Open Up (Jaeyong) [Complete]

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"I can't... I..."

When Taeyong didn't struggle, but looked at him with uncertain and pleading eyes, Jaehyun grinned and started to kiss his way down Taeyong's jaw and down throat.

Taeyong gasped as Jaehyun took one of his nipples into his mouth, lightly nipping on it with his teeth.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive nub until he made Taeyong groan, then moved on to the next.

Jaehyun's hands found the front of Taeyong's pants and soon had them undone and was slowly pulling them down with his boxers, his mouth never stop working.

"Jaehyun, I don't know how to, um," he stuttered, not sure how to verbalize his distress.

Could this situation get any worse? Not only was he a novice, but now he had to point it out!

"That is I never, um-"

Jaehyun gave another low throaty laugh as he looked into Taeyong's worried eyes.

"If you are anything at all in here like you were out there on the dance floor with my sister, believe me, you have nothing to worry about."

"You were watching me?"

"I couldn't take my eyes away from you."

Looking deep into Taeyong's eyes, he whispered with a smile, "I'm sure you'll learn this quicker than you do that damn business class. And I can guarantee you'll enjoy it more."

As Jaehyun began sliding down his pants, Taeyong's face heated and he closed his eyes, gripping the bedspread with clenched fists.

He was embarrassed at how hard he'd become. Never having compared his property with friends in high school, he wasn't real sure whether it was a good size or not.

What if it was too thin? Or too thick? What if he came too soon? Would Jaehyun be disappointed? Would he laugh at him?

Why hadn't anyone told him sex would be so fucking stressful?????!!

Afraid he was going to hyperventilate, Taeyong took a deep, shaking breath.

He felt his pants slide off, heard them thud to the floor. Then a deafening silence fell about the room, as he lay there naked in front of his best friend.

He held his breath, waiting for Jaehyun's ridicule, but it never came. Taking a chance, he slowly opened his eyes to find Jaehyun grinning at him.

"What?"

Jaehyun let out a light laugh.

"This might be a lot more pleasant for both of us if you relaxed a little. Don't be so nervous."

"Sorry."

When Taeyong didn't relax in the slightest, Jaehyun laughed again and began prying the bedspread from the death grip Taeyong had on it.

"Oh."

Taeyong let go of the bedspread and concentrated on breathing.

Breathing was good, he had to remember that.

Jaehyun sat up and took off his own shirt, his broad muscular chest smooth. Leaning down on his elbow, he let his fingers slowly trail down Taeyong's ribcage and stomach, delighting in feeling the muscles jump at his touch.

He let his hand play with Taeyong's body.

"Your beautiful, you know that?"

Taeyong blushed, wondering whether he should respond in kind.