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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      EXO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Huang_Zi_Tao_|_Tao/Oh_Sehun, Oh_Sehun/Zhang_Yi_Xing_|_Lay, Oh_Sehun/Park
      Chanyeol, Kim_Jongin_|_Kai/Oh_Sehun, Byun_Baekhyun/Oh_Sehun, Do_Kyungsoo
      |_D.O/Oh_Sehun, Oh_Sehun/Wu_Yi_Fan_|_Kris, Kim_Jongdae_|_Chen/Oh_Sehun,
      Kim_Joonmyun_|_Suho/Oh_Sehun, Kim_Minseok_|_Xiumin/Lu_Han/Oh_Sehun
  Character:
      Oh_Sehun
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Fantasizing, Alternate_Universe_-_High
      School
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-04 Completed: 2014-09-07 Chapters: 11/11 Words: 19533
****** the golden rule ******
by unniebee
Summary
     Oh Sehun is an awkward and perpetually horny high school freshman
     with a bad habit of daydreaming about his sexy classmates while at
     school. Eventually, someone notices.
***** tao *****
The summer between junior high and high school was a rough one for Oh Sehun,
because he was kind of a late bloomer, and puberty hit him like a freight
train. He shot up four centimeters in three months, though he didn’t put on any
weight so the end result was sort of stretched out. His skin started freaking
out, and his voice was suddenly breaking every time he spoke. But all of that
wasn’t the worst part.
No, the worst part was how his cock was suddenly interested in everything.
Pretty noona walks by on the street? Instant erection. Slightly suggestive
comment on a blog? Straight to his cock. Best friend pats him on the back? Bam,
hard. Even fucking laundry detergent commercials were starting to cause issues.
There was something wrong with him.
So even though Sehun was excited to be walking into his new academic home, a
well-known all-boys school for the arts that he was extremely proud to have
gotten into, he was pretty nervous, too. Because he was sure his cock was going
to get him into trouble.
He wasn’t wrong.
 
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The pressure of learning the campus, his schedule, his classes kept Sehun
pretty busy in the first week. It wasn’t until the first Friday, when he was
finally starting to get a handle on being a high school student, that his cock
decided to be - no pun intended - a dick.
Predictably, it happened in gym class. The instructor had commanded them to run
laps around the sports field. Now, Sehun was not a runner by any means, but he
had pretty good stamina from years of dancing and was content to just take it
easy and do his laps at a steady pace. This resulted in him being passed by the
majority of the class as they went by.
And then, the most spectacular ass jogged past him, and before Sehun knew what
he was doing he’d sped up just enough to match pace with the boy, several steps
behind.
He tried not to stare. Really he did. But it was difficult not to - the
rhythmic bouncing of those two firm, rounded globes, lovingly caressed by the
thin, cheap jersey material of the school-issued gym shorts, was utterly
hypnotizing. Eventually, his eyes wandered, and he realized the rest of the
boy’s body was just as stunning, sweat-soaked t-shirt stretched across broad
shoulders and strong, well-formed legs pumping easily as he ran.
Sehun bit his lip and wondered what it would be like to palm that perfect ass,
to squeeze and caress it. It looked like it would be firm, with just a little
squish, but maybe it was soft and jiggly, or maybe it was hard with muscle. The
rest of the boy’s body certainly looked hard, tall and lean and athletic, and
his pale skin looked so smooth, slick with sweat and flushed with heat, begging
to be touched. Sehun wanted to peel the t-shirt off him and bite at his
shoulderblades, taste his sweat, and pull those slim hips back so that gorgeous
ass was pressing against his cock and oh fuck oh fuck why was he thinking about
this right now these shorts were NOT going to hide his hard-on!
Also, apparently it was difficult to jog while erect.
Good to know.
Feeling himself flush in shame and hoping it would just look like exertion,
Sehun risked a quick glance around and was relieved to see that no one seemed
to have noticed his...situation. He quickly reached down and adjusted himself,
pushing his cock up to pin it under the waistband of his underwear. He tugged
at his shirt to make sure he was totally covered, and while so distracted, was
not looking where he was going and jogged directly into someone.
“Oof!” he said, and the poor schmuck he’d bowled into echoed his sentiment.
Mortified, Sehun immediately started bowing and apologizing. He stopped mid-
word when he looked up and realized the guy he’d hit was sexy ass guy.
Fuck.
Worse still, now Sehun could see his face, and of course he was gorgeous. Of
fucking course he was. He couldn’t have been a troll, nope, he had to be all
intense dark eyes and wavy long fringe and cheekbones.
Fuck everything.
“You okay?” the boy asked, and was that a goddamned accent Sehun heard?
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you’d slowed down, I wasn’t looking,” Sehun
babbled, thinking at least not right at that moment.
The boy gave him an odd look. “Um, okay. The teacher told us to stop, didn’t
you hear?”
Nope. Too busy fixing the problem you caused in my pants. “Uh, no, I guess
not.” And yep, that was definitely an accent. Chinese maybe? There were quite a
few Chinese students at the school, he’d heard. “I was distracted. Sorry,” he
apologized again.
The boy accepted that. “We’re supposed to stretch,” he informed Sehun, who
looked around and realized, yep, the other boys had stopped and were stretching
out their legs. Whoops.
He looked back to say thanks, only to see that the boy had spread his legs out
wide and was fucking bent in half, hands on the ground and ass in the air. And
he was goddamn flexible.
Sehun made a small, choked noise, and his cock pulsed in greedy agreement in
his shorts.
Panicking, Sehun dropped to the ground and folded into a forward heel stretch.
Fortunately, years of dancing gave him the flexibility to drop his head almost
all the way to his knees, completely hiding his crotchal region. His cock dug
uncomfortably into his stomach but at least no one else could see it.
“What’s your name?” the boy asked suddenly, looking up from his stretch and
flicking his hair out of his eyes with a little head-toss that practically made
Sehun whimper.
He tried to answer, but his voice cracked on the first syllable. Wincing, he
tried again. “Sehun.”
The boy nodded. “I’m Zitao.” He unfolded and pulled one heel up behind him,
stretching out his quads. His arms were almost as sexy as his legs, which Sehun
found both exciting and extremely unfair.
They made small talk for a few minutes, and walked back to the locker room
together, and Sehun averted his eyes when Zitao was changing and thought that
it was nice that he’d made his first high school friend, even if that friend
left him with a raging erection that he was now going to have to deal with for
the rest of the day.
***** yixing *****
In science class, unlike the rest of Sehun’s classes, students were sat in
pairs at lab tables rather than singular desks. Sehun’s lab partner was a
second-year named Yixing, and he seemed to be perpetually somewhere else,
either staring off into space blankly or doodling in the margins of his
notebook or asleep.
He was asleep now, slumped forward on the desk with his sweatshirt balled up
between his folded arms and his cheek, face turned towards Sehun with a
peaceful expression. No one else seemed to notice or care that Yixing was
sleeping in class.
Sehun tried to concentrate on the lecture, but today was particularly boring.
He didn’t blame Yixing for falling asleep. Casting his eyes around for
something more interesting to look at than formulas scribbled on a whiteboard,
Sehun found his gaze settling on Yixing’s peaceful, slack features.
More specifically, on his lips.
His upper lip was delicately shaped, with a deep bow in the center. His lower,
in contrast, was thick and soft-looking. Parted in sleep, a little glimpse of
teeth and tongue could just barely be seen between them.
Yixing was very pretty in general, and his lips were very nice in particular,
and Sehun found himself idly wondering what it would be like to lean down and
kiss him, right now, while he was still sleeping. He imagined pressing his lips
to Yixing’s, maybe sweeping his tongue against Yixing’s lower lip. It would
take a moment for Yixing to wake up enough to realize what was happening, and
then he would sigh, maybe blink a few times, dark eyes liquid and sleepy. He’d
smile a little against Sehun’s lips, and kiss him back, one hand coming out
from under his makeshift pillow to pull Sehun closer.
Sehun’s eyes fluttered closed as he imagined, in vivid detail, the texture and
taste of Yixing’s lips, the little sounds he would make as Sehun kissed him.
Imagined his hands in Yixing’s hair, fingers rubbing over the short-cropped
part on the sides and dragging through the long, silky part on top. Then he
felt hands on him, on his face, his arms, his hair; dropping down below the
desk to slide up his thighs and -
A wooden ruler slammed down on the desk between Sehun and Yixing, making them
both jump.
“Are we boring you, boys?” the teacher asked pointedly. “Zhang, how about you
answer number 3 on the board for us?”
Yixing blinked at him blearily, then stood and made his way to the front of the
class. Sehun kept his eyes down and thanked any higher power that might be
listening that the teacher hadn’t called on him. Standing up would be...a bit
embarrassing at the moment.
Somehow, Yixing managed to answer the problem. The teacher grunted at him in
grudging satisfaction and indicated Yixing could sit back down. Yixing bowed
and returned to his desk, shooting Sehun a dimpled smile and a little wink as
he did so. Sehun crossed his legs tightly and smiled back at him as best as he
could manage.
***** chanyeol *****
In a school full of artists, dancers, actors and musicians, gaining a
reputation as ‘that artsy guy who plays guitar’ was a pretty big
accomplishment. But second-year Park Chanyeol had managed it, mostly by virtue
of the fact that he was always out in the courtyard playing.
Sehun stumbled across Chanyeol a few weeks into school, when he’d been looking
for a quiet place to study in between his last class and dance club auditions.
The tall, lanky upperclassman was sprawled out on the grass under a tree,
guitar in his lap, lost in his own world.
Later, Sehun would find that during lunch, the courtyard would be full of
Chanyeol’s friends and admirers, cheering him on or making requests. But right
then the courtyard was empty, save the two of them, and Sehun settled down at a
picnic table to work.
At first, he was quite productive. It wasn’t long, however, before he found
himself with his pen in his mouth, his chin in his hand, and his eyes glued to
Chanyeol across the courtyard.
It was really sexy, he mused, how totally lost in the music Chanyeol was. His
eyes were closed, head bowed, and though his bleached and permed hair made him
look a little bit like a poodle Sehun thought the way the afternoon sunlight
gleamed off of his golden curls was really attractive. They couldn’t quite hide
the boy’s ears though, large and round and peeking out from under his hair, and
that was kind of unfairly attractive, too.
It was his hands, though, that really caught Sehun’s attention. They were
perfect musician’s hands, meant for piano or guitar or something equally
difficult, wide square palms and long fingers, crisscrossed with a pattern of
veins and tendons that shifted as they moved.
It was easy to imagine those hands caressing Sehun’s skin the way they caressed
the guitar, the strength in them as they pressed into muscles currently sore
from all the practicing Sehun had been doing in preparation for this audition.
Easy to imagine, as he watched Chanyeol’s fingers slide down the strings, that
those fingers were sliding into Sehun’s mouth.
Sehun sucked unconsciously on his pen, imagining in crystal clear detail the
callouses on Chanyeol’s fingers, and what it would feel like to run his tongue
over them. Imagining the upperclassman’s eyes fluttering closed in bliss, not
because of music but because of Sehun’s mouth.
Then imagining those fingers, soaked in Sehun’s own spit, wrapping around
Sehun’s cock and playing him like that guitar.
Closing his eyes, Sehun could practically feel Chanyeol’s lean body pressed
close to his, arm twisted at the slightly odd angle that was necessary when one
had their hand down someone else’s pants, his blond curls brushing Sehun’s nose
and his deep voice murmuring in Sehun’s ear.
Sehun had never had another person’s hands on him, but he knew it must feel
different than his own hands, soft and familiar. Chanyeol’s grip would be
strong, his palms warm and rough, his movements utterly sure as he jerked
Sehun’s cock. Imagining calloused fingers stroking roughly up the underside,
squeezing and rubbing and maybe twisting a little, Sehun moaned quietly.
The sound of his own voice shocked him out of his reverie, and Sehun’s eyes
shot open. Fortunately, it seemed that Chanyeol had not heard him, either
because of the music or because of the distance between them. Either way, Sehun
decided discretion was the better part of valor and immediately packed up his
things, glancing at his cell phone as he did so. He had fifteen minutes before
the audition.
Sparing one more look at Chanyeol - who glanced up as he was leaving and shot
him a truly unfair smile - Sehun decided to hit the bathroom. There was no way
he was going to go to the audition with his pants in their current condition.
***** jongin *****
Sehun passed his audition, to his surprise and elation, one of only three
freshmen to make it. Apparently, in a school full of artists, Dance Club was
actually quite exclusive.
His lab partner Yixing was already in the club, which surprised the heck out of
Sehun until he first saw the upperclassman dance and the perpetually glazed-
over look was replaced with hard-hitting movement and an intense look of
concentration that Sehun found hot as hell. And Zitao, his sexy friend from gym
class, was one of the other two first years to pass the audition, so Sehun
resigned himself to a year of hiding inappropriate boners from his clubmates.
He was prepared to deal with his out-of-control libido when it came to Zitao
and Yixing, even when the two of them started messing around on the floor and
calling each other names in Chinese (so fucking unfair!), so for the most part
he was managing okay. He’d been a dancer his whole life; by now he was used to
looking in the mirror and seeing half a dozen perfect bodies moving in unison.
What he hadn’t counted on was the third freshman, Kim Jongin, and his fucking
mouth.
One of the first things they did was ask all the new people, freshman or not,
to put together a short freestyle to show off their capabilities to the club.
Sehun had gone first, and he thought he had done pretty well; but then Jongin
took the floor and Sehun’s jaw dropped.
Jongin was nearly as quiet as Sehun, tall, tanned and dark haired, with a far
more perfect body than any sixteen year old boy had any right to have. He moved
like nothing Sehun had ever seen before, a completely different style from
Yixing’s sharp popping or Tao’s strong, wild grace or Sehun’s own precision. He
moved like he was made of liquid, not flesh; like there wasn’t a bone in his
body. It was utterly mesmerizing.
His fucking mouth, though, was what killed Sehun dead. In the past week Jongin
had said very little, smiled very little, seemingly very shy and quiet. But
when he took to the dance floor, evidently he became a completely different
person, all body rolls and come-hither eyes and lip-biting and snarling and
jesus fuck. Sehun pulled his knees into his chest to hide his crotch and bit
the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning aloud. Jongin had some of the
thickest, plushest lips he’d ever seen in his life, curves exaggerated like a
woman in a Renaissance painting, and with the wicked way he was smirking and
licking them it was far too easy to picture pushing him to his knees and
fucking his mouth.
Sehun’s hands clenched tightly against the legs of his sweatpants. He would
slide his hands into Jongin’s soft, dark hair and guide his head forward until
Sehun’s cock was all the way down Jongin’s throat. Jongin’s eyes would flutter
closed, long dark lashes splayed against his cheek, and he would start bobbing,
sliding up and down on Sehun’s cock, moaning softly and lapping his tongue
skillfully up the underside.
He knew it was dumb, that a sixteen-year-old boy was much more likely to be a
virgin than a sex god no matter how he moved his body, but in his fantasy
Jongin was the well-practiced slut his dancing advertised. He knew exactly what
he was doing, exactly how badly Sehun wanted him, and exactly how to drive
Sehun out of his mind with lust.
Closing his eyes, Sehun could almost feel the soft, wet heat of those lips,
that tongue. Could almost hear the quiet slurping noises, the labored
breathing, the moans. Fantasy Jongin had no gag reflex to speak of, and easily
swallowed down Sehun’s entire length, perpetually hooded brown eyes raised to
stare steadily up at Sehun through impossibly thick lashes, a silent challenge.
Sehun’s pride had never yet let him resist a challenge, so he tightened his
grip on silky hair and started to rock, thrusting his hips forward, gently at
first, then rougher and faster the more Jongin moaned. Tanned hands rose to
Sehun’s thighs, creeping higher to stroke at his sharp, too-prominent hipbones,
dipping down to cup Sehun’s balls. (Where did his pants go? Oh well, it didn’t
matter.) Two deft fingers slid down past to press against that spot, the one
Sehun didn’t have a name for, just behind his scrotum, and that never failed to
push Sehun over the edge, he would come with a strangled sob directly down
Jongin’s throat and Jongin would swallow it down like a pro.
Sehun blinked back to reality as applause sounded around the room, thinking
rather dazedly that it was nice to be applauded for coming like a geyser. Then
his rather painfully erect cock reminded him that he hadn’t, actually, and the
applause was for Jongin, who was blushing and bowing and murmuring his thanks
as he returned to his seat on the floor, two people down from Sehun.
“Wow,” Tao murmured under his breath from Sehun’s other side. “That dude is
like sex on legs. How am I supposed to follow that?” He stood to take his turn,
leaving Sehun nodding rather stupidly in his wake. Because if this was what he
was going to have to deal with every week at dance club, he’d better invest in
some more restrictive underwear.
***** baekhyun *****
Sehun heard the bell ring from down the block and swore under his breath,
pushing his body faster. He raced down the street and only just barely made it
inside the gates before they closed, brushing past the monitoring teacher
before she could get a good look at him or grab him and ask his name.
The halls were all but empty as Sehun skidded to a halt in front of his locker,
fumbling the combination with shaky fingers and silently cursing his stupid
brain. He’d been deeply entwined in a super-hot and very realistic dream about
making out with Zitao against the practice room mirrors, in front of Jongin and
Yixing and the rest of dance club, and he’d completely slept through his alarm,
which made him miss his bus, which made him have to run his skinny ass all the
way across town to get to school. It was a miracle he’d managed to get here
before the outer gates closed - he really would have been up a creek if he
hadn’t.
As it was, the halls were eerily silent as he shoved his bag and coat in his
locker and yanked out his books. He was going to get a reprimand from his
teacher for being late, but if he was lucky he would avoid the hall monitors
and the permanent mark on his record he’d get if they caught him outside of
class.
Closing his locker as quietly as he could manage, Sehun started at a fast walk
towards his classroom. He was just rounding the last corner - the classroom
door was in sight - when something wrapped around his wrist, pulling him up
short.
“Not so fast,” an amused voice said, and Sehun froze, his heart sinking.
Caught. Crap.
He glanced down first, to see long, delicately shaped and snow-white fingers
wrapped around his wrist. The boy attached to them was smiling pleasantly, a
bright and cheerful twinkle in his eye, but he was carrying a hall-monitor’s
tablet and his eyebrow was cocked, as if to say, Gotcha.
Sehun immediately started protesting. “My class is right there, sunbaenim,” he
pleaded. “Please just let me go this once?”
He was ignored. The boy let go of his hand and started brushing his fingers
over the surface of the tablet with the dextrous ease of long practice. “Name?”
he asked.
“Please, sunbae,” Sehun whined. “I’ve never been written up before.”
Those sparkling, humor-filled eyes flicked up to his. They were lightly lined
in black, very pretty, and clearly amused at Sehun’s distress. “If it’s your
first time,” the hall monitor said, “then there’s nothing to worry about,
right? You have to get three before you get a detention.”
Really? Oh. That made Sehun relax a little. It still sucked, but at least he
wasn’t in immediate trouble.
“Name, please,” the hall monitor prompted.
“Oh Sehun,” Sehun mumbled. “First year.”
“I figured that much,” the monitor said conversationally as he pulled up
Sehun’s record. “It’s pretty rare for me not to have seen someone before.” He
looked at the record, then glanced down the hall to the door to Sehun’s
classroom. “Wow, you were so close, too,” he said cheekily, and Sehun pouted at
him. “Alright, kid. This is your first warning. Don’t get caught out late
again, okay?”
“Yes, sunbae,” Sehun murmured. The hall monitor smiled brightly at him - huh,
wow, what a pretty smile - tucked the tablet in his back pocket, and reached up
to Sehun’s collar.
“You must have been in a real hurry today,” he said. “You forgot to tie your
tie. Here.”
Sehun froze as the older boy worked the silk in his fingers, settling the knot
snugly against Sehun’s throat and straightening his collar. His fingers brushed
against Sehun’s skin several times, soft and gentle and cool, and Sehun’s pulse
shot through the roof, and fuck, it was way too fucking early in the morning
for so many different emotions in a row.
The monitor patted Sehun’s tie, right over his sternum, and Sehun was pretty
sure he’d forgotten how to breathe. “Alright, Oh Sehun,” he said. “Let me walk
you to your class. Least I can do, for scaring you like that.”
Sehun ducked his head in a swift bow and followed behind the older boy. It
wasn’t a long walk. Sehun slunk into the classroom as the monitor leaned around
the door, greeted the teacher and assured her that Sehun’s tardiness had
already been written up, no need to punish him further.
“Thank you, sunbae,” he muttered gratefully under his breath. The boy tipped
him a wink and withdrew, closing the door behind him.
Collapsing into his chair, Sehun tried not to look at his classmates, who were
all staring at him. The teacher shot him a disapproving look but continued with
her lesson, and slowly normal classroom activities resumed.
Jongin, who was seated to his right in this class, leaned over when the
teacher’s back was turned. “Baekhyun got you, huh?” he whispered
sympathetically. Sehun made a face and Jongin grinned at him. “He gets everyone
eventually, I guess. Supposedly he’s got some kind of creepy sixth sense about
tardies. Caught me a couple of weeks ago.”
Sehun shrugged. “At least he’s nice,” he murmured back, thinking about hands on
his tie, and Jongin nodded.
“Yeah, at least there’s that.”
He leaned back in his seat, and Sehun tried to turn his attention to the
whiteboard and the lesson, he really did, but he was like ten minutes behind
and wasn’t even really sure what the hell they were even talking about. On a
good day, Sehun would ask to see Jongin’s notes so he could figure out what
he’d missed, but frankly in his mad rush and everything this morning he wasn’t
even really certain he was awake yet, and ended up zoning out instead.
Everyone in this school was fucking beautiful, he thought distractedly. It made
him feel like the proverbial ugly duckling, awkward and fumbling, bad skin and
stupid hair and a face like a potato pancake.
Baekhyun, though. Between his sunny, cheerful smile and his exotic lined eyes
and his wicked humor and his fucking hands, Sehun was surprised he’d never
heard of him before. He seemed like the kind of upperclassman that would have
the hoobaes tripping all over themselves to get his attention. Sehun wondered
if it would be worth being purposely late just to let Baekhyun catch him, and
then wondered how many other kids in the school had had that exact same
thought, and if any had been brave enough to act on it.
It would have to be carefully planned, of course. He would have to learn the
hall monitor’s schedule; what periods he was out in the halls, where his
patrols took him. He’d have to find a fairly secluded place to get caught,
like...like a stairwell, for instance. Yeah, one of the back fire-escape
stairwells, the ones no one used because they were dirty and kind of creepy.
Those doors had glass sidelights in them; all he’d have to do would be to wait
until Baekhyun passed and then let himself be seen; drawing the hall monitor
into the stairwell.
Once the door closed behind him and they were alone Sehun would gently push the
older boy into the corner, the tablet clattering to the floor. Baekhyun
wouldn’t get a chance to be confused, because Sehun would just kiss him,
blocking him in, his long, gangly frame coming in handy for once. And maybe,
Baekhyun wouldn’t really be that surprised at all, because maybe someone else
had done this before. Maybe he’d just chuckle knowingly into Sehun’s mouth, and
pull back a little to see who wanted his attention this time, and his pretty
eyes would crinkle in amusement when he recognized Sehun.
I should write you up for being out of class, he’d say, his perfect fingers
trailing delicately down Sehun’s sides under his uniform jacket.
Okay, Sehun would reply. That’s okay. Just let me...let me.
Let you what? Baekhyun would ask, innocence in his voice that was utterly
belied by the wickedness of his smile. What do you want, Sehun-ah?
Anything. Everything. Just touch me, please, sunbae.
If his smile was wicked before, it slowly became downright evil. If you want,
he said, and ducked out from under Sehun’s arm. Sehun had a moment of confusion
before he felt a gentle push between his shoulderblades. Bend over.
Sehun folded under his sunbae’s touch, braced his forearms on the wall in front
of him and arched his back eagerly. Gentle hands stroked down the curve of his
back and over his hips, sliding around the front of his body to pull open his
belt, his zipper. His touch was sweet and reassuring, allowing Sehun to relax
and close his eyes and just trust as Baekhyun slid his slacks and underwear
down around his thighs.
A trim body pressed against his back, and a light touch brushed against his
lips. Suck, Baekhyun urged softly, and Sehun opened his mouth and pulled three
fingers in with his tongue. Baekhyun groaned quietly in his ear as Sehun
thoroughly laved each digit, running his tongue over and between them,
examining the texture of the skin and the shape of the bones and the nails. A
growing bulge nudged against his bare ass and Sehun whimpered, arching his back
further to press against it.
Well now, you’re quite a good boy, aren’t you?Baekhyun murmured. So eager and
obedient. What’s a good little student like you doing out of class? His fingers
pulled free of Sehun’s lips with a soft, obscenely wet noise.
Wanted to see you, sunbae, Sehun confessed. Wet fingers skittered briefly over
his hipbone and Sehun jumped, looking back over his shoulder. Baekhyun winked
conspiratorially at him as his glistening fingers dipped down low, out of
Sehun’s range of sight, and pushed between Sehun’s ass cheeks.
Oh really, Baekhyun said, as if that was at all a surprise to him. Well, that’s
no good. You’ve gotta obey the school rules, Sehun-ah, he murmured. A slick,
soft touch circled Sehun’s entrance, and he gasped and arched, spreading his
legs as far as his half-on slacks would allow and pushing his hips back.
Sunbae, Sehun whined, needing more and too shy to say the words out loud.
Baekhyun, bless him, took pity and pressed one thin finger smoothly inside.
Ohh, Sehun mewled, dragging his teeth against his lip. Sunbae!
A chuckle. I think we’ve progressed to the point where you can call me hyung,
Sehun-ah, Baekhyun murmured dryly.
Yes, hyung. The slim digit worked inside him, deeper and deeper with each
stroke. Spit wasn’t the same as lube, but Baekhyun was so very gentle, so very
skillful, that it hardly hurt at all.
A hum in his ear. So tight, Baekhyun purred. Are you a virgin, Sehun-ah? Sehun
nodded. I thought so. Have you touched yourself like this? Again, Sehun nodded,
because it was the truth - he’d recently started experimenting with it when he
was alone. Aha. Maybe not such a good boy, after all. The sentence was
punctuated by a particularly forceful thrust, and Sehun sunk his teeth into his
lower lip. Can you take another?
I think so, hyung, Sehun breathed. Baekhyun pushed a second finger in alongside
the first, and it burned a little as Sehun stretched around them, but it felt
good, so very good.
Baekhyun crooked his fingers and -
- and Sehun was jolted back to reality by someone slapping his shoulder. Dazed,
he turned to glare at Jongin, who gave him wide eyes and jerked his head at the
front of the classroom. Sehun followed his gaze and immediately turned bright
red when he saw the teacher - and the entire rest of the class - staring at
him.
“Sorry, Teacher,” Sehun immediately blurted out.
The teacher gave him a very unimpressed look and asked “Are you back with us
now?”
Fuck. Fuck everything. “Yes, Teacher,” Sehun murmured, clenching a fist in his
lap in an attempt to push back his frustration and embarrassment. The teacher
looked annoyed but let it go, and Sehun let out a long sigh of relief.
“Dude,” Jongin hissed, “she called your name three times. Where were you?”
A phantom touch against Sehun’s skin had his flush deepening. “Just drifted off
I guess,” he lied quickly. “I’m not quite awake yet.”
Jongin nodded, accepting that. “Need me to smack you if you do it again?”
Sehun’s mouth twitched. “Probably. Thanks, Jongin-ah.”
***** kyungsoo *****
When Sehun’s English teacher announced a partner project that would be worth an
alarmingly large chunk of their quarter grade, Sehun started to panic. When he
was assigned Do Kyungsoo as his partner, though, the panic was replaced with a
long sigh of relief. Kyungsoo was a second-year, and he was the perfect partner
for a number of reasons.
1. He was really smart, and a really good student.
2. He was friendly and patient, and in the few interactions they’d had so far
had seemed very tolerant of Sehun’s awkwardness.
3. He was small, nerdy, and not the slightest bit sexy, and thus, not going to
cause Sehun’s cock to get distracted.
Well, as it turned out, Sehun was right about the first two, and dead fucking
wrong on that last one.
Between Sehun’s Dance Club commitment and the half-dozen extracurriculars
Kyungsoo was involved in, they’d agreed early on to try and get as much done as
possible while in school. Conveniently, they had the same lunch period, so for
the past two weeks they’d been meeting in an empty classroom just about every
day to eat and work on their project. After seeing the pathetic (and extremely
unhealthy) lunch Sehun packed for himself every morning, Kyungsoo had started
bringing a double-sized lunch and force-feeding half of it to his classmate,
muttering about how Sehun was way too skinny.
Sehun thought Kyungsoo has no room to talk. He was one of the tiniest high
school boys Sehun had ever seen, smaller than most of the freshmen and probably
a good chunk of the middle-school kids as well. It was possible he was just a
late bloomer and still has some growing to do, but honestly, Sehun thought he
was probably never going to get much taller than he was now. He lacked the
puppyish quality that most of his classmates (including Sehun) had, where your
hands and feet were too big and every movement was an awkward flail.
On the contrary, Kyungsoo’s small form was perfectly proportioned and compact.
He never seemed to take up too much space, or accidentally knock anything over,
or trip over his own feet, and Sehun was jealous of his put-together-ness. His
hands were small and deft and his eyes were too big for his face and his waist
was so tiny Sehun could probably span it in his hands.
Kyungsoo was also, to Sehun’s dismay, a very touchy person. He leaned into
Sehun’s space when Sehun was talking. He rested his chin on Sehun’s shoulder to
read what he was writing. He touched Sehun’s arm to get his attention.
It drove Sehun up the fucking wall.
It really didn’t help that Kyungsoo smelled like cooking spices and had a smile
like the sunrise, either. He was adorable and Sehun wished his libido would
quit being so indiscriminate, because Kyungsoo’s tiny cuteness was making his
imagination run in extremely unproductive circles.
Like today, for instance. Today Sehun approached their usual classroom only to
find it closed and Kyungsoo leaning against the wall next to the door, waiting,
fiddling with his phone. It was a casual, slouchy sort of lean, just his
shoulders pressed against the brick, hips cocked forward and spine curved
invitingly, and Sehun had a sudden image in his head of wrapping his hands
around Kyungsoo’s slim waist and grinding their hips together.
He didn’t. He walked up to Kyungsoo in a perfectly calm way, kicked gently at
his shoe, and said, “Hey. We locked out?”
Kyungsoo looked up from his phone and gave him a smile that totally did not
make Sehun’s guts dance the lambada, thank you very much. “Yeah. I guess
there’s a substitute today, she must not have known to leave it open for us.”
He tucked his phone away, lifting his hips a little to shove it in his back
pocket, and goddamn. Then, as if to be even more unfair, he pouted playfully up
at Sehun and said, “Are you getting taller or is it just because I’m
slouching?” He put a hand on the top of his head and brought it forward,
measuring himself against Sehun, and his hand hit Sehun right at the
collarbone.
Sehun was very proud of himself when he did not groan aloud. Instead, he
smirked and ruffled Kyungsoo’s hair in a manner that was friendly and not in
the least bit flirtatious. “No, you’re getting shorter,” he said.
Kyungsoo’s eye roll was very expressive. “Heavens, I hope not,” he grumbled.
“Anyway. Where should we go today, then?”
They ended up hiding away in one of the practice rooms in the music wing, which
Kyungsoo apparently knew very well because he was a vocal focus student. There
weren’t any desks, so they sat on the floor, backs pressed to the wall and
knees touching.
Sehun kept his cool, though. He’d been practicing for weeks now not letting his
sexy classmates distract him, so he was able to focus mostly on what Kyungsoo
was saying and only a little bit on how warm he was or how he could give Jongin
a run for his money in the DSL department. Eventually, they settled down to
work, Kyungsoo to compile the information they had so far and Sehun to go
through one of their reference books and mark passages that could be useful.
Predictably, once he didn’t have the conversation to focus on, Sehun’s mind
started to wander. He couldn’t help but think about how convenient the music
practice rooms would be for an illicit schoolday tryst - out of the way, small
and empty, soundproof. There was one small window in the door, but from the
corner where Kyungsoo and Sehun were sitting, someone would really have to
crane their necks to see them.
Sehun could suggest they meet here every day. Then maybe, sometime in the next
week before the project was due, he would come in here and find Kyungsoo
leaning against this wall like he was a little while ago, all slouchy and
inviting.
Then, if Sehun wasn’t such a coward, he would give in to his urge to crowd into
Kyungsoo’s space, to block him in with his hands and press him against the wall
and lean down to kiss him.
Two weeks ago, if he’d had reason to imagine that scenario, Sehun would have
guessed that Kyungsoo would have reacted to a surprise kiss with shock, maybe
even offense. But he’s gotten to know the older boy a bit in the past two
weeks, and he thinks that Kyungsoo might be more receptive than anyone would
guess. Considering how reserved he was in class, he was surprisingly open one-
on-one.
So maybe Kyungsoo would freeze up at first, going still with surprise, but
Sehun thought it wouldn’t take long before he was kissing back, probably
pulling Sehun down to his level rather than pressing up on his toes because he
was a little controlling like that.
Sehun didn’t think the flirting that they’d been doing this whole project was
totally in his imagination, so the kiss would be swift and a little desperate,
the culmination of weeks of building sexual tension. They’d tear at each
other’s uniforms, bookbags and jackets and ties shed and dropped to the floor,
shirts untucked and belts unbuckled and slacks undone, and both would already
be hard from the kiss alone. Sehun might have to bend his knees a little to
grind their cocks together, but he suspected it would be worth it.
Neither of them was much of a talker, really, so the question would be asked
with a touch and a nervously bit lip and a meaningful eyebrow raise, and
answered with a gasp and a pleading look and a shy nod. Then Sehun would coat
his fingers with something slick (note to self: if planning on seducing sexy
classmates, bring lube just in case) and reach down to work Kyungsoo open.
Someone as tiny as Kyungsoo was bound to be tight, so he’d be gentle, careful,
slowly pumping into his classmate one finger at a time while Kyungsoo writhed
and whimpered in his arms. Eventually Kyungsoo would pull away and step out of
one side of his slacks and press up on his toes to wrap his arms around Sehun’s
neck, and Sehun would palm his cute round ass and lift, pressing the tiny boy
against the wall. Gravity would aide Kyungsoo’s slide down onto Sehun’s cock
until he bottomed out, deep enough in the other’s ass for him to taste it at
the back of his throat.
He could hear Kyungsoo’s musical moans in his ear, smooth and dark, befitting
someone majoring in vocal R&B. Sehun bit his lip and bent his head, his
furiously erect cock pressing slowly and deeply inside Kyungsoo’s tight heat.
Leaning forward so he could use his upper body to pin Kyungsoo securely to the
wall, Sehun worked his hips, the muscular strain of holding the position only
serving to make the friction that much sweeter. The faster he got, the tighter
Kyungsoo felt; neat blunt nails clenching in Sehun’s shoulders as interior
muscles clenched around his -
“Sehun.” Fingers snapping in his face. “Earth to Sehun.”
Shocking back to reality, Sehun looked up to see Kyungsoo leaning over him with
big, concerned eyes and a small smile on his lips - lips he’d only seconds ago
been imagining brushing dirty moans against the shell of his ear. Fuck he was
pretty. Sehun’s cock jumped in guilty arousal.
“S-sorry,” Sehun stuttered. “I guess I drifted off.” The tried-and-true excuse.
“Guess so.” Kyungsoo pulled back and stood. “Didn’t you hear the bell? We’d
better get going.”
Yeah. Sehun was pretty sure he couldn’t stand at the moment. Not unless he
wanted Kyungsoo to figure out exactly what he’d been thinking. “You go ahead,”
he said as calmly as he could manage. “I’ve gotta get my stuff together.”
Kyungsoo gave him a long, skeptical look, but eventually shrugged. “Okay then,”
he murmured. “See you tomorrow.”
He left, and Sehun watched his adorable little ass twitch as he walked away.
Groaning, he pressed his hand to his face in an attempt to cool off his burning
blush.
“You are going to get me into so much freaking trouble,” he grumbled in the
general direction of his cock. His cock did not answer (which was probably
good; his sanity was frayed enough as it was).
Sehun briefly weighed the discomfort and potential humiliation of having to
walk to class with a raging boner against the consequences of being late for
class. In the end, though, he decided a practice room was not a good place for
a wank, and instead carried his jacket folded over his arms in front of him to
disguise the fucking campground in his pants as he stiffly made his way to
class.
***** kris *****
Yixing was asleep in class again, and this time he was actually nibbling on his
own lip in his sleep, and Sehun was just really fucking done with him, okay? So
he raised his hand, asked permission to use the restroom and escaped.
He knew it wouldn’t give him much of a reprieve, but he needed the air and the
time to calm down so he went down the stairs to the basement restroom instead
of using the one on the third floor. No one ever used that one; it was the
oldest and most unkempt in the building.
Except, of course, just his luck, someone was in there. Not using the
facilities, oh no. Smoking.
Sehun blinked through the haze of cigarette smoke to see who it was, and when
he figured it out his heart skipped fearfully. Fucking Kris Wu, the school
delinquent.
Rumors about Kris were many and pervasive. He was the school’s ongoing scandal,
everyone’s favorite subject of gossip, because they were a school full of
overachievers and goody-two-shoes and someone like Kris stood out even more in
a school like that. He was a senior, but rumor had it that he’d been held back
a time or two, which would explain why he looked like an adult, taller and
broader than anyone else in the school (including Chanyeol, who was really
fucking tall.) He was never in class, he smoked and drank, he rode a motorcycle
to school and if the grapevine was to be believed he even had tattoos. No one
could figure out why Kris hadn’t been kicked out yet.
Kris looked up when Sehun entered, and Sehun had never seen him up close
before, but holy god wow. He was the perfect picture of the bad boy, with his
tie undone and the first few buttons of his shirt open, his casual slouch and
messy, badly-bleached hair and his sullen glare and a cigarette hanging from
his lips. He should have looked a mess but somehow he looked fucking hot and
Sehun really, really did not need this right now.
His pride kept him from squeaking like a mouse and turning tail, but only just
barely. He was not about to whip his dick out and pee right in front of the
school’s hooligan, though, so he pretended he was just in there to wash his
hands and made for the sink.
Silence, but for the sounds of water running. Sehun didn’t have to peek in the
mirror to guess that Kris was watching him. He was surprised, however, when
Kris spoke.
“You’re Oh Sehun, right?”
His voice was stupidly deep, raspy from the smoke and echoing against the old,
stained tiles. Sehun blinked and looked in the mirror, and found that yes, Kris
was watching him, his face impassive.
“Um,” he said intelligently, “yeah, that’s me. How did you…?”
A lazy shrug. “Tao talks about you sometimes,” Kris said. He pulled a banged-up
cigarette packet from his jacket pocket and held it up in Sehun’s general
direction. “Smoke?”
Um. Crap. What the hell did he even do here? “I’ve...I’ve never…” he stuttered,
turning so that he was actually speaking to Kris instead of his reflection.
Kris actually quirked a little smile at him, and oh shit, he really was
handsome, wasn’t he? It wasn’t just the bad boy appeal. His features were large
and severe, and it would have been too much, except his mouth was a little too
small for the rest of his face, balancing out his heavy eyebrows and sharp,
high cheekbones and strong nose.
“That’s cool,” Kris said, still utterly casual, like he owned everything around
him (or at least everything in this bathroom). “Wanna try it?”
Pretty sure that there was no way to tell the older boy no and not look like an
idiot, Sehun blushed, shrugged, and took a cigarette from the packet. He
awkwardly stuck the butt end in his mouth and Kris leaned forward to light it.
Sehun couldn’t help but notice Kris’s hands as he thumbed the lighter, because
they were gigantic. (He had the fleeting thought that Kris’s hands were bigger
than Chanyeol’s, and with longer fingers than Baekhyun’s, and that the three of
them should start a Sexy Hands Club and like, put out a calendar or something.
Sehun would buy it in a heartbeat.) Also, Kris’s jacket cuff rode up, and yes,
that was definitely a tattoo on his wrist, though it was impossible to see of
what.
Then the cigarette caught and Sehun breathed in and promptly started choking.
Kris grinned at him and clapped him helpfully on the back, rubbing it a little
to get him through the coughing, and Sehun kind of hated him in that moment
even if he didn’t want Kris’s giant hand to move away, like, ever.
When Sehun finally stopped dying, Kris showed him the right way to smoke, and
while Sehun still didn’t see the appeal, it at least didn’t burn so badly this
time. Taking pity on him, Kris took the cigarette away before he was halfway
through it and finished it off, and to Sehun’s surprise they managed a little
bit of small talk about what classes they were skipping and why. (Kris,
apparently, couldn’t stand his History teacher and always skipped her classes
whenever possible. Sehun told him that he was skipping Science because his
lecture was boring, conveniently leaving out the fact that the boring lecture
caused his lab partner to fall asleep and be all adorable and sexy.)
Then Kris looked at his phone, swore rather vulgarly under his breath, and
dropped the cigarette to the floor. “We’d better get out of here,” he said,
stepping on the cigarette butt to put it out. “Hall monitors will be coming
through any minute.”
Sehun should not have been surprised that someone like Kris had memorized the
hall monitor schedule. He rolled his eyes and Kris grinned at him again, all
teeth.
“Tao was right about you,” he said offhandedly as he headed to the door.
“You’re pretty cute.”
Sehun froze. The door slammed shut behind Kris, but now Sehun absolutely could
not go back to class. His head was spinning, and he could only blame so much of
that on the smoke in his lungs.
Kris Wu thought he was cute.
Fucking Zitao thought he was cute.
Also, how the hell had he not known Tao was friends with the school delinquent?
That boy had some explaining to do.
Groaning aloud to himself, Sehun leaned back against the tile wall. That really
just happened, didn’t it? He totally just skipped class to go smoke in the
boy’s room. It was like a bad teen movie.
Or, he thought, like the start of a really good porn. The shy freshman stumbles
into the school criminal in the restrooms, and gets peer-pressured into
smoking, and then…
Sehun bit his lip. What if, when Sehun had finished coughing, Kris hadn’t taken
his hand away? What if he’d left it there, warm and heavy even through Sehun’s
uniform jacket, maybe even pulled him in closer while they talked?
Maybe...maybe even kissed him, those rosebud lips that looked so out of place
on his fierce face pressing insistently against Sehun’s, slick and wet and
tasting of smoke.
Kris was the type to take what he wanted, Sehun thought, and he shivered at the
thought that Kris might want him, might take him. He closed his eyes and found
it all too easy to visualize Kris hovering over him, huge hands braced on the
wall on either side of Sehun’s head, leaning down to kiss Sehun roughly. Sehun
would lock his hands in the older boy’s belt loops and tug him forward until
Kris was pressed against him from knee to chest, and Kris would already be
hard, his clothed cock hot and insistent against Sehun’s hip.
In Sehun’s mind, Kris had a huge cock, to go with his huge hands and his huge
body and his huge face. And in Sehun’s mind, he was brave enough to slide his
hands over Kris’s ass, pulling him closer and grinding his own erection into
Kris’s. Kris growled in his ear, low and hot, and yanked Sehun closer to bite
and suck at Sehun’s ear and neck.
It wasn’t long before Kris pulled back, grabbed Sehun by the shoulders and
forced him to flip over, his face pressing into the cold, dirty tiles. The feel
of Kris’s cock grinding against his ass made Sehun whimper with want, and he
rolled his hips back, silently begging.
Kris wasted no time, reaching around to pull Sehun’s belt open and yank his
uniform slacks down around his thighs. Somehow his own pants came undone as
well, and then there was bare skin on skin, Kris grinding a fucking incredible
erection against Sehun’s ass and whispering horribly dirty things in his ear
like goddamn your ass is so hot and you like it rough, don’t you and scream for
me.
Sehun crammed his knuckle in his mouth and bit down to keep from crying out as
two long, lube-slicked fingers breached him, working him roughly open. Kris
wouldn’t take the time to prepare him as much as he should, and when he pushed
his huge cock inside Sehun’s body the burn would be intense, making Sehun
squirm and sob.
Kris had proven himself nicer than his bad boy image had let on, so Sehun
thought he would hold still for a moment, let Sehun adjust to his size and the
feeling of being split open. Not for long, though, and then he’d pull out
almost all the way and slam back in, and Sehun cried out, his scream muffled by
his own hand in his mouth.
Kris would probably fuck like a wild animal, all size and power and snarling
dominance, taking what he wanted without caring overmuch about Sehun’s
pleasure, so Sehun reached down and wrapped his fingers around his own cock,
pulling in time to Kris’s jackhammer thrusts. He was so sensitive,
overstimulated, that the build-up was much faster than usual and all it took
was a deep, dirty moan in his ear and Sehun was coming.
The bliss that settled over him like a blanket was all too short lived. Then
Sehun realized that he’d just come in his pants in the bathroom at school and
mortification slammed into him.
He ducked into a bathroom stall to survey the damage. His boxers were soaked,
an utterly lost cause, but fortunately the stain on his uniform slacks was
small and unobtrusive. Silently thanking his lucky stars, Sehun quickly
stripped off his boxers, balling them up and throwing them in the bottom of his
bookbag, and cleaned himself off as best he could. He pulled his trousers back
on commando and untucked his shirt to cover the stain.
Remembering belatedly Kris’s comment about the hall monitors, Sehun ducked out
of the bathroom and headed for the stairs.
He wasn’t fast enough.
“There you are.”
Sehun turned to see, of course, Byun Baekhyun of the gorgeous fingers coming
towards him.
“Who, me?” he asked, mentally kicking himself when his voice cracked.
Baekhyun stopped in front of him and crossed his arms. “Your teacher reported
you missing,” he said pointedly. “You left he classroom over half an hour ago.”
Fuck, had it really been that long? Sehun bit his lip and tried to look
pathetic, hoping his flushed skin would help him here. “I felt sick,” he
explained. “I’ve been in the bathroom.”
Baekhyun’s eyebrow hit the roof. “Your class is on the third floor,” he pointed
out. “If you felt so sick, why did you come down four flights of stairs to go
to this bathroom?”
Well fuck. Sehun’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Sighing, Baekhyun pulled out his hall monitor tablet and with a few touches
pulled Sehun’s disciplinary record up on the screen. “This is your second
warning for being out of class,” he said as he updated the record, long fingers
dancing over the touchscreen. “You know you get detention after the third,
right?”
Sehun closed his eyes. “Yeah, I know.”
Baekhyun shot him a small, kind smile. “You’ve still got three more years of
troublemaking ahead of you,” he teased gently. “So I’ll let your uniform
infraction slide this time.” He gestured at Sehun’s untucked shirt.
Flushing from hairline to collarbones, Sehun mumbled his thanks, bowed hastily,
and took off.
***** jongdae *****
Monday afternoon a few months into the school year saw Sehun wandering into his
after-school dance club rehearsal as usual. He was the last one there, also as
usual, and plunked his stuff down somewhere between Zitao and Jongin, who were
both already on the floor stretching. With only some difficulty, Sehun tore his
eyes away from the smorgasbord of sexy male flesh on display and dropped into a
butterfly stretch himself. He was getting better at not getting distracted,
these days.
Tao smacked him on the thigh to get his attention. Sehun smacked him back
automatically and looked up to see what he wanted. Wordlessly, Tao pointed to
the corner of the room.
Huh. There was a boy Sehun had never seen before in the corner, setting up a
fancy-looking camera on a tripod. Unlike the boys in the class, who were all in
their rehearsal clothes, he was still in his full school uniform, the deep
maroon of his tie marking him a second-year student.
Sehun shot Tao a confused look. “Who’s that?” he asked in a stage whisper.
Tao shrugged, but Yixing, on Tao’s other side, looked up from where he was
calmly settled in a Russian split. (Goddamn.) “That’s Jongdae,” he said, his
voice carrying across the echoey studio in a way that made both Tao and Sehun
wince. So much for being discreet. “He runs a blog.”
The boy didn’t look up from his camera. “You gossiping about me, Xing?” he
said.
“I’m promoting you,” Yixing retorted lazily. To the freshmen, he said, “A lot
of people in the city read his blog so I asked him to do a post about our
showcase next month.”
Oh. That made sense. “He’s gonna record rehearsal?” Sehun asked.
Yixing nodded. “And he wants to do some short interviews, too. I hope that’s
okay.”
“I’m only going to show a couple of clips in the post,” Jongdae assured them.
He looked up for the first time, dark eyes dancing with humor under a mop of
curling hair. “Don’t worry, I’ll make them as flattering as possible. That’s
the point, after all.”
Sehun exchanged a look with Tao and Jongin, and shrugged. “Whatever, man.” Then
their coach called the rehearsal to order, and within a few minutes Sehun
basically forgot about the camera.
That was all very well and good until they started running through their
individual and small group routines for the showcase. Sehun’s routine with
Jongin was first up, and when the two freshmen realized Jongdae had detached
the camera from the tripod, they exchanged a nervous glance.
As it turned out, though, there was something energizing about being filmed.
Sehun hit his marks and pushed his body through the waves and rolls harder than
he ever had, and could feel Jongin beside him doing the same. For once, he
wasn’t staring at himself in the mirror, scrutinizing his every movement for
flaws; instead he locked his gaze on the camera, following with his eyes as
Jongdae moved slowly around them, and smirked with the kind of attitude he
usually reserved for a real audience.
They hit their end pose hard and stopped dead as the music came to an end, no
movement or sound save for their labored breathing, still in time with the
beat. Jongdae zoomed the camera in between them and shut it off, letting it
drop with a slow grin curling his delicate lips. “Hot,” he murmured, gaze
darting between the two dancers. “This is going to be a big hit.”
Sehun was pretty sure his rapid heartbeat was the result of the dance, not
Jongdae’s dark eyes trailing up his body, but even so as they cleared the floor
to make way for Yixing’s solo, he felt it pounding in his ears. He and Jongin
re-took their seats on either side of Tao, who was giving them both a slightly
annoyed look.
“How’d we look?” Jongin asked under his breath as Yixing rolled out his
shoulders and settled into his starting position.
“Like you were competing for the title of Champion Camera Eye-Fucker,” Tao
muttered. “You were brilliant. Damnit, you two are gonna make me look bad.”
Sehun doubted that; Tao’s solo was half military-precise hiphop and half
powerful wushu and was basically utterly spectacular. Still, he felt his cheeks
heat a little at the praise.
“You think?” Jongin asked, obviously as pleased as Sehun was.
Tao snorted. “He certainly seemed to think so,” he said, jerking his head at
Jongdae. “Dude was practically drooling.”
Oh. As Yixing’s music began Sehun turned his eyes on the cameraman, watching
him curiously.
Now that Tao said something, Sehun could see that Jongdae really enjoyed being
behind that camera. He handled it with the skillful comfort of long practice,
like it was an extension of his body. With the viewscreen flipped out, he
didn’t have to hold the viewfinder up to his eye, so Sehun could clearly see
his expressions flit across his face, see his eyes widen in surprise or narrow
in consideration, see him smile or gasp or lick his lips. He had very animated
features. And pretty eyes. And a sexy, catlike smile. And cheekbones that could
cut glass. Goddamn.
Yixing came to a section of his routine that involved a lot of smooth-as-silk
body rolls and lip biting and touching himself suggestively, a section that had
caused Sehun much emotional pain and inappropriate bodily reactions in the
past. Having seen it a dozen times now, it had a bit less of an effect on him,
but Jongdae was seeing it for the first time, and if the dark expression on his
face and the way his fingers curled against the smooth black body of the camera
was any indication, he liked what he saw.
Then Yixing did the thing with his thumb hooked over his beltline, popping his
shoulders and thrusting his hips, and Jongdae’s teeth sank into his bottom lip,
worrying at it while staring into his viewfinder with clear lust on his face,
and fuck, Sehun had to get out of there. He was by now well-used to his
unfortunately-timed erections and normally would just ignore them, but right
now there was a fucking camera in the room and the last thing he wanted was the
bulge in his sweatpants posted online for all the world to see.
“Gonna use the bathroom,” he murmured under his breath to Tao, who barely
spared him a glance. “Be right back.” Tao nodded distractedly, and Sehun made
his escape.
It was after hours so for once Sehun didn’t have to worry about getting caught
by hall monitors or anyone walking in on him. He just ducked into the bathroom
stall, locked it behind him, and plunged his hand into his pants.
Jongdae’s dark eyes and lecherous smirk, half-hidden behind a video camera,
danced behind Sehun’s eyelids. With his body still warm and loose from dancing,
it was too easy to imagine the older boy and his fucking camera alone with
Sehun in the studio, filming him solo, zooming in close on his body or his face
as he moved.
Sehun knew he had moves that could make Jongdae look at him the way he’d looked
at Yixing, moves that were in no way appropriate for a school-run dance club.
He imagined Jongdae’s face when he lifted his shirt and rolled his hips,
displaying the gently defined stomach he’d been working so hard on and his
perpetual needy erection. Imagined biting his lip and crooking his finger at
the camera, and Jongdae taking his invitation to come closer, to film his own
hand as it ran down Sehun’s bared skin and cupped his cock through cloth. His
cock pulsed greedily in his fingers, loving the attention and wanting more.
With his free hand Jongdae tugged at the hem of Sehun’s shirt, encouraging him
to pull it off, and Sehun complied, baring his long, thin torso to the camera.
Jongdae made a hot noise and gave Sehun one of those lazy kittycat smiles,
smoothing his hand over Sehun’s pale skin and pressing his fingers into lean
muscles to display their firmness in a way the camera could see. Then he
reached up to Sehun’s shoulder and pressed down, and Sehun sank to his knees on
the hardwood dance floor.
The camera followed him, and Sehun couldn’t resist shooting it the sexiest,
most knowing smile he had as he reached for the fly of Jongdae’s uniform slacks
and the hard bulge there that matched his own. He could imagine himself from
the camera’s point of view, how his hair would fall into his eyes from this
angle, how his cheekbones and collarbones would look sharply defined and the
tent in his sweatpants would be clearly visible as he leaned forward and took
Jongdae’s cock in his mouth, and oh fuck but that was hot. It shouldn’t be sexy
to think of himself objectified like that, reduced by the camera to nothing but
a sleek body and a pink mouth, but it hit something deep in Sehun that he
hadn’t realized he wanted. Apparently he liked the thought of being watched -
learn something new every day.
He began to stroke himself, hand pressed past the loose elastic of his
sweatpants, as Jongdae moaned darkly above him and started rocking into his
mouth. The older boy let the camera drop to the side, lens still pointed at
Sehun’s face, but Sehun kept his eyes locked on Jongdae’s as he hollowed his
cheeks and suckled softly. Jongdae dug fingers into Sehun’s hair, pushing it
back from his face so the camera had a clear shot of his expression, of his
mouth, of Jongdae’s flushed hard cock sliding past Sehun’s lips deeper and
deeper on each stroke.
Sehun pulled back and took Jongdae in hand, flicking his tongue up against the
sensitive spot on the underside, purposely openmouthed and leaving enough space
for the camera to clearly see Jongdae pulse at the sensation and Sehun lap up
the burst of precome that resulted. The taste had Sehun moaning, his hand
speeding up, and Jongdae moved the camera up again to catch both Sehun’s mouth
on Jongdae’s cock and his hand moving in his pants. His free hand slid down to
cup Sehun’s jaw, and Sehun looked up at him through his freed hair, looking
past the camera lens to Jongdae’s eyes and sucking hard. Jongdae’s hands
started to shake slightly, his thighs trembling as he built towards his
release, and Sehun reached up with the hand not jerking off to cup the boy’s
tight ass and hold him upright as Jongdae jerked and came. Sehun left his mouth
open for the camera, letting come dribble out over his lips, and fucked his
hand through his own release, remembering at the very last second to grab a wad
of toilet paper and press it over the head of his cock just before he came.
The fantasy faded, and Sehun took a long, deep breath, knees weak. That was
good. He’d really needed that.
“Sehun?”
The sound of the door opening and Zitao’s voice had Sehun jerking weakly in his
hand. Flushing hot, Sehun quickly wiped up what little come had escaped the
tissue and tossed it in the toilet.
“What?” he called back, quickly flushing with his foot, resettling his
sweatpants and giving his crotchal region a once-over. Everything seemed back
to normal, so he unlocked the door and came out, making straight for the sink
without looking at the doorway.
“That Jongdae kid wants to interview you next,” Tao said as Sehun scrubbed the
smell of come off his hands. “All the rest of us have gone already. You’ve been
gone for a while, you okay?”
Sehun glanced up at himself in the mirror. His flush was fading, but still
noticeable; trust Tao to be paying attention. “I’m fine,” he assured his
friend. “Too much cheese with my lunch today.”
He glanced over in time to see Tao wrinkle his nose. “Gross, Hun.”
Sehun grinned at him. “Hey, you asked.” He dried off his hands, glanced down
one last time to be absolutely certain there was no incriminating evidence, and
then rejoined his classmate with a relaxed spring in his step.
***** joonmyun *****
The third time Baekhyun caught him out of class, it was totally Zitao’s fault.
He’d talked Sehun into skipping - math this time - to smoke with him and Kris
in the basement bathroom. (Apparently Kris and Tao had been friends since grade
school, which explained why they were discussing Sehun’s alleged cuteness
earlier.) But Baekhyun must have had some kind of sixth sense for rulebreaking,
because they hadn’t even been in there for ten minutes before Baekhyun pushed
open the door, spotted them, and rolled his eyes so disapprovingly Sehun
thought they were just going to pop out of his head and skitter away on the
dirty tile floor.
That was how Sehun ended up with a Friday-afternoon detention later in the
week. Baekhyun was some kind of evil hall-monitor dictator genius and had
purposely scheduled Kris, Tao and Sehun’s detentions on different days so that
Sehun didn’t even have the opportunity to ogle his sexy schoolmates while bored
out of his mind. At least he’d been able to convince his mom he was staying
late today for an extra Dance Club practice, so he hadn’t had to explain that
he was smoking in the boy’s room like a delinquent.
An hour’s detention was a long time to sit and do nothing, and it was one of
those horrible detentions where you weren’t even allowed to read or play video
games or anything. If you didn’t have homework, you sat and stared at the wall
for an hour. And even worse, Sehun realized as he stepped into the detention
hall and softly pulled the door shut behind him, he was the only one with
detention today.
The room was silent and empty, save for the young man behind the monitor’s desk
with a textbook and notebook spread out in front of him. Sehun approached the
desk and got a notepad pushed at him. The monitor didn’t even look up to say,
“Sign in please.”
Moving to do as he was told, Sehun noted with surprise the name written across
the top of the page, on the line for ‘detention hall monitor’: Kim Joonmyun,
the senior class president.
Sehun looked up and studied the student behind the desk a little closer.
Joonmyun was far and away the most popular kid at the school; it seemed like
fifty percent of the students - maybe more - were Joonmyun fanboys. Somehow,
Sehun had managed to go most of the first semester without ever actually
meeting or even seeing Joonmyun, but he’d heard of him, many times.
Maybe it was just because Sehun hung out with guys like Zitao and Yixing and
Jongin and Kris, but he thought Joonmyun didn’t look like much, bent over the
desk like that. He was small-ish and pale, clean-cut with dark hair and wire-
frame glasses perched on his nose.
And then Joonmyun looked up and gave him a smile, and oh. Okay. That was why he
was so popular.
Sehun weakly smiled back, bowed, and took a seat. He mechanically went through
the motions of pulling his assignments out of his backpack and spreading them
out on the table, replaying that two-second smile over and over again in his
mind.
In those two seconds, Sehun learned three things about Joonmyun: that he was
very kind, that he was stunningly handsome, and that he absolutely would not
let Sehun get away with any bullshit. His eyes glittered in a way that said do
not test me, little boy, and Sehun found that as he opened his notebook his
hands were shaking slightly just from the sheer force of Joonmyun’s charisma.
His math assignment was a blur of scribblies on the page; he wasn’t even seeing
the numbers. He kept glancing up and studying his temporary warden’s face.
Joonmyun had the kind of movie-star handsomeness that he hadn’t really thought
could exist in real life. His skin was utterly flawless, his features perfectly
symmetrical and gorgeously crafted, and his glasses should have made him look
nerdy but somehow just really made Sehun want to take them off him, possibly
with his teeth.
He wondered what Joonmyun would do if Sehun were to crawl up on the monitor’s
desk and kiss him, kneeling right on top of Joonmyun’s carefully highlighted
notes. Joonmyun would probably push him away, indignantly demanding to know
just what he thought he was doing, maybe glaring at him over the tops of his
wire-frames.
But if Sehun kept pushing him, if he pulled him forward by his perfectly-tied
tie and kept kissing his perfectly-shaped lips, maybe he would provoke Joonmyun
into pushing back. Maybe Joonmyun would stand and shove Sehun down on the desk,
knocking his books to the floor to make room. Maybe he would crawl up on the
desk and straddle Sehun, grinding what was sure to be a perfect ass down on
Sehun’s cock.
A small noise escaped Sehun’s mouth, loud and echoing in the dead silence of
the room, and Joonmyun looked up from his notes to focus on Sehun.
“Did you need something?” he asked mildly.
Hoping like hell that he wasn’t blushing, Sehun put on his best impassive face
and said “No, nothing thanks.”
A nod. Joonmyun glanced down at the sign-in sheet. “Oh Sehun, huh?” he said,
and Sehun really was not sure how he felt about all these upperclassmen knowing
who he was. It hadn’t even been an entire quarter yet. “You’re one of the
freshmen they caught in the bathrooms with Kris, right?”
Well, fuck. Joonmyun probably had him pegged as a troublemaker now. “Yes,
sunbaenim.”
“Just sunbae is fine,” Joonmyun said dismissively. “Can I give you a word of
advice, Sehun?” He leaned forward, his elbows braced on the desk. Sehun blinked
at him curiously. “Kris is not nearly as cool as everyone thinks he is,” he
confided. “He’s actually a big dork. So don’t let him sucker you into ruining
your academic career, okay? Go to class.”
Damn, now Sehun felt like an idiot. He hadn’t even skipped to be ‘one of the
cool kids’ or a bad boy or anything like that - he’d really only done it
because Tao pouted at him until he relented.
“Yes, sunbae,” Sehun murmured obediently, dropping his eyes to his desk.
“Good boy,” he heard, and was it his imagination or was that a fucking purr in
Joonmyun’s voice? He glanced back up, and Joonmyun shot him a knowing smirk
that made his guts turn to jelly.
Oh God. Joonmyun knew, didn’t he? He knew exactly what kind of an effect he had
on Sehun. Hell, he probably had that effect on everyone, of course he knew.
Sehun dropped his eyes back down to his assignment, but he still wasn’t seeing
math problems. He was seeing Joonmyun pushing him down on that desk, leaning
down with that fucking smirk and whispering good boy just like that in Sehun’s
ear.
Sunbae, Sehun would whimper. (He was very careful not to make any noise in
reality this time.) Sunbae, fuck me, please fuck me.
I don’t think so. Joonmyun’s eyes were glittering again, absolute confidence
and a joke that only he seemed to get hidden behind his sly smile. Detention is
supposed to be a punishment. You don’t get to decide.
He would lean down and yank Sehun’s collar open, sinking perfectly symmetrical
teeth into Sehun’s neck and pressing down on Sehun’s shoulders to keep him in
place when Sehun arched and gasped. Shhh he’d hiss against Sehun’s skin, and
Sehun would turn his head to give his sunbae better access to his neck and try
to be quiet and still like a good boy.
Joonmyun wouldn’t bother to undress either of them completely - or really, at
all. He’d yank Sehun’s uniform pants and boxers down around his thighs,
exposing him in one motion, Sehun already hard and needy. He’d have to step
completely out of one side of his own uniform bottoms so he could climb back
onto Sehun’s lap and sink down onto Sehun’s cock, hot and tight and slick, as
if he’d fingered himself before coming to detention.
Sehun bit his lip to keep from crying out, his hips thrusting up like they had
a mind of their own. Joonmyun tangled his hand in Sehun’s loosened tie and
yanked him up to a sitting position, chest-to-chest and nose-to-nose with
Joonmyun’s hard, pretty cock rubbing into and leaking all over Sehun’s uniform
shirt. He started to rock, forward and back, small circular motions that
quickly became large bouncing motions and Sehun just held on and buried his
face in his sunbae’s throat and tried not to scream as sunbae rode him.
Joonmyun’s sweet voice was dirty in his ear. Ungh, good boy, give it to me,
yeah, there’s a good hoobae. Fuck, shh, shh, you don’t want anyone to hear
this, do you? C’mon, kid, fuck me like you mean it. And the position was
awkward but Sehun did his best, planting his hands behind himself on the desk
and thrusting his hips up with all the force his skinny body could find.
The pressure of Joonmyun’s tight body around Sehun’s sensitive virgin cock was
almost too much, and Sehun whined softly into his hand, hips working faster and
faster. He wasn’t going to last long like this, not with the older boy riding
him so hard and whispering filth in his ear. His balls were drawing up tightly,
he was getting so close, so fucking -
Something hit Sehun in the head, startling him out of his fantasy. It took a
moment to figure out what - it was a pen. He looked up to see Joonmyun smirking
at him.
“You’re supposed to be quiet in detention,” the older student said pointedly.
“And do me a favor and keep your hands on your desk, please?”
Sehun blinked uncomprehendingly, his mind still hazed-over with lust. Then he
realized his hand had unconsciously migrated under the desk, rubbing at the
embarrassingly solid problem in his pants, and he immediately flushed bright
red and folded his hands on his desk as innocently as he possibly could.
Fucking hell.
The rest of the hour passed in awkward and painfully slow silence. Sehun’s
erection refused to go away despite his utter shame at being caught, because
Joonmyun catching him and being so chill about it was just fueling his
scattered schoolboy fantasies, and wow, he really was kind of a sick fuck,
wasn’t he? Too distracted to even bother attempting to get any work done, Sehun
just sat and waited, helplessly hard and trying not to be too obvious about
staring at his utterly handsome detention monitor.
An eternity later, Joonmyun looked at the clock and said “Okay, we’re done.”
Sehun scrambled to pack up his stuff, relief and a tiny bit of disappointment
swirling in his stomach. He didn’t hear Joonmyun approach and thus blinked in
surprise when he stood up and found himself face-to-face with the older
student.
Joonmyun’s eyes dropped down Sehun’s lanky, underdeveloped body, stopped for a
moment on the still-present bulge in his trousers, and flicked back up to
Sehun’s with a smirk that made his cock throb. “Hmm. No wonder Kris likes you,”
he murmured, and fuck, if Sehun wasn’t red before, he was now. “Go on, get out
of here. I hope you learned something from this.”
Sehun fled, thinking that the only thing he’d learned was just exactly why
everyone in the school was panting after the senior class president.
***** luhan/minseok *****
“You’re going to the game tonight, right?”
Sehun looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor, thinking Zitao was
talking to him. He wasn’t - the question seemed to be aimed at Jongin, who, to
Sehun’s great surprise, was blushing.
Sehun sat up straight and looked at him in wonder. He’d seen Jongin grab his
crotch and thrust at an audience, seen him in every stage of undress short of
totally naked, but he’d never once seen the boy blush. And judging by the
wicked smile that stretched over Tao’s face, that was totally the point of the
comment.
“The soccer game?” Sehun asked, looking between them. Jongin nodded, ducking
his head to hide his face behind his fringe. It was adorable and really, really
weird. “Why, what’s at the soccer game?”
“Jongin’s future lover,” Tao teased, poking the object of his taunting in the
knee with two fingers. “Jongin’s got a cruuuuush. On a senior.”
Whoa. Sehun looked at Jongin in shock. The poor boy looked like he was trying
to melt into the dance room floor. There wasn’t a club rehearsal on Fridays,
but with the showcase fast approaching the freshmen had started actually
meeting for an extra rehearsal every week (instead of just telling their
mothers that’s where they were to avoid having to say they got detention for
smoking in the boy’s room.) The three of them had gotten a lot closer because
of it, but clearly Sehun had missed something. “Who?” he asked.
Jongin opened his mouth, seemed to think the better of it, and closed it again.
Tao’s smirk widened, if that was even possible, and he answered for the quieter
boy. “His name is Lu Han,” he said. “He’s blond, he’s Chinese, he’s the captain
of the team and he looks like a goddamn girl.”
“He does not,” Jongin muttered petulantly.
Tao rolled his eyes. “His face looks like a girl. His body looks like a wet
dream, if you ask this guy.” He poked Jongin again.
Sehun was torn between laughing at Jongin and sheer curiousity. “So you’re
going?” Sehun asked. “To the game?”
Jongin bit his lip - mmm, that was nice - and nodded. Sehun shared a look with
Tao.
“We’re going with him, right? For, you know. Moral support.”
Tao grinned. “See, this is why I like you, Hun.”
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As it turned out, Tao wasn’t kidding about Lu Han looking like a girl.
From a distance, there wasn’t really anything that special about him. He was,
in fact, blond, his hair dyed a slightly more golden color then Sehun’s own; he
was not short but not particularly tall, either; and he was skinny, very very
lean and skinny. It wasn’t until a break in the action, when he came over to
the sideline close by where they were sitting and took long pulls from his
water bottle, that Sehun got a good look at his face, and yeah, whoa. It was
kind of difficult to reconcile that face with that body.
But when Lu Han reached for a towel and pulled it down his neck, wiping away
sweat as he smiled brightly at one of his teammates, Sehun’s throat went a
little bit dry and he heard Jongin make a small, helpless noise beside him.
“You are so screwed,” Tao told Jongin gleefully, and without tearing his eyes
off the object of his affections Jongin nodded minutely.
“If it helps at all,” Sehun said, wrapping a companionable arm around Jongin’s
shoulders, “I like your taste.”
Jongin shot him a grateful smile as Tao spluttered. “What? That skinny little
thing? C’mon, there’s nothing sexy about him, he’s all eyes and elbows. He
looks like Bambi.” Sehun shrugged, since Jongin seemed to be struck speechless
and incapable of defending himself, and Tao huffed. “That can’t really be your
style, Hun. Hell, he’s a senior and you’re already taller than he is.”
“And that matters why?” Sehun asked, thinking about all the sexy guys who were
smaller than him. Joonmyun, for one. Yeesh. “You jealous, Zitao? Want Jongin’s
affections all for yourself, is that it?”
Both Jongin and Tao protested loudly at the insinuation, and Sehun smirked, his
mission accomplished. Then the players were back out on the field, and even
though Sehun had never really been that big on sports or school spirit it was
hard not to get caught up in it all, especially when Lu Han scored a goal and
Jongin was up out of his seat hollering as loudly as Sehun had ever heard with
a massive smile on his face. Hell, even Zitao got into it after a while, and
the three of them spent much of the game cheering and whistling and laughing.
Their school won, which made them that much giddier, and Lu Han had an assist
in the winning goal so Jongin was hugging both of them and jumping up and down
like a complete lovestruck idiot. It was cute and Sehun would never say no to a
Jongin-hug so he just kind of held on and tried to keep the normally very quiet
boy from knocking them all off the rickety school bleachers.
Then Jongin insisted on dragging them down to where the team was receiving
congratulations, pulling them both with him right into the center of the crowd.
Sehun thought at first that it was mostly just amusing to watch Jongin trip all
over himself and flush deep red under his caramel skin when Lu Han looked his
direction and received his congratulations with a smile and a silent nod.
They got pushed out of the way, and Jongin pouted a little, looking longingly
towards the blond head now mostly hidden by well-wishers.
“I still say you should just hike up your panties and talk to him,” Tao
grumbled. “Seriously, Jongin, grow a pair. He’s right there and he’s in a great
mood at the moment, now’s perfect.”
“Fine,” Jongin said suddenly. “You know what? Fine. But if I do it, you do
too,” he said.
Sehun blinked. What? He was missing something again.
Tao’s mouth dropped open. “Asshole,” he gasped, scandalized. “Fine. I fucking
will.”
“Good,” Jongin said fiercely, and as sexy as this little testosterone war was,
Sehun was getting annoyed because clearly he was missing something. But before
he could ask, Jongin said, “I’m going to go buy him something to drink. I’ll
give it to him when the crowd dies down.”
It wasn’t a bad plan, and when Jongin moved towards the concessions stand, Tao
was at his elbow, looking very annoyed about something and leaning in to say
something Sehun couldn’t hear. And Sehun was about to follow them, honestly he
was, but a flash of maroon and gold caught his attention. That looked like…
He moved away from the crowd, back towards the now-deserted bleachers. That had
looked like someone leading someone else under the bleachers by the hand.
Someone blond.
Glancing back, Sehun realized no one else had noticed. Most of the crowd had
dissipated, and the ones that remained were just chatting with the athletes
now. Curious, he quietly made his way into the shadows at the back, keeping
himself mostly hidden by shrubbery and the bleachers’ support struts.
When his mind made sense of what he was seeing, he literally had to clasp a
hand over his mouth to keep from gasping out loud.
Lu Han had backed a teammate into the wall of the stadium, cupping the other
boy’s face in both hands and kissing the everloving crap out of him.
It wasn’t a shy, awkward, first-time kiss either; they kissed like they already
knew each other inside and out, fluid and unrestrained. Lu Han’s teammate
didn’t waste any time reaching down to grab Lu Han’s ass, and Sehun could see
the strength he put into squeezing and rubbing it from a dozen meters away.
Wow, that was really something.
Totally frozen by surprise and suddenly feeling quite warm, Sehun pulled away
the hand he’d clasped to his mouth, only to turn it and bite down on his
knuckle to keep from moaning when Lu Han’s friend neatly flipped their
positions, shoving Lu Han against the wall instead. Jersey number 99 was a
little shorter than Lu Han, but built a bit more powerfully, broader shoulders
and thicker thighs. Lu Han’s hands were in his hair now, and they were still
kissing, and Sehun found himself wondering if he should try to get closer
because the angle sucked and he couldn’t see the action.
He had almost worked up the courage to take a step forward when the two
athletes broke their kiss just long enough for Lu Han to jump up and wrap his
legs around his teammate’s waist. Number 99 caught him and held him up against
the wall easily, tilting his head back to keep kissing, and his hips started to
work, thrusting forward in small motions.
Sehun found he couldn’t move. His breath was coming in short pants, and somehow
the hand not already in his mouth had migrated to the front of his jeans. He
honestly could not believe what he was seeing. It was just like the setup for a
porn but real and actually happening and way hotter than any scripted, staged
scene.
A particularly raucous laugh caught all three boys’ attention at once. Heart
pounding, Sehun looked over his shoulder at the crowd behind him. No one was
looking his way, but it did serve to remind him that these jeans were way too
tight for him to get away with being this hard, and he should probably try to
calm the fuck down or something.
Clearly, the two soccer players had similar thoughts, because when he looked
back Lu Han was back on his own two feet and leading his friend by the hand
towards the locker room door. Sehun caught a glimpse of number 99’s face - wow,
he hadn’t been expecting that level of woodland-creature cute on someone so
strong and passionate - and the matching hard bulges utterly undisguised by
thin athletic shorts before they disappeared into the locker room.
Were they going in there to fuck? They were totally going in there to fuck! All
of these people, fans and teammates alike, right outside the door and they were
about to get it on. Sehun had to admire their audacity.
The sound of someone calling his name yanked Sehun rather roughly out of his
thoughts. Reflexively, he checked his fly. It was bulging rather obviously,
unfortunately, but with a little adjustment he made it look mostly like the
natural folds of the denim and not like a raging erection. Tugging down his
hoodie to disguise it further, Sehun turned back towards the crowd.
He found Tao and Jongin in the crowd, both glancing around like they were
looking for someone. Tao’s expression changed when he caught sight of Sehun,
satisfied to have found him, but Jongin was still looking, and it didn’t take a
genius to figure out for who.
“You just missed him,” he told his friend. “He just went into the locker room.”
Jongin’s face fell. He looked so upset, Sehun had no idea how to tell him that
Lu Han was probably taken, or if he should even try. Maybe he should just let
Jongin have his fantasy.
“Go after him,” Tao urged, giving Jongin a little shove. Jongin bit his lip,
unsure, and looked down at the can of juice in his hand.
“No, don’t,” Sehun blurted, getting surprised looks from both of them. He felt
his face heat a little, but there was a difference between letting his friend
have his dream and setting him up to be totally humiliated. “I mean, it’s one
thing to give him a gift when he’s out here surrounded by fans, but you
seriously think it’s a good idea to follow him into the locker room? I mean,
you want to come off as cute and adoring, not creepy-stalker.”
Jongin sighed heavily. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Hun.” He shot a glare at
Tao. “No thanks to you, Mister Whiny Bitch. Holding me up with your drama.”
Tao snorted and grabbed the can out of Jongin’s hand. “Just for that,” he
muttered, and shoved the can in Sehun’s direction. “Here, Hun, you take this.
You look a little flushed anyway.”
Ducking his head, Sehun took the can and tried not to blush more. Tao gave him
a strange look but didn't comment.
"Who's number 99?" Sehun asked as he popped open the juice can.
"Kim Minseok," Jongin answered distractedly. "Lu Han's best friend. He's the
one who made the winning goal. Should I wait for Lu Han to come out, do you
think?" he asked, sounding lost.
"That's still kinda stalkery, dude," Tao pointed out, as Sehun thought best
friends, riiight. "And Kris is waiting on us anyway." Sehun's mom had dropped
them off, but somehow Tao had talked Kris into picking them up afterwards.
Sehun wondered if he was planning on wheedling Kris into taking them someplace
after.
Jongin relented and the three made their way to the parking lot and Kris's
beat-up two-door. Sehun climbed in the back next to Jongin and tuned out the
conversation as they pulled out of the lot, his mind returning to what he'd
witnessed earlier.
He wondered what would have happened, if someone really had gone in the locker
room after the two athletes. What would they have seen? Were they still making
out, maybe on one of the benches or against the lockers? Or were they already
naked and well on their way to fucking?
Not against the lockers, Sehun decided. They probably would have gone for the
showers. It made sense - the extra level of privacy, the sound of the water to
cover their voices, the easy cleanup, the convenient excuse if someone caught
them naked together. Totally just showering, Coach, nothing to worry about.
He was sure they were in a hurry - they'd certainly looked it - so the clothes
would have started coming off the moment they were alone, gear and uniforms
stripped and dropped in a trail leading to the showers. And if Sehun followed
that trail and peeked around the corner, he'd see Minseok pressing Lu Han
against the wall under the stream of the shower, bare ass flexing as he rocked
his cock against Lu Han's muscled thigh. Lu Han's head would be thrown back,
Minseok's mouth attached to his neck.
Sehun bit his lip and held onto that image for a long moment. The clingy soccer
uniforms revealed quite a bit about the two athletes' bodies, particularly
their arms and legs and asses, so it was all too easy to extrapolate the rest,
to image long lean muscles under pale skin, glistening with water and sweat and
starting to flush pink from the steam of the shower. Too easy to imagine how
those bodies would shift as the boys ground together, how the water would run
down their skin, collecting in rivulets in the cuts between muscles.
Lu Han opened his eyes and looked right at Sehun over Minseok's shoulder.
Glancing around the car to ensure no one was looking at him, Sehun crossed his
legs to angle his obvious bulge away from Jongin and leaned his chin in his
hand, shielding his expression with his fingers. (He really was getting better
at this.)
Lu Han’s eyes were dark and dilated, his girly pink mouth hanging slightly open
in a breathy moan, too quiet to hear over the sound of the water. But he was
definitely looking right at Sehun, and as Sehun watched, Lu Han’s eyes drifted
down his body, appraising him. His gaze lingered on Sehun’s long, thin legs,
which Sehun had recently been made aware were his most alluring feature (which
is why he’d worn these stupid-tight jeans tonight). And something about the
hunger in his eyes, the way his tongue darted out to run over his lips, made
Sehun want to give him something to look at. He tugged up the hem of his hoodie
and dropped one hand down the front of his own jeans, for once not to hide his
ridiculously overtwitchy hard-on, but to highlight it.
Sehun wrapped his fingers slowly around his shaft, pressing the material down
so Lu Han could clearly see his outline, see how hard he was. Doe-eyes
fluttered shut and a moan loud enough to be heard over the water floated across
the room, and Sehun’s cock jerked in his hand at the sound. Then Lu Han’s lips
were moving in a way that suggested words, too low to hear, but Minseok stilled
and looked back over his shoulder, just as dark-eyed and wrecked-looking as Lu
Han.
He had a deceptively cute face, but there was a knowingness to the quirk of his
eyebrows, and by now Sehun knew better than to judge someone by their face
anyway. Minseok’s elevator-eyes were as lewd and obvious as Lu Han’s, maybe
more so, and really, Sehun was starting to get a hell of an appreciation for
older, more experienced guys.
Minseok turned slightly so he didn’t have to look over his shoulder, baring the
fronts of both of their bodies, toned and sleek and wet with flushed, perfect
cocks, straight out of porn. Sehun’s mind helpfully pointed out that most
Chinese guys were uncut, a lovely little fact he’d looked up at one point after
catching a comment Yixing had made to Tao. So Minseok was circumcised, but Lu
Han was not, and the contrast just added another layer of hot.
Lu Han murmured something in Minseok’s ear, and Minseok grinned like a wolf,
and Lu Han lifted one of his hands off of Minseok’s bare, muscled shoulder and
beckoned.
Like he was a marionnette on strings, Sehun’s body moved forward before his
mind could process what he was seeing. He yanked off his hoodie and his shirt
in one movement, letting them drop to the floor outside of the tiled edge of
the shower area. His shoes and socks followed, kicked to the side, but he
hesitated with his hands on his fly, because...because.
Minseok ended his hesitation by reaching forward and tugging Sehun into the
shower space by his belt loops, warm wet hands sliding up his flat stomach and
spanning his narrow waist with splayed fingers. Luhan was right next to him,
his smile sweet but his eyes wicked and his fingers more than deft as he undid
Sehun’s jeans and tugged them down. These jeans were too tight for boxers, and
his little briefs caught on the denim and came down with them, exposing him
completely.
Hi, Lu Han breathed, the words pressed hot into Sehun’s neck. Nice to meet you.
He-hello, sunbae, Sehun stammered, his breath catching as Minseok sank to his
knees and dragged the jeans the rest of the way down. His arm curled
unconsciously around Lu Han’s waist, holding on for balance as he stepped out
of his clothes and Minseok balled them up and tossed them out of the shower
area.
Pretty sure you’re not supposed to be in here, kid, Minseok murmured as he
stood, crowding against Sehun’s back. (Sehun had no idea what his voice sounded
like, but in his mind it was a nice medium tenor, maybe a little bit husky.)
Lu Han had Sehun around the waist, walking backwards and tugging him under the
spray. Sehun went, letting the older boy lead, swallowing harshly as he felt a
second set of hands run down his back, a second mouth attach to his shoulder.
Thin pale shoulders hit the tile and Lu Han grinned up at Sehun, pulling him
forward until Sehun had to plant his hands on either side of Lu Han’s head to
keep from overbalancing. Three sets of hips came in contact at once, and
Sehun’s groan joined the other two as he felt an erection press against both
sides of his body.
Too tall, Minseok grunted in annoyance. Strong hands pushed his shoulders down,
making him lean over, pressing himself against Lu Han’s torso, and at the same
time Sehun’s feet were kicked apart, making him spread his legs and bringing
his ass down to Minseok’s crotch level. He buried his face in Lu Han’s neck and
arched his back, pressing his ass backwards. It earned him a light slap that
made him moan. Looks like we’ve got a greedy one, Lu.
Maybe he’s got the right idea, Lu Han murmured, one hand snaking down Sehun’s
front to trace out his body, rub at his cock. Sehun whimpered and squirmed. We
may not have a lot of time, after all.
Minseok’s heat pulled away from his back for just a moment, and Sehun used the
time to pull back and look into Lu Han’s face. Sunbae, he whined. Please?
It earned him a smile. He asks so nicely, Lu Han said, amused.
Heat returned to his back, and with it a slicked, cold touch against his rear.
Well he’s gonna get it, Minseok said. How do you want him, Lu? Cock, or mouth?
A calloused thumb swiped thoughtfully over Sehun’s lips. Mouth, Lu Han said. If
you’re okay with that?
The last question was directed at Sehun instead of spoken over his head, and he
looked down at Lu Han’s long, uncut cock and licked his lips. Yes, he said
immediately. I - yes.
Lu Han smiled sweetly at him, running a hand over his cheek, tracing out his
eyelashes and nose and bone structure with a delicate touch. I think I’ve seen
you before, he said. Aren’t you in the dance club? Sehun nodded, and Lu Han
glanced over Sehun’s shoulder to share a look with Minseok. I bet he’s awfully
flexible.
A hum of appreciation in his ear. Let’s find out.
Two sets of strong hands arranged him, pushing down on his shoulders and
pulling back on his hips until Sehun was stretched out flat like a table, legs
spread widely apart and palms pressed to the tile wall on either side of Lu
Han’s hips. The warm water of the shower hit him right at mid-back, cascading
down his ass and legs.
God, what a view, Minseok groaned, running one hand down Sehun’s stretched
spine as the other rubbed against his opening. Stuff him full, Lu, I wanna see
him suck you off. He pressed fingers inside Sehun’s body as he said it,
breaching him, and when Sehun’s jaw dropped open in a gasp, Luhan guided his
cock between Sehun’s lips. He’d been under the water long enough that he
smelled and tasted clean, and Sehun groaned, swallowing him down as best he
could.
Suspended as he was between his palms on the wall and Minseok’s hand on his
hip, Sehun had quite a bit of mobility, and when the increased burn told him
that Minseok had added another finger he started to rock forward and back,
fucking himself between the two older boys. A hand tangled in his hair, and
Sehun craned his neck to look up Lu Han’s body, to take in his lusty
expression.
Fuck, Lu Han said, in Chinese, one of the few words in that language Sehun
actually knew, thanks to Tao and Kris. Hurry up, Min.
Minseok did as he was bade, twisting his fingers inside Sehun a few more times
before pulling back and replacing them with his slicked cock. He was maybe a
little shorter than Lu Han, but thicker, and Sehun cried out as he pushed
inside, squirming like a fish on a hook.
Shhh, Lu Han said soothingly, his hand caressing Sehun’s hair, neck, jawline.
We have to be quiet.
Minseok pulled back and snapped his hips forward, and Sehun was forced forward
onto Lu Han’s cock and choked hard. Lu Han gasped and Minseok moaned and Sehun
tried to remember how to breathe, his own cock dripping precome onto the tiles
to wash right down the drain.
“Hun. Hun.”
Sehun snapped back to reality, instinctively pulling his knees up to hide his
swollen crotch from display. “What?” he asked, eyes wide.
Jongin blinked at him. “You have to move so I can get out.”
Uncomprehending - his mind still at least 75% back in that locker room - Sehun
blinked at him dumbly. “Huh?”
Rolling his eyes, Jongin shoved at his shoulder. “Move.”
Sehun looked around and realized they were stopped outside Jongin’s house, that
Tao was out of the car and the seat had been pushed forward already. Fuck, he
must have really been out of it.
Sehun got out of the car, using the moment while he was hunched over to yank
his hoodie down over the excruciatingly obvious mast in his pants. Tao smirked
at him as he stood, and Sehun really, really, really hoped that was because
he’d drifted off, and not because Tao had spotted his hard-on.
Jongin climbed out after him and said his goodnights, and Sehun got back in the
car, pulling his knees back up to his chest as Tao flipped the seat back into
place and got in.
“You gonna come hang out with us, Hun?” Tao asked. “We’re going to the park to
smoke.”
Delinquents. “Nah, just drop me off,” Sehun murmured.
“You sure? It’ll be fun. Just for a little while?”
Sehun shook his head. “Not tonight, Tao.” He wanted to get home, get out of
these stupid-tight jeans, preferably before he came all over them.
Tao regarded him with an unreadable expression. “Okay,” he said finally. “Suit
yourself.”
For the sake of his dignity, Sehun managed to hold off continuing his fantasy
until he was at home, in his bed, with his clothes off and the door locked and
the lights out, one hand in his mouth and the other up his ass and his mind
playing out that scenario a dozen different ways until he came without once
touching his own dick. Sated, he balled up the towel he’d laid down under him,
tossed it in the laundry, and slipped into his pajamas.
Yeah. He was finally, finally, getting a handle on this.
***** conclusion *****
It was a Friday afternoon near the end of the first semester, and Zitao and
Sehun were headed back to the locker room after gym, which was pretty ordinary.
By this point, it had been months, and though Tao was still damn sexy Sehun had
mostly managed to put the other boy in the category of “totally platonic
friend” and only occasionally got distracted by his lips or his hands or his
biceps or his ass. Most of the time, they just shoved each other around and
made faces at each other and insulted one another. It was nice - Sehun hadn’t
really ever had a friend like Tao before.
They were the last ones off the track that period, which was totally Tao’s
fault (“C’mon, Hun, one more lap, if I gotta do it you do too!”) and as a
result by the time they got back to the locker rooms, they were already almost
empty, all the other boys eager to get home and start their weekend.
Sehun and Tao weren’t really in a hurry, though, so they kept talking while
they were changing, discussing their upcoming dance club showcase and whose
number was going to get the biggest applause. Sehun was mid-sentence when Tao
peeled his shirt off, and though his eyes wandered (whose wouldn’t, honestly?)
he was very proud of himself when he didn’t let the subject drop, pulling off
his own like he didn’t want to just fall to his knees and run his tongue over
every groove of the other boy’s unfairly built abs.
That lasted until Tao upended his water bottle over his head. Water soaked into
his hair and cascaded down his pale skin, running in thick rivulets over broad
shoulders and a defined torso.
Fuck.
“Dude,” Sehun said dumbly as he watched the water flow down the same path he’d
just been considering tracing with his tongue to soak in patches into the
waistband of Tao’s gym shorts. “Was that necessary?”
Tao gave his hair a violent shake like a dog, spraying drops everywhere, then
flipped his head back and pushed it back with one hand. And. Well. Wow. “I’m
hot,” he said with a shrug, as if that explained it.
Understatement. “It’s November,” Sehun pointed out. “It’s less than ten degrees
above freezing out there.”
Shooting him a withering look - goddamn, another thing to add to the list of
things that should not be sexy - Tao grabbed a hand towel and draped it over
his shoulders. “I just ran thirty laps,” he retorted. “We both did. Aren’t you
hot?”
“Not any moreso than usual,” Sehun muttered. He grabbed his own towel and wiped
the sweat off the back of his neck, then turned his back and shucked his gym
shorts.
Damn. He was hard. Well, of course he was hard, that was nothing new. Tao would
have teased him about it if he’d seen it, so Sehun figured he was in the clear
and pulled his uniform slacks on, taking the opportunity to arrange himself so
his arousal wasn’t so visible. Really, he was getting so much better at this.
Turning back around, Sehun reached for his uniform shirt. He stopped with his
hand halfway into his locker, because Tao had one leg up on the bench and was
stretching forward, and with his gym shorts dampened like that it was basically
like he wasn’t wearing anything at all, and ass. Just. So much ass.
His back was turned, so Sehun indulged himself for one moment, sucking his
lower lip into his mouth and biting down as the by-now-familiar images
assaulted his mind, of all of the things he would do to that ass if he could.
He didn’t mean to, but a very small noise slipped out, and Tao looked back over
his shoulder. Sehun tore his eyes away, cheeks flushing, and busied himself
with pulling his undershirt and dress shirt back on.
Risking a glance back over at Tao as he was doing up his shirt buttons, Sehun
saw Tao stand and grab the ends of the towel around his neck in both hands. He
tugged on it absently as he regarded his open locker for something, and as his
arms moved his biceps flexed beautifully, and okay, yeah, maybe Sehun hadn’t
quite managed to put him out of the “friend I’d like to fuck” category just
yet, because he was just really, really gorgeous. Being so close made it worse,
actually, because now Sehun knew how hard Tao worked to keep that gorgeous
body, how he acted cocky about his looks but was really secretly insecure about
them, how his image was masculine and badass but he was actually obsessed with
girly shit like fashion and stuffed toys, and how his photograph-smile was sexy
but his real smile was wide and dumb and way, way sexier.
“You’re staring at me again.”
Sehun blinked, and looked up, just in time to see Tao drop the towel to the
floor and advance on him with a dark look on his face. Shocked, he took a step
back, then another and another, until his back pressed against the lockers.
Tao planted his hands on either side of Sehun’s head and gave him a hard,
suspicious look. “Why are you always staring at me, Sehun?”
The noise that came out of Sehun’s mouth was more mouse than human. He cleared
his throat and tried again.
“What are you talking about?”
“You do it all the time.” Tao cocked his head. “All the fucking time. You’re
always staring at my mouth or my arms or my butt. Why is that, Sehun?” His eyes
dropped down Sehun’s body, landed on his crotch, and then dragged back up. “Why
are you hard all the time?”
Sehun’s mind blanked out. This wasn’t happening, right? This could not possibly
be happening. He was fantasizing again, it had all the hallmarks. The secluded
location. The frank, sexual accusation. Tao was still fucking shirtless and
wet, for God’s sake, this wasn’t real.
He bit down on his own lip. And it hurt. Moreover, Tao’s eyes followed it,
staring right at his mouth.
Oh.
This was real.
How about that?
“I’m...I’m sorry,” he tried. Tao’s eyes narrowed, sending Sehun’s heartbeat
racing.
“Don’t bullshit, Hun.” He bent his arms, leaning closer, and very quietly
asked, “Do you want me?”
There was absolutely zero point in lying here; Tao clearly already knew the
answer. Flushing red with shame, Sehun dropped his eyes and admitted, “Yes.”
“Good,” Tao said fiercely, and then he descended the last few centimeters and
pressed his lips to Sehun’s.
At first, Sehun froze, too shocked to move, and they stood there, lips pressed
together chastely, for a few impossibly long seconds. Then Tao’s mouth opened,
and his tongue poked out, brushing delicately across Sehun’s lips. Instinct
took over and Sehun surged up against him, wrapping his arms around Tao’s broad
back heedless of the wetness seeping through his shirt, and kissed back, clumsy
but enthusiastic.
Tao made a deep, satisfied noise and yanked Sehun closer, one arm around the
small of his back and the other tangling in his hair. He’d been at an angle, so
they overbalanced and fell back against the lockers, but Tao’s hands protected
Sehun from the impact and they didn’t stop kissing, deeper and dirtier by the
second. It wasn’t as if Sehun would have felt it anyway; his world had narrowed
completely down to Tao, to the taste of his tongue and the strength in his arms
and the heat of his body. He felt amazing, he felt...right. Screw sex, screw
hand jobs and blow jobs and all those other guys Sehun had ever fantasized
about, he could keep doing just this until the end of time and be totally
happy. This was perfect and he never wanted it to stop, and from the way Tao
was moaning into his mouth, the other boy felt the same way.
And hey, that was awesome.
The slam of the locker room door had the two boys startling apart, both turning
wide-eyed to look over Tao’s shoulder at the cross aisle. Two figures stalked
past, both in uniform, the shorter dragging the taller by his jacket collar.
They disappeared, and Tao and Sehun looked at each other, confused.
Then one of the intruders backtracked and stuck his head around the corner,
regarding them with an extremely unimpressed look. Sehun’s heart hit the floor
when he recognized, of all people, Senior Class President Kim Joonmyun.
And then the other boy stuck his head around the corner as well, and Sehun’s
jaw joined his heart on the floor. Because the boy Joonmyun was dragging around
by the collar was Kris.
“Huh. It’s about time,” Kris rumbled, taking in their half-undressed, flushed
and breathless state and giving both of them an extremely suggestive eyebrow.
Joonmyun shot him an annoyed look over his shoulder. “What? They’ve been
dancing around each other for weeks.”
Sehun blinked. Clearly, he was still missing something.
“You two have thirty seconds to clear the fuck out,” Joonmyun growled at the
freshmen. “Starting now.”
He sounded very, very serious about that, so Tao and Sehun hurried to comply,
shoving their feet in their shoes and tossing on the rest of their uniforms
haphazardly and gathering up their bags as fast as they could. They finished in
seconds and slunk past the two older boys, but were not quite fast enough.
Joonmyun snagged Sehun around the wrist and yanked him back around, and whoa,
for a short dude he was goddamn strong.
“If either of you says one word to anyone,” he hissed, “you will regret it.”
Sehun nodded dumbly, and Joonmyun let him go. The two freshmen made their
escape, shutting the locker room doors behind them - but not before they saw
Joonmyun throw Kris against the lockers and pounce on him.
The moment the doors were closed, Tao collapsed against the brick wall of the
building, bent over with his hands on his knees. “Holy shit,” he wheezed, and
Sehun wanted to put a hand on his shoulder and find out if he was okay, but
suddenly he felt awkward in his own body. What...what had even just happened?
Oh fuck, suddenly Joonmyun’s attitude during detention the other day made a lot
more sense.
Tao looked up at him and grinned, wide and a little evil. “This is amazing.
I’ve got blackmail material for years with this. I mean, I knew Kris had
something going on, he was totally obvious about it, but I never would have
guessed…”
Low snarling voices and some very suggestive rhythmic thumping floated from the
locker room. Sehun’s eyes widened in shock.
Tao started to giggle, then laugh outright, and though Sehun was confused and
panicky and still fucking horny, goddamnit, he couldn’t help but start laughing
too. They were out there for long minutes, just laughing their heads off.
Finally, the giddy adrenaline of it began to wear off, and they quieted a
little. Sehun stood there in the freezing cold in his unbuttoned shirt and
untied shoes, feeling awkward and unsure, and just kind of stared at Tao for a
minute.
“Hey,” Tao said suddenly. “You doing anything tonight?”
He’d been planning to get his homework out of the way quickly, actually. “No,”
he found himself saying. “Not really.”
“Want to come over?” Tao wiggled his eyebrows, suggestive and kind of dumb at
the same time, and Sehun felt an equally dumb smile start to spread over his
face.
“Yeah,” he agreed, a little breathlessly. “That’d be cool.”
“Cool.” Tao stood up straight and adjusted his bag on his shoulders, then he
gestured to Sehun. The two of them fell into step down the path towards the
sidewalk, and before they’d even reached it, Tao’s fingers had slipped between
Sehun’s.
It was surprising, but Sehun curled his hand around Tao’s anyway, and they fell
back into comfortable conversation as they made their way to Tao’s house. Maybe
Sehun didn’t didn’t know what he was doing, but it seemed like Tao did, and for
now, that was more than enough.
 
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“You know I’ve been trying to get your attention for months, right?”
“...What?”
“Oh, come on, Hun, I know you’re kind of a ditz but you can’t possibly be that
dumb. I did everything short of actively grabbing your dick. You seriously
never noticed?”
“No. No, I didn’t.”
“I actually shook my ass at you a couple times. Literally. In dance class.”
“...It’s possible that I’m a little thick.”
“Mmm, I hope so.”
“Tao!”
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