The Quartermaster - [4.4] [Yoochun]
Yoochun hated making international calls because they were so expensive, but this couldn’t wait because Dr. Lim’s office would be closing soon and he needed to schedule an appointment for when they got back to Seoul. He hadn’t seen the psychiatrist since Junsu had kissed him because he’d spent all his time strengthening the bond with Changmin and wow, that had paid off in the most delightful way possible.
When the lady who scheduled the appointments answered, Yoochun cleared his throat. “Ah, yes…this is Lee Jungmin, I need to schedule an appointment for the 27th if possible.” It always felt weird having to use a fake name, but it was SM policy to protect his identity. Dr. Lim knew his real identity, of course, and since he had other celebrity clients he had a private office in a small building near the Han River where they could talk without fear of being discovered.
A rough hand on his back caused him to jerk, his phone slipping away from his ear. He turned around to find Jaejoong glaring at him. Great, mommy wants to punish me, Yoochun thought, waving to him that he needed to finish his phone call.
“Yes, that would be fine,” Yoochun said when the lady confirmed a time. “Thank you.” He hung up and started to amble away, knowing Jaejoong would chase after him, but it wasn’t like they could talk at a photo shoot with staff and strangers lurking around every corner.
“I know where you sleep,” Jaejoong hissed as he threw an arm around the back of Yoochun’s shoulders, holding him with a strength that would scare the strongest of men.
Smiling sweetly, Yoochun met his friend’s eyes. So Jaejoong had figured it out, big deal. He wasn’t ashamed of having sex with Changmin, in fact, he was rather proud of it. “And I know where you hide that CD you burned of naked pictures of Yunho.”
Jaejoong’s expression darkened. “He already knows about them.”
“Oh really? Hey Yunho!” Yoochun yelled out, calling him on his bluff. Jaejoong covered his mouth and motioned that they were just playing around when Yunho looked over expectantly. Yoochun knew how to play this game and he knew how to win.
“You owe me a night of drinking. Don’t think I’m going to let this new information slide by like it’s nothing. You have a lot of explaining to do,” Jaejoong said while the grip on Yoochun’s shoulder turned painful.
“Why me? Can’t someone else explain?” Yoochun tried to step away, but Jaejoong held on tight, smiling at a makeup coordi that breezed by. “It takes two people you know.”
“So you’re admitting it?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun pretended to lose interest and looked around. Jaejoong pinched his arm. “Ow, fuck, what’s wrong with you? I’m not allowed to do what everyone else in the world does?”
Jaejoong pinched him again. “It depends on why you did it. Are you playing around or being serious?”
Shrugging, Yoochun finally pulled out of Jaejoong’s death grip and adjusted the collar of his shirt. “Both.” And with that, Yoochun walked away, heading straight for the one person that he couldn’t stop thinking about.
He found Changmin talking to Junsu, quite the mental mind fuck for Yoochun and his newly budding feelings. After being with Changmin, his interest in Junsu had plummeted, perhaps it had even disappeared altogether, but he couldn’t help but still want to know what Junsu’s secrets were. His new passion and his old crazed obsession chatted together happily, neither knowing that the other had been sexually intimate with him. Yoochun couldn’t help but feel euphoric as he thought of having power over them, knowing something they didn’t know. Maybe that’s how Junsu felt when he kept his secret from Yoochun-the little hussy.
Clearing his throat, he caught their attention. Junsu smiled at him brightly and Yoochun wondered why he had been so happy all day.
“They said we’d be done pretty quickly tonight,” Junsu said, practically glowing. Yoochun was about to ask him what happy juice he’d been drinking but Changmin inching away from him caused his mind to switch into panic mode.
After their talk in the afternoon, Yoochun felt things were progressing nicely. He even imagined he could get a confession of Changmin’s feelings within a week, but now…
Changmin scratched his nose and slid farther away.
Yoochun reached out and touched his forearm. “You feeling okay? You look a little pale.”
“Yeah, you do look a little pale,” Junsu said, hopping into Changmin’s personal space and lifting his chin. “You sick?”
Yoochun’s chest constricted in worry, but when Changmin glanced at him, he saw his lover’s big brown eyes reflect the studio lighting like a deer in headlights. Ah, so his Changmin was falling faster than he had originally anticipated-that or he was having doubts, but Yoochun refused to believe that could be true. Rubbing Changmin’s arm, Yoochun moved closer, making Junsu step back and brought his hand to his cheek, holding the back of his fingers there as if feeling for a fever.
“You have to feel his forehead,” Junsu said, his small hand slapping down on Changmin’s forehead, causing the tallest member to lean back.
“I’m not sick,” he said, shrugging them both off.
Jaejoong suddenly appeared, a hand on Changmin’s waist as he led him to a chair so he could sit down. Yoochun frowned. He hoped this wasn’t a new trend; Jaejoong sticking his nose into their affair and interfering when Yoochun wanted to be the one to take care of his baby.
Baby. Changmin wasn’t much of a baby, maybe a sweetie or honey. Grinning to himself, Yoochun felt the exhilarating swell of butterflies in his stomach. It had been so long since he’d felt like this, alive and excited to have something new. Changmin made him feel that way. Changmin was the life he’d been missing.
Jaejoong clucked over Changmin, but Yoochun wasn’t about to lose his chance to pamper him to their over doting group mother. “I’ll get you some water,” Yoochun said, weaving his way around the photography equipment to the table of snacks. He grabbed a bottle of water.
“Give him some space,” Yunho’s voice startled him. What was even more startling was that he was speaking in Korean, something they tried not to do when working in Japan.
Turning around, Yoochun eyed the leader, grateful to find him much more relaxed and easy going than Jaejoong had been. “News spreads fast,” Yoochun said, chuckling as he popped the security tab off the cap.
“Yes, it does. Just…promise me you’ll think this through.” Yunho didn’t appear upset, just concerned.
“I already did. I know what I’m doing,” Yoochun said, patting him on the shoulder as he walked away. Why were they ganging up on him? Had Changmin said something to them that made them think he was a perverted brute or something? He was definitely perverted, but not an overbearing jerk by any means.
At least he didn’t think he was a jerk.
“Here’s some water,” Yoochun said, handing the bottle to Changmin once he got back to where he was sitting.
Changmin met his eyes and Yoochun smiled, right before Jaejoong stepped in between them and blocked his view. Mother fucker.
“I think Yunho is calling you,” Jaejoong said, pointing to where Yoochun had just left Yunho standing by the snacks.
Yoochun cocked his head and pretended to listen. “Hmmm, I don’t hear anything. Maybe you’re going crazy, hyung,” he said in Korean, making it clear to Jaejoong that he wasn’t going to be pushed around by him any longer.
Changmin stood up. “I’m feeling fine, okay? I’m not sick.” He offered them a wonky smile that seemed half fake and half nervous then walked off clutching the bottle of water.
Yoochun followed after him.
“I said I’m fine!” Changmin whirled around, startling Yoochun.
They stared at each other while Yoochun debated on what his next move should be, crack a joke maybe? Grab his new lover and drag him to the bathroom and shove his tongue down his throat? “Save that temper for later,” Yoochun said, imagining Changmin bent over the back of the sofa, his ass being pounded. Oh yes, Yoochun had changed his mind and he was going to change the rules on him soon enough. He didn’t want Junsu’s ass anymore, now he wanted to try it giving anal with Changmin.
“What?” Changmin asked, a hand on his hip as his angry eyes beat down on Yoochun’s face.
“I said save your temper for later. You know what they say about angry sex, it’s hot,” Yoochun said, pleased when Changmin’s eyes widened in shock.
Changmin grabbed his upper arm, squeezing his poor little muscle until it was ready to pop. “Are you fucking crazy!?” he whispered in Korean.
“Crazy for you~” Yoochun sung the words and gently pried Changmin’s fingers off his arm. “Relax, no one is around.” He leaned closer to his head and whispered, “I want to suck you off.”
The spark that ignited in Changmin’s eyes immediately put Yoochun’s worries to rest. Changmin still wanted him, he was just nervous, that’s all. He was about to back him into a dark corner and fondle him inappropriately when the photographer’s assistant snuck up behind them, letting them know it was time for the group shot.
Yoochun adjusted the bulge in his jeans when he sat down on the block. The photographer motioned for Changmin to sit next to him while Jaejoong perched his mother-henning ass in front of them. God, he hadn’t been this turned on just by a conversation in a long time. Maybe the last time was when he was like sixteen and hot for a girl that was talking about how her boobs bounced when she walked or something, he couldn’t remember, he just remembered that his hormones heard boobs and his cock got hard.
Boobs hadn’t done it for him recently. Physical attraction hadn’t really done it for him with either gender, now that he thought about. It was the enigma of Junsu’s secret and the allure of Changmin’s innocence that had roped him into wanting gay sex. He had to be like one in a million to fall for a one of the planet’s hottest guys for his mind and personality rather than his body.
Though he had to admit, Changmin had a beautiful body. And a beautiful face. And amazingly warm, gentle lips that had yet to be wrapped around his cock. Right as he was imagining Changmin’s nose nuzzled against his abdomen, he felt someone touch his hand. Looking down between them, he saw Changmin’s fingers sliding over the back of his hand.
Oh yes, he was so going to get a blow job later. Seeing the smirk on Changmin’s lips, Yoochun almost forgot where they were, but their Japanese manager called out his name, suggesting politely that he stay focused. He’d have to kiss that grin off Changmin’s face later.
~*~
By the time they got home, Yoochun was an electrified ball of aroused nerve endings. He wanted to shut himself away with Changmin and fuck him senseless, but his plans were thwarted when Changmin got on the phone with his mom and disappeared into their little work room, shutting the door behind him.
Yunho and Jaejoong scurried to their room, probably to fuck, so that left the perkiest, happiest Junsu they’d seen in months to hang around with.
“Why are you so happy?” Yoochun asked as Junsu grabbed the remote control and turned the TV in the living room on.
“Me? No reason,” Junsu said, flipping to the NHK channel. “What about you? You’ve been in a good mood all day too.”
Yoochun sat on the sofa thinking about it. Yeah, he had been happy, hadn’t he? He hadn’t really thought about how he appeared to others, but he did feel giddy and in love and wait-in love?
“Did you get laid or something?” Junsu asked, eyeing him with curiosity.
Shocked by Junsu’s question, Yoochun stared at him, but then Junsu started laughing. “What?” Yoochun asked.
“Never mind.” Junsu waved him off. “You don’t have to answer that, I’ve just had sex on the brain a lot lately.”
Yoochun sat up. Since when did Junsu ever have sex on the brain? “Oh? Did your hormones finally kick on? Or what?”
Junsu grinned and looked away as if he was hiding something, but unable to control his enthusiasm. “I-“
Junsu’s phone rang and he scrambled to answer it as if he was on fire and it would save his life. Yoochun watched in mild horror as Junsu’s smile nearly split his face.
“Hiiiii,” Junsu cooed to the person on the phone in a goofy, giddy, “in love” sort of way that made other people sick. Wait? In love?
Just as he was about to pester Junsu and make him get off the phone to answer the million questions he had, Yunho came into the room, hovering near the hallway. “Hey Yoochun, can we talk?”
Crap. Yoochun took one last look at the alien that had taken over Junsu’s body and got up, knowing it was time for a good scolding from mommy and daddy, who could go fuck themselves if they thought he was going to let Changmin go now that he had him.
Sure enough, Jaejoong was waiting for him when he ambled into the YunJae room of love. The room didn’t smell like sex, so they must have been formulating their gang-up-on-Yoochun plan instead of having a quickie.
Yunho shut the door behind him, but he refused to sit when Jaejoong motioned for him to sit on the bed. “Just say whatever you have to say,” Yoochun said, feeling like it was none of their business.
“Changmin is really confused,” Jaejoong said as Yunho moved to sit next to him.
“Oh really? Did he tell you that? Or are you just assuming that’s how he feels because you think you know better than everyone else?” Yoochun wasn’t sure where the intense anger was coming from, but he didn’t like how he was being singled out. Why wasn’t Changmin here getting scolded too?
Jaejoong looked hurt, but he stood up and Yoochun stepped back, running into the door as Jaejoong approached him. “Yes, he told me that. What’s wrong with you recently?”
“Me? What’s wrong with you?” Yoochun accused, seeing Yunho stand up out of the corner of his eye.
“Let’s all sit,” Yunho said, taking Jaejoong’s arm and leading him back to the bed. “We don’t want to upset you Yoochun, we just want to make sure this doesn’t turn into something bad.”
“So I’m not capable of having something good?” Yoochun asked, though he wasn’t angry with Yunho. At least Yunho wasn’t glaring at him like Jaejoong was.
“If you hurt him-“ Jaejoong didn’t get to finish because he choked up.
“Fuck! Does anyone care if he hurts me? Why do you think he’s the one that’s going to get hurt?” They must all think he’s a big asshole if that’s all they were worried about it.
“We care, of course we care. We’re just more worried about Changmin because he, well, he…” Yunho trailed off.
“He thinks he’s developing feelings for you,” Jaejoong finished. “If this is a game or you just want free sex, then stop, because Changmin’s already been hurt enough.”
Yoochun scoffed and rolled his eyes. “And you think I don’t know that? I’m the one that talked to him night after night about how that cunt hurt him, not you, so don’t tell me how vulnerable he is. That’s why I fell for him in the first place, because he’s sweet and pure and everything that I didn’t even know I wanted,” Yoochun said, surprised that he was admitting that he’d fallen for Changmin.
“You fell for him?” Jaejoong questioned with a slight tone of curiosity and accusation.
“Yes, I fell for him. But that doesn’t mean we’ll be together forever, we have to take our time and see if anything develops, like every other relationship in the world, so give us some space, we’ll figure it out on our own,” Yoochun said, practically pleading with Jaejoong to back off.
Jaejoong broke into a smile. “Okay Yoochun, okay. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t playing with him, because he deserves a lot better than that.”
Yunho, however, didn’t look convinced. “Are you gay? Are you ready to have a relationship with a guy?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I’m not sure what I am, bi maybe? But yeah, I can have a relationship with Changmin, some other dude, maybe not, but Changmin, yes.”
Jaejoong giggled like he always did when Yoochun said dude in English. “Just don’t rush him, okay?”
“Yeah, fine, can I go talk to him now?” Yoochun asked. He was incredibly turned on, knowing that Changmin’s feelings were growing.
“Hey, when are you going to tell Junsu? We can’t leave him out, it isn’t fair,” Yunho said.
“I think the right time will present itself, don’t worry about that right now,” Jaejoong said before Yoochun could think of an answer. The truth was, he wanted to tell Junsu immediately to share the good news, but he also wanted to hide it from him to show him how mean it was to keep secrets, but Jaejoong’s suggestion was good enough, so he’d go with that.
Opening the door, Yoochun looked back at them. “Thanks for looking out for Changmin,” he said, because Changmin did deserve love and protection, even if it was from a meddling pair of goobers who didn’t know where the lines of privacy stopped and began.
Walking to the door of the work room, Yoochun opened it without knocking and met Changmin’s eyes. He was still on the phone, but Yoochun stared at him for a few minutes until he told his mom he had to go. Then like a puppy, Changmin followed him to their bedroom, where Yoochun attacked him as soon as the door closed.
Changmin was thrown off balance by his sudden move and they tumbled onto the nearest bed, Changmin’s, as Yoochun swallowed his lips in a deep, desperate kiss.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Yoochun said, his hands already under Changmin’s shirt, his fingers sliding along his flat stomach and up to his defined pecs.
Changmin’s body shook as he laughed and then Yoochun found himself underneath a bigger body, pinned and staring up at a flushed face that had sex written all over it. They gazed into each other’s eyes and Yoochun noticed the gold flecks in Changmin’s eyes. He also noticed the hesitation, the worry, the fear and so he did what he could to soothe him.
Touching Changmin’s face, Yoochun ran his fingers along his temple, brushing back his hair. “I like you,” Yoochun said softly, excited when he saw the gold in Changmin’s eyes brighten.
Changmin glanced away, but then glanced back, shy and cute and Yoochun wanted to make out with him again, just cuddle all night and explore the fine art of kissing. To be honest, Yoochun hadn’t expected all these feelings, it was a nice surprise.
“I…thank you,” Changmin said and Yoochun faked a pitiful groan of despair.
“Thank you, huh? It’s no confession, but it’ll do,” he said, oddly okay that Changmin wasn’t ready to say it yet.
“No, I really mean it, thank you. I like you too, I just wasn’t sure if we were going to go that direction or just be…”
“Fuck buddies?” Yoochun asked when Changmin turned shy again.
“Yeah. Fuck buddies. But I do like you, I do, it’s just weird and yeah…” Changmin was rambling and Yoochun kissed him gently to help him out.
When their lips parted, Yoochun tugged on his shoulder, pulling his weight down on his body. “You’re a heavy mother fucker,” Yoochun said as he let Changmin’s full weight press him into the bed.
“It’s all muscle,” Changmin said, grinning.
“I never see you work out,” Yoochun said, truly wondering when the youngest found time.
Changmin blushed. “Trust me, I work out.”
“Well, I know that if you work out like you fuck, then you’re in the best shape of your life. How about we get me into shape? I’m getting a little blobbish,” Yoochun said and one of Changmin’s eyes half closed in amusement.
“Blobbish? More like skinny toothpick, but aren’t you sore, we should wait,” Changmin said, but his erection was poking against Yoochun’s hip so he knew it would only take a few well chosen words and a few well placed touches and they’d be fucking like bunnies again.
“I’d suggest trading places, but I really want a repeat of last night so…I’m up for it if you are,” Yoochun said, planting the seed of switching on a later date now so it wouldn’t surprise Changmin when he really went for it (and expected him to bend over).
Changmin’s nostrils flared. “Can we do it here?”
“Where else?” Yoochun asked, bemused.
“I mean, won’t they hear?” Changmin seemed nervous as he played with Yoochun’s long locks.
“How often do we hear Yunho and Jaejoong?” Yoochun asked, remembering the many nights of listening to soft moans from down the hall. It only annoyed them when they wanted to sleep, otherwise, it was a total turn on.
“Good point,” Changmin said, sitting up on the bed, reaching to pull his shirt off. His chest was stunning and Yoochun gawked at it for a bit before taking off his own shirt, wondering if he could get a blow job tonight.
Changmin’s bed creaked a little as they moved around. They started kissing while Yoochun explored Changmin’s chest with his hands. He had been so caught up in the sex last night that he hadn’t had a chance to map out his body.
The one thing he really liked about Changmin was that he didn’t complain about the lights being on like some of Yoochun’s past girlfriends had. Their room at the love hotel had been bright and cheery and they’d done it above the covers, but they hadn’t made use of the mirror in the room, so Yoochun eyed their floor length mirror and smiled.
Deciding that the best way to ask for a blow job was to first give one, Yoochun pressed Changmin against the mattress and worked on getting his pants off. Changmin raised his hips as he slid them off and Yoochun tugged on his boxer briefs, revealing his half hard cock.
Yoochun could see where Changmin was red around the base, where the latex condom had rubbed him the wrong way. He leaned down and licked the head, tonguing the whole area before swallowing his cock into his mouth. Changmin moaned and those eager hands were in his hair again, wanting him to take him in deeper.
He sucked and played with Changmin’s cock for a long while, loving the feel of it in his mouth, then he crawled up his body and kissed him, rubbing his erection against Changmin’s leg.
Changmin took the hint and started undoing Yoochun’s jeans, reaching inside, he took a hold of his cock and Yoochun let his eyes roll back in pleasure. Not wanting to be jacked off, Yoochun wiggled out of his pants then laid out on the bed, hoping Changmin would take the hint.
Thankfully, Changmin really was intelligent after all. Yoochun watched with hooded eyes as Changmin kissed along his stomach, taking his time working around the one area he was dying to be kissed. His hand stroked Yoochun’s cock a few times, slowly, maddeningly almost, and then he hesitantly put his head down there and Yoochun inhaled sharply in anticipation.
The first swipe of Changmin’s tongue nearly sent Yoochun into a frenzy. It wasn’t that it was the most pleasurable thing in the world, it was that Changmin was actually doing it. The youngest played with the head, licking and lapping before his lips settled around it, sliding down.
“Oh that’s good,” Yoochun said, encouraging him, putting his hands on Changmin’s head and gently pushing down in hopes of more.
The blow job didn’t last as long as Yoochun would have liked, because Changmin sat up, his eyes clouded with lust, and pulled Yoochun’s legs apart like the sexy, dominant top that he was turning out to be. “Condom? Lube?” Changmin asked.
“We don’t need a condom, but the lube is in my bag,” Yoochun said, remembering that he’d left it in the living room where the happy-go-lucky Junsu was giggling on the phone.
“I’ve got lube in my sock drawer,” Changmin said, getting up and fetching the almost empty bottle.
Yoochun smirked. “Jack off a lot?”
Settling back between his legs, Changmin looked a little flustered. “No, I just…yes. Are you sure we don’t need a condom?”
“If it grosses you out I can go get one, but otherwise, I think we’re good,” Yoochun said and that seemed to calm his lover down.
“It’s not that I just…” Changmin popped open the bottle and poured the lube in his hand. “Do I come inside you or pull out or...? I’ve always had sex with a condom so I don’t really know.”
Yoochun propped himself up on his elbows. “You can come wherever you want. Inside me, on the comforter, on my face…”
“Your face?” Changmin asked and Yoochun could tell he was trying to sound shocked but he was really intrigued and probably contemplating it.
“Yes, anywhere you want,” Yoochun said, finding lips on his again as Changmin prepared him. Either that boy was a fast learner or he’d seen so much porn that he knew just how to prepare someone for anal sex like the pros did, because his fingers felt like heaven.
When Changmin finally pushed into him, Yoochun held his breath and fought the urge to resist. The bed creaked again as they started moving, Yoochun trying to thrust forward as Changmin pounded into him. He tried to move with the rhythm, but it was hard when Changmin’s strength took over and all Yoochun could do was hold on and wait for his orgasm.
Changmin wasn’t only out for his own pleasure, though, and Yoochun found himself turned onto his side as Changmin plowed into him from behind, stroking him until he came all over the bed.
The creaking sounds increased as Changmin moved faster in search of his own climax while Yoochun fought to find his breath and his sanity. Changmin pulled out and Yoochun looked over his shoulder to see him jack out his orgasm onto his ass.
“That’s not my face,” Yoochun said with a chuckle when Changmin collapsed in a sweaty mess behind him.
“Next time,” Changmin said and by the evil grin on his face, Yoochun knew he’d actually do it next time.
They laid there together, not really snuggling but half cuddling until Yoochun realized Changmin had fallen asleep. He kissed his lips gently then got up, needing to clean himself up and put on some pajamas. He returned to the bed a few minutes later and managed to get Changmin under the covers before turning out the light and slipping into the small twin with him. It was a tight fit, but comfortable.
He didn’t know what was happening, but his feelings were overwhelming and as like he’d thought earlier, the feelings were that of being in love. Could he be in love this quickly? It wasn’t like he just met Changmin, he’d known him for years, so maybe it was possible to fall for someone that you knew well that fast.
He needed to talk to Dr. Lim and sort this all out and strangely, he still wanted Junsu to go with him. He’d ask him in the morning if he was available to go.
Yoochun’s phone vibrated from the floor and he searched for it in his discarded pants pockets until he pulled it out and found a text message from Jaejoong, we’re getting you futons. Creaking beds make Yunho horny. (^o^)v
Yoochun texted him back, now you know how we feel all the time ^^.
Closing his phone, Yoochun heard Changmin mumble.
“Jaejoong said we have to get futons so when we fuck there’s no creaking sound,” Yoochun said.
Changmin’s mouth opened but his eyes remained closed. “Your…there’s a bathroom on the left, you’re welcome.”
Yoochun quietly laughed as Changmin talked in his sleep about god knows what. He ran his finger along the bridge of Changmin’s nose and wondered how this had all happened. How had he gone from feeling scattered and crazy and disjointed to feeling calm and at peace and in love? Yoochun had been so out of whack that feeling normal again scared him. But then again, feeling extreme love and infatuation for another guy overnight wasn’t exactly normal.
Whatever it was, Yoochun thanked his lucky stars that Changmin had saved him.
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A/N: This is the picture from B-Pass that they took that I am referring to in this chapter.
When the lady who scheduled the appointments answered, Yoochun cleared his throat. “Ah, yes…this is Lee Jungmin, I need to schedule an appointment for the 27th if possible.” It always felt weird having to use a fake name, but it was SM policy to protect his identity. Dr. Lim knew his real identity, of course, and since he had other celebrity clients he had a private office in a small building near the Han River where they could talk without fear of being discovered.
A rough hand on his back caused him to jerk, his phone slipping away from his ear. He turned around to find Jaejoong glaring at him. Great, mommy wants to punish me, Yoochun thought, waving to him that he needed to finish his phone call.
“Yes, that would be fine,” Yoochun said when the lady confirmed a time. “Thank you.” He hung up and started to amble away, knowing Jaejoong would chase after him, but it wasn’t like they could talk at a photo shoot with staff and strangers lurking around every corner.
“I know where you sleep,” Jaejoong hissed as he threw an arm around the back of Yoochun’s shoulders, holding him with a strength that would scare the strongest of men.
Smiling sweetly, Yoochun met his friend’s eyes. So Jaejoong had figured it out, big deal. He wasn’t ashamed of having sex with Changmin, in fact, he was rather proud of it. “And I know where you hide that CD you burned of naked pictures of Yunho.”
Jaejoong’s expression darkened. “He already knows about them.”
“Oh really? Hey Yunho!” Yoochun yelled out, calling him on his bluff. Jaejoong covered his mouth and motioned that they were just playing around when Yunho looked over expectantly. Yoochun knew how to play this game and he knew how to win.
“You owe me a night of drinking. Don’t think I’m going to let this new information slide by like it’s nothing. You have a lot of explaining to do,” Jaejoong said while the grip on Yoochun’s shoulder turned painful.
“Why me? Can’t someone else explain?” Yoochun tried to step away, but Jaejoong held on tight, smiling at a makeup coordi that breezed by. “It takes two people you know.”
“So you’re admitting it?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun pretended to lose interest and looked around. Jaejoong pinched his arm. “Ow, fuck, what’s wrong with you? I’m not allowed to do what everyone else in the world does?”
Jaejoong pinched him again. “It depends on why you did it. Are you playing around or being serious?”
Shrugging, Yoochun finally pulled out of Jaejoong’s death grip and adjusted the collar of his shirt. “Both.” And with that, Yoochun walked away, heading straight for the one person that he couldn’t stop thinking about.
He found Changmin talking to Junsu, quite the mental mind fuck for Yoochun and his newly budding feelings. After being with Changmin, his interest in Junsu had plummeted, perhaps it had even disappeared altogether, but he couldn’t help but still want to know what Junsu’s secrets were. His new passion and his old crazed obsession chatted together happily, neither knowing that the other had been sexually intimate with him. Yoochun couldn’t help but feel euphoric as he thought of having power over them, knowing something they didn’t know. Maybe that’s how Junsu felt when he kept his secret from Yoochun-the little hussy.
Clearing his throat, he caught their attention. Junsu smiled at him brightly and Yoochun wondered why he had been so happy all day.
“They said we’d be done pretty quickly tonight,” Junsu said, practically glowing. Yoochun was about to ask him what happy juice he’d been drinking but Changmin inching away from him caused his mind to switch into panic mode.
After their talk in the afternoon, Yoochun felt things were progressing nicely. He even imagined he could get a confession of Changmin’s feelings within a week, but now…
Changmin scratched his nose and slid farther away.
Yoochun reached out and touched his forearm. “You feeling okay? You look a little pale.”
“Yeah, you do look a little pale,” Junsu said, hopping into Changmin’s personal space and lifting his chin. “You sick?”
Yoochun’s chest constricted in worry, but when Changmin glanced at him, he saw his lover’s big brown eyes reflect the studio lighting like a deer in headlights. Ah, so his Changmin was falling faster than he had originally anticipated-that or he was having doubts, but Yoochun refused to believe that could be true. Rubbing Changmin’s arm, Yoochun moved closer, making Junsu step back and brought his hand to his cheek, holding the back of his fingers there as if feeling for a fever.
“You have to feel his forehead,” Junsu said, his small hand slapping down on Changmin’s forehead, causing the tallest member to lean back.
“I’m not sick,” he said, shrugging them both off.
Jaejoong suddenly appeared, a hand on Changmin’s waist as he led him to a chair so he could sit down. Yoochun frowned. He hoped this wasn’t a new trend; Jaejoong sticking his nose into their affair and interfering when Yoochun wanted to be the one to take care of his baby.
Baby. Changmin wasn’t much of a baby, maybe a sweetie or honey. Grinning to himself, Yoochun felt the exhilarating swell of butterflies in his stomach. It had been so long since he’d felt like this, alive and excited to have something new. Changmin made him feel that way. Changmin was the life he’d been missing.
Jaejoong clucked over Changmin, but Yoochun wasn’t about to lose his chance to pamper him to their over doting group mother. “I’ll get you some water,” Yoochun said, weaving his way around the photography equipment to the table of snacks. He grabbed a bottle of water.
“Give him some space,” Yunho’s voice startled him. What was even more startling was that he was speaking in Korean, something they tried not to do when working in Japan.
Turning around, Yoochun eyed the leader, grateful to find him much more relaxed and easy going than Jaejoong had been. “News spreads fast,” Yoochun said, chuckling as he popped the security tab off the cap.
“Yes, it does. Just…promise me you’ll think this through.” Yunho didn’t appear upset, just concerned.
“I already did. I know what I’m doing,” Yoochun said, patting him on the shoulder as he walked away. Why were they ganging up on him? Had Changmin said something to them that made them think he was a perverted brute or something? He was definitely perverted, but not an overbearing jerk by any means.
At least he didn’t think he was a jerk.
“Here’s some water,” Yoochun said, handing the bottle to Changmin once he got back to where he was sitting.
Changmin met his eyes and Yoochun smiled, right before Jaejoong stepped in between them and blocked his view. Mother fucker.
“I think Yunho is calling you,” Jaejoong said, pointing to where Yoochun had just left Yunho standing by the snacks.
Yoochun cocked his head and pretended to listen. “Hmmm, I don’t hear anything. Maybe you’re going crazy, hyung,” he said in Korean, making it clear to Jaejoong that he wasn’t going to be pushed around by him any longer.
Changmin stood up. “I’m feeling fine, okay? I’m not sick.” He offered them a wonky smile that seemed half fake and half nervous then walked off clutching the bottle of water.
Yoochun followed after him.
“I said I’m fine!” Changmin whirled around, startling Yoochun.
They stared at each other while Yoochun debated on what his next move should be, crack a joke maybe? Grab his new lover and drag him to the bathroom and shove his tongue down his throat? “Save that temper for later,” Yoochun said, imagining Changmin bent over the back of the sofa, his ass being pounded. Oh yes, Yoochun had changed his mind and he was going to change the rules on him soon enough. He didn’t want Junsu’s ass anymore, now he wanted to try it giving anal with Changmin.
“What?” Changmin asked, a hand on his hip as his angry eyes beat down on Yoochun’s face.
“I said save your temper for later. You know what they say about angry sex, it’s hot,” Yoochun said, pleased when Changmin’s eyes widened in shock.
Changmin grabbed his upper arm, squeezing his poor little muscle until it was ready to pop. “Are you fucking crazy!?” he whispered in Korean.
“Crazy for you~” Yoochun sung the words and gently pried Changmin’s fingers off his arm. “Relax, no one is around.” He leaned closer to his head and whispered, “I want to suck you off.”
The spark that ignited in Changmin’s eyes immediately put Yoochun’s worries to rest. Changmin still wanted him, he was just nervous, that’s all. He was about to back him into a dark corner and fondle him inappropriately when the photographer’s assistant snuck up behind them, letting them know it was time for the group shot.
Yoochun adjusted the bulge in his jeans when he sat down on the block. The photographer motioned for Changmin to sit next to him while Jaejoong perched his mother-henning ass in front of them. God, he hadn’t been this turned on just by a conversation in a long time. Maybe the last time was when he was like sixteen and hot for a girl that was talking about how her boobs bounced when she walked or something, he couldn’t remember, he just remembered that his hormones heard boobs and his cock got hard.
Boobs hadn’t done it for him recently. Physical attraction hadn’t really done it for him with either gender, now that he thought about. It was the enigma of Junsu’s secret and the allure of Changmin’s innocence that had roped him into wanting gay sex. He had to be like one in a million to fall for a one of the planet’s hottest guys for his mind and personality rather than his body.
Though he had to admit, Changmin had a beautiful body. And a beautiful face. And amazingly warm, gentle lips that had yet to be wrapped around his cock. Right as he was imagining Changmin’s nose nuzzled against his abdomen, he felt someone touch his hand. Looking down between them, he saw Changmin’s fingers sliding over the back of his hand.
Oh yes, he was so going to get a blow job later. Seeing the smirk on Changmin’s lips, Yoochun almost forgot where they were, but their Japanese manager called out his name, suggesting politely that he stay focused. He’d have to kiss that grin off Changmin’s face later.
~*~
By the time they got home, Yoochun was an electrified ball of aroused nerve endings. He wanted to shut himself away with Changmin and fuck him senseless, but his plans were thwarted when Changmin got on the phone with his mom and disappeared into their little work room, shutting the door behind him.
Yunho and Jaejoong scurried to their room, probably to fuck, so that left the perkiest, happiest Junsu they’d seen in months to hang around with.
“Why are you so happy?” Yoochun asked as Junsu grabbed the remote control and turned the TV in the living room on.
“Me? No reason,” Junsu said, flipping to the NHK channel. “What about you? You’ve been in a good mood all day too.”
Yoochun sat on the sofa thinking about it. Yeah, he had been happy, hadn’t he? He hadn’t really thought about how he appeared to others, but he did feel giddy and in love and wait-in love?
“Did you get laid or something?” Junsu asked, eyeing him with curiosity.
Shocked by Junsu’s question, Yoochun stared at him, but then Junsu started laughing. “What?” Yoochun asked.
“Never mind.” Junsu waved him off. “You don’t have to answer that, I’ve just had sex on the brain a lot lately.”
Yoochun sat up. Since when did Junsu ever have sex on the brain? “Oh? Did your hormones finally kick on? Or what?”
Junsu grinned and looked away as if he was hiding something, but unable to control his enthusiasm. “I-“
Junsu’s phone rang and he scrambled to answer it as if he was on fire and it would save his life. Yoochun watched in mild horror as Junsu’s smile nearly split his face.
“Hiiiii,” Junsu cooed to the person on the phone in a goofy, giddy, “in love” sort of way that made other people sick. Wait? In love?
Just as he was about to pester Junsu and make him get off the phone to answer the million questions he had, Yunho came into the room, hovering near the hallway. “Hey Yoochun, can we talk?”
Crap. Yoochun took one last look at the alien that had taken over Junsu’s body and got up, knowing it was time for a good scolding from mommy and daddy, who could go fuck themselves if they thought he was going to let Changmin go now that he had him.
Sure enough, Jaejoong was waiting for him when he ambled into the YunJae room of love. The room didn’t smell like sex, so they must have been formulating their gang-up-on-Yoochun plan instead of having a quickie.
Yunho shut the door behind him, but he refused to sit when Jaejoong motioned for him to sit on the bed. “Just say whatever you have to say,” Yoochun said, feeling like it was none of their business.
“Changmin is really confused,” Jaejoong said as Yunho moved to sit next to him.
“Oh really? Did he tell you that? Or are you just assuming that’s how he feels because you think you know better than everyone else?” Yoochun wasn’t sure where the intense anger was coming from, but he didn’t like how he was being singled out. Why wasn’t Changmin here getting scolded too?
Jaejoong looked hurt, but he stood up and Yoochun stepped back, running into the door as Jaejoong approached him. “Yes, he told me that. What’s wrong with you recently?”
“Me? What’s wrong with you?” Yoochun accused, seeing Yunho stand up out of the corner of his eye.
“Let’s all sit,” Yunho said, taking Jaejoong’s arm and leading him back to the bed. “We don’t want to upset you Yoochun, we just want to make sure this doesn’t turn into something bad.”
“So I’m not capable of having something good?” Yoochun asked, though he wasn’t angry with Yunho. At least Yunho wasn’t glaring at him like Jaejoong was.
“If you hurt him-“ Jaejoong didn’t get to finish because he choked up.
“Fuck! Does anyone care if he hurts me? Why do you think he’s the one that’s going to get hurt?” They must all think he’s a big asshole if that’s all they were worried about it.
“We care, of course we care. We’re just more worried about Changmin because he, well, he…” Yunho trailed off.
“He thinks he’s developing feelings for you,” Jaejoong finished. “If this is a game or you just want free sex, then stop, because Changmin’s already been hurt enough.”
Yoochun scoffed and rolled his eyes. “And you think I don’t know that? I’m the one that talked to him night after night about how that cunt hurt him, not you, so don’t tell me how vulnerable he is. That’s why I fell for him in the first place, because he’s sweet and pure and everything that I didn’t even know I wanted,” Yoochun said, surprised that he was admitting that he’d fallen for Changmin.
“You fell for him?” Jaejoong questioned with a slight tone of curiosity and accusation.
“Yes, I fell for him. But that doesn’t mean we’ll be together forever, we have to take our time and see if anything develops, like every other relationship in the world, so give us some space, we’ll figure it out on our own,” Yoochun said, practically pleading with Jaejoong to back off.
Jaejoong broke into a smile. “Okay Yoochun, okay. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t playing with him, because he deserves a lot better than that.”
Yunho, however, didn’t look convinced. “Are you gay? Are you ready to have a relationship with a guy?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I’m not sure what I am, bi maybe? But yeah, I can have a relationship with Changmin, some other dude, maybe not, but Changmin, yes.”
Jaejoong giggled like he always did when Yoochun said dude in English. “Just don’t rush him, okay?”
“Yeah, fine, can I go talk to him now?” Yoochun asked. He was incredibly turned on, knowing that Changmin’s feelings were growing.
“Hey, when are you going to tell Junsu? We can’t leave him out, it isn’t fair,” Yunho said.
“I think the right time will present itself, don’t worry about that right now,” Jaejoong said before Yoochun could think of an answer. The truth was, he wanted to tell Junsu immediately to share the good news, but he also wanted to hide it from him to show him how mean it was to keep secrets, but Jaejoong’s suggestion was good enough, so he’d go with that.
Opening the door, Yoochun looked back at them. “Thanks for looking out for Changmin,” he said, because Changmin did deserve love and protection, even if it was from a meddling pair of goobers who didn’t know where the lines of privacy stopped and began.
Walking to the door of the work room, Yoochun opened it without knocking and met Changmin’s eyes. He was still on the phone, but Yoochun stared at him for a few minutes until he told his mom he had to go. Then like a puppy, Changmin followed him to their bedroom, where Yoochun attacked him as soon as the door closed.
Changmin was thrown off balance by his sudden move and they tumbled onto the nearest bed, Changmin’s, as Yoochun swallowed his lips in a deep, desperate kiss.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Yoochun said, his hands already under Changmin’s shirt, his fingers sliding along his flat stomach and up to his defined pecs.
Changmin’s body shook as he laughed and then Yoochun found himself underneath a bigger body, pinned and staring up at a flushed face that had sex written all over it. They gazed into each other’s eyes and Yoochun noticed the gold flecks in Changmin’s eyes. He also noticed the hesitation, the worry, the fear and so he did what he could to soothe him.
Touching Changmin’s face, Yoochun ran his fingers along his temple, brushing back his hair. “I like you,” Yoochun said softly, excited when he saw the gold in Changmin’s eyes brighten.
Changmin glanced away, but then glanced back, shy and cute and Yoochun wanted to make out with him again, just cuddle all night and explore the fine art of kissing. To be honest, Yoochun hadn’t expected all these feelings, it was a nice surprise.
“I…thank you,” Changmin said and Yoochun faked a pitiful groan of despair.
“Thank you, huh? It’s no confession, but it’ll do,” he said, oddly okay that Changmin wasn’t ready to say it yet.
“No, I really mean it, thank you. I like you too, I just wasn’t sure if we were going to go that direction or just be…”
“Fuck buddies?” Yoochun asked when Changmin turned shy again.
“Yeah. Fuck buddies. But I do like you, I do, it’s just weird and yeah…” Changmin was rambling and Yoochun kissed him gently to help him out.
When their lips parted, Yoochun tugged on his shoulder, pulling his weight down on his body. “You’re a heavy mother fucker,” Yoochun said as he let Changmin’s full weight press him into the bed.
“It’s all muscle,” Changmin said, grinning.
“I never see you work out,” Yoochun said, truly wondering when the youngest found time.
Changmin blushed. “Trust me, I work out.”
“Well, I know that if you work out like you fuck, then you’re in the best shape of your life. How about we get me into shape? I’m getting a little blobbish,” Yoochun said and one of Changmin’s eyes half closed in amusement.
“Blobbish? More like skinny toothpick, but aren’t you sore, we should wait,” Changmin said, but his erection was poking against Yoochun’s hip so he knew it would only take a few well chosen words and a few well placed touches and they’d be fucking like bunnies again.
“I’d suggest trading places, but I really want a repeat of last night so…I’m up for it if you are,” Yoochun said, planting the seed of switching on a later date now so it wouldn’t surprise Changmin when he really went for it (and expected him to bend over).
Changmin’s nostrils flared. “Can we do it here?”
“Where else?” Yoochun asked, bemused.
“I mean, won’t they hear?” Changmin seemed nervous as he played with Yoochun’s long locks.
“How often do we hear Yunho and Jaejoong?” Yoochun asked, remembering the many nights of listening to soft moans from down the hall. It only annoyed them when they wanted to sleep, otherwise, it was a total turn on.
“Good point,” Changmin said, sitting up on the bed, reaching to pull his shirt off. His chest was stunning and Yoochun gawked at it for a bit before taking off his own shirt, wondering if he could get a blow job tonight.
Changmin’s bed creaked a little as they moved around. They started kissing while Yoochun explored Changmin’s chest with his hands. He had been so caught up in the sex last night that he hadn’t had a chance to map out his body.
The one thing he really liked about Changmin was that he didn’t complain about the lights being on like some of Yoochun’s past girlfriends had. Their room at the love hotel had been bright and cheery and they’d done it above the covers, but they hadn’t made use of the mirror in the room, so Yoochun eyed their floor length mirror and smiled.
Deciding that the best way to ask for a blow job was to first give one, Yoochun pressed Changmin against the mattress and worked on getting his pants off. Changmin raised his hips as he slid them off and Yoochun tugged on his boxer briefs, revealing his half hard cock.
Yoochun could see where Changmin was red around the base, where the latex condom had rubbed him the wrong way. He leaned down and licked the head, tonguing the whole area before swallowing his cock into his mouth. Changmin moaned and those eager hands were in his hair again, wanting him to take him in deeper.
He sucked and played with Changmin’s cock for a long while, loving the feel of it in his mouth, then he crawled up his body and kissed him, rubbing his erection against Changmin’s leg.
Changmin took the hint and started undoing Yoochun’s jeans, reaching inside, he took a hold of his cock and Yoochun let his eyes roll back in pleasure. Not wanting to be jacked off, Yoochun wiggled out of his pants then laid out on the bed, hoping Changmin would take the hint.
Thankfully, Changmin really was intelligent after all. Yoochun watched with hooded eyes as Changmin kissed along his stomach, taking his time working around the one area he was dying to be kissed. His hand stroked Yoochun’s cock a few times, slowly, maddeningly almost, and then he hesitantly put his head down there and Yoochun inhaled sharply in anticipation.
The first swipe of Changmin’s tongue nearly sent Yoochun into a frenzy. It wasn’t that it was the most pleasurable thing in the world, it was that Changmin was actually doing it. The youngest played with the head, licking and lapping before his lips settled around it, sliding down.
“Oh that’s good,” Yoochun said, encouraging him, putting his hands on Changmin’s head and gently pushing down in hopes of more.
The blow job didn’t last as long as Yoochun would have liked, because Changmin sat up, his eyes clouded with lust, and pulled Yoochun’s legs apart like the sexy, dominant top that he was turning out to be. “Condom? Lube?” Changmin asked.
“We don’t need a condom, but the lube is in my bag,” Yoochun said, remembering that he’d left it in the living room where the happy-go-lucky Junsu was giggling on the phone.
“I’ve got lube in my sock drawer,” Changmin said, getting up and fetching the almost empty bottle.
Yoochun smirked. “Jack off a lot?”
Settling back between his legs, Changmin looked a little flustered. “No, I just…yes. Are you sure we don’t need a condom?”
“If it grosses you out I can go get one, but otherwise, I think we’re good,” Yoochun said and that seemed to calm his lover down.
“It’s not that I just…” Changmin popped open the bottle and poured the lube in his hand. “Do I come inside you or pull out or...? I’ve always had sex with a condom so I don’t really know.”
Yoochun propped himself up on his elbows. “You can come wherever you want. Inside me, on the comforter, on my face…”
“Your face?” Changmin asked and Yoochun could tell he was trying to sound shocked but he was really intrigued and probably contemplating it.
“Yes, anywhere you want,” Yoochun said, finding lips on his again as Changmin prepared him. Either that boy was a fast learner or he’d seen so much porn that he knew just how to prepare someone for anal sex like the pros did, because his fingers felt like heaven.
When Changmin finally pushed into him, Yoochun held his breath and fought the urge to resist. The bed creaked again as they started moving, Yoochun trying to thrust forward as Changmin pounded into him. He tried to move with the rhythm, but it was hard when Changmin’s strength took over and all Yoochun could do was hold on and wait for his orgasm.
Changmin wasn’t only out for his own pleasure, though, and Yoochun found himself turned onto his side as Changmin plowed into him from behind, stroking him until he came all over the bed.
The creaking sounds increased as Changmin moved faster in search of his own climax while Yoochun fought to find his breath and his sanity. Changmin pulled out and Yoochun looked over his shoulder to see him jack out his orgasm onto his ass.
“That’s not my face,” Yoochun said with a chuckle when Changmin collapsed in a sweaty mess behind him.
“Next time,” Changmin said and by the evil grin on his face, Yoochun knew he’d actually do it next time.
They laid there together, not really snuggling but half cuddling until Yoochun realized Changmin had fallen asleep. He kissed his lips gently then got up, needing to clean himself up and put on some pajamas. He returned to the bed a few minutes later and managed to get Changmin under the covers before turning out the light and slipping into the small twin with him. It was a tight fit, but comfortable.
He didn’t know what was happening, but his feelings were overwhelming and as like he’d thought earlier, the feelings were that of being in love. Could he be in love this quickly? It wasn’t like he just met Changmin, he’d known him for years, so maybe it was possible to fall for someone that you knew well that fast.
He needed to talk to Dr. Lim and sort this all out and strangely, he still wanted Junsu to go with him. He’d ask him in the morning if he was available to go.
Yoochun’s phone vibrated from the floor and he searched for it in his discarded pants pockets until he pulled it out and found a text message from Jaejoong, we’re getting you futons. Creaking beds make Yunho horny. (^o^)v
Yoochun texted him back, now you know how we feel all the time ^^.
Closing his phone, Yoochun heard Changmin mumble.
“Jaejoong said we have to get futons so when we fuck there’s no creaking sound,” Yoochun said.
Changmin’s mouth opened but his eyes remained closed. “Your…there’s a bathroom on the left, you’re welcome.”
Yoochun quietly laughed as Changmin talked in his sleep about god knows what. He ran his finger along the bridge of Changmin’s nose and wondered how this had all happened. How had he gone from feeling scattered and crazy and disjointed to feeling calm and at peace and in love? Yoochun had been so out of whack that feeling normal again scared him. But then again, feeling extreme love and infatuation for another guy overnight wasn’t exactly normal.
Whatever it was, Yoochun thanked his lucky stars that Changmin had saved him.
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A/N: This is the picture from B-Pass that they took that I am referring to in this chapter.