Tight Leather

14: Be my forever

[Good morning me old chums; what an exuberant thrill it is to see you again. I've decided, after much deliberation in my cosy bed, that there is going to be two endings to this story. This chapter will be the non-explicit finale and chapter fifteen will be nothing short of saucy. I'm doing this because I'm aware some people don't want to read [porn] uncensored content, but that would mean them missing the end of the whole book, which is what neither of us want.

So sit back, grab a cup of your preferred hot beverage and dig into chapter 14. Get ready for some wild time jumps.

Do your internal bodily systems ever just completely malfunction when your retinas fall upon a sight so pure and endearing? Because birch that image is making me ascend.]

May 2009

3rd Person POV:

"What do you mean we're performing our first concert in 3 months?"

Onew was holding his hands up in front of his chest with his palms facing the group. There was a look of exasperation plastered across his usually mellow face and his shoulders were tensed.

"Will you let me finish."

Minho folded his bare arms in irritation, accidentally elbowing Taemin in the process. He was sitting between Jjong and Tae, since Tae had refused to be near Jjong. Minho didn't know why, but he graciously accepted this hidden gesture and had perched himself beside Jjong.

Their 'relationship' had progressed negatively since Taemin had discovered why Jjong wasn't touching him. Whenever he tried to approach Jjong, Taemin would be halted in his tracks by an overwhelming wave of nervousness. His hands would begin to tremor and he would always end up cowering away from him. His heart beat could be felt by every part of his body and his throat would manage to close up.

He had discussed these issues with Key, who had proved to be surprisingly knowledgeable when it came to 'relationship' problems. He had explained how Taemin was building himself up for this huge, magical moment but the pressure of this was putting him off, so much so, that he found it impossible to talk with Jjong. He said that he needed to demolish this hyped up scenario Taemin had in his mind and just do what he planned. That there was no point getting anxious about it if he was never going to execute it.

Taemin was concerned about his plan to become intimate with Jjong, especially since he had now been informed about an unforeseen concert. This pressure of progressing his relationship with Jjong, alongside the building tension of their first concert was making Taemin feel nauseous. He had just gotten over his exhaustion and now he had been pushed into live performances?

He was beginning to feel broken.

"I was informed over four months ago that if our sales increased and if our fan base grew, then there was a slight possibility that we maybe would be performing live. That was all I was told for four months."

"So why are we only hearing about this now?"

Minho had removed himself from the sofa with his arms still crossed. His confused expression had molded into a look of annoyed displeasure and he had moved to be alongside Onew.

Aware that his secret lover was beside him, Onew's mochi cheeks began to blush. The look of irritation however, had not changed.

"Because I received no further news on the subject. Can you imagine how stressed I felt waking up this morning to find a voicemail stating that we are going to be performing in Seoul's Olympic Gymnastics Arena?"

"There's no way we have 20,000 fans. That's massive."

Jjong had his phone clasped in his hand and was showing Key a picture of the arena in question. There was a look of terror momentarily shared between them before Jjong had placed his phone on the coffee table for the other members to see.