wedspawn ♥ (wedspawn) wrote,
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Coffee and Regrets (a min7en story): Chapter Se7en [Minor Lime]

This is for Friday... my tomorrow. I'm going to the movies. See you Saturday.

Title: Coffee & Regrets ♥
Chapter: Se7en [NC-17] Minor Citrus
Author: wedspawn
Pairing: Min7en
Overall Fic Rating: NC-17
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6

Summary: A pair of lovers, worn and faded by time, hope to recapture what they once had… or walk away after bittersweet goodbyes.

Min forced himself to relax. Just feel, He told himself. Don’t think. Just feel.

But it feels…wrong, His body and mind whispered.

The mouth on his was rough and lascivious. There was something missing; a bit of tenderness, a bit of easy possession. The hands on his bare thighs and shins were grasping him too tightly, nearly bruising his skin as not-quite-long enough fingers explored places that in Min’s mind, they should have already known.

“This is…wrong,” Changmin gasped, his eyes opening wide. “Hyung, please… stop. I’m begging you, please. Stop.”

“Stop?” Bi growled and closed his mouth over the head of Min’s sex, the younger man’s shaft still trapped beneath his undergarments. He sat back on his shins, leaning over and placing his hands on either side of Min’s shoulders. “What the hell do you mean…stop?”

“I can’t…This is wrong, hyung.” Min pleaded, gently pushing at Bi’s wide chest. The older man didn’t budge. He just stared down into Changmin’s tear-damp eyes. “Please, Bi… I can’t.”

“You can’t?” Bi snapped. “You can’t? Your a fucking cock tease! Who the fucking hell do you think you’re playing with?”

Stars exploded across his eyes when Bi’s clenched fist slammed into Min’s cheekbone. The force of the blow rocked Min’s head back and he hit the hard wood edge of the couch’s trim. He’d never been in an actual fight before. He’d often slapped and punched Jaejoong but the contact usually smarted, nothing like the spearing pain jabbing through his eye and cheek.

This was a punch powered by anger and rage. Min winced when the other man brought his hands up again.

Tasting blood, Changmin tried to sit up but Bi’s hands on his shoulder shoved him back down into the cushions. “Hyung, please. I don’t want…”

“You don’t want this? Just like the last three times?” Bi spat in Min’s face, spittle landing in the cut under Min’s eye. “You call me up. You get me hard and then I get you hot enough to want what I can give you and you jerk away. This isn’t a fucking game, Changmin. What the hell do you think you’re going to get here besides my cock? Some kind of promise for forever?”

“No,” Min said, shaking his head. “I just need some time. Give me some time.”

“You said that the last time. And the time before that.” Bi growled. “How many fucking times do I have to do this? How many times do I have to lick you until you are hard and then take a cold shower because you’re too much of a coward to have my cock in you.”

“I can do this,” Changmin asserted. “Let me try…”

“I don’t want to try,” Bi said, sliding from the couch. He left Changmin laying exposed, wet from Bi’s mouth and bloody from the other man’s fist. He paced away, his hands on his hips as he stared up at the ceiling. “I’m tired of trying this with you.”

The older man walked off a length, then circled back around. His anger was palatable, mirrored by Min’s consternation. They stared at one another, chests heaving with exertion. Changmin let his eyes drop, licking at the split in his lip.

“Maybe if we… switched things…” Min suggested, swallowing his spit and bitterness. “Maybe if I could make you feel…”

“No one fucks me, Changmin,” The older man said, turning to stare at the younger singer. “And it is never going to be you.”

Sex was different than love, Changmin realized in his bones but he didn’t think the distinction would be so… harsh. His body still burned with want but his stomach rebelled at the thought of Rain’s tongue in his mouth. Se7en…his Shichi… never turned him away when he suggested something different. The other man… the man he’d loved… was open to the adventure of sensation, something he’d shown Min with each kiss and touch.

Rain would never give him that.

Rain could never give him that.

His body ached but not for the man standing over him. His heart broke knowing he’d never have it again with the man he wanted standing over him… with the man he wanted covering his body with kisses. His soul hurt more than his face…and probably never heal.

“I’ll leave,” Changmin hooked his t-shirt back over his head and straightened his jeans, zipping them close. “I’ll just…”

“Let me tell you something,” Bi grabbed Min’s upper arm before the younger man could pass him. His fingers dug into the singer’s flesh, tightening his grip until Min cried out in pain. “Don’t call me again. Don’t let me see you again because the next time I do, I’m going to take what you’ve been offering me…even if you don’t want me to.”

He let Changmin go and the younger man stumbled, his long legs tangling together. Min caught himself before he fell on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” Min said, wiping at his eyes as he stood. “Bi, I’m…”

“This…isn’t for children, Changmin. I’m telling you, if you ever cross my threshold again, be prepared to play a big man’s game. I don’t want anything from you other than your ass around my cock, maybe your mouth on mine. You’re pretty but I have to tell you, who ever you’re trying to get over, don’t use me to do it.”

The cold air hit Min full in the face, blinding him with its chill. Despite being late in the afternoon, the sky was nearly pitch black, thickened with storm clouds. The threat of rain lingered in the air, a soft misting drizzle dewing Min’s tousled hair.

He walked without seeing where he was going, his legs moving him down the building’s long steps. His foot hit the railing and caught, pitching him forward. Min winced, bracing himself as he fell, expecting to strike the hard marble stairs.

Then the world tilted and Min found himself staring up into a pair of velvet brown eyes he’d begged God to see again.

“Minku…” Se7en caught Changmin up, holding the young man in his arms.

They stared at one another as the sky opened, drowning away the city’s sights and sounds then Changmin’s breath hitched and he let go a sorrowful cry.

“Oh baby,” The older man lifted Changmin up, holding the younger man’s slight body against him. “I’ve got you. It’s okay… I’ve got you now.”
Tags: c&r7, min7en
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