and
considers throwing it at Jongin. He’s about to grab his stepbrother when he
just sneers again and slams the door shut. Sehun turns to Luhan and finds the
other boy looking humiliated. He looks close to tears. Sehun wipes off his hand
and reaches for Luhan. He flinches away from Sehun, gaze down, shoulders
hunched.
“Hannie? You know Jongin’s just an asshole, you’re so mu--” Luhan grabs Sehun
and pulls him close and starts to cry into Sehun’s chest. Sehun rubs and down
his back. He quickly pushes his glasses up and leans away from Luhan to help
clean up his face after he calms down. “Are you okay?” Luhan nods into Sehun’s
palm.
“Sorry. I didn’t think that’d hurt so much. I knew Jongin’s an ass, but I
didn’t know--” Luhan takes a deep breath before shaking his head in disbelief.
“I had no idea he was such a fuckin’ homophobe. His dad’s fucking bi, like
until he remarried he had been dating a guy.” Sehun freezes. Luhan gives him a
confused look until the realization dawns on Luhan’s face.
“Holy fuck, you didn’t know.” Sehun shakes his head. Luhan sniffs loudly while
awkwardly looking away. Sehun bends down and picks up Luhan’s clothes and helps
him back into them. Luhan leans up and gently kisses him. Sehun softly smiles
when they part. “Maybe this isn’t the right time anymore, but how do you feel
about officially being my boyfriend?”
Sehun startles back a little. Luhan’s blushing as he rights Sehun’s glasses.
“Are you serious?” Luhan shrugs in response. “Really? Would you…” Sehun thinks
this over. He likes Luhan, a lot. He’s over the moon that he asked but… “You’re
okay with coming out?” Luhan grins and kisses Sehun again.
“I’ve been out for a while, babe. People just forget because I’m a skater.”
Luhan’s beaming at Sehun’s stunned expression. Somehow, Sehun is giggling. And
so is Luhan. Sehun feels like he’s floating, even with everything that just
happened.
They end up making out in the bathroom a little longer until someone pounds on
the door screaming about needing to piss. They scramble out the door back into
the party only to hide in a corner and continue making out.
If Sehun notices Jongin’s eyes following, he doesn’t let on.
***
For five months Sehun is in a rosy daze wrapped in Luhan’s arms. Luhan starts
spending more time with Sehun’s friends which turns into Sehun and his friends
hanging out with a few of Luhan’s friends. Jongin has taken to avoiding Sehun,
which suits him just fine. If Luhan and Sehun sit down at their lunch table,
Jongin immediately goes silent, even if he’s in the middle of a sentence.
Sehun’s heard Baekhee arguing with Jongin almost as often as he hears them
fucking these days. He tries not to take too much pleasure in that. Especially
since he knows Jongin can hear whenever Luhan comes over and their parents
aren’t home.
One weekend when their parents are out of town, Luhan spends the night. He’s
leaning back on Sehun’s bed, hungry eyes running up and down Sehun’s body. He’s
wearing a robe he borrowed from his mom. It’s only a jersey cotton robe, but it
feels so wonderful against his skin. He teasingly shimmies before letting it
fall off his shoulders. Luhan’s smiling now, taking in every inch of skin he’s
currently presenting.
When he lets the robe fall completely off his body, the gasp from Luhan sends a
pleased shiver down his spine. He’s wearing light pink panties with soft grey
thigh highs. On the back is a white bow. Sehun feels pretty and adorable. And
judging from the way Luhan’s eyes are so wide, his boyfriend agrees.
“Come here,” Luhan finally is able to whisper. Sehun nervously pushes his
glasses up as he walks over. He picks at the tops of his socks when he stops in
front of Luhan’s knees. Luhan runs his hands up Sehun’s thighs, causing the
younger teen to whine. The touch is so light, like Luhan’s fingers are just a
gentle breeze. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” Luhan’s looking at
him with such awe and hunger; it makes Sehun’s blush deepen.
Sehun settles onto Luhan’s lap and begins circling his hips, watching his
boyfriend’s eyes slip shut. Luhan tries to put his hands on Sehun’s hips, but
he slaps them away. “No touching until I tell you,” he breathlessly says,
watching how Luhan’s eyes snap open and glares at him, but Luhan relents and
grabs onto the covers under him. Sehun holds onto Luhan’s shoulders and speeds
up. He can feel Luhan hardening beneath him and giggles when Luhan lets out a
quiet moan.
“Do you like this,” Sehun asks through giggles. He knows the answer, he can
feel Luhan’s boner poking into his ass every time he circles. But the glare he
gets from the older teen is worth it. Sehun grinds down, hard, reveling in the
way Luhan hisses through his teeth and drops his head back. Luhan’s hands
clench and unclench in the sheets; Sehun is sure his boyfriend is doing
everything in his power to not touch. “Tell me, Hannie, am I being a good boy?”
That, it seems, is Luhan’s breaking point.
The snarl that Luhan emits is purely animalistic. His hands that gripped
uselessly at the bed are now on Sehun’s hips, tight and possessive. Luhan
surges up, kissing Sehun hard as his hands travel to his ass and kneads him
over the panties. Sehun whines into the kiss, hips twitching against his will
and grinds harder against Luhan. Luhan’s hips are thrusting up now, seeking
friction where he can get it.
“Making me wait to touch you isn’t what good boys do, Hunnie,” Luhan mutters
darkly into Sehun’s skin. Sehun does  not  whimper, but he does start shaking
under Luhan’s determined mouth, trailing hickies from his neck to his chest.
His cock is straining against the thin cotton of his panties. The front is
starting darken from his precum leaking through and Sehun prays Luhan hasn’t
noticed yet.
One of Luhan’s hands circles around to start palming at Sehun’s bulge and any
semblance of control Sehun has flies out the window. Luhan’s sucking still,
licking and nipping, making Sehun’s skin thrum with sensitivity. Every other
syllable is a plea for more. Sehun’s hands tangle in Luhan’s hair and he hears
the distinct sound of a zipper be pulled down before he’s being flipped onto
his back. For how slight Luhan looks, he can manhandle Sehun as if the other
teen isn’t at least a head taller.
Luhan grips his own dick in his palm while he sets about marking up Sehun’s
thighs. The way his eyes slip shut whenever he licks over the pale skin has
Sehun shivering. With his free hand, he palms over Sehun’s now very hard dick,
pulling more cries from Sehun.
This was an  excellent  and vaguely  dangerous  idea, Sehun absently notes to
himself. He’s pleased his idea went over so well, but he’s a little scared of
what Luhan has in store for him now. It feels very much like he’s unlocked
something in his boyfriend and even through his hazy arousal, he feels vaguely
concerned. Excited. But definitely concerned.
Luhan bites down hard at the junction of Sehun’s hip and thigh and he yelps,
whole body jerking at the sensation. He looks down, sharp reprimand on the tip
of his tongue. But Luhan is licking the spot, tongue swirling around. His hands
rest on the top hem of his panties and he cocks an eyebrow at Sehun, asking for
permission. Sehun raises his ass off the mattress to make it easier when Luhan
pulls it down and off him.
“Shit, baby, look at you.” Luhan pulls his shirt off and throws it somewhere
across the room, but leaves his jeans on. “I could jerk off to you like this.”
Luhan leans down again, kissing Sehun hard and letting the rough fabric of his
jeans rub against Sehun’s newly freed cock. Sehun shudders at the contact.
“Maybe I should. Paint your pretty chest and face with my cum.”
Sehun whines and tries to press back up to Luhan but the older teen has moved
off him. He’s rummaging around Sehun’s bedside table before he drops a condom
and lube onto the mattress. He moves back to Sehun; holding himself up on his
elbows, examining Sehun’s face. Luhan adjusts himself and brushes some hair
from Sehun’s face.
“My good boy,” he whispers. “So good, even if you are a  tease .” Sehun grins
cheekily and nips a little at Luhan’s lips. Luhan laughs quietly before warming
the lube on his fingers and gently prodding at Sehun’s hole. Sehun drops his
head back in relief when Luhan breaches the tight ring of muscles. The first
finger goes in easily, like it always does. Luhan doesn't waste any time before
slipping in a second finger.
Luhan ruts slowly against Sehun’s thigh, groaning lowly in his throat. Every so
often his jeans brush up against Sehun’s neglected cock and makes him clench
around Luhan’s fingers. They both shiver when that happens. Luhan pumps his
fingers in slowly, gently dragging his nails against Sehun’s walls. Sehun needs
so much more than this, he needs Luhan to  fuck  him, not tease him. He tries
to fuck himself on Luhan’s fingers, but instead Luhan just removes them. If
Sehun wasn’t already so far gone he probably would be embarrassed by the whine
that slips past his lips.
Luhan grins predatorily above him, clearly enjoying the reverse of roles. He
lets Sehun try to fuck himself more, but never gives him enough. Sehun’s
grabbing at his arms, leaving crescent moon bruises from his nails digging in.
He’s panting hard, eyes fluttering open and shut, bottom lip chapped from all
the biting and sucking.
Luhan might be a little bit in love with the sight in front of him.
Sehun bucks his hips upwards, unable to find the words to ask for what he
needs, but Luhan understands. Luhan’s just as impatient as Sehun is now, the
tip of both their dicks red and leaking. Luhan shimmies his jeans down a little
further before rolling the condom on and slicking up. He lets out a soft whine
as he strokes his length. Sehun’s cock jumps a bit at the sound and Luhan
laughs. Sehun gives him a glare before hitching his legs around Luhan’s hips
and knocking him off balance. Luhan bites Sehun’s collarbone hard and for a
moment Sehun’s worried his boyfriend had drawn blood.
“And you were being so good for me, Sehunnie,” Luhan growls into his skin. “Is
my baby boy impatient? Are you actually a needy slut?” Luhan moves back to make
eye contact with Sehun. His face is blank, but his eyes look worried.  Is that
okay?  they seem to ask. Sehun nods and kisses Luhan.
“I’m a good boy! I promise, please,  please  just fuck me, Han--” Sehun groans
as Luhan thrusts sharply into him. He doesn’t give Sehun any time to adjust,
just starts pumping in and out, harsh and rough. Sehun loves it. He moans
louder and louder, higher and higher, knowing if anyone came home they would
surely hear how well Luhan is fucking him. He should care, he knows. Should be
worried that his parents might come home early. Maybe Jongin and his flavor of
the week. His dick twitches with interest at that thought.
Sehun clenches around Luhan just to hear his boyfriend curse. He giggles a
little breathlessly when Luhan glares at him. Luhan retaliates with a well
aimed thrust, making Sehun arch fully off the bed, shouting at the stimulation.
“There’s my good boy, my Sehunnie.” Luhan smirks down at Sehun, snapping his
hips forward sharply. Sehun groans and tries to scrunch himself up. Luhan’s
jeans rub against his ass with every thrust in and while it’s starting to
sting, it’s enhancing the shock of pleasure that runs through his spine. One of
Luhan’s fingers plays with the top of his thigh highs, keeping it pressed
against his hip. He watches as Sehun tries to stay in control of himself, but
his little gasps and whines are getting more desperate by the minute. Sehun
reaches up and drags Luhan in for a kiss, biting down on his lower lip when
Luhan slows down.
It won’t be long now, Sehun can tell, before both he and Luhan finish. Luhan’s
struggling to keep his rhythm steady and Sehun can’t help how he keeps biting
down on Luhan’s chest. The older teen moves a hand between them, jerking Sehun
off just the way he likes. Sehun tries to bat his hand away, approaching the
edge way too quickly, but Luhan keeps stroking. Sehun cums with a whimper and
twitches limply until Luhan pulls out. He rips off the condom and shuffles up
Sehun’s body. Sehun blinks slowly up at him, still coming down from his orgasm.
Luhan’s above him, face flushed and hair sticking up in every direction. He’s
sucking on his lower lip, eyes hungry as he jerks himself off quickly. Sehun
lazily reaches up and takes over the stroking for him and opens his mouth.
Luhan’s eyes roll back before he forces himself to focus on Sehun’s face under
him.
The first rope of cum lands on Sehun’s forehead before he angles it down to his
mouth. A bit still misses and lands on his cheek. He crinkles his nose a little
bit and takes the tip of Luhan’s cock into his mouth to suck the rest. Once
Luhan twitches with oversensitivity, he collapses on top of Sehun. He slowly
gathers up all the cum on Sehun’s face and sucks off the cum before kissing
Sehun. If he wasn’t so tired, Sehun is sure his cock could have twitched with
interest.
Luhan places gentle kisses on the red bruises, making sure to pay close
attention to the ones that look particularly bad.
“I didn’t hurt you, right?” Luhan’s rubbing gently over a bruise forming on his
thigh. His eyes look worried, even through his post-orgasm glow. Sehun can’t
help the swell of affection that bubbles up in his chest when he looks at his
boyfriend. He shakes his head.
“No, I really liked it,” Sehun replies shyly. Luhan, somehow, blushes at the
admission and tries to hide it by burying his face in Sehun’s neck. Sehun
groans and pushes Luhan off him. “I’m covered in cum still. I want a bath and
you’re carrying me to it.” Luhan laughs and rolls off him before landing
wobbling on his feet.
“Whatever Princess Sehun desires, he shall get.” Luhan bows dramatically. Sehun
yells a protest and hits the cackling Luhan. Luhan scoops him up anyway; how
someone so small and delicate can lift someone like Sehun will always leave him
astonished.
Luhan carries him bridal style into the bathroom and gently places Sehun on the
counter. Sehun winces a little from the pain of sitting on something so hard,
but the kiss Luhan gives him makes up for it. Now that they aren’t distracted
by each other, they can hear the loud booming bass coming from Jongin’s room.
Luhan gives him a satisfied smirk.
“Guess we were too loud for brother dearest.” Sehun kicks out at Luhan when he
says that, but he’s secretly pleased that Jongin had heard at least part of
their fucking.
Luhan helps Sehun into the tub before sliding in after him. “Your legs are too
long,” he complains, pinching Sehun’s thigh. Sehun laughs and swats at his
boyfriend’s hands.
“You like them, don’t lie. That’s why you liked the socks so much.” Sehun feels
Luhan grinning into his shoulder.
“You got me there.” Luhan starts scrubbing Sehun. They sit in comfortable
silence for a while. Sehun blinks sleepily and tries to stifle a yawn. Luhan’s
hands scratch gently at his scalp, massaging the conditioner deeper into his
roots.
“Have you ever thought about dying your hair?” The question takes Sehun by
surprise. He cranes his neck to get a better look at his boyfriend. He has a
thoughtful expression on his face. “I bet you’d be really hot with, like,
bubblegum pink hair.”
Luhan’s eyes glaze over for a moment. Sehun smacks his shoulder. “Fuck, sorry,
I just imagined you in those panties and thigh highs with pink hair and--”
Sehun hits him again, this time hard enough to sting.
“If you get a boner in the bath, just know I’m fucking you this time. My ass
can’t handle anymore today.” Sehun splashes Luhan a little and grins at the
sputtering. Luhan retaliates, causing some of the leftover conditioner to drip
into Sehun’s eyes.
“You jerk, that stings!” Sehun blindly reaches out and shoves Luhan’s face
under the water before rinsing out his eyes. Sehun’s legs are cramped
underneath him so he just flops on top of Luhan again.
“If you get water all over the floor, I’m not helping you clean up,” Luhan
grumbles. It’s muffled by Sehun’s body on top of him, but it doesn’t matter.
Sehun glances over the edge of the tub, as much as his body will allow.
“It’s not that bad. We can just throw Jongin’s towel on top of it.” Luhan
bursts out laughing and pushes Sehun off of him. He turns on the shower to
rinse them off when someone pounds on the door. The two teens look at each
other in mild surprise.
“Are you done sucking each other’s dicks or whatever?” Ah, Jongin. “I need to
take a piss.” He sounds annoyed. Sehun tells himself he doesn’t care. Luhan
makes a disgruntled sound under his breath.
“Just use the other bathroom,” Sehun calls. He tells himself the prickling
under his skin is just annoyance. He rolls his eyes at Luhan, who snorts. Sehun
watches Luhan towel himself off before dragging his aching body out of the tub.
“Do you think he’s still waiting outside?” Luhan grins wickedly as he dries
Sehun off. Sehun raises an eyebrow in question.
“Isn’t he your friend?” Luhan just shrugs in response to that.
“He hasn’t been acting like it for a while,” is all he says before walking to
the door and flinging it open.
Jongin has a fist raised, presumably to knock on the door again. For a fleeting
moment he looks like a puppy caught doing something wrong when he takes in the
sight of Sehun and Luhan. They have hickies stark against their skin and their
faces are still flushed from the heat of the bath. He recovers, though, when
Luhan pinches his cheek.
“Gross, don’t touch me with your ass hands.” Jongin smacks at Luhan’s hands.
Luhan just laughs.
“They’re clean.” He turns and looks at Sehun. Luhan then wiggles his eyebrows
suggestively. “But Sehun’s probably won’t be later.” Sehun feels his face heat
up and he crosses his arms over his body to try and cover the blush he knows is
spreading. Jongin looks lost. At least he doesn’t look disgusted or smug for
once.
Luhan takes Sehun by the hand and drags him back into his room. They collapse
into giggles as soon as the door is closed.
“So, about getting your hands dirty…” Sehun kicks Luhan out of his bed, shaking
his head.
“We need to get dressed, remember? Jongdae and Soo and Chanyeol are coming over
in like.” Sehun glances at his phone. His eyes widen and he has to adjust his
glasses to make sure he was reading the time correctly. “Shit, they’re going to
be here in like 10.”
“…I’m guessing that’s a no on round two?” Luhan’s standing in the middle of
Sehun’s room, naked and half mast. Sehun’s blood rushes south but he shakes his
head.
“Rain check, Han.” Sehun struggles to pull on some sweats. On the other side of
the room, Luhan digs through his backpack for fresh clothes. Sehun feels at
peace. He hasn’t been this happy in a long time.
***
The end of sophomore year arrives faster than anyone wanted, which also meant
graduation. Sehun knew this day was coming, but that doesn’t make it any
easier.
It’s a balmy May night and for once Chanyeol’s parents are letting him host a
party. It’s loud and everyone’s already had a little too much to drink. Luhan’s
sitting on Sehun’s lap as he teases Jongdae about being the Token Straight in
the friend group. Sehun’s limbs feel heavy, even if Luhan’s bony ass is digging
into his thigh.
Across the yard an intense game of flip-cup rages. It looks like Chanyeol is in
the lead, an amused Kyungsoo sipping on his own red cup looks on. Chanyeol’s up
against an increasingly drunk Jongin, clad in a muscle tank and basketball
shorts. Sehun’s eyes follow the line of his body as he crouches down. He looks
like he’s been working out. Probably all the sexual frustration since it looks
like Baekhee’s finally dumped him for good and gotten her posse to cock block
Jongin at every given opportunity. It’s not fair that Jongin can still be so
hot, with his backwards snapback, plump lower lip firmly between his teeth--
“Sehun, tell your asshole of a boyfriend to stop teasing me!” Jongdae swats at
Luhan and breaks Sehun’s concentration. Luhan’s laughing and Jongdae’s whining
obnoxiously and,  shit , Sehun is way thinker than drink he is. Luhan’s getting
handsy, fingers dancing closer and closer to his ass. Sehun bats the hands away
before leaning over to pick up Kyungsoo’s discarded pipe.
“Hey, Soo!” Kyungsoo stumbles over to Sehun. “Wanna light up?” Kyungsoo gives
his friends a drunken grin and nods. He fumbles with his grinder a bit, before
delicately stuffs his pipe with new stash.
“Soo, wanna mesh next round?” Luhan’s dangling a small baggie from his fingers.
Kyungsoo squints at it; Sehun has to stifle at giggle in his boyfriend’s neck.
“Depends. What strain is it?” Luhan smacks Kyungsoo.
“What does that matter? It's good shit!”
Kyungsoo ignores Luhan and takes a deep breath from the pipe. He passes to
Chanyeol and slowly the pipe makes its way around the circle.
Jongin joins on Kyungsoo’s second hit. He stares a little too intently at the
other boy’s lips. No one else notices, just Sehun. Jongin keeps staring at
Kyungsoo’s lips even after the pipe has long been passed on. Sehun assumes it's
just because Jongin’s drunk and horny.
The pipe makes its way back to Kyungsoo. He gets it ready for the next batch
with Chanyeol and Jongin hovering at his elbows. Kyungsoo only really pays
attention to Chanyeol. He lights up, passes the pipe, but then Jongin reaches
out and presses his thumb against Kyungsoo’s bottom lip.
“Your….lips.” Jongin pinches the lip between his thumb and forefinger.
Everyone's gone silent. Kyungsoo is frozen, probably from shock.
“So pretty,” Jongin mutters. He brings his face closer to Kyungsoo who tries to
free himself from Jongin. Chanyeol looks about three seconds from murdering his
best friend.
“Bet if.” Jongin blinks slowly. “If you dressed up for me.” Kyungsoo tries to
pull away again, but Jongin just brings his other hand to his waist to keep him
there. “All pretty. Like a girl. With your lips on my dick.” Jongin’s face is
too close, way too fucking close to Kyungsoo. He's still holding Kyungsoo’s
lips in between his fingers, massaging them in little circles.
“I bet you'd like it if I made you choke on my cock. That's what tiny little
fags lik--”
Kyungsoo slaps him and Chanyeol pushes Jongin away from Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo's
crying and Sehun doesn't know what comes over him, but in the next second his
fist  hurts  and Jongin is screaming and Luhan is dragging him away and
Chanyeol is holding the sobbing Kyungsoo and Sehun is pretty sure Jongdae is
screaming from the sidelines and Jongin is holding his face in his hands,
yelling obscenities at everyone.
“What the fuck, Jongin? What the actual fuck?” Chanyeol grips Kyungsoo close to
him, eyes murderous. Sehun tries to wiggle out of Luhan’s arms, but his
boyfriend firmly clutches him close.
“Why’re yuh sho  mad --it was justh a  joke .” Jongin cradles his jaw. “Why do
yuh cuhr, anywah?”
“He's my  boyfriend , you fucking asshole. You fucking assaulted  my boyfriend
,” Chanyeol roars before he takes a few steps forward. Sehun stares in awe and
horror; Chanyeol angry is a sight to behold. Kyungsoo grabs onto Chanyeol’s
wrist, body shaking violently.
“Please,” Kyungsoo whispers quietly. Chanyeol seems to know what he means and
steps aside. Kyungsoo walks up to a confused Jongin. Sehun watches, ready to
jump in if need be.
“Apologize.” Kyungsoo’s voice is commanding, even if it's softer than usual.
Jongin blinks slowly; Sehun can physically see his brain processing the single
word.
“Why? It wasth a  joke ,” Jongin finally responds, swaying a little on his
feet. He leans forward. Sehun grinds his teeth together. “Though it wasth true.
You'd be a pretty g--”
Kyungsoo doesn't give Jongin a chance to finish his sentence. He winds up his
fist and then punches Jongin square in the jaw.
Luhan lets Sehun join the fray; pushing Jongin over and yelling at him. Jongdae
grabs Jongin by the wrist and drags him to the gate leading out of the yard
before anyone else can throw a punch or do anything else they might regret.
Sehun can hear Jongin thank Jongdae, but Jongdae just shoves him out the gate
and yells, “I'm not doing this for you,” after him.
The teens stand in the yard, the happiness and calm they felt only minutes
before gone. Chanyeol holds his boyfriend in his arms, peppering kisses on his
cheeks and asking him over and over and over if he's okay. Luhan holds Sehun
close and when Sehun looks around he sees Jongdae comforting Baekhee in a
corner.
This wasn't how the night was supposed to go.
***** You Will Express It Later *****
Chapter Notes
     sekai possessed me to bring you this chapter so soon after posting
     the first one.
Sehun throws himself onto Luhan’s bed. He grabs one of the pillows and tries to
curl himself around it. He hears Luhan rummaging around behind him before the
bed dips and Luhan’s pressed behind him. For a while they lie like that,
Luhan’s arm around Sehun’s waist, chest against Sehun’s back. Luhan strokes up
and down his boyfriend’s stomach, not light enough to tickle, but not quite
enough pressure to annoy Sehun.
Eventually Sehun rolls over to face Luhan. The other boy looks thoughtful, a
bit reserved, like he’s going through everything that had led up to tonight.
Luhan pushes Sehun’s hair out of his face and leans forward and kisses his
forehead.
“What was that for?” Sehun scoots closer, throwing a leg over Luhan’s hip.
“Just. I love you.”
Sehun freezes while Luhan just calmly continues running his fingers through
Sehun’s hair. His face is so soft, so kind, so open. For a moment, Sehun
panics; his breathing speeds up and for a split second he’s positive he has
tunnel vision. Then Luhan places a gentle hand on his cheek.
“It’s okay if you’re not ready to say it back. I just wanted you to know,”
Luhan says, a small smile on his face. He doesn’t look that nervous, like he
hadn’t dropped a major bomb on his younger boyfriend. Luhan moves to get off
the bed, but Sehun grabs his wrist first.
“I. I do too.” Sehun tucks his chin in, causing his glasses to slip down his
nose. Luhan’s gazing him, a little confused, a lot happy. “Uhm. I love you.
Too.”
Luhan bursts into a smile and pulls Sehun up and off his bed, into his arms. He
leans up and kisses a very red Sehun. Sehun can feel him smile into the kiss
and finally for the first time in the past hour he feels light and bubbly. He
winds his arms around Luhan and lifts him up, ignoring the grunt of surprise
from his boyfriend.
“I was going to suggest smoking to help take the edge off the night, but it
feels like you might have another idea,” Luhan snarks, wrapping his legs around
Sehun’s waist. Sehun tries not to stumble under Luhan’s full weight, but he
fails. They fall back onto the bed and into a pile of limbs and giggling. They
strip off their clothes in record time, smiling, laughing, touching everything
they can.
It feels different, now, Sehun tells himself. Knowing Luhan loves him and cares
for him is obvious, moreso now. He gasps under Luhan’s attention and he feels
both like lead and the lightest feather in the universe. Maybe it’s just the
alcohol wearing off. Or the adrenaline.
They lie in their post-orgasmic bliss, hands clasped and smiling still. Luhan’s
the first to get up. He goes over to his discarded clothes and retrieves his
stash. He puts his materials on Sehun’s belly, flicking at his boyfriend’s
forehead when Sehun complains. Luhan quietly rolls a joint, nice and thick,
“just the way you like it, Hunnie.” Sehun tries to punch Luhan’s shoulder who
just protests, complaining about potentially losing some of the weed. He helps
Sehun get dressed before leading him to his window and they climb out onto the
outcrop like they have so many times before.
As Luhan lights up, Sehun checks his texts. Most of them are from Chanyeol,
assuring them that Kyungsoo is doing okay, that he’s only raged angrily at
Chanyeol for forty minutes about needing a new best friend. Jongdae made a quip
about angry sex with Kyungsoo. Sehun lets himself smile. Luhan nudges him when
he passes the joint.
“Soo doing okay?” Sehun nods in response. “I’m glad. I can’t fuckin’ believe
Jongin. He never would have done that when we first became friends.” Sehun
watches his boyfriend take another drag when he passes it back.
“What’d’ya mean,” Sehun asks while trying his best to hold his breath. He
flinches at how his lungs burn a little when he breathes deep through his nose.
Luhan sighs and passes the joint again.
“You can't tell anyone this, alright? Like, I'm pretty sure the only other
person who knows about this is Chanyeol and that's because he was  there  when
this all went down. I only met Jongin a few months after.” Luhan leans back
onto the roof, stretching his legs out before resting his head onto his
boyfriend’s side. “His parents’ divorce was super messy. And more than a little
toxic.”
Luhan inhales, passes back to Sehun. Sehun sits in silence, not sure what to
expect.
“I told you his dad is bi, right?” Sehun nods. “His dad wasn't ever, like,
unfaithful to Jongin’s mom or anything. But he realized it while married.
Which. Probably wasn't great.”
Luhan goes on, tells Sehun how Jongin’s dad came out to his wife, believing
that she would be understanding, that she'd still love and support her husband.
Instead, she accused him of being unfaithful before telling him she had been
sleeping with his boss. How Jongin witnessed his mother telling his father that
he was a failure, not a  real  man, how she wanted nothing to do with him.
“At first, he’d spend time at her new apartment on the weekends and Yeol said
that whenever he’d see Jongin after those weekends he was always so angry and
confused.” Luhan and Sehun move back into his room, reasonably high.
“I guess his mom used to put down his dad the whole time. Tell him that it
wasn’t natural. Apparently only his best friend could get him out of the funk.”
Sehun looks up from where his head rests on Luhan’s stomach. He furrows his
eyebrows. Luhan giggles and smooths his thumb of the skin.
“Chanyeol?” Sehun didn’t know they were that close. But Luhan shakes his head.
“Nah, there was another guy that Jongin knew for longer. Uhm.” Luhan pauses
here, clearly trying to sort through his foggy mind. “What the fuck was his
name. Started with a ‘T’ I think? OH, Taemin.” Sehun filed the information away
for later.
“Anyway, only the other kid knew how to make Jongin feel better but like, I
dunno, Chanyeol’s pretty sure they might have been dating at some point, but
like, they were 11 or whatever so who fuckin’ knows, right?” Luhan starts
playing with Sehun’s hair. Sehun tries to not get too distracted by the
sensation.
“Basically, one day Jongin’s jackass of a cunt mother drops him off at Taemin’s
house and when Taemin comes outside or whatever his mom straight up tells
Jongin, to his face, that she’s not going to take him on the weekends anymore
because she doesn’t want to associate herself with the son of a failure and
that was like, the last time he ever saw her.” Sehun sits up, head spinning and
gapes at Luhan. The other boy hazily looks at Sehun.
“No fucking way. There’s no fuckin’ way his mom is that big--Wait, no,
considering how Jongin’s turned out, I believe it.” Luhan snorts at Sehun’s
outburst before dragging him back down to cuddle.
“He wasn’t that big an asshole when we first met. He was really shy and lashed
out and got into trouble because he didn’t know how to handle everything. I
think that’s pretty normal.” Luhan resumes petting up and down Sehun’s torso.
He snuggles closer and breathes in Sehun. Sehun feels warm and happy.
“How old was he?” Sehun watches as Luhan counts down on his fingers.
“Mmm, I think 8 or 9? When this all started anyway.” Luhan rolls on his back,
bringing one of Sehun’s hands with him. “He almost made his dad break up with
his boyfriend. I think he had a gay panic seeing his dad with another dude.”
Luhan sniggers. Sehun hits him.
“That’s not funny, Hannie.”
“I know, but really, he was so freaked out, like he thought that his dad was
goin’ to get fired or some shit.” Luhan laughs again. Sehun hits him again. “We
spent a whole night looking up whether or not that was legal. Turns out it’s
illegal in California.”
“Lucky us, then,” Sehun grumbles. Luhan smiles fondly and kisses him.
“I don’t know what happened in the past year, though. He’s just. He’s gotten so
much worse.” Luhan sighs and stares straight up, like his ceiling is going to
reveal all the answers to him. Who knows, it might, so Sehun follows suit.
“When his dad married your mom, Yeollie and I thought, I dunno, that maybe he’d
mellow out, but he only got worse.” Sehun stiffens a little at that. Luhan runs
a gentle hand down his arm.
“I don’t think it’s your mom’s fault. He actually likes your mom. He thinks
she’s sweet.” Sehun’s surprised to hear that. Jongin never made a big effort to
get to know his mom, so he just assumed that he wanted nothing to do with her.
“He’s bad with people,” Luhan supplies. He hums in reply. They lay in silence
for a little bit.
Something bothers Sehun about everything Luhan’s told him; not just about
Jongin’s mom and for a few minutes he can’t quite fight his high to remember
what it is. “What happened to Taemin,” Sehun finally asks. Luhan hums at first
so Sehun pokes him in the ribs, making his boyfriend squeal a little.
“I dunno. Jongin didn’t like it whenever Chanyeol brought him up, said
something about not wanting to associate with people ‘like that.’ So, I guess
they had a falling out.” Luhan’s running his fingers through Sehun’s hair
again. “Taemin moved anyway. I think he’s in, like, fuckin’, Sacramento or some
shitty Central Valley city.” Luhan rolls back onto his side, pulling Sehun in
close again and wraps his limbs around Sehun.
“I hope the old Jongin comes back at some point,” Sehun mutters. “If I’m stuck
with him as a brother for the rest of my life, I’d rather he be a less shitty
asswipe of a human being.” Luhan giggles sleepily and mutters an agreement
before letting his hands wander up the front Sehun’s shirt.
“You’re insatiable,” Sehun sighs, trying to sound exasperated.
“Mmm, but you love me.” Luhan straddles Sehun and his eyes are hooded and soft.
Sehun grins, and fiddles with the hem of Luhan’s boxers.
“Yeah. I guess I do.” Sehun pulls his boyfriend in for a kiss and smiles. At
least he has this.
***
Sehun isn’t surprised in the least that the entirety of Jongin’s old friend
group has ostracized the other teen come Monday morning. He has a nasty bruise
on his jaw probably from when Sehun or Kyungsoo punched him. Sehun feels a sick
sense of pride because of it. When Jongin sits down at the lunch table, the
silence that precedes the mass exit is deafening. They just all stand and move
across the cafeteria while the room looks on. Sehun expects Jongin to call
after or make some sort of fuss, but instead he sits at the table alone,
quietly eating his lunch.
Sehun almost feels bad. Almost.
At home, Jongin sulks. Sehun catches him sulking in the bathroom, in the living
room, in the kitchen. He genuinely looks sorry, but then Sehun remembers the
look on Kyungsoo’s face when Jongin wouldn’t let him go and any sympathy
dissipates immediately. Jongin avoids Sehun at every turn, so obviously and
frequently that their parents end up confronting them about it.
They sit them down after dinner one night, expressions concerned and firm.
Sehun’s mother begins the conversation.
“Boys,” she says, concerned and loving mom voice in full force. “We’ve noticed
some…tension recently between the two of you. Jongin, we didn’t ask about that
bruise on your chin, but clearly something happened last weekend. Do you want
to tell us about it?” She nudges Jongin’s father and he startles a little
before squirming in his seat.
“Right. We know that being a teenager means keeping secrets, but we want you
both to know that we’re here if you need us.” He nods to emphasize his point
but his eyes dart nervously to Jongin. Sehun has a feeling he already has an
idea of what his son has done. So he leans back in his chair and levels his
coldest glare at Jongin. There’s no point in hiding his disdain for the other
teen now, not when their parents are calling them out like this.
“I dunno, what  did  you do, Jongin? Last weekend? At Chanyeol’s?” Sehun lets
all the anger and venom drip into his voice. Jongin winces at the mention of
his former best friend’s name. Sehun watches Jongin’s shoulders scrunch forward
like he’s trying his best to disappear. But his hands are clenched into fists,
so Sehun thinks he mustn’t be that hurt or upset.
“I  apologized, ” Jongin says through gritted teeth. Sehun scoffs.
“Really? You call what you said on Saturday an  apology ?” Sehun’s blood boils;
he wants to reach over the table to his stepbrother and give him a matching
bruise on his other beautiful cheekbone. He almost misses how Jongin’s lip
starts quivering before Jongin brings his hands to his face, covering it from
their view. Sehun and their parents sit in silent shock as Jongin starts
sobbing.
“I already told them I was sorry,” Jongin finally says. His voice is so small,
so fragile, Sehun almost forgets how mad he is. “I told Kyungsoo and Chanyeol I
was sorry on Monday.” He sucks in a deep breath and wipes his nose with the
sleeve of his hoodie.
“You did not,” Sehun accuses. “They would have told us.” Jongin looks away;
Sehun has a good view of the bruise in all its yellowing and purpling glory.
His stomach churns.
“I asked them not to,” Jongin finally whispers. Their parents look back and
forth, conflicted on whether or not they needed to intervene here.
“What exactly happened on Saturday? Is whatever that happened the reason you
have that bruise, Jongin?” Jongin shrugs in response to his father’s question.
“Jongin, I need you to answer the question.”
“Or I could,” Sehun says. Jongin looks up with his puffy eyes and Sehun tries
hard to not think about what Luhan told him, tries hard not to imagine that
that expression is probably one that is similar to what a younger Jongin looked
like after spending time with his own mother. Sehun tries to look as pissed as
he knows he feels. It’s just hard when Jongin looks repentant for once.
“I…I was drunk.” Sehun snorts and rolls his eyes. Sehun’s mom smacks his arm,
giving him a stern look. “That doesn’t excuse what I did. I just.” Jongin looks
up at the ceiling; his dad rests a hand on his forearm and for once Jongin
doesn’t try to shrug him off.
“I…I said some fucked up homophobic shit to Kyungsoo and--” Jongin starts
crying again. “I touched him in a way he didn’t want in front of everyone.”
Jongin buries his hands to avoid the looks of shock on his parents face. Sehun
isn’t sure if he should elaborate, since he can tell their parents are jumping
to the worst possible outcome of that statement.
“You… what ?” Jongin’s father is the first to recover. “Jongin, did you--did
you  rape --”
“He didn’t rape Kyungsoo, but he grabbed him really aggressively and wouldn’t
let him go until Kyungsoo slapped him,” Sehun finally says. Their parents look
marginally comforted and Jongin looks surprised.
“Jongin, is that true,” Sehun’s mother asks. She looks torn between continuing
to be ready to murder Jongin and trying to be understanding.
“It’s true. I shouldn’t have done it.” Jongin makes eye contact with Sehun
finally. The first time since last Saturday, Sehun realizes. It makes him
shiver. “I’m sorry, Sehun. I’m sorry I did that to your best friend. And that I
said shit like that to you and Luhan.” Jongin scrubs at his face.
“I just. I’ve been having a hard time and--” Jongin chokes on his words again.
“I didn’t know how to ask for help, I guess. So I just did--I just did what I
knew.” His voice gets smaller and smaller as he continues speaking and he
glances at his father.
Sehun looks over to the man he’s come to accept as some sort of role model. The
man who greets his boyfriend with open arms and never bat an eye at Luhan and
Sehun’s overly affectionate relationship. Sehun looks at his mother, who never
made Sehun feel unwanted or unloved when he came out to her. She treats Luhan
like another son, as invested in Luhan’s future as his own parents. Then he
remembers again how Jongin’s own mother reacted to finding out her husband
wasn’t straight, how she took every opportunity to put him down and undermine
him. He remembers everything Luhan told him and he feels…understanding. He’s
not fully accepting of Jongin’s apology, but he understands.
Jongin’s father reaches for his son again, taking his hand in his. “You know
I’ve always been here and willing to give you any and all support you need,
Jongin.” He looks over to Sehun’s mother. She nods. He continues, “And we’re
both here to help you get the help you need. If you’re abusing drugs and
alcohol as a way to cope, we need to get you help.” He gingerly touches the
bruise on Jongin’s chin.
“I’m not going to lie, son, you deserved a much worse bruise than that. I know
I taught you better than to touch someone without their permission, let alone
call them names because of who they love.” That statement alone confirms to
Sehun that Jongin’s dad indeed knows about Jongin must have heard from his ex-
wife. Jongin looks so ashamed and small.
Jongin looks back to Sehun. Bites his lower lip. Says, “I really  am  sorry,
Sehun. I know how badly I hurt Luhan that night and I know upset and angry I
made you when I did that to Kyungsoo.”
Sehun wants to be an asshole right now so badly. He glances at his parents;
they watch him expectantly. He groans. “Thanks for the apology. I still think
you’re an absolute shithead and until I’m proven otherwise, I’ll only be civil
because we’re stepbrothers.”
Sehun doesn’t wait for a response. He gets up and goes to his room, being sure
to slam it shut to punctuate his point. He hears his parents and Jongin talking
late into the night. More than once he hears Jongin crying, and he thinks maybe
also the sound of Jongin’s father crying too.
Sehun turns up the volume of Animal Crossing and falls asleep to their calm
sounds.
***
Jongin has officially fallen from grace. People only interact with him if they
have to. Sehun talks with Kyungsoo and Chanyeol and finds out that, yes, Jongin
had found them after school and after getting slapped again by Kyungsoo he had
indeed apologized profusely and genuinely. Turns out he had cried then too and
really had asked them to keep the apology to themselves.
“But,  why ?” Sehun’s perplexed by that whole thing. “Was he trying to save his
rep, or whatever? He completely ruined it now.” Kyungsoo shrugs. Chanyeol wraps
his long limbs around Kyungsoo and perches his chin on his boyfriend’s
shoulder. Kyungsoo smiles softly when Chanyeol presses a kiss to his temple.
“He said he wanted to apologize to everyone one on one first or something.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes as Chanyeol says this.
“That’s moronic. If people knew he’s apologized already, they’d stop treating
him like shit,” Sehun exclaims. Luhan pokes him in the side, raising an
eyebrow.
“You know that’s unlikely. You said yourself that you’re only being polite to
him because you  have  to be.” Sehun hates when Luhan is reasonable.
“But Kyungsoo is my best friend! Of  course  I’m going to still be pissed. Even
with an apology.” Sehun pouts and tries to look serious as he pushes his
glasses back up. Luhan coos at him before getting a face full of Sehun’s palm
pushing him away.
“I think there's more going on with him than we know,” Kyungsoo says. “I'm not
saying I've forgiven him or anything, but it seems like he's going through some
shit and isn't self aware enough to know how to deal.” Kyungsoo makes eye
contact with Sehun. He grimaces in response to his best friend.
“Well, our parents are getting him professional help or something. They think
he has a drug problem.” Sehun pulls Luhan closer, earning a little squeak from
his boyfriend. “Where's Dae at? He should be here by now.”
The two couples straighten up and look around. In the distance they can hear
kids from the playground screaming, but there's no sight of Jongdae.
“Maybe we should call him. He might’ve gotten detention again,” Chanyeol
suggests. That sounds about right.
“Jongdae never can keep his big ass mouth shut.” Kyungsoo gets gently hit by
Chanyeol, whose whole body is shaking with laughter.
“He probably cackled like a fuckin cartoon character again in the middle of Mr.
Whitehall’s lecture.” Sehun grins cheekily and enjoys how carefree his friends
react. It feels, almost, like the gloom of the past couple weeks has lifted.
A few minutes later, a very winded Jongdae stumbles up to their group, cheeks
red and eyes bright. He's got the biggest smile on his face.
“Baekhee invited me to her party this weekend!” His friends groan in unison.
Luhan stands up and brushes imaginary dirt off his back before walking up to
Jongdae.
“Jongdae. My dude. My man. Lil’ bro.  Everyone  is invited to that party.”
Jongdae frowns and shoves Luhan’s off his shoulders. He stomps his foot and
Sehun does his best to hide a laugh. Jongdae glares at him.
“That’s not the point,” Jongdae whines. “She asked  me , specifically! She
said,  and I quote! , ‘Dae, you’re coming this Friday right? It’d be super
chill if you were.’” He beams triumphantly after finishing his impression of
Baekhee.
“And that took her an hour to ask?” Jongdae flushes at Kyungsoo’s question and
fiddles with his sweater hem.
“I may have gotten detention again.” They all burst into laughter; Chanyeol
grabs the smaller boy and pulls him into a headlock. “Stop it! It’s not my
fault Mr. Whitehall has no sense of humor.”
Sehun points to Luhan and triumphantly declares, “You owe me ice cream!”
“How about I lick your dick like ice cream instead?” Luhan grins, eyebrows
wiggling and Sehun knows his face is beet red. Everyone else in the group
groans, Jongdae screaming something about, “ not needing that visual, gross, ”
and Kyungsoo and Chanyeol agree. Luhan abandons his smarmy expression and
instead pulls Sehun in for a gentle kiss. Butterflies start fluttering in
Sehun’s stomach and he knows he has the dumbest smile on his face when they
break apart.
They end up at Jongdae’s house, switching between pretending to study for their
finals and playing video games. Sehun catches himself more than once watching
Luhan. He tries hard to not think about how in two weeks his boyfriend will be
graduated and at the end of August moving across the country. At once point,
Luhan catches him staring. He breaks into a bright smile and leans over a
napping Jongdae to give him a kiss on his nose. Sehun ducks his down, cheeks
burning even though they’ve been dating for a while now.
“They’re being gross above me aren’t they,” comes Jongdae’s muffled voice.
Kyungsoo and Chanyeol glance up from their textbooks and snort. Jongdae rolls
onto his back and glares at Sehun and Luhan. “If you’re going to be gross, you
should just go be gross in one of your on rooms. I don’t wanna be a part of
your  emotions .”
Luhan bursts into laughter, sitting back on his heels and when he looks at
Sehun again his face is so fond and happy. Sehun feels like he’s about to
combust from how happy he feels.
 
Later that week Sehun has Luhan’s head nestled between his neck and shoulder
and he strokes up and down his boyfriend’s bare side. His mind races with all
the possibilities of what will happen when Luhan leaves. He knows he doesn’t
have anything to worry about, especially right now. He feels a sharp pain on
his shoulder and he jerks away from Luhan before giving his boyfriend a glare.
“You’re overthinking.” Sehun opens his mouth to deny it, but Luhan continues
before he can. “Don’t try to deny it. I can hear your brain spinning from
here.” Luhan pokes him in the middle of his forehead and Sehun wrinkles his
nose to express his distaste.
“Is anything going to change? Like, when you leave?” Sehun bites his bottom
lip, scared now that he’s put that out into the universe. Luhan looks
thoughtful as he lies back down, fingers tracing the lean lines of his
boyfriend’s body.
“Probably. It can’t be avoided,” Luhan starts slowly. He turns onto his side so
he can better see Sehun, who worries his lip. “We’ll have to Skype a lot. And
it’ll suck not being to hang out a lot.”
“You’re…not going to break up with me, are you?” Sehun refuses to look at Luhan
when he asks that. Luhan sits up so fast it’s like Sehun had burned him with
his words.
“Why would you think that?  How  could you think that?” Luhan’s hovering over
him, hair tousled and still naked from their previous fucking. Sehun still
refuses to meet his eyes.
“Well. Just. Have you seen yourself, Hannie? You’re so gorgeous and smart and
wonderful and kind and you’ll be in  college  and I’ll just be here, a dumb
high schooler.” Sehun will not cry. He will  not  cry about this. Not right
now, anyway.
Luhan sits back on his calves and pulls Sehun to him, forcing him to make eye
contact. He’s a little blurry in Sehun’s gaze since he doesn’t have his glasses
on, but Sehun doesn't need them to know what Luhan looks like: his forehead is
probably wrinkled, eyes worried, mouth drawn taut. “But you’re  also  gorgeous
and smart and wonderful and kind and have a booty to  kill  for. What makes you
think that once I’m gone all those boys who’ve been pining after you won’t try
and steal you from me?”
Sehun lets out an incredulous laugh and tries to pull away from Luhan. “There’s
no one pining after me.”
“Oh, sweetie. If you only knew,” Luhan whispers. He pulls Sehun in for a kiss;
it’s passionate, like Luhan is trying to prove that he means everything he just
said. Sehun lets himself melt into the kiss before Luhan is pulling away all
too soon. “I love you. It would take a lot more than someone fluttering their
eyes at me to change that.”
Sehun shakes his head, but for now, for now, he’s comforted.
***
Sehun notices that Jongin has gained the understanding, if not forgiveness, of
most people who knew about what had happened at Chanyeol’s parties. Their
parents had strictly forbidden Jongin from going to any of the parties, saying
the temptation to drink or do drugs would be too high, but Sehun has a feeling
it isn’t drugs or alcohol that caused Jongin’s problems. He notices that twice
a week his father picks up Jongin from school and they don’t get home until
dinnertime. When Sehun finally works up the courage to ask his mom about what
that was about, she sighs, and sits Sehun down.
“Your brother is struggling, as I think you know.” Sehun nods. She sighs again,
rubbing her temples. “He’s in therapy and once a week him and his father are
having sessions together since it looks like some of it is connected to his
mother.” Here Sehun watches how his mother doesn’t try to hide her disdain for
her husband’s ex-wife.
“So, he’s in therapy. Jongin doesn’t want people knowing, which is fine. We
weren’t trying to hide it or anything; at some point the therapist suggested
all of us coming in for a session or two, once he’s made more progress with
Jongin and your dad.” Sehun nods when his mother mother finishes speaking; if
this means Jongin will end up being less of an asshole, then maybe it’ll be
fine. He wants to see Jongin better, only if it’ll make living with him easier.
That’s what he tells himself anyway.
 
After finals are finished, their parents tentatively allow Jongin to go to one
of the many end of the year parties being hosted by many of his former friends.
Sehun begrudgingly agrees that he’ll make sure Jongin doesn’t get into much
trouble, Jongin blushing the whole time. Now Sehun is standing off to the side
watching Jongin standing the way he used to, all cocky and arrogant. But when
Sehun’s gaze lands on Jongin’s face, he can see the sneer is half-assed, eyes
anxious, like he’s not really sure the people here will accept him back into
the fold without his armor of assholery. Sehun almost feels bad for him.
“He seems better,” Kyungsoo remarks. He’s sipping on something that smells so
foul Sehun can smell it from a foot away. He crinkles his nose and pushes his
best friend’s cup further from him.
“What the fuck are you even drinking?” Sehun waves his hand in front of his
face. Kyungsoo shrugs in response and takes a long drink from the cup. Sehun
fake gags as his friend swallows. Kyungsoo never breaks eye contact through
this.
“It can’t taste much worse than your boyfriend,” Kyungsoo states dryly. Sehun
smacks his shoulder, retort ready on his tongue when someone taps on his
shoulder. He turns around and is surprised to see Jongin there.
“I’m gunna get some fresh air.” Jongin leans in close to make sure he’s heard.
Sehun stiffens at the movement and tells himself the zing that runs down his
spine is just because he hasn’t seen Luhan in a week. Sehun nods and gives his
stepbrother a thumbs up.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” he says in response. Jongin looks surprised.
“What?”
“I just--I dunno. I thought you’d insist on coming outside with me, or
something.” Jongin’s cocky posture is completely gone; Sehun glances around,
worried people might be watching.
“Dude, I only told mom and dad that I’d make sure you wouldn’t get into too
much trouble. I trust you to not do anything that’ll hurt them more than you
already have.” Sehun flings his hands over his mouth as soon as the words left
his mouth. Jongin visibly flinches, but he recovers quickly and nods and starts
to push his way through the crowd. Sehun swears under his breath and looks over
to Kyungsoo.
His best friend stands there, eyes wide. “Sehun. That was kind of fucked up,
man.”
“Shit, I know. I should go after him, right? I’m going after him.” Sehun
doesn’t wait for Kyungsoo’s response and pushes his way to the backdoor. He
steps out into the summer night and doesn’t see Jongin. He swears again and
starts to look around the side of the house, hoping to find his stepbrother or
at least maybe someone who saw where he went.
There’s only a couple there, getting way more intimate than Sehun wanted to see
so he moves back into the main area of the backyard. No Jongin in sight. He
goes back inside and tries to search the crowded house, but he can barely make
out who’s who in the dim lights. Someone grabs Sehun’s arm and he turns and
finds Baekhee standing there. She looks exasperated.
“Where’s your dumbass friend?” She’s slurring her speech a little. Sehun
doesn’t have time for this. He continues scanning the room. She tugs on his arm
again. “Hey! I asked you a question.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific than that,” Sehun replies, still
searching.
“The one with the pretty lips.” Baekhee sways a little bit. Sehun reaches out
to stabilize her.
“Kyungsoo?”
“No, the one that looks like I could break him if a breeze knocked him over.”
Sehun wracks his brain trying to figure out who she could possibly mean. And
then it clicks.
“Jongdae? I dunno, Baek. Sorry, but I really gotta go, okay? Try the beer
pong.” He finally pulls away from her and weaves through the crowd. He checks
the bathrooms next. No luck. Checks the bedrooms. Sehun really wishes he
hadn’t. Seems like Baekhee found Jongdae at least.
He finds Kyungsoo and Chanyeol in a corner, looking about three seconds from
finding a private place of their own. God, why did Luhan’s family have to be on
vacation now? Sehun pushes between the two of them, hoping his frantic
expression will be enough to kill their boners for now.
“I can’t find Jongin.” Kyungsoo glares at Sehun. Chanyeol just looks confused.
“Why do you care if you can’t find Jongin,” Chanyeol asks. He’s reaching around
Sehun to bring Kyungsoo close again. Sehun resolutely ignores the tent in his
friend’s pants.
“I promised our parents I’d keep an eye on him and then I said something stupid
to him and now I can’t find him and I’m  worried , okay?” He can already hear
Kyungsoo sighing.
“Have you tried calling him yet?” Yep, there’s the annoyed sigh Sehun had been
expecting. But, shit, that’s actually a really good idea, why didn’t Sehun
think of it. Sehun groans and pushes his way through the crowd and out the
front door. He glances around first to see if maybe Jongin had ended up here
instead, but only a few people are sat out front, chain smoking cigarettes.
They’re in  high school , Sehun thinks, there’s no way that’s seen as cool
these days.
He pulls out his phone and finds Jongin’s number. Sehun taps his foot
impatiently waiting for his stupid stepbrother to pick up. A month ago Sehun
wouldn’t have given a single solitary fuck if Jongin disappeared from a party.
In fact, he would probably feel so happy to not have Jongin’s judgemental
stares following him around the room.
But Sehun’s worried now. Jongin’s been trying. Sehun knows this. He’s seen it
at home when he helps their parents with chores without complaining too much.
Jongin doesn’t disrupt class anymore and doesn’t pick on unsuspecting victims.
Sehun’s seen him restrain himself from those bad habits. Even tonight, when
Jongin got a little bit closer than strictly necessary, Sehun hadn’t smelled
any strong liquor on him.
So Jongin is trying. But Sehun is still on edge around him.
Jongin doesn’t pick on Sehun’s first call, or his second, or even his third.
Sehun tries really hard to not panic. And then on his fifth attempt, Jongin
picks up.
“Oh thank fuck, Jongin where are you? Look, I’m sorry I didn’t thi--” Sehun
gets cut off by another sigh. Apparently Sehun is exasperating tonight.
“Don’t worry about it. I deserve worse than that.” It sounds like Jongin is
walking, if his breathing tells Sehun anything.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m not doing anything that’ll piss off mom and dad,” Jongin grumbles. Sehun
feels terrible all over again.
“Jongin, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I’ll come meet you.” Sehun waits for a
response. Then he hears someone calling Jongin’s name from the other line and
Jongin hangs up. A minute later Sehun receives a text.
From: Asshat Extraordinaire Jongin Kim
meeting with a friend. dont worry ill be home later.
 received: 00:13
                                         To: Asshat Extraordinaire Jongin Kim
            Okay. Let me know when you’re going home and I’ll meet you there.
                                                                    sent: 00:14
Sehun doesn’t hear from Jongin the rest of the night.
Their parents are asleep when Sehun gets home. No light on in the living room
to guide him to the stairs. The door to Jongin’s room is still open and when
Sehun pokes his head in, his bed is still a mess, sheets half on the floor
instead of pulled up and over a body. Worry gnaws at Sehun again. He decides
he’ll call Jongin again once he gets into his room.
Sehun sleepily walks into his room and flips on the lights. And is greeted with
someone passed out on his bed. The body groans and when it rolls over, flinging
an arm over its face, Sehun recognizes who it is.
“Jongin? What the fuck,” Sehun whisper-yells, walking over and shaking his
stepbrother awake. Jongin slaps blindly at Sehun. He’s just in his boxers and
when Sehun looks around his room, he sees the rest of Jongin’s clothes thrown
on the floor. Jongin clearly thought Sehun’s room was his, which makes no sense
seeing as they’re laid out completely differently. Sehun leans into Jongin’s
space, trying to see if his stepbrother’s breath smells as strongly of alcohol
as it must for him to make this type of mistake.
He’s about an inch or so away from Jongin’s face when the other teen finally
wakes up. Sehun jumps back, face burning in embarrassment. Jongin covers his
mouth with his hand and blinks sleepily at Sehun.
“What’re ya doin’ in my room?” His voice is so deep and raspy from sleep that
it sends another zing down Sehun’s spine.
“You’re in  my  room, dude.” Sehun points to his bed, not really sure how to
make that more clear. Jongin blinks, confused and sleepy.
“Huh. Cool.” Jongin lies back down and cocoons himself back up into Sehun’s
blankets. Sehun skwaks and tries to pull Jongin out of his bed.
“ JonginI, ” Sehun hisses. He’s starting to panic. “Jongin, you can’t sleep
here.” Jongin just grumbles as Sehun shakes him. Jongin finally rolls over, but
instead of getting up he pulls Sehun on top of him and then rolls the both of
them over so he’s clinging to a very terrified Sehun.
Sehun isn’t drunk enough for this to be happening.
“Jongin, you gotta let me go and go to your own room.” Jongin just grunts
again. “Jongin, I’m serious.”
“Shhh, it okay. Just sleep.” Jongin puts a hand over Sehun’s mouth and Sehun
seriously considers biting or licking that hand. Ultimately, though, he
relents. Sehun’s uncomfortable in his jeans, but he doesn’t want to risk trying
to get out of them with Jongin in bed. He eventually falls into a restless
sleep.
When he wakes up the next morning, Jongin is gone and so are his clothes.
There’s a glass of water and two painkillers on his bedside table. Sehun
snorts; he’s pretty sure he’s not the one who needs those. He blindly feels
around for his phone and is impressed that it’s battery hadn’t run out during
the night. He plugs it in to charge and checks his texts. There’s one from
Luhan sent not long after Sehun got home. Then Sehun notices that the group
chat exploded sometime during the night, probably from Jongdae relaying too
much information about whatever him and Baekhee got up to. Above that is one
from Jongin, sent a couple hours ago.
From: Asshat Extraordinaire Jongin Kim
sorry i slept in your bed last night. i guess i was more fucked up than i
thought. pls dont tell mom and dad.
 received: 8:47
From: Asshat Extraordinaire Jongin Kim
im not mad btw about what you said. but you do owe me food or something.
 received: 8:58
Sehun chuckles to himself and throws his covers off and peels himself out of
his jeans. As he walks into the bathroom he hears his parents downstairs
chatting. He can hear Jongin’s dumb laugh and he subconsciously smiles, feeling
warmth in his chest knowing that Jongin was happy too.
 
Sehun doesn’t mention the bed thing to anyone and Jongin never brings it up.
Sehun makes sure to bring home an extra pack of peanut butter Oreos for Jongin
and offers a smoke session the next time their parents have a date night. He
starts inviting Jongin to hang out with his friends, as long as he knows
Kyungsoo and Chanyeol won’t be there. Kyungsoo claims he has no ill feelings
towards the other teen, but Sehun knows Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo will say he’s over
something when in actuality he just buried it deep beneath his snarky exterior.
Sehun makes note to talk with Kyungsoo again about how he’s doing soon.
Luhan doesn’t seem to mind that Jongin is spending more time with them. Sehun
doesn’t understand why Luhan always has to loop a possessive arm around him
whenever Jongin gets close. Jongin doesn’t seem to understand what personal
space is; he frequently gets up in Sehun’s and Luhan’s faces when telling a
story or if he finds something particularly funny. Sehun finds it endearing.
“You don’t have to be hanging all over me, Han. It’s just Jongin,” Sehun says
while Jongin is in the bathroom while they’re hanging out one day. “It’s not
like he’s into men anyway.”
Luhan just stares pensively in the direction of the bathroom. “Yeah, well, I
can’t help it. Sometimes he just.” Luhan narrows his eyes.
“He just what,” Sehun pushes. He feels like there’s acid in his stomach trying
to work its way up to his throat watching Luhan try to think up something to
say.
“I don’t know. It’s just a hunch.” Luhan sighs and kisses Sehun’s nose,
effectively distracting his boyfriend from his worries. “I’m glad you’re
getting along with your stepbrother. Just. Be careful.”
Sehun’s about to ask him what Luhan could even mean, but they’re interrupted by
Jongin excitedly running up to them.
The thing is, Sehun really likes spending time with Jongin. Sometimes he lets
his dickish side get the better of him, but Sehun finds he doesn’t mind
anymore. Their improved relationship clearly pleases their parents and Jongin’s
therapist says he’s impressed with Jongin’s progress. He overhears the guy tell
their parents that, “The rate at which Jongin has come to accept himself and
learning cope with his past traumas is astonishing.” He strains to hear what
else is said but then Jongin is sitting down next to him and handing him one of
his candies.
“I think that receptionist likes you, dude,” Jongin says through his chewing.
Sehun scrunches his nose and glances over to the receptionist in question.
She’s pretty, definitely a college student. She catches his glance and waves
cutely at Sehun. He blushes and Jongin laughs loudly.
“Too bad. Not only am I in a relationship, I’m  super  gay.” Sehun picks at his
nails to avoid embarrassing himself further. “Besides, what makes you think
she’s not into you?” He looks sideways at Jongin, who’s leaning back in the
sofa with a thoughtful look on his face.
“I mean, she might be. But trying to hit on your therapist’s receptionist is
probably, like, ethically not great?” Jongin still looks oddly serious. Sehun
snorts.
“The word you’re looking for is ‘unethical.’” Jongin grunts a confirmation.
“Besides, uhm, there’s someone I, ah.” Jongin laughs softly. He looks…bashful.
Sehun raises his eyebrows when he realizes what Jongin is trying to say.
“Ohhh, does reformed bad boy Jongin Kim have a  crush ?” Sehun pokes Jongin in
the sides, smiling at the reaction he gets.
“I dunno. There’s just.” Jongin looks dreamily into the middle distance. So
dramatic. “There’s someone I’d like to get to know a bit better. That’s all.”
Jongin tucks his chin to his chest. His blush is so pretty and Sehun wants to
kiss his cheeks and coo at him. Sehun shakes his head trying to get that
thought out of his head. What the hell? He’s glad it’s date night with Luhan,
Sehun feels like he’s back to pining for his boyfriend all over again and he
does not like it.
 
He finds himself spread out on Luhan’s bed, wrists tied to the headboard, Luhan
jerking himself as he watches Sehun struggle to try and get stimulation from
the small vibrater that’s wedged between his ass cheeks. Eventually Luhan cums
all over Sehun’s chest before switching the vibrating butt plug for a dildo and
he bobs his head up and down Sehun’s cock, clearly enjoying the way Sehun
whines and tries not to buck up into his boyfriend’s inviting mouth.
By the time Sehun is spilling down Luhan’s throat, Luhan is half hard again.
“I think you have another round in you,” he murmurs into Sehun’s thighs after
he licks his lips clean. Sehun whines and nods. Luhan gently presses his cock
into Sehun who archs off the mattress and lets out a long whimper. He’s still
so sensitive, but they recently discovered that Sehun loves the feeling of
being fucked until his nerves tingle with every touch.
He cums weakly between him and Luhan as Luhan eats his own cum out of Sehun’s
ass. They’re both completely spent. Sehun tries to fight off sleep, knowing
he’ll need to get up at some point to shower with Luhan.
“I’m going to miss this,” Luhan whispers while shampooing Sehun’s hair. Sehun
peaks at Luhan. His expression is soft and remorseful. Sehun feels his chest
clench. There’s only a month left before Luhan leaves.
“Yeah, getting fucked on a daily basis is pretty sweet,” Sehun responds
lightly. He doesn’t want to cry. Though he could always blame it on shampoo
getting in his eyes. Luhan chuckles weakly.
“Yeah that is pretty great.” Sehun starts to shampoo Luhan’s hair as his
boyfriend continues, “But cuddling you is better.”
Sehun isn't crying, not at all, it's just leftover shampoo getting in his eyes.
He sniffles, though, and Luhan turns around and he's crying too and Sehun can't
deny how scared he is that Luhan won't want him anymore once he gets to
college. Luhan pulls him in for a soapy kiss and they hold each other like that
for longer than what is probably strictly necessary.
“I love you so much,” Sehun finally chokes out.
“I love you too,” comes Luhan’s response. He shuts off the water and wraps them
both in a hilariously large towel and waddles them both back to his room.
The rest of their night is reserved; even their heated game of League feels
subdued to Sehun. There's less angry yelling than usual, even though their team
loses three times in a row. They fuck again, but it's slow, deep, with Sehun
taking Luhan apart, piece by piece. They don't bother cleaning up and instead
fall asleep with cum drying on their bodies, but warm and in each other's arms.
***
Luhan has to go and visit some relatives for a few days. Sehun hasn’t felt this
lonely since his biological dad died. He tells himself that’s why he finds his
way to his stepbrother’s room late one night, where Jongin sits in his bed,
scrolling through his phone.
Sehun lifts up the covers and presses his back against Jongin’s side. They’ve
done this a few times since that one night, but it’s almost always Jongin who
initiates it, stumbling into Sehun’s room after a night out with whoever his
new friend is. He never smells strongly of anything, so Sehun figures he
must’ve gotten better at hiding whatever it is he does for kicks these days.
Sehun doesn’t let himself entertain the possibility Jongin is faking to spend
more time with him.
But tonight Sehun is the lonely one and instead of putting up a fuss like Sehun
does, he just welcomes his stepbrother into his warmth. Jongin doesn’t move to
cuddle him or anything, just continues what he was doing before Sehun
interrupted him. After a little while Sehun flips over to face Jongin and
pouts. Jongin pokes his nose.
“What’s that look for? Missing your gross boyfriend?” Sehun sticks his tongue
out childishly, but ultimately nods. Jongin gives him a small smile before
leaning over him and plugging his phone in. Jongin smells like most teen boys;
a heavy dose of strong aftershave and a little bit like sweat and flesh. It
makes Sehun miss Luhan more.
Jongin switches off his light and shuffles down until he’s face to face with
Sehun. He stares Sehun full in the face and Sehun isn’t sure if he should feel
uncomfortable or not, but he does feel his face heating up. He’s grateful it’s
pretty dark in the room so Jongin won’t see how red he’s becoming. Eventually
Jongin rolls onto his back and Sehun supposes it’s time to sleep.
“Sehun,” comes a timid whisper. Sehun opens one eye to find Jongin’s face
turned towards him. He hums a response. “Can--can I tell you something?” Sehun
hums again.
“It’s. Uhm. It’s really personal,” Jongin mumbles.
“Oh.” Sehun tries to wake his sleepy brain back up. “Okay.”
“Promise you won’t judge me?” Jongin sounds nervous through the dark.
“Promise,” Sehun responds. He means it.
“I. Ah, I kinda--” Jongin cuts himself off. Sehun can see him chewing on the
inside of his cheek facing him so he pokes it gently to try and get him to
stop. Jongin flinches a little. Sehun pulls his hand back, muttering an
apology. Jongin just shakes his head and takes a deep breath.
“I’m.” Jongin turns to look at Sehun again. Sehun thinks he looks like he’s
trying to decide if he should really say what’s on his mind. Sehun makes what
he hopes is an encouraging noise.
“I think I like boys.” Jongin says it so quietly and with such hesitance, Sehun
almost misses it. Sehun blinks, his brain catching up and processing what
Jongin just said to him. He must have taken too long to respond because Jongin
says, “Forget it. I don’t know. Whatever.”
And then he’s pouting and it looks like he’s about to roll over so all Sehun
will see is a wall and Sehun doesn’t  want  Jongin to wall him out he wants to
know more about this. Wants to know how long Jongin’s known he likes boys and
girls, if that’s why he always was such a dick about him and Luhan and then
Sehun is grabbing Jongin’s wrist to drag him to face him and Sehun just has  so
many  questions.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m just half-asleep.” Sehun takes a deep breath.  Just ask him
, his brain yells at him.  Ask him what, though?
“D-does this have to do with the person you have a crush on,” Sehun asks
instead. A safe question. Jongin blinks and he’s chewing on the inside of his
cheek again. It’s because he’s so tired Sehun thinks it looks so cute. Luhan
does that sometimes. Sehun misses Luhan so much and he’s only been gone two
days.
He refocuses on Jongin who looks nervous again. He’s avoiding Sehun’s eyes when
he says, “Yeah, something like that.”
“Something like that,” Sehun repeats. He feels stupid, like he’s missing
something big, but he’s tired so that’s probably all it is.
“I’m glad you told me,” Sehun says. Jongin nods, but he’s already turning to
face away from him.
***
It’s hot. Too hot and Sehun is honestly grateful that his mom never threw out
the kiddie pool from when him and Kyungsoo were still the same height. He and
Luhan lazily sit in the lukewarm water, sucking on popsicles. Kyungsoo,
Chanyeol, Jongdae, and Jongin are engaged in an intense water gun showdown,
with Jongdae currently taking the brunt of their attacks.
“Fools!” Jongdae gets a face full of water from Jongin then. He sputters.
Continues, “You think this is  losing ? You have all fallen into my trap!” He
cackles when everyone realizes they’re out of water and he pulls out a bucket
full of water balloons and launches them at the other teens. Sehun and Luhan
giggle doing their best to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. Sehun glances
up and sees Baekhee peering fondly over her sunglasses and watching Jongdae run
around.
“You really need better taste in men,” Sehun calls over to her. She laughs and
settles back into the patio chair.
“You’re right, Sehun. But he’s just so  cute  when he begs.” She bites her lip
and Luhan laughs loud and long splashing water at her, yelling about how gross
that was. Sehun barely hears the back door creak open over the sounds of summer
surrounding him. He does, however, hear the door swing shut. When he looks up,
his dad and an unfamiliar teen stand there, the boy looking uncomfortable until
he spots Jongin.
“Nini!” The Unknown Teen Boy shouts happily and runs over to Jongin who looks
shocked. Sehun almost misses the look of panic when he glances over at Sehun.
But he probably imagined it, Sehun tells himself. His smile is bright and
genuine when the boy hugs him tight. When the Unknown Teen Boy spots Chanyeol
he shouts again and gives the taller boy a huge hug. Chanyeol looks so
surprised and uncertain how he should be acting.
“Taemin? Holy shit, what are you doing here?” Chanyeol’s dopey smile spreads
quickly, overtaking his uncertain expression. Unknown Teen Boy--Taemin?--throws
his head back and laughs. He’s pretty, Sehun observes. He looks…Taemin looks a
lot like Jongin, he realizes. Sehun glances over Luhan. His boyfriend passively
sucks on his popsicle, a bemused expression on his face. Luhan isn’t watching
Taemin, Sehun slowly notices. He’s watching how Jongin keeps finding different
ways to hold onto Taemin, and the other boy returns the manhandling just as
much. Taemin pokes at Jongin’s sides, runs his hands appreciatively up and down
Jongin’s chest, teasing about how he used to be so  scrawny  and now he
“probably needs a license for those guns.” Jongin goes bright red when Taemin
says that and Taemin is laughing loud and he turns to Kyungsoo and introduces
himself and Kyungsoo seems to find this Jongin-lookalike acceptable because he
smiles. Maybe it’s actually heatstroke, because Sehun doesn't trust this kid.
“I don’t trust him,” Luhan says quiet enough so only Sehun can hear. He’s
surprised to hear Luhan shares the same sentiments, but he nods and makes a
note to ask him about it later. But Luhan gets up anyway, chewing on the
popsicle stick. He pulls Sehun along with him and saunters over to Taemin
flirting shamelessly with both Bakehee and Jongdae. Jongin’s watching with the
biggest, happiest smile Sehun has seen on him in a long time. Sehun
feels…something close to jealousy. Before he can figure out why though, Taemin
turns and spots him, expression excited and surprised.
“Oh, so  you’re  the stepbrother I’ve been hearing so much about!” Taemin gives
Jongin a conspiratorial look. “Nini never said you were so  sexy  though.”
Sehun pushes his prescription sunglasses up and crosses his arms over his
torso, hoping he’s already a little pink from the sun.
“And I’m his boyfriend, Luhan,” Luhan chirps. He gives Taemin a dazzling smile,
but there’s a little bite to it. Taemin looks between Luhan, Sehun, and Jongin
before a look of understanding dawns on him. He smiles again and nods.
“You two are really hot. You into thre--” Jongin covers Taemin’s mouth and
laughs nervously. Taemin bites Jongin’s palm and Jongin jumps back and away
from his childhood best friend. Sehun mutters something about needing another
popsicle before slipping inside. Luhan follows and watches him as he
intentionally takes forever to choose a flavor.
“Sehun, hurry up and choose, darling, you’re wasting energy,” his mom calls
from the living room. Sehun groans and just grabs whatever is on top and slams
the freezer door shut.
Luhan is still studying him. Sehun licks up the popsicle, the way he knows
Luhan likes. He smirks when he pops the top of it into his mouth. Luhan’s eyes
darken and he presses into Sehun’s space. This time Luhan licks up and then
deep throats the cold sweet. Sehun is suddenly very warm and very much needs a
cold shower. Luhan grins cheekily as he pulls off and rubs Sehun’s crotch to
feel a slight bulge there.
When Luhan kisses him, he tastes like the popsicle and his lips are sticky and
Sehun is pretty sure he’s going to need to get another popsicle soon. He’s
still pressed against the fridge and Sehun is acutely aware of the fact that
his mother and possibly father are just a room away. Luhan’s hands skirt up his
side. His thigh presses against Sehun’s groin and Sehun chokes on his tongue
trying to keep quiet. He feels Luhan smile into the kiss.
Someone clears their throat from the door. Luhan and Sehun jump away from each
other, wiping off their lips. Taemin and Jongin stand there; Jongin’s blushing,
which Sehun finds weird because he’s definitely caught Jongin in more
compromising positions and the same goes for Jongin. Taemin looks like the cat
that caught the canary, even if Sehun isn’t entirely sure what that means.
Jongin grabs Taemin’s arm to pull him away and mutters, “We’ll come back
later.”
Sehun and Luhan stare at each other before laughing.
“You’d think he never caught us before,” Luhan gasps, wiping a tear from his
eye. Sehun nods and tries to breathe in normally.
“Or that I literally haven’t seen him face fucking Baekhee before,” Sehun
finally wheezes. When he looks at Luhan, his boyfriend looks stunned. Oh shit,
that’s right, Sehun hadn’t told anyone about that night. “Uhhhh, it was totally
an accident. I came home stoned and they were in the living room and then I ran
to my room, it wasn’t anything weird, or something.”
Sehun panics with the way Luhan stares at him blankly. Maybe Luhan is pissed at
him and wants nothing to do with him now. He sounds like a perv, watching his
stepbrother facefuck his ex-girlfriend. There’s no way Sehun can un-say what
just slipped out of his mouth, so he just stuffs the half-melted popsicle into
his mouth.
“Why didn’t you tell me before,” Luhan finally says. His voice is carefully
monotone. Sehun shivers.
“I didn’t want to remember it,” he lies. Luhan doesn’t need to know that from
time to time he dreams about being spit roasted on his boyfriend’s and
stepbrother’s dicks.
Luhan nods. Sehun isn’t sure he buys it.
“Are you mad?” Sehun tosses the sticky popsicle into the sink, fiddling with
the faucet before washing his hands.
“No,” Luhan says. It sounds like he’s telling the truth so Sehun looks at him.
Luhan’s face is thoughtful. “It’s not like you  wanted  to see that, so I guess
that’s why you didn’t tell me.” Sehun nods quickly, cheeks pink just thinking
about it.
“It’s nice he’s not sneering and being homophobic anymore, though.” Sehun tries
to steer the conversation away from that night. Luhan seems to take the bait
and smiles softly.
“Yeah, that is nice,” he says as he steps next to Sehun at the sink and washes
off the remnants of the popsicle. “Do you think him and Taemin are dating?”
Sehun thinks about Jongin’s response from the night he came out to Sehun.
Yeah, something like that.  Maybe Taemin is the guy Jongin meant? Sehun feels a
little disappointed by that.
“Maybe. I dunno. I’ve never met him before now, though.” Sehun takes Luhan by
the hand and leads him to the backyard. Taemin and Jongin are sitting in the
shade. Their heads are bent close together and they’re wearing matching smiles.
“They seem to like each other,” Kyungsoo observes. He walks up to Sehun and
Luhan and quirks an eyebrow. “That’s what you were talking about, right?
Chanyeol firmly believes they could  never , something about being as close as
brothers.” He takes a long-drawn sip from his soda and watches as his boyfriend
joins them.
“He’s never mentioned Taemin before. Definitely not to me.” Sehun tries his
best to not sound like he’s been put out, that he maybe, sorta  cares  that
Jongin isn’t telling him everything.
“He doesn’t have to tell you everything Hunnie.” Of course Luhan would be
reasonable about this. Sehun pouts at his boyfriend who leans up and gives him
a kiss. Kyungsoo snorts and mutters a, “cute,” under his breath.
“He seems to make Jongin happy. At least there’s that.” Kyungsoo walks away to
join his boyfriend who’s fully immersed into whatever the old friends were
talking about.
“I don’t trust him still,” Luhan murmurs. Sehun nods.
“I don’t trust him at all.”
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