Bent Kisses 1/?
Title: Bent Kisses 1/?
Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (YunJae!Bffery, JaeChun!Bffery, ninja!Changmin/Junsu and a maybe a few others)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine so I could make them question their sexuality by inventing games so they had to kiss each other (and me).
Summary: Yunho is having fun studying abroad in America. He has a lot of friends, some Korean, most not. The girls love him because he's tall and exotic. When one of his best friends decides to play matchmaker, Yunho isn't sure if he should let him, because well, even if he is a damn good kisser, Yoochun is a guy. And Yunho is straight.
A/N: this fic is for all you 2U lovers out there, and the only warning it needs is "massive amounts of kissing, and massive amounts of fluff".
Poster credit goes to dami_ah! Thank you darling, I love it! ♥♥♥
Part 1:
Yunho was pretty sure he’d had enough to drink. A faint, pleasant buzzing filled his head. Interrupted by shouts from fellow students, laughter. Vomiting. Someone bent over the kitchen sink. Yunho shook his head and turned around. He took another shot of something that had been sitting on the counter and went into the living room.
“YUNNIE!” A very drunk Jaejoong hooked an arm around Yunho’s neck and his leg wrapped around Yunho’s calf. They almost fell over, but Jaejoong’s friend Yoochun was right behind him and he held them up.
Jaejoong blew blond hair from his face and giggled at Yoochun.
“Hey, BooJae,” Yunho said.
“Here, play with us. More people need to play.” Jaejoong lifted his arm. He held a purple Crown Royal bag in his hand.
Yunho sent a confused look at Yoochun. The other smiled and said, “Just take out a Jenga tile. Jaejoong made up a game, because he’s tired of the normal drinking games.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yep, yep. Just take one.”
Yunho reached into the bag and took out a tile.
“Sweet!” Jaejoong kissed his cheek and then left, probably to corral more people into his game.
“Go to the den,” Yoochun said as he followed Jaejoong. “As soon as the tiles are gone, we’ll be back and play. Shouldn’t take long.”
They heard Jaejoong cry out in victory as another victim fell to his idea.
“There’s soju,” Yoochun said helpfully, and then smiled before turning away.
Yunho wanted to sit down anyway. He made his way through the party goers and decided that college in America was a fantastic thing. They didn’t have a parties on the weekends like this in Korea. The house was full of mainly Asian exchange students, but there were also lots of white girls there, and some of the guys. Most if not all were drunk.
“Hey, Yunho,” Changmin said as Yunho entered the den, “you get tricked into playing too?”
“Naw, I’m bored.”
“What’s on your tile?”
“Huh?”
“Jaejoong drew pictures.” Changmin showed him his tile. There was a pretty good drawing of a bottle of soju on it.
Yunho looked at his tile and his eyes went wide. A mouth, open, tip of a tongue laying on the lower lip. A tiny shot of teeth between the lips “Damn. He’s good.”
Something heavy fell on his lap. Yunho grunted and then had to wrap his arms around a very drunk Yamapi. The Japanese student laughed and had his lips against Yunho’s jaw before Yunho could stop him.
Changmin saved him and pulled Yamapi down until his ass was on the couch, head in Changmin’s lap, feet over Yunho’s.
“Aw, I want kiss to Yunho,” he said in horrible English.
“He’s not gay, Pi,” Changmin replied.
“He sexy.”
“Yes, but not gay.”
Yamapi pouted and then looked at Changmin. “Are you gay?”
Changmin rolled his eyes and said, “I think I’m drunk enough to be gay.”
Yamapi shouted in delight, arms wrapping around Changmin’s neck and Yunho watched as they kissed sloppily.
“You’re going to regret that tomorrow,” Yunho said. Changmin flipped him off.
“Is everyone here?” Jaejoong asked from the door, and he counted and then grinned. “Sweet. Let’s play.”
“How do we play?” Junsu asked from across the room.
Yunho smacked Changmin’s head and said, “We’re playing, I guess.” With difficulty, Changmin pulled away from Yamapi, but Yamapi stayed in his lap.
“Each tile has a partner, and you have to do what’s on the tile,” Jaejoong said simply. “Here. I’ll start. Who else has a stomach?” No one said anything, so Yoochun quickly asked the question in English.
“I do,” a blond girl said, but Yunho couldn’t remember her name.
“So what do you want to do?” Yoochun said, translating for Jaejoong who was too drunk to really think in English.
“Anything?” she asked.
“Anything sexy,” Jaejoong corrected with a grin.
“But just remember that whatever you do, you both have to do,” Yoochun said.
“Jaejoong’s gay, right?” she asked. And practically everyone in the room laughed.
“Gay, gay, gay, gay,” Jaejoong said with a smile.
“Then I want to chew on his abs, when am I ever going to get a chance again?” she asked.
Yunho laughed with everyone else. The girl stood up and Jaejoong lifted his shirt, firm well defined abs on display. She fell to her knees and for five minutes licked and sucked and bit down on Jaejoong’s abs. Her tongue wrapped around his navel piercing more than once.
Jae laughed and said it tickled but then after a moment, he said, “My turn! I’ve never done this to a girl before.”
She looked nervous, but with no qualms (ah the joy of alcohol) she lifted her shirt and let Jaejoong kiss and leave hickys on her stomach.
“Who’s next? Changmin!” Jaejoong said suddenly.
“Soju bottle.”
Another Japanese student had the same and Changmin and he had a conversation in Japanese that Yunho had no dreams of following.
“Sweet!” Jaejoong suddenly said. “Take your shirt off, Ryo!”
A moment later, the two were topless, on the floor, and they took turns drinking the soju from each others belly buttons until the soju was gone. Yamapi pouted through the whole thing, jealous. But when Changmin was done, he came back to the couch and didn’t stop him when Yamapi licked up the few drops of soju still on him, and then kept kissing and sucking his bare chest.
Next up was the “ass” picture, and of course, Junsu had that one. It was almost like fate. He and some Chinese girl exchanged spankings.
“Mouth, who has the other mouth!” Jaejoong said as he lifted Yoochun’s hand showing off a similar drawing to Yunho’s.
“I do,” Yunho said.
“No way!” Jaejoong said and laughed. “I say you two kiss. Do it!” Jaejoong shoved Yoochun.
“Um, …” Yunho didn’t know what else to say. It was well known that Yoochun liked both genders.
“Oh come on,” Jaejoong said with a pout. “I kissed a girl’s body and didn’t get disgusted and you get to kiss Yoochun. Yoochun is an amazing kisser. Shall we demonstrate?”
Yoochun smiled his slow smile and met Yunho’s eyes. Yunho knew in that look that Yoochun wouldn’t force him, sober or not, and Yunho was definitely not sober.
“Okay.”
“FUCK YES!” Jaejoong shouted and threw his arms and legs in the air. He shoved Yoochun. “Go, go, go, and I want to see some tongue in this kiss.”
Yoochun smiled. He stood up slowly, never taking his eyes off Yunho and as he came closer, Yunho decided that he’d made a bad decision, but oh, well. It was only a game, right?
Yoochun sat next to him, squeezing between the arm of the couch and Yunho’s hip. Yunho turned to give him more room, but the couch was full, so Yoochun sat sideways, legs over Yunho’s lap.
“Get it over with,” Yoochun said as his arms wrapped around Yunho’s shoulders, “or give Jaejoong a show?”
Yunho laughed. “What Jaejoong wants,” he replied.
The first press of lips was soft, experimental. Yunho hadn’t ever kissed a guy before. And almost immediately, he saw the difference. Yoochun did not wait for Yunho to progress the kiss. He did it himself, so they both opened their mouths as one, their tongues touched, and Yunho thought he moaned, but hoped it was Yoochun, but didn’t care if it was him.
Yoochun’s tongue swiped over Yunho’s lower lip. Yunho caught it with his teeth, sucked it into his mouth. That time, it was definitely Yoochun moaning. His hips rose, and Yunho pushed him back until Yoochun was laying against the arm of the couch. He wrapped a leg around Yunho’s waist, the other ended up on the back of the couch. One of Yunho’s hands found its way into Yoochun’s hair. Fingers scratching, then twisting through the long locks.
Yoochun tasted like coconut, and Yunho figured he’d been sucking down Malibu rum. It was intoxicating, or maybe Yoochun’s mouth was intoxicating. He kept kissing him, tongues weaving through the soft kiss. Yoochun broke away for a breath, but Yunho kept Yoochun’s lower lip between his, sucking on it lightly. Yoochun tilted his head back, gasped and then kissed him again. The softness left the kiss, and Yunho pressed forward, seeking more from Yoochun’s mouth. Hands trailed down his back and with a sudden moment of clarity, Yunho realized his other hand not jerking Yoochun’s head to the angle he wanted was on the back of Yoochun’s thigh. Fingers dug into his muscles, and Yunho wanted more, and that scared him.
He broke away quickly, but had no where to go since Yoochun had his leg around him and Changmin and Yamapi were hogging more than half the couch.
Yoochun licked his lips, and Yunho shut his eyes to keep from capturing them again.
“God damn,” Jaejoong said, voice awed.
It shook Yunho from the moment, and cheeks red, he turned away from Yoochun. With more grace than Yunho would ever manage, Yoochun unwound himself from Yunho’s body. He used the arm of the couch to push himself up and away. He smiled and said, “Nice kiss, Yunho. Lucky girls at this school.”
Yunho blushed even more, trying to ignore the way Yoochun’s leg slid up his back as he climbed off the couch.
Jaejoong was practically drooling as Yoochun went back to him and he grabbed Yoochun by the shirt and yanked him down to kiss him. “God, that was hot.”
A unfamiliar feeling of want spread through Yunho as he watched the two best friends together. He was friends with Jaejoong, but not with Yoochun. The two of them never talked or hung out unless Jaejoong was there.
“Yunho’s a good kisser,” Yoochun said.
“I want a kiss,” Jaejoong said and pouted at Yunho.
“Maybe in the next round.”
“Next round?” Yunho said.
Jae rolled his eyes. “Well, duh. I only made like six things to do. Each round has to be sexier than the last.”
Yunho shook his head. “No way.”
“Afraid you’ll have to eat someone’s ass out?” Jaejoong said and sinfully licked his lips.
“Don’t tease him, Jae,” Yoochun said.
Yunho met his eyes again.
Jae pouted and said, “Whatever. Go away.”
Yunho took the opportunity and left the den quickly, only looking at Yoochun as he left. Fuck. He wiped his fingers over his lips, but that didn’t remove the feel of Yoochun against him. Fuck. He ignored everyone that tried to get him to stay and he left, almost sprinting as he went to his dorm room. It was safe there; his American roommate Adam was at the party, and last Yunho had seen, wrapped up in some Asian girl.
The room was dark and it stayed that way as he collapsed onto his bed. Oh, god, what the fuck? It was bad enough that he could still feel Yoochun’s lips on his, but he could also still feel the way Yoochun’s thigh muscles had felt under his hand, the way his body trembled, tight with need and desire, keeping it back, probably so he didn’t freak Yunho out.
But Yunho managed to freak himself out.
He wondered what it would have been like to settle against him, feel his body pushing on his. How different would that have been compared to being surrounded by a woman’s curve? Yoochun wasn’t … skinny. He was all angles and Yunho remembered a few times when Jaejoong complained about his bony ass digging into his leg, but what else would be different? What would those hip bones feel like under his hands? Or his chest, one without breasts? Would his nipples harden like a woman’s? Would his skin turn pink with heat?
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered and stood up. He raided Adam’s mini-fridge full of American beer, and drank himself to sleep.
Unfortunately, Jaejoong was his friend. So that meant Jaejoong was in his dorm room at eleven am the next morning, sitting on his ass and digging his fingers into Yunho’s sides.
“Fuck off,” Yunho said and tossed Jaejoong off of him. His head pounded. “Fu-uck.”
Jaejoong landed on his bed and then sidled up next to him. “Kiss me, please. It’s not fair that Yoochun got to kiss you and I didn’t.”
“You want to kiss me now?” Yunho asked and blew hungover-morning breath into Jaejoong’s face.
Jaejoong made a face and shoved Yunho until he fell off the bed.
Yunho lay on the floor for a moment and then pushed himself up. His head pounded, but he didn’t have to throw up. That was something. He staggered into the shared bathroom, pissed and then brushed his teeth.
“So?” Jaejoong said, leaning against the door frame.
“So what?” He spit into the sink.
“How was it?”
Yunho met his eyes in the mirror and knew he couldn’t lie to Jaejoong. “Good.”
“Good enough to do it again?”
“No,” Yunho said automatically, even though his lips tingled. “Yoochun’s a good kisser, but I’m straight. If you’ll remember.”
“Oh, god, Yunho that was not a straight kiss. That was a ‘oh my god why I haven’t I done this before and I want to do it again’ kiss.”
Yunho ignored him. He took a deep drink of water and then went back to his room. He’d fallen asleep in his jeans, so he changed into a pair of sweat pants and a tank top.
“Yoochun was bemoaning that kiss after you left.”
“Bemoaning?”
“Oh, Jae, god, he’s hot. Why can’t he be bi? What’s wrong with being bi? I think I’m going to have to find a way to kiss him again. I had to listen to him for about a half hour, and then he went home with Junsu.”
Yunho thought of the bubbly soccer star, and his bubbly ass and scowled. He tried to ignore the flare of jealousy.
“Ha!” Jaejoong said. “I knew it! Call Yoochun. He’ll come over, and I was kidding. He didn't go home with Junsu. They made out at the party, but Junsu went home with Changmin and Yamapi, because Changmin’s decided that he’s going to give the whole bisexuality thing a try and we think you should, too.”
“Are you still talking?” Yunho muttered. His head hurt from more than the headache.
“Will you call him, please?”
“No. It was a kiss for a game and nothing else. Leave me alone.”
Jae pouted. “Fine. Kiss me.”
“No.”
“Ah, Yunnie.”
Yunho sighed, turned his head and pressed his lips against Jaejoong’s briefly. “There. Go away.” He faced the other direction. Jaejoong’s lips had tasted like vanilla. Probably lip gloss. It was nothing compared to the spicy tang under the Malibu rum of Yoochun last night.
Adam stumbled into the room, reeking of alcohol and sex. He smiled at the two of them and said, “Rumor has it you’re gay now. You made out with someone at the party.”
“He kissed Yoochun,” Jaejoong said with a little squeal.
“It was a damn drinking game that you invented. Shut up.”
“But you liked it.”
“Yes, I did. Yoochun’s a good kisser. I’m not going to do it again.”
“You don’t have to kiss to fuck,” Adam said.
Jaejoong laughed and laughed and laughed. Yunho covered his head with his pillow. Jaejoong made himself comfortable, draped over Yunho’s back. His fingers trailed through Yunho’s hair. He relaxed and let Jaejoong pamper him for a bit.
“Please just call him. You two should be better friends anyway.”
“It was a kiss, Jaejoong. Leave it.”
“Fine. Can I take a nap with you?”
“Sure.”
He felt Jaejoong’s smile, and then Jaejoong snuggled closer and Yunho let himself sleep again.
Part 2: Innocent Playground
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (YunJae!Bffery, JaeChun!Bffery, ninja!Changmin/Junsu and a maybe a few others)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine so I could make them question their sexuality by inventing games so they had to kiss each other (and me).
Summary: Yunho is having fun studying abroad in America. He has a lot of friends, some Korean, most not. The girls love him because he's tall and exotic. When one of his best friends decides to play matchmaker, Yunho isn't sure if he should let him, because well, even if he is a damn good kisser, Yoochun is a guy. And Yunho is straight.
A/N: this fic is for all you 2U lovers out there, and the only warning it needs is "massive amounts of kissing, and massive amounts of fluff".
Poster credit goes to dami_ah! Thank you darling, I love it! ♥♥♥
Part 1:
Yunho was pretty sure he’d had enough to drink. A faint, pleasant buzzing filled his head. Interrupted by shouts from fellow students, laughter. Vomiting. Someone bent over the kitchen sink. Yunho shook his head and turned around. He took another shot of something that had been sitting on the counter and went into the living room.
“YUNNIE!” A very drunk Jaejoong hooked an arm around Yunho’s neck and his leg wrapped around Yunho’s calf. They almost fell over, but Jaejoong’s friend Yoochun was right behind him and he held them up.
Jaejoong blew blond hair from his face and giggled at Yoochun.
“Hey, BooJae,” Yunho said.
“Here, play with us. More people need to play.” Jaejoong lifted his arm. He held a purple Crown Royal bag in his hand.
Yunho sent a confused look at Yoochun. The other smiled and said, “Just take out a Jenga tile. Jaejoong made up a game, because he’s tired of the normal drinking games.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yep, yep. Just take one.”
Yunho reached into the bag and took out a tile.
“Sweet!” Jaejoong kissed his cheek and then left, probably to corral more people into his game.
“Go to the den,” Yoochun said as he followed Jaejoong. “As soon as the tiles are gone, we’ll be back and play. Shouldn’t take long.”
They heard Jaejoong cry out in victory as another victim fell to his idea.
“There’s soju,” Yoochun said helpfully, and then smiled before turning away.
Yunho wanted to sit down anyway. He made his way through the party goers and decided that college in America was a fantastic thing. They didn’t have a parties on the weekends like this in Korea. The house was full of mainly Asian exchange students, but there were also lots of white girls there, and some of the guys. Most if not all were drunk.
“Hey, Yunho,” Changmin said as Yunho entered the den, “you get tricked into playing too?”
“Naw, I’m bored.”
“What’s on your tile?”
“Huh?”
“Jaejoong drew pictures.” Changmin showed him his tile. There was a pretty good drawing of a bottle of soju on it.
Yunho looked at his tile and his eyes went wide. A mouth, open, tip of a tongue laying on the lower lip. A tiny shot of teeth between the lips “Damn. He’s good.”
Something heavy fell on his lap. Yunho grunted and then had to wrap his arms around a very drunk Yamapi. The Japanese student laughed and had his lips against Yunho’s jaw before Yunho could stop him.
Changmin saved him and pulled Yamapi down until his ass was on the couch, head in Changmin’s lap, feet over Yunho’s.
“Aw, I want kiss to Yunho,” he said in horrible English.
“He’s not gay, Pi,” Changmin replied.
“He sexy.”
“Yes, but not gay.”
Yamapi pouted and then looked at Changmin. “Are you gay?”
Changmin rolled his eyes and said, “I think I’m drunk enough to be gay.”
Yamapi shouted in delight, arms wrapping around Changmin’s neck and Yunho watched as they kissed sloppily.
“You’re going to regret that tomorrow,” Yunho said. Changmin flipped him off.
“Is everyone here?” Jaejoong asked from the door, and he counted and then grinned. “Sweet. Let’s play.”
“How do we play?” Junsu asked from across the room.
Yunho smacked Changmin’s head and said, “We’re playing, I guess.” With difficulty, Changmin pulled away from Yamapi, but Yamapi stayed in his lap.
“Each tile has a partner, and you have to do what’s on the tile,” Jaejoong said simply. “Here. I’ll start. Who else has a stomach?” No one said anything, so Yoochun quickly asked the question in English.
“I do,” a blond girl said, but Yunho couldn’t remember her name.
“So what do you want to do?” Yoochun said, translating for Jaejoong who was too drunk to really think in English.
“Anything?” she asked.
“Anything sexy,” Jaejoong corrected with a grin.
“But just remember that whatever you do, you both have to do,” Yoochun said.
“Jaejoong’s gay, right?” she asked. And practically everyone in the room laughed.
“Gay, gay, gay, gay,” Jaejoong said with a smile.
“Then I want to chew on his abs, when am I ever going to get a chance again?” she asked.
Yunho laughed with everyone else. The girl stood up and Jaejoong lifted his shirt, firm well defined abs on display. She fell to her knees and for five minutes licked and sucked and bit down on Jaejoong’s abs. Her tongue wrapped around his navel piercing more than once.
Jae laughed and said it tickled but then after a moment, he said, “My turn! I’ve never done this to a girl before.”
She looked nervous, but with no qualms (ah the joy of alcohol) she lifted her shirt and let Jaejoong kiss and leave hickys on her stomach.
“Who’s next? Changmin!” Jaejoong said suddenly.
“Soju bottle.”
Another Japanese student had the same and Changmin and he had a conversation in Japanese that Yunho had no dreams of following.
“Sweet!” Jaejoong suddenly said. “Take your shirt off, Ryo!”
A moment later, the two were topless, on the floor, and they took turns drinking the soju from each others belly buttons until the soju was gone. Yamapi pouted through the whole thing, jealous. But when Changmin was done, he came back to the couch and didn’t stop him when Yamapi licked up the few drops of soju still on him, and then kept kissing and sucking his bare chest.
Next up was the “ass” picture, and of course, Junsu had that one. It was almost like fate. He and some Chinese girl exchanged spankings.
“Mouth, who has the other mouth!” Jaejoong said as he lifted Yoochun’s hand showing off a similar drawing to Yunho’s.
“I do,” Yunho said.
“No way!” Jaejoong said and laughed. “I say you two kiss. Do it!” Jaejoong shoved Yoochun.
“Um, …” Yunho didn’t know what else to say. It was well known that Yoochun liked both genders.
“Oh come on,” Jaejoong said with a pout. “I kissed a girl’s body and didn’t get disgusted and you get to kiss Yoochun. Yoochun is an amazing kisser. Shall we demonstrate?”
Yoochun smiled his slow smile and met Yunho’s eyes. Yunho knew in that look that Yoochun wouldn’t force him, sober or not, and Yunho was definitely not sober.
“Okay.”
“FUCK YES!” Jaejoong shouted and threw his arms and legs in the air. He shoved Yoochun. “Go, go, go, and I want to see some tongue in this kiss.”
Yoochun smiled. He stood up slowly, never taking his eyes off Yunho and as he came closer, Yunho decided that he’d made a bad decision, but oh, well. It was only a game, right?
Yoochun sat next to him, squeezing between the arm of the couch and Yunho’s hip. Yunho turned to give him more room, but the couch was full, so Yoochun sat sideways, legs over Yunho’s lap.
“Get it over with,” Yoochun said as his arms wrapped around Yunho’s shoulders, “or give Jaejoong a show?”
Yunho laughed. “What Jaejoong wants,” he replied.
The first press of lips was soft, experimental. Yunho hadn’t ever kissed a guy before. And almost immediately, he saw the difference. Yoochun did not wait for Yunho to progress the kiss. He did it himself, so they both opened their mouths as one, their tongues touched, and Yunho thought he moaned, but hoped it was Yoochun, but didn’t care if it was him.
Yoochun’s tongue swiped over Yunho’s lower lip. Yunho caught it with his teeth, sucked it into his mouth. That time, it was definitely Yoochun moaning. His hips rose, and Yunho pushed him back until Yoochun was laying against the arm of the couch. He wrapped a leg around Yunho’s waist, the other ended up on the back of the couch. One of Yunho’s hands found its way into Yoochun’s hair. Fingers scratching, then twisting through the long locks.
Yoochun tasted like coconut, and Yunho figured he’d been sucking down Malibu rum. It was intoxicating, or maybe Yoochun’s mouth was intoxicating. He kept kissing him, tongues weaving through the soft kiss. Yoochun broke away for a breath, but Yunho kept Yoochun’s lower lip between his, sucking on it lightly. Yoochun tilted his head back, gasped and then kissed him again. The softness left the kiss, and Yunho pressed forward, seeking more from Yoochun’s mouth. Hands trailed down his back and with a sudden moment of clarity, Yunho realized his other hand not jerking Yoochun’s head to the angle he wanted was on the back of Yoochun’s thigh. Fingers dug into his muscles, and Yunho wanted more, and that scared him.
He broke away quickly, but had no where to go since Yoochun had his leg around him and Changmin and Yamapi were hogging more than half the couch.
Yoochun licked his lips, and Yunho shut his eyes to keep from capturing them again.
“God damn,” Jaejoong said, voice awed.
It shook Yunho from the moment, and cheeks red, he turned away from Yoochun. With more grace than Yunho would ever manage, Yoochun unwound himself from Yunho’s body. He used the arm of the couch to push himself up and away. He smiled and said, “Nice kiss, Yunho. Lucky girls at this school.”
Yunho blushed even more, trying to ignore the way Yoochun’s leg slid up his back as he climbed off the couch.
Jaejoong was practically drooling as Yoochun went back to him and he grabbed Yoochun by the shirt and yanked him down to kiss him. “God, that was hot.”
A unfamiliar feeling of want spread through Yunho as he watched the two best friends together. He was friends with Jaejoong, but not with Yoochun. The two of them never talked or hung out unless Jaejoong was there.
“Yunho’s a good kisser,” Yoochun said.
“I want a kiss,” Jaejoong said and pouted at Yunho.
“Maybe in the next round.”
“Next round?” Yunho said.
Jae rolled his eyes. “Well, duh. I only made like six things to do. Each round has to be sexier than the last.”
Yunho shook his head. “No way.”
“Afraid you’ll have to eat someone’s ass out?” Jaejoong said and sinfully licked his lips.
“Don’t tease him, Jae,” Yoochun said.
Yunho met his eyes again.
Jae pouted and said, “Whatever. Go away.”
Yunho took the opportunity and left the den quickly, only looking at Yoochun as he left. Fuck. He wiped his fingers over his lips, but that didn’t remove the feel of Yoochun against him. Fuck. He ignored everyone that tried to get him to stay and he left, almost sprinting as he went to his dorm room. It was safe there; his American roommate Adam was at the party, and last Yunho had seen, wrapped up in some Asian girl.
The room was dark and it stayed that way as he collapsed onto his bed. Oh, god, what the fuck? It was bad enough that he could still feel Yoochun’s lips on his, but he could also still feel the way Yoochun’s thigh muscles had felt under his hand, the way his body trembled, tight with need and desire, keeping it back, probably so he didn’t freak Yunho out.
But Yunho managed to freak himself out.
He wondered what it would have been like to settle against him, feel his body pushing on his. How different would that have been compared to being surrounded by a woman’s curve? Yoochun wasn’t … skinny. He was all angles and Yunho remembered a few times when Jaejoong complained about his bony ass digging into his leg, but what else would be different? What would those hip bones feel like under his hands? Or his chest, one without breasts? Would his nipples harden like a woman’s? Would his skin turn pink with heat?
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered and stood up. He raided Adam’s mini-fridge full of American beer, and drank himself to sleep.
Unfortunately, Jaejoong was his friend. So that meant Jaejoong was in his dorm room at eleven am the next morning, sitting on his ass and digging his fingers into Yunho’s sides.
“Fuck off,” Yunho said and tossed Jaejoong off of him. His head pounded. “Fu-uck.”
Jaejoong landed on his bed and then sidled up next to him. “Kiss me, please. It’s not fair that Yoochun got to kiss you and I didn’t.”
“You want to kiss me now?” Yunho asked and blew hungover-morning breath into Jaejoong’s face.
Jaejoong made a face and shoved Yunho until he fell off the bed.
Yunho lay on the floor for a moment and then pushed himself up. His head pounded, but he didn’t have to throw up. That was something. He staggered into the shared bathroom, pissed and then brushed his teeth.
“So?” Jaejoong said, leaning against the door frame.
“So what?” He spit into the sink.
“How was it?”
Yunho met his eyes in the mirror and knew he couldn’t lie to Jaejoong. “Good.”
“Good enough to do it again?”
“No,” Yunho said automatically, even though his lips tingled. “Yoochun’s a good kisser, but I’m straight. If you’ll remember.”
“Oh, god, Yunho that was not a straight kiss. That was a ‘oh my god why I haven’t I done this before and I want to do it again’ kiss.”
Yunho ignored him. He took a deep drink of water and then went back to his room. He’d fallen asleep in his jeans, so he changed into a pair of sweat pants and a tank top.
“Yoochun was bemoaning that kiss after you left.”
“Bemoaning?”
“Oh, Jae, god, he’s hot. Why can’t he be bi? What’s wrong with being bi? I think I’m going to have to find a way to kiss him again. I had to listen to him for about a half hour, and then he went home with Junsu.”
Yunho thought of the bubbly soccer star, and his bubbly ass and scowled. He tried to ignore the flare of jealousy.
“Ha!” Jaejoong said. “I knew it! Call Yoochun. He’ll come over, and I was kidding. He didn't go home with Junsu. They made out at the party, but Junsu went home with Changmin and Yamapi, because Changmin’s decided that he’s going to give the whole bisexuality thing a try and we think you should, too.”
“Are you still talking?” Yunho muttered. His head hurt from more than the headache.
“Will you call him, please?”
“No. It was a kiss for a game and nothing else. Leave me alone.”
Jae pouted. “Fine. Kiss me.”
“No.”
“Ah, Yunnie.”
Yunho sighed, turned his head and pressed his lips against Jaejoong’s briefly. “There. Go away.” He faced the other direction. Jaejoong’s lips had tasted like vanilla. Probably lip gloss. It was nothing compared to the spicy tang under the Malibu rum of Yoochun last night.
Adam stumbled into the room, reeking of alcohol and sex. He smiled at the two of them and said, “Rumor has it you’re gay now. You made out with someone at the party.”
“He kissed Yoochun,” Jaejoong said with a little squeal.
“It was a damn drinking game that you invented. Shut up.”
“But you liked it.”
“Yes, I did. Yoochun’s a good kisser. I’m not going to do it again.”
“You don’t have to kiss to fuck,” Adam said.
Jaejoong laughed and laughed and laughed. Yunho covered his head with his pillow. Jaejoong made himself comfortable, draped over Yunho’s back. His fingers trailed through Yunho’s hair. He relaxed and let Jaejoong pamper him for a bit.
“Please just call him. You two should be better friends anyway.”
“It was a kiss, Jaejoong. Leave it.”
“Fine. Can I take a nap with you?”
“Sure.”
He felt Jaejoong’s smile, and then Jaejoong snuggled closer and Yunho let himself sleep again.
Part 2: Innocent Playground
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