Pairing: Min/Other (some jaeho and yoosu along the way)
Section Rating: NC-15ish (LIME)
Overall Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hot Korean boys. A seduction. An alluring. A temptation. And Min's self-discovery.
Sections: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Se7en, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven (Lemon), Twelve; Thirteen; Fourteen; Fifteen, Sixteen; Se7enteen; Eighteen; Minteen; Twenty
Related Fics: So Much Mine and Lavender Bunny. Links go to PDFs. Other related fics can be found at my LJ: wedspawn
The call came late. They always did. Se7en wasn’t expecting the phone to ring, thinking Min would need some time to decide if he wanted to ever speak to him again. Still, his heart beat a chirrup as he reached for the phone he’d left on his night stand, laying flat on his back as he answered.
“Hey.” Somewhere along the way, Min picked up a husky contralto and it shivered desire through Se7en’s body.
“Hey back, Minku.” They would leave it light. They would have to or Se7en wouldn’t be able to survive the phone call. He wasn’t sure he’d survive it anyway. “What time is it?”
“Isn’t that my line?” Changmin laughed. “I don’t know. That’s what I have you for.”
“Then you’re never going to be late. I don’t even set my watches.” Looking at his alarm clock, Se7en replied. “It’s only a little after midnight.”
“I thought it would be too soon to call you on Friday so I waited until Saturday.” Min played with the corner of his sheet, trying to keep his emotions under control. There was just too much he wanted to say to the other man but the tightness in his chest warned him off of spilling out everything on the tip of his tongue. Choosing something to say was difficult. He thought he’d ask about Se7en’s trip.
“I miss you.”
“What the hell is wrong with my mouth?” Changmin said to himself, hissing in frustration.
“I like how you sometimes talk out loud when you think you’re not.” Se7en teased.
“God, did I say that too?” Min sighed, turning over onto his stomach and burying his face into his pillows. “I’m an idiot.”
“But a cute idiot.” The other man smiled, rubbing at his stomach. “I’ve missed you too.”
“I’m sorry. God I’m sorry.” He couldn’t stop his mind from rambling, spilling everything that he wanted to say to Se7en after the older man kicked him out of his apartment. “And I don’t know how to take it all back. I wish I could.”
“Baby, you can’t take any of it back. That’s just something you have to remember. Every thing that you say is out there.” Se7en replied. “And it’s okay. If you want it to be okay.”
“I do.” Min whispered. “I just don’t know where to start.”
“We start from where we want to start. Make a few rules. Break a few rules.” He grabbed at the earpiece of his phone, fitting the jack into the headphone slot. Arranging the cord so he could speak into the receiver, Se7en set the hand set down and folded his arms behind his back, settling in comfortably. “We’re going to hurt each other, Minku. Did you think that we wouldn’t?”
“It just seems my side hurt you more.”
“Ah, yeah well, your side also sent a medic over to patch me up.” Se7en stared at the palm he’d injured. All of the cuts were healed, leaving nothing but the memory of that night behind. “And he was a very sexy nurse.”
“You’re not supposed to think of Joongie that way.” Min reminded him, trying to shove aside the jealousy that flared up from Se7en’s words. “Only me, remember?”
“Baby, you can come over and play sexy nurse for me any day.” There was a dark evil in Se7en’s seductive chuckle. Min wasn’t sure if he liked it more than it scared him. But he knew he liked it. “I’m thinking some very high, tight white shorts and a white tank top but no shoes. Your feet are sexy as hell. I like how your little toe curls under the one next to it.”
“Nope, you’re scaring me.” Changmin admitted with a nervous laugh. “It sounds like you’ve thought that out too much.”
“Nope, that just came off the top of my head.” He replied, murmuring at the uneasiness in Min’s voice. “You okay, Minku?”
“No. Yes.” Min sighed. “I got your letter…”
“I figured since you called me, even though you waited until Saturday.”
“Do we want to talk about your letter?” Stretching, Min burrowed down into his sheets, feeling a slight chill coming from the open window near his bed.
“Do you want to talk about my letter?”
“I don’t know. No.” Min decided. “I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know what to do. I was too scared that I’d never talk to you again. And then I got pissed off because it felt like you had control over everything and then you passed it back to me in that letter.”
“What am I supposed to do?” He asked.
Over the past two weeks in Se7en’s absence, even the gremlin in the back of his head disserted him, leaving an echoing emptiness in his thoughts, only kept company by the nagging doubts that seemed to crop up like weeds. He’d avoided any entertainment sites on the internet, not wanting to see pictures or videos of Se7en doing anything with anyone.
He didn’t go so far as to delete the other man’s songs from his MP3 player. There was only so much he could deny himself. Min wasn’t going to go that insane.
“What do you want to do?”
“Will you stop answering my questions with more questions.” He hissed, frustrated and surprisingly, aroused by Se7en’s voice. “God, you’re driving me nuts.”
“Good, now we’re finally even.” Se7en purred. “Do you really want me to lead you around? I thought you wanted to be the adult. To make your own decisions. That means, baby, you’re held accountable for your own actions as well as choosing what to do. I decided I needed some time to work and to think. I thought and I wrote down what I thought and sent it to you. Now’s when you have to decide what you want to do.”
“I should make you stew on it for two weeks then write you a letter, then.” Min grumbled. “You don’t know how much that killed me.”
“It killed me too.” The older man admitted, biting on his lower lip. “God, there were times when I wanted to fly home and just kiss you until you couldn’t breathe and then come right back. My director would have killed me but I would have done it.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because it was too soon. I was still pissed.” He shrugged, more for himself than for Min who couldn’t see. “Hell, I’m still pissed but at least I’m able to talk to you now without just wanting to toss you into bed and have you. That’s really why I needed room. Getting that angry at you just made me want you more and I didn’t think you were at a point that you could have handled it if I grabbed you and tossed you naked on a bed.”
“It would have been nice for me but I think scary for you.” Se7en said.
Min didn’t know what to say. Or rather, the words he wanted to say were stuck in his too dry throat.
“No, you’re right. That would have been scary.” The thought of it scared Min right at that moment, imaging Se7en’s strong hands on his naked body, spreading fingers into places that hadn’t yet been touched. “That scared the hell out of me.”
“I’m a bad influence on you.” Se7en purred. “You’re swearing now.”
“Sorry.” Changmin replied automatically, deep felt apologies cloaked in formal language.
“Relax, Minku. I won’t tell anyone.” The older man heard the tremor from the other man, a quaking undertone in Min’s voice. “Baby, if this is scaring you, we don’t have to…”
“No, it’s not that.” Min admitted. “I don’t know if I’ve ever really thought about what being with you means. And I should have. And I think I want to. I want to do everything and I know you’ll be gentle with me. I’m just scared about how I’m going to feel.”
“You afraid to lose control?” He’d wondered for a long time if Min could give himself over to the emotions of intimacy. The young man never wanted to relax the tight grip he had on his heart and soul. It would be a gentle, long coaxing and Se7en was committed to that. He’d been committed to that since the first day he saw Min standing on the balcony looking out over Seoul’s night skyline.
“Yeah.” Changmin sighed with relief. Se7en knew him. He didn’t know why he thought otherwise. The older man was always a little ahead of his own thoughts, anticipating how Min would feel and working to minimize his fears. Lying on his bed in the dark, the young singer wondered why he ever doubted Se7en’s motives.
Because he makes you ache in places that you didn’t think you had, whispered a thin metallic voice.
Oh good, Min nodded pleasantly. I’m crazy again. Hello, missed you. Nice for you to come back to kick my ass.
“You okay, Minku?” Se7en asked. “You sounded a little bit out of it. Do you need to crash?”
“No,” He laughed, wondering if he’d ever told his friend about the slithering whispers in his mind. “I’m okay. I just needed to think for a bit.”
“Yeah, you reconsidering that nurse’s outfit? Cause I’m sure I could get one made for you.” Another purr, illicit and full of wicked promises. “God, on second thought, maybe thigh high white stockings for those long legs of yours. Damn, I could pull those off with my teeth. It would take me days.”
“I don’t think I could last days.” Se7en rethought the stockings. “Nope, no stocking. But god those would be hot.”
“I am not a girl.” Min reminded him.
“Honey, can you tell me my little fantasy is any worse than some of the crap that your stylist makes you wear?” He asked. “I don’t make you braid your hair until your eyes wrap around to the back of your head. I think white silk stockings are the least of your worries.”
“Okay, I’ll give you the braids. But cross-dressing is out.” The young man said reproachfully.
“How about the shorts?” Se7en teased. “Cause those still… damn. Yeah. Anything to show off those legs.”
“Can we stop talking about my legs?” Min complained, shoving a pillow over his face. The blush in his cheeks now raged into a full blooming fire, sending a heat into his bones.
“I can talk about what’s between them.” Purring deeper, he said, pursing his mouth at the thought of Min’s body and its sweet taste. “I could talk about that all night.”
“You’re crazy. I’m going to hang up on you.” Changmin whispered.
“You still holding your phone?”
“Change to the headset.” Se7en said. “I want to talk to you with your hands free.”
“No, I should sleep.” Min listened to the silence on the other end. “God, I hate that you know me. Hold on.”
He fumbled for the cords to his phone, digging around on his nightstand until he found the earpiece. Fitting it on, Min sighed and tucked the phone to the side, out of the way of his body in case he fell asleep. The last time he’d fallen asleep on Se7en, the other man hung up and called back repeatedly until the singing echo of Min’s ringtone drove down into his dreams and he was stuck with the song in his head for three days.
“There.” Changmin grumbled. “Better?”
“You tell me if it’s better.” Se7en said. “What are you wearing? And if you really loved me, you’d tell me nothing.”
“Suppose I am wearing something?”
“Then if you really loved me, you’d make sure you were nothing when you answered.” Another notch of heat worked into Se7en’s voice. “You wouldn’t want to lie to me, would you?”
Did he want to do this? Min asked himself that question as his fingers played with the drawstring of his pajamas. The cotton pants already felt too warm against his body, and the linens on his back were cool to the touch despite laying on them. But he thought he knew what Se7en was daring Min to do.
Did he really want that?
Oh shut up and do it already, muttered the darkness in his mind. You have got to be the densest idiot there is in the world. Have you seen Se7en? Who the hell in his right mind wouldn’t want him?
Jaejoong. Min sniffed back at himself. Jae doesn’t want him.
Idiot; he told himself. Se7en doesn’t want Joongie-ah. He wants you. It’s not Jaejoong that he’s calling in the middle of the night. Even the little fantasy he had about nurses, however sick that was, didn’t include Jaejoong. It was about you. He wanted you in that. Just like he wanted you in his jacket, wearing nothing but the leather and his scent.
His hands worked slowly, undoing the small bow tied beneath his belly and loosened his waistband. Hooking his thumbs into the light elastic ribbing that held the sides to his hips, Min slowly worked his pajama pants down, snagging the band to his briefs with them. They rode the length of his rear, feeling like Se7en’s hand that night in the limo.
“Are those short little pants I hear you making for me?” Se7en asked, jolting Min from his memories.
“This is insane. You and I are fighting.” Min stilled his hands, his clothes just at the dusting of hair above his groin.
“Sometimes fighting is the best time to make love, Minku.” Sex overflowed from Se7en’s rumbling voice, the thrum of his arousal just below his words. “Take them off the rest of the way and just let me imagine how you look under the sheets.”
The cotton pants slithered to the floor, his briefs bunched into the tangled cloth. Stretching beneath the linens, Min reveled in the velvety feel of the satiny weave. They’d spared no expense on their sheets, Jaejoong’s fondness for the finer things in life spreading into the members’ bedrooms. He’d scoffed at the luxury but now, with the sultry moan of his lover’s voice in his ear, Min couldn’t remember why he’d given any argument against the hedonistic bedding.
“You going to lie to me and tell me you’re naked, baby?” Se7en asked.
“I’m not lying.” Min cleared his throat, trying to regain some measure of control. The linens rubbed against the sensitive tip of his sex, a drop of moisture already weeping free of its pout.
“Stroke with just the tips of your fingers. Imagine it’s me. Remember how I touched you. And remember how much your little soft cries made me want you even more.” He whispered into the phone, drawing the palm of his hand down over his bare belly and past his navel. Se7en let a small moan go when he heard Min’s drawn-in breath hitch then break. “Just a little bit. Remind me of how stupid I am for being away from you for two weeks.”
He didn’t have to imagine how sexy Changmin looked against the gold of his sheets, a paler tanned lean body stretched out for his pleasure. If he had his way, he’d display Min on a dark purple, hoping to leave bite and suckle marks that would match the passionate colour.
Actually, if he had his way, Se7en thought, Min wouldn’t ever leave those sheets.
Swallowing hard, Se7en whispered into the line, sighing when his body tightened under the tension he was giving it. “God I wish I was there to see you.”
“I’m so…Mitsu, I don’t know if I can hold it.” Changmin wanted to burst, the skin under his hand tight and throbbing just at the slightest touch and the smooth hush of Se7en’s words. “God, it’s like I’m…I can’t believe you can do this to me so quickly.”
“So let go, Minku.” He urged. “Just let go. You don’t have to hold yourself in for me. There’s nothing more beautiful than seeing you like this and I can’t, I can only listen to you and wonder how sweet your face is. I want to kiss you when you lose yourself in the feelings running over you.”
“It should be like a river of lightning working up from the centre of your body and then up to your chest.” Se7en listened to the harsh panting moans of his lover. Then a sighing and a shuddering cry, broken shards of words Min murmured into the phone.
“I’ve missed you.” Min let the tears fall, long sobbing jags released under the rush of his body’s release. “And I hate you for making me worry and even more for making me wait. I wanted to hate you so much.”
“You can swear you know.” Se7en teased his lover. “Just once, it’s just the two of us. You can do it.”
“I really fucking hated you.” Changmin breathed out in relief, feeling the knot he carried in his stomach since Se7en told him to leave untie his guts. “You are a fucking son of a bitch for doing that to me.”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Fuck.” Min tasted the word again, liking its sharpness and cutting edge. “Okay, I’m better. I’m still mad at you.”
“I’m still mad at you.” Se7en replied softly. “But that’s what we have to work on. If you want to.”
“Yeah, I want to.”
“Good,” Twisting to look at the clock, Se7en winced at the time, wondering what the other man’s day held for him. “I don’t want to keep you up too late.”
“You’ve been keeping me up late for the last two weeks. Tonight’s not going to make much of a difference.” Grabbing his pajama bottoms, Min wiped at the mess he’d made on his stomach after separating out his briefs from the pile.
“Am I your friend? Do you trust me?”
The question hit Min hard, out of the blue and unexpected. Stuttering, he struggled to find the answer he wanted to give, the lethargy of his release numbing his mind.
Images of Se7en’s strong face came to his mind, a sensual mouth set above a strong stubborn jaw line. That mouth was made for sin and for teaching sin. Changmin knew it. Hell, millions of people knew it and there was Se7en on the other side of the phone line offering to give Min another chance to see the heaven that the older man could offer him.
He wanted the taste of that mouth on his. He missed it, damn it. And he wanted it again.
More importantly, he wanted the man who he could share his mind with. The sharp-tongued witty tease who could coax a shy murmur or blush just with a twist of a word or make a joke as bad as Junsu’s funny. Min missed the laughter Se7en gave him. And he missed the flush of his soul when the other man was near.
Something shifted into place inside of Min and a kernel of want buried down into the rich soil of his soul.
“Yes, I trust you.” Changmin let go, surrendering to the wave of emotions he could not hold back any longer. He wanted this man to be his lover. He wanted to see if his face fit into the hollow of Se7en’s belly and to taste the saltiness of sweat and seed on the back of his throat.
“Good.” Se7en murmured back. “I wish I could lick you clean, Minku. I do. But you and I, we need to work on this thing. Are you with me?”
“Yes.” Min agreed. “And I set the pace.”
“Good boy. Take control.” His laugh was a burst of joy to Min’s ears. “I wouldn’t imagine you’d do anything else.”
“Good night, Minku.” Se7en continued. “I’ll call you tomorrow. I need to find out what my schedule is.”
“Okay.” Min replied. “Oh, Mitsu?”
“I love you.” Changmin whispered. “I love you very much.”
Se7en sat at the other end of the phone line, listening to the emptiness following Min’s confession and then the click of the phone disconnecting before Se7en could respond. Smiling, he undid the phone cord and shut his cell down, letting the device and the connectors slide to the floor.
Pulling the sheets over his nude body, Se7en stretched out, cradling a pillow against his side, giving him a warmth that he could imagine was Min.
“Saranghae, Minku.” Whispering into the ceiling, Se7en wished for the night to carry his words to Min’s sleeps, listening to the rain’s song before falling back into his own dreams.