[M] Seventeenth Click (1/1)

“Hey, Chanyeol.” I called out to the person who had been catching my attention every now and then – oh, what the hell – he’s been the center of my attention ever since he decided to keep wearing the ridiculous mushroom hat and buy a popsicle that he had been trying to desperately lick as fast as he could.“Mhmm?!” He said, licking his lips. The popsicle was melting quicker than he could manage. “Ugh, what’s with this thing?!”I held back a chuckle as I watched with a great deal of fascination as he licked the melon flavoured ice cream that was dripping on his knuckles. Oh…We were sitting under the shade of one of the school’s many trees, away from prying eyes. After that incident with the mob of shrieking girls, I had decided to just play it safe and move away from the crowd and keep Chanyeol all to myself – the guy seemed to agree with the idea anyway. So after buying the ice cream he’d been wanting to try, we settled down under this beautiful oak tree.“You just don’t know how to eat it.” I said and he glared at me.“I’d like to see you try.” He pouted.“Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “Well, bring it over here then.”“What?” He whined. “Buy your own ice cream – Ah – oh, shoot!” He gasped, noticing the ice cream melting again. He was about to stick his tongue out, when I grabbed his hand and pulled the ice cream towards my mouth, tongue sticking out and eyes gazing straight at Chanyeol as I licked the melting side.When I pulled away, licking my lips victoriously, I was looking at a gawking mushroomed giraffe, cheeks stained painfully.“Th-That…” Chanyeol grumbled. “What the…”I chuckled. “That’s how you should eat it.”“No way…” He looked down, unable to stick his tongue out anymore. I chuckled.“Trust me, Chanyeol.” I said. “It’ll make me very happy.”“Why you perverted little…” He growled under his breath, sticking the whole popsicle in his mouth anyway, no finesse whatsoever.I hummed, moving my body so I could lie down on the grassy surface, my arms folded at the back of my head. “That reminds me of something…”“Hm?” He looked down at me, popsicle still inside his mouth.“Oh, you don’t remember?” I snickered. “You were pretty brave when you did that. You know…”He blinked his doe-like eyes at me before he looked at me, a horrified look on his face. He pulled the popsicle out of his mouth as if it was a bomb and gulped hard. “STOP IT, HYUNG!”I laughed, unable to contain myself. He’s too innocent and adorable.“Urggh…” He grumbled, finally biting off the last bit of the popsicle. “Great. My hands are all sticky now.”“Hm? Lie down here and give it to me.” I said, patting the space beside me.He lifted his eyebrows before doing so. He lied down, his lanky body nearly as long as mine and he handed me his sticky hand.“What are you going to do?” He asked with all the innocence of a 5-year old.“You’ll see.” I smiled, taking his hand and pulling his fingers close to my mouth, my tongue sticking out again and licking the remnants of the ice cream off of his fingers.“Hu-!!” He gasped, trying to pull his hand back. But I gripped on his hand harder, continuing my cleaning.“S-Stop it, hyung!” He hissed but I pretended to not hear him. “S-Stop!”When I pulled away, he immediately whipped his hand back, rubbing it with his other hand like he had burned it. His cheeks were brick red.“Well? All clean?”“Hardly.” He grumbled. “If anything, they’re twice as sticky as they used to be.” He pouted at me and I smirked.“Well, we can always go back to the room and--”“On second thought! They’re totally clean! Really! WOW! THANKS HYUNG!” He hurriedly spat, turning his head away from my gaze.I merely smiled at his flushed and flighty reaction. “So, what would you like to do next?”He puffed his cheeks and thought, looking up at the sky from the spaces in-between the oak tree’s leaves. “Hmmm~”He turned his head to me and smiled, “Is there anything you want to do, hyung?”“Me?” I blinked. Oh, well… there are a lot of things I want to do – majority of which involve the bed and Chanyeol. I pursed my lips. “Not really.”“What?” He got up, supporting himself with his elbows. “No way, there must be something you want to do!”“I just really want to take pictures of you right now.” I smiled. “There, does that answer your question?”He blushed, “Urk… anything but that.”“How about the bed then?”“OR THAT!” He screeched. “Can’t you think of anything besides those two?!”“It’s a challenge for me,” I frowned, pretending to feel pain. “You have no idea, Chanyeol.”“Oh shut it.” He growled. “You’re just frustrated.”“So we should do something about it.” I smirked.“No!” He stuck his tongue out.I snickered, “I see you remembered how to work it again.”He blinked, tongue frozen in its place. He creased his forehead and pulled his tongue back in, pouting out his bottom lip. “Stop – Stop it, hyung!”“I’m not even doing anything.”“You’re verbally harassing me.” He grumbled.I rolled to my side and pulled myself up so that I was also being supported by one of my elbows, I tilted my head. “I’d like to harass those lips more though, if you know what I mean.”Chanyeol spluttered out something strange, like he had lost his breath but was about to choke on something. He gulped, glancing to the side as if he was looking to see anybody.“No one’s coming here.” I whispered.“Mmm…” He mumbled, unsure, before turning back to face me. “But… my lips are pretty sticky from the ice cream.”Oh good lord.“That’s fine.” I said, leaning forward and pressing my lips over his. He mumbled something before pressing back. I could taste the melon. It was pretty sweet.I pressed harder, slowly pushing his head back down on the grassy surface as I moved a hand to hold his nape, gently caressing his long neck. He seemed to like it as he opened his mouth slightly and so I probed my tongue inside and we shared taste.When I pulled away, my face was hovering above his and he blinked his eyes open.“What?” He asked.“Nothing.” I said simply.“Huh.” He replied, his hand reaching to touch my hand that was still on his neck. I leaned back down and pressed a kiss on his forehead. “Hyung?”I sighed, breathing in the scent of his shampoo. “How long, Chanyeol?”“Wha--?”“How long do I have to wait?”Chanyeol blinked in silence as his hand tensed against mine. “Uh…”I breathed, pulling away slowly and slightly. “I know I said I’ll wait but just as you said Chanyeol, I’m pretty frustrated.”“Oh…” He glanced sideways. “W-Well… my hands…”“I need more than your hands at this rate.” I said honestly and he blushed to the extremities.“Uh… But…” Chanyeol mumbled, not looking at me anymore.“Why are you scared?” I asked. “You’ve got a beautiful body.”“I… I don’t really want to hear that right now.” He said. “And… it’ll hurt won’t it?”Oh, so he’s afraid of the pain? “Well, first times always hurt.”He looked up at me and pursed his lips. “Are you basing that from previous experiences?”My eyes widened. “Eh?”“Nothing.” He looked away. “You used to have girlfriends, right hyung?”Again with the girls. “Chanyeol…”“Did you do it with any of them?”“Well…” I moved away slightly, sitting up straight as Chanyeol decided to pull himself up. “Chanyeol, listen…”He frowned and I reached out