Bent Kisses 7/8
Title: Bent Kisses 7/8
Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (YunJae!Bffery, JaeChun!Bffery, ninja!Changmin/Junsu, ninja Jaejoong/MC)
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 7:
Yoochun sighed.
Yunho lifted his head.
Yoochun stared at him, pouting just a little bit.
“What?”
“You’re distracting.”
“Um, okay. I’ll try to hold my breath so-“
“Not like that, dumb ass, just … do you have to be so tall and do you have to have such long legs? And do you have to be stretched out like that?”
Yunho smiled. “I guess I could cut my legs off at the knee. Be closer to your level.”
Yoochun grabbed his foot and yanked him. Yunho grabbed the seat of the chair to keep from falling off as Yoochun rolled him over to his side of the room. He bent his legs, one lifted to the desk.
“Really, so distracting,” Yoochun said as he rubbed Yunho’s calf muscle with both hands.
“Well, you have that pouty lower lip and your collarbones, so we’re even.”
Yoochun stretched one side of his t-shirt down, trying to look at his collarbones. “Huh?”
Yunho sat up, moving his legs so they were around Yoochun’s chair. “Collarbones,” Yunho said and traced the bare one with his finger. Yoochun shivered.
“Lower lip,” Yunho said and barely touched Yoochun’s lower lip with his. “Distractable.”
“Sexable.”
“Edible.” Yunho lowered his head and licked the collarbone. Yoochun’s arms wrapped around his back with a sigh. Yunho settled his hands at Yoochun’s waist, and then tightened his hold, pulling him closer as he sucked on the skin just above his collarbone.
“Hm, Yunho, can’t … paper.”
“You need a break.”
“Just … just took a break.”
“Another break.”
Yoochun smiled. “O-okay. You kissed me into it.”
Hands gripped his face and Yunho met Yoochun’s eyes. There was a question there and Yunho knew that Yoochun deserved an answer.
“I’m really scared,” Yunho said. “Not of you, but of … well, everything else. But I like you, a lot, and I … I’d regret it if I let fear ruin this. I’m not quite okay to admit that I’m bisexual, but I don’t mind admitting that I’m Yoochun-sexual.”
Yoochun smiled. He traced fingertips over Yunho’s jaw and lips. “Do you like those pants, or can I talk you out of them?”
Yunho laughed and covered the distance between their lips. Yoochun ran his fingers through Yunho’s hair, not quite able to pull because it was too short. Yunho mentally noted to let his hair grow out a little more.
Everything tangled and the chairs teetered, and Yunho had a sudden urge to throw Yoochun to the bed, but Yoochun had to write his paper. It was a mantra, a beat that Yunho set the kiss to. Paper, paper, paper. But it didn’t stop Yunho from kissing him. His tongue slid over Yoochun’s lower lip. He left the tip in the corner of his mouth, and then traced that lower lip with his finger.
“Oh, … “ Yoochun closed his lips around Yunho’s finger and sucked, moaning as Yunho kissed across his cheek to his ear.
“Fuck, Yoochun, that was a bad idea,” Yunho whispered, his lips against Yoochun’s earlobe. “Now all I can think about are those plump lips wrapped around something else.” Yunho slid his other hand up into Yoochun’s hair, pulling his head back. Yoochun moaned and his mouth opened with a gasp. Yunho traced his lips with his finger and then let that finger trail down his throat in a wet line.
Yoochun whimpered. “Yunnie, god damn.”
Yunho bit down on Yoochun’s lower lip, and then sucked it into his mouth softly. The teasing touch shifted into a proper kiss and Yunho tightened his hold in Yoochun’s hair as their tongues tangled.
Yoochun’s breath came in harsh gasps.
“Incentive,” Yunho whispered against his lips. “Write one page and you’ll get a kiss like that.”
“Promise?”
“Yes. One page. One kiss.”
“Two pages, two kisses?”
Yunho laughed. “Sure. How many pages does this paper have to be?”
“Six.”
“How many pages do you already have written?”
“Two and a half.”
Yunho licked his lower lip. He cupped Yoochun’s face in his hands and opened his mouth. Their lips touched and they shared a shaking breath before Yoochun sealed their lips together. Yunho moaned as they again fell in sync, tongue and lips moving with the same held-back desperation. Yunho kissed him for longer than he meant, and then with difficulty pulled away.
“That’s for page two. Let me know when you’re done with page three.”
Yoochun gasped and said, “God, what was I doing? Paper, what paper? Fuck, Yunho.”
Yunho smiled, pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “That’s for the half page.”
Yunho put his hands on the desk and pushed, rolling away from Yoochun. He had his own homework to do and pulled out his textbook for Money and Banking. He felt like he was relearning all these economic terms. He could do this stuff in Korean so easily.
About twenty minutes later, Yoochun said, “Okay. Page three is done. Kiss me.”
Yunho laughed. He stood up, stretched, felt his shirt ride up, so he held the stretch longer than normal, and then he went to Yoochun’s desk. He put his arm on the back of Yoochun’s chair, and leaned his hand on the desk, making it look like he was checking Yoochun’s work. He took the mouse and scrolled up.
“Good, you didn’t just hit enter a few times to make it look like you finished it.”
Yoochun whined and grabbed his arm. “Come on, Yunnie. Kiss me again.”
Yunho smiled and turned his head. Yoochun’s lips were there and without touching Yoochun at all, Yunho kissed him, slow, deliberate kisses, more with lips than with tongue, meant to tease and draw Yoochun forward with need. As soon as Yoochun’s hands touched his chest, Yunho broke away.
Yoochun whimpered. “Too short.”
“Your kiss for page four will be longer,” Yunho said and gave him a peck on the cheek.
Yunho took his book to Yoochun’s bed. He knew the difference because Jaejoong’s was covered in pink and blue frilly blankets and about fifteen different colored pillows. He snagged a yellow one and a big red one and put them under his head. He propped his book up on one of Yoochun’s pillows.
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He woke up to lips against his cheek and fingers on his bare arm, lightly tracing. He moaned, still half asleep.
“You owe me three kisses,” Yoochun whispered.
Yunho draped his arm around Yoochun’s waist and said, “Later.”
Yoochun laughed, and twisted. Yunho was coherent for long enough to wrap Yoochun up in his arms and legs and then he went back to sleep.
Yunho woke up alone. He sighed and rolled over and then remembered that he wasn’t in his own bed. It was eight thirty according to Jaejoong’s flower clock hanging on the wall. He was disappointed that Yoochun wasn’t with him, but he had an early class. Yunho knew that, but frowned anyway. He sat up and paper crinkled next to his head.
Yunho~
You snore. A little. It’s cute, but just thought I’d get that out there first thing
You owe me three kisses. I want them as soon as possible.
It took all my self control not to rape you in your sleep. I may not be able to control myself the next time I see you, so bring a condom to class.
Can’t wait to see you! ♥♥♥
Chunnie~
Yunho laughed. He grabbed his bag, slipped his shoes and his coat on and then grabbed his bag. He made sure the door was locked before he left. The walk back to his dorm room was a lot happier than the walk last night.
He saw Junsu in the lounge. “Weren’t you wearing that shirt yesterday?” Junsu asked.
Yunho smiled. “Maybe.”
“Oh my god,” he flipped around so his elbows were on the back of the couch. “Did you sleep with Yoochun?”
“Technically. Yes. We slept in the same bed.”
“No fucking?”
“No.”
“Not yet?” Junsu said hopefully.
Yunho smiled. “Maybe.”
“Oh, god, you are so going to fuck him.”
Yunho raised an eyebrow. “And Changmin?”
Junsu made a face. “Bitch,” he said, and his voice wavered.
“Sorry, Su-ah.”
“He’s just … in so much denial. More so than you even.”
“I’m not in denial. I’m completely and utterly Yoochun-sexual.”
“But what about me?” Junsu said. He stood up and turned around, running his hands over his bubbly ass.
“Sexy, but … “ Yunho shrugged.
“Yoochun doesn’t even have an ass.” Junsu crossed his arms and fell back to the couch with a pout.
Yunho pulled out his phone and sent Changmin a text.
He-da-Ho to Max_is_Gay
Come help me with some math.
Max_is_Str8 to He-da-Ho
You’re not taking math. And change my name, bitch
He-da-Ho to Max_is_Gay
Nope, but there’s math in this Money & Banking class. You’re gay, bitch.
Max_is_Str8 to He-da-Ho
Okay. Where are you? I am not, bitch.
He-da-Ho to Max_is_Gay
Just down in the lounge, waiting for Yoochun to get out of class. Rainbow colored, bitch.
Max_is_Str8 to He-da-Ho
Kay, I’ll be there in a minute. Fuck you, bitch.
“And he thinks he’s so smart,” Yunho said.
“What?”
“I know you’re waiting for Changmin. He’ll be down in a second.”
Junsu sighed. “It’s pathetic, really. I should just …”
Yunho smiled. “Don’t give up, Su. You really like him. He likes you, but like you said, he’s in denial. If this doesn’t work, hang on Eunhyuk until he gets possessive.”
Junsu opened his mouth and then he nodded. “That might actually work.”
“Yeah. Probably. Let me know.”
“Thanks, Ho.”
“No problem.”
Yunho went up to his dorm, and then cursed when he remembered that Jaejoong had his key. Adam had an early class, and waking Jaejoong up before ten could be dangerous. He knocked lightly. A moment later, the handle turned. Yunho opened it and slipped into the dimly lit room. He stopped in his tracks and dropped his bag with a thud.
“Don’t even,” Adam said as Jaejoong mumbled something and tightened his arms around Adam’s waist.
“Well, you have clothes on,” Yunho whispered.
“God, barely. I only told him he could sleep with me if he kept his clothes on.”
“Don’t you have class?”
“Yeah, but … he’s sort of demanding?” Adam said, making it a question.
Yunho chucked. “Yes, he is.”
“What about you? Did you get that paper written?” Adam asked, but his voice leered and made it dirty.
Yunho shook his head. “Yes. Yoochun finished his paper. I fell asleep studying.”
“Boring.”
“Pussy,” Jaejoong muttered. “He’s a pussy.”
Yunho took his pillow from his bed and hit Jaejoong with it. Jaejoong shouted and then tried to hide behind Adam’s body but Adam used that moment to get up from the bed. Yunho climbed onto the bed and pummeled Jaejoong with the pillow until Jaejoong said, “Okay, okay you win.”
Yunho tossed his pillow back and then leaned down and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek. “You made Adam miss his first class.”
“Cuddling with me is better than going to class,” Jaejoong said with a pout.
“And how did that happen?”
“You guys better not be talking about me in Korean,” Adam said. “I hate it when you do that.”
Jaejoong smiled and in English said, “Adam has a nice cock.”
Yunho laughed. “Oh, god.”
“While that is true, you’re still not ever going to get to see it.”
Jaejoong pouted.
Yunho climbed off the bed. “I feel sorry for you. When Jaejoong sees something he wants …”
“Yah, fuck you,” Jaejoong said and threw a pillow at Yunho.
Yunho caught it and tossed it back. He smiled at Adam. “Be … firm, I guess.”
“Be hard,” Jaejoong said and licked his lips.
Adam smiled. “Jae-babe, you’re really pretty, but … sorry. Guy parts.”
Jaejoong crossed his arms. “Not even a kiss?” he said.
“Don’t do it, man,” Yunho said. “I’ve seen stronger men fall from only a kiss.”
“God damn you,” Jaejoong said. He got up from the bed and shoved Yunho toward the bathroom. “Go shower the fail off you. Go jerk off thinking of Yoochun. Just … get out. You’re ruining this and I hate you.”
Yunho let himself be pushed, but he looked behind him at Adam and smiled. Jaejoong pushed him into the bathroom and shut the door.
“I hate him,” Jaejoong said.
“I love you, Boo!” Yunho shouted. He wasn’t worried about Jaejoong. Jaejoong would play this up so much that Yunho wouldn’t be surprised to see Adam comforting him (aka: holding him and rubbing his back) when he was done showering. He really liked Adam, but the guy was clueless when it came to Jaejoong.
He showered quickly, and sure enough, Jaejoong had cuddled his way back into Adam’s lap.
Adam rolled his eyes at Yunho.
“Did you kiss him?”
“On the cheek,” Jaejoong sang.
“You’re doomed,” Yunho said to Adam.
His phone flashed with a message from Yoochun.
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
I bribed Goshi to let me copy his lecture notes in marketing!! :D ditch with me today?
He-da-Ho to fun_in_the_chun
Okay, but i have to go to English
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
Okay. My musical theory class gets out at 1130
He-da-Ho to fun_in_the_chun
meet me at the library entrance
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
can’t wait ♥
“You’re so sappy in love,” Jaejoong said. And then he looked up at Adam and said, “Sappy, right? That’s the right word?”
Adam nodded. “Yep. Sappy.”
“You have two days,” Yunho said in Korean. “Two days to snag this guy into your web or you have to run around campus naked.”
“Two days? That’s a long time.” Jaejoong smiled up at Adam.
Adam took a very deep breath.
“You’re screwed, bro,” Yunho said.
“You have class, Yunho” Jaejoong said in English.
“Don’t rape him,” Yunho said to him Korean.
“I won’t have to,” Jaejoong replied and stuck his tongue out at him.
Yunho dressed nicely because this was definitely a date. They were ditching class to spend the afternoon together and who knew what would happen after that, where they’d end up. Yunho wanted to wear nice slacks but it really was too cold out. He pulled on a pair of dark, button-fly jeans. He pulled a tank top on.
And then he stared at his shirts. “Any chance you’re going to help me out, BooJae?” Yunho asked.
“Nope. I hate you right now.”
“Black or blue?” Yunho asked Adam.
Adam shrugged. “Blue? Black? Don’t know.”
“You’re so hopeless,” Jaejoong said. He started getting up and then stopped, arms around Adam’s waist. “You won’t leave?” And then he almost pouted. Not a full blown one, because Adam would have known it was fake, but Jaejoong had mastered that look, that please please please, I’ll love you forever, look.
Adam shook his head. “No. I won’t leave.”
And then Jaejoong smiled and Yunho saw Adam’s chest rise quickly, and he knew there was no way Jaejoong missed it. Jae kissed his cheek and rolled off the bed. He went over to Yunho and pulled out a really nice collared shirt that Yunho only wore on dates.
“You’re going on a date,” Jaejoong said, cutting off Yunho’s protest. “Those jeans are amazing. Who picked those out for you? Oh right. I did. And god, your thighs look fantastic in them.” Jaejoong ran his hand up Yunho’s thigh. “They even sort of give you an ass. You are wearing your leather coat, right? It would look the best, but you might want to put the liner in it. It’s getting cold. Well, put this on.”
Yunho took the black, pinstriped shirt from him and slipped his arms into the sleeves. He buttoned it up, and Jaejoong took a step back. He pinched his lower lip in between his fingers as he looked Yunho up and down. He nodded. “Good. Belt, shoes, and hot damn, Yoochun is going to have fun getting you naked.”
“He’s not going to get me naked.”
“Well, he’s going to have fun undoing all those buttons on your jeans then.” Jaejoong smiled and then went back to the bed, easily finding his spot against Adam’s side.
“You look good,” Adam said.
“Thanks.”
Jaejoong spoke in English. “Okay. Now you’re sexy. Go to class. Go away. I’ll make sure Yoochun has condoms.”
Yunho picked up his bag and said, “I’m sure Adam has some.”
“Helpful,” Adam said with a glare.
Jaejoong smiled up at Adam and said, “Don’t worry if you don’t. I always have condoms in my bag.”
Yunho chuckled as he headed down the stairs. In the lounge, he stopped and then smirked. MinSu were on the couch making out. Well, more than making out. Junsu had lost his shirt somewhere, and Changmin’s pants were unbuttoned. Junsu’s hand was pushed into his boxers, and Changmin’s mouth was attached to Junsu’s left nipple, the pierced one.
Yunho walked close enough to slap the back of Changmin’s head. Junsu yelped and then moaned as Changmin bit down on reflex.
“Yah, dongsaengs, go take that to a bedroom.”
“Room. Good. Bed. Min, please. Bed. Fuck me in your bed.”
Changmin growled and lips connected the two of them stood up and headed down the hall, tripping over themselves and then almost on the stairs.
Yunho cursed himself. Jaejoong was going to kill him for not taking a picture first.
Part 8: Wet Love
Part 6: Confused Emotions
Part 5: Doubting Thoughts
Part 4: Tight Jeans
Part 3: Hard Walls
Part 2: Innocent Playground
Part 1: Naughty Jenga
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (YunJae!Bffery, JaeChun!Bffery, ninja!Changmin/Junsu, ninja Jaejoong/MC)
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 7:
Yoochun sighed.
Yunho lifted his head.
Yoochun stared at him, pouting just a little bit.
“What?”
“You’re distracting.”
“Um, okay. I’ll try to hold my breath so-“
“Not like that, dumb ass, just … do you have to be so tall and do you have to have such long legs? And do you have to be stretched out like that?”
Yunho smiled. “I guess I could cut my legs off at the knee. Be closer to your level.”
Yoochun grabbed his foot and yanked him. Yunho grabbed the seat of the chair to keep from falling off as Yoochun rolled him over to his side of the room. He bent his legs, one lifted to the desk.
“Really, so distracting,” Yoochun said as he rubbed Yunho’s calf muscle with both hands.
“Well, you have that pouty lower lip and your collarbones, so we’re even.”
Yoochun stretched one side of his t-shirt down, trying to look at his collarbones. “Huh?”
Yunho sat up, moving his legs so they were around Yoochun’s chair. “Collarbones,” Yunho said and traced the bare one with his finger. Yoochun shivered.
“Lower lip,” Yunho said and barely touched Yoochun’s lower lip with his. “Distractable.”
“Sexable.”
“Edible.” Yunho lowered his head and licked the collarbone. Yoochun’s arms wrapped around his back with a sigh. Yunho settled his hands at Yoochun’s waist, and then tightened his hold, pulling him closer as he sucked on the skin just above his collarbone.
“Hm, Yunho, can’t … paper.”
“You need a break.”
“Just … just took a break.”
“Another break.”
Yoochun smiled. “O-okay. You kissed me into it.”
Hands gripped his face and Yunho met Yoochun’s eyes. There was a question there and Yunho knew that Yoochun deserved an answer.
“I’m really scared,” Yunho said. “Not of you, but of … well, everything else. But I like you, a lot, and I … I’d regret it if I let fear ruin this. I’m not quite okay to admit that I’m bisexual, but I don’t mind admitting that I’m Yoochun-sexual.”
Yoochun smiled. He traced fingertips over Yunho’s jaw and lips. “Do you like those pants, or can I talk you out of them?”
Yunho laughed and covered the distance between their lips. Yoochun ran his fingers through Yunho’s hair, not quite able to pull because it was too short. Yunho mentally noted to let his hair grow out a little more.
Everything tangled and the chairs teetered, and Yunho had a sudden urge to throw Yoochun to the bed, but Yoochun had to write his paper. It was a mantra, a beat that Yunho set the kiss to. Paper, paper, paper. But it didn’t stop Yunho from kissing him. His tongue slid over Yoochun’s lower lip. He left the tip in the corner of his mouth, and then traced that lower lip with his finger.
“Oh, … “ Yoochun closed his lips around Yunho’s finger and sucked, moaning as Yunho kissed across his cheek to his ear.
“Fuck, Yoochun, that was a bad idea,” Yunho whispered, his lips against Yoochun’s earlobe. “Now all I can think about are those plump lips wrapped around something else.” Yunho slid his other hand up into Yoochun’s hair, pulling his head back. Yoochun moaned and his mouth opened with a gasp. Yunho traced his lips with his finger and then let that finger trail down his throat in a wet line.
Yoochun whimpered. “Yunnie, god damn.”
Yunho bit down on Yoochun’s lower lip, and then sucked it into his mouth softly. The teasing touch shifted into a proper kiss and Yunho tightened his hold in Yoochun’s hair as their tongues tangled.
Yoochun’s breath came in harsh gasps.
“Incentive,” Yunho whispered against his lips. “Write one page and you’ll get a kiss like that.”
“Promise?”
“Yes. One page. One kiss.”
“Two pages, two kisses?”
Yunho laughed. “Sure. How many pages does this paper have to be?”
“Six.”
“How many pages do you already have written?”
“Two and a half.”
Yunho licked his lower lip. He cupped Yoochun’s face in his hands and opened his mouth. Their lips touched and they shared a shaking breath before Yoochun sealed their lips together. Yunho moaned as they again fell in sync, tongue and lips moving with the same held-back desperation. Yunho kissed him for longer than he meant, and then with difficulty pulled away.
“That’s for page two. Let me know when you’re done with page three.”
Yoochun gasped and said, “God, what was I doing? Paper, what paper? Fuck, Yunho.”
Yunho smiled, pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “That’s for the half page.”
Yunho put his hands on the desk and pushed, rolling away from Yoochun. He had his own homework to do and pulled out his textbook for Money and Banking. He felt like he was relearning all these economic terms. He could do this stuff in Korean so easily.
About twenty minutes later, Yoochun said, “Okay. Page three is done. Kiss me.”
Yunho laughed. He stood up, stretched, felt his shirt ride up, so he held the stretch longer than normal, and then he went to Yoochun’s desk. He put his arm on the back of Yoochun’s chair, and leaned his hand on the desk, making it look like he was checking Yoochun’s work. He took the mouse and scrolled up.
“Good, you didn’t just hit enter a few times to make it look like you finished it.”
Yoochun whined and grabbed his arm. “Come on, Yunnie. Kiss me again.”
Yunho smiled and turned his head. Yoochun’s lips were there and without touching Yoochun at all, Yunho kissed him, slow, deliberate kisses, more with lips than with tongue, meant to tease and draw Yoochun forward with need. As soon as Yoochun’s hands touched his chest, Yunho broke away.
Yoochun whimpered. “Too short.”
“Your kiss for page four will be longer,” Yunho said and gave him a peck on the cheek.
Yunho took his book to Yoochun’s bed. He knew the difference because Jaejoong’s was covered in pink and blue frilly blankets and about fifteen different colored pillows. He snagged a yellow one and a big red one and put them under his head. He propped his book up on one of Yoochun’s pillows.
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He woke up to lips against his cheek and fingers on his bare arm, lightly tracing. He moaned, still half asleep.
“You owe me three kisses,” Yoochun whispered.
Yunho draped his arm around Yoochun’s waist and said, “Later.”
Yoochun laughed, and twisted. Yunho was coherent for long enough to wrap Yoochun up in his arms and legs and then he went back to sleep.
Yunho woke up alone. He sighed and rolled over and then remembered that he wasn’t in his own bed. It was eight thirty according to Jaejoong’s flower clock hanging on the wall. He was disappointed that Yoochun wasn’t with him, but he had an early class. Yunho knew that, but frowned anyway. He sat up and paper crinkled next to his head.
Yunho~
You snore. A little. It’s cute, but just thought I’d get that out there first thing
You owe me three kisses. I want them as soon as possible.
It took all my self control not to rape you in your sleep. I may not be able to control myself the next time I see you, so bring a condom to class.
Can’t wait to see you! ♥♥♥
Chunnie~
Yunho laughed. He grabbed his bag, slipped his shoes and his coat on and then grabbed his bag. He made sure the door was locked before he left. The walk back to his dorm room was a lot happier than the walk last night.
He saw Junsu in the lounge. “Weren’t you wearing that shirt yesterday?” Junsu asked.
Yunho smiled. “Maybe.”
“Oh my god,” he flipped around so his elbows were on the back of the couch. “Did you sleep with Yoochun?”
“Technically. Yes. We slept in the same bed.”
“No fucking?”
“No.”
“Not yet?” Junsu said hopefully.
Yunho smiled. “Maybe.”
“Oh, god, you are so going to fuck him.”
Yunho raised an eyebrow. “And Changmin?”
Junsu made a face. “Bitch,” he said, and his voice wavered.
“Sorry, Su-ah.”
“He’s just … in so much denial. More so than you even.”
“I’m not in denial. I’m completely and utterly Yoochun-sexual.”
“But what about me?” Junsu said. He stood up and turned around, running his hands over his bubbly ass.
“Sexy, but … “ Yunho shrugged.
“Yoochun doesn’t even have an ass.” Junsu crossed his arms and fell back to the couch with a pout.
Yunho pulled out his phone and sent Changmin a text.
He-da-Ho to Max_is_Gay
Come help me with some math.
Max_is_Str8 to He-da-Ho
You’re not taking math. And change my name, bitch
He-da-Ho to Max_is_Gay
Nope, but there’s math in this Money & Banking class. You’re gay, bitch.
Max_is_Str8 to He-da-Ho
Okay. Where are you? I am not, bitch.
He-da-Ho to Max_is_Gay
Just down in the lounge, waiting for Yoochun to get out of class. Rainbow colored, bitch.
Max_is_Str8 to He-da-Ho
Kay, I’ll be there in a minute. Fuck you, bitch.
“And he thinks he’s so smart,” Yunho said.
“What?”
“I know you’re waiting for Changmin. He’ll be down in a second.”
Junsu sighed. “It’s pathetic, really. I should just …”
Yunho smiled. “Don’t give up, Su. You really like him. He likes you, but like you said, he’s in denial. If this doesn’t work, hang on Eunhyuk until he gets possessive.”
Junsu opened his mouth and then he nodded. “That might actually work.”
“Yeah. Probably. Let me know.”
“Thanks, Ho.”
“No problem.”
Yunho went up to his dorm, and then cursed when he remembered that Jaejoong had his key. Adam had an early class, and waking Jaejoong up before ten could be dangerous. He knocked lightly. A moment later, the handle turned. Yunho opened it and slipped into the dimly lit room. He stopped in his tracks and dropped his bag with a thud.
“Don’t even,” Adam said as Jaejoong mumbled something and tightened his arms around Adam’s waist.
“Well, you have clothes on,” Yunho whispered.
“God, barely. I only told him he could sleep with me if he kept his clothes on.”
“Don’t you have class?”
“Yeah, but … he’s sort of demanding?” Adam said, making it a question.
Yunho chucked. “Yes, he is.”
“What about you? Did you get that paper written?” Adam asked, but his voice leered and made it dirty.
Yunho shook his head. “Yes. Yoochun finished his paper. I fell asleep studying.”
“Boring.”
“Pussy,” Jaejoong muttered. “He’s a pussy.”
Yunho took his pillow from his bed and hit Jaejoong with it. Jaejoong shouted and then tried to hide behind Adam’s body but Adam used that moment to get up from the bed. Yunho climbed onto the bed and pummeled Jaejoong with the pillow until Jaejoong said, “Okay, okay you win.”
Yunho tossed his pillow back and then leaned down and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek. “You made Adam miss his first class.”
“Cuddling with me is better than going to class,” Jaejoong said with a pout.
“And how did that happen?”
“You guys better not be talking about me in Korean,” Adam said. “I hate it when you do that.”
Jaejoong smiled and in English said, “Adam has a nice cock.”
Yunho laughed. “Oh, god.”
“While that is true, you’re still not ever going to get to see it.”
Jaejoong pouted.
Yunho climbed off the bed. “I feel sorry for you. When Jaejoong sees something he wants …”
“Yah, fuck you,” Jaejoong said and threw a pillow at Yunho.
Yunho caught it and tossed it back. He smiled at Adam. “Be … firm, I guess.”
“Be hard,” Jaejoong said and licked his lips.
Adam smiled. “Jae-babe, you’re really pretty, but … sorry. Guy parts.”
Jaejoong crossed his arms. “Not even a kiss?” he said.
“Don’t do it, man,” Yunho said. “I’ve seen stronger men fall from only a kiss.”
“God damn you,” Jaejoong said. He got up from the bed and shoved Yunho toward the bathroom. “Go shower the fail off you. Go jerk off thinking of Yoochun. Just … get out. You’re ruining this and I hate you.”
Yunho let himself be pushed, but he looked behind him at Adam and smiled. Jaejoong pushed him into the bathroom and shut the door.
“I hate him,” Jaejoong said.
“I love you, Boo!” Yunho shouted. He wasn’t worried about Jaejoong. Jaejoong would play this up so much that Yunho wouldn’t be surprised to see Adam comforting him (aka: holding him and rubbing his back) when he was done showering. He really liked Adam, but the guy was clueless when it came to Jaejoong.
He showered quickly, and sure enough, Jaejoong had cuddled his way back into Adam’s lap.
Adam rolled his eyes at Yunho.
“Did you kiss him?”
“On the cheek,” Jaejoong sang.
“You’re doomed,” Yunho said to Adam.
His phone flashed with a message from Yoochun.
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
I bribed Goshi to let me copy his lecture notes in marketing!! :D ditch with me today?
He-da-Ho to fun_in_the_chun
Okay, but i have to go to English
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
Okay. My musical theory class gets out at 1130
He-da-Ho to fun_in_the_chun
meet me at the library entrance
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
can’t wait ♥
“You’re so sappy in love,” Jaejoong said. And then he looked up at Adam and said, “Sappy, right? That’s the right word?”
Adam nodded. “Yep. Sappy.”
“You have two days,” Yunho said in Korean. “Two days to snag this guy into your web or you have to run around campus naked.”
“Two days? That’s a long time.” Jaejoong smiled up at Adam.
Adam took a very deep breath.
“You’re screwed, bro,” Yunho said.
“You have class, Yunho” Jaejoong said in English.
“Don’t rape him,” Yunho said to him Korean.
“I won’t have to,” Jaejoong replied and stuck his tongue out at him.
Yunho dressed nicely because this was definitely a date. They were ditching class to spend the afternoon together and who knew what would happen after that, where they’d end up. Yunho wanted to wear nice slacks but it really was too cold out. He pulled on a pair of dark, button-fly jeans. He pulled a tank top on.
And then he stared at his shirts. “Any chance you’re going to help me out, BooJae?” Yunho asked.
“Nope. I hate you right now.”
“Black or blue?” Yunho asked Adam.
Adam shrugged. “Blue? Black? Don’t know.”
“You’re so hopeless,” Jaejoong said. He started getting up and then stopped, arms around Adam’s waist. “You won’t leave?” And then he almost pouted. Not a full blown one, because Adam would have known it was fake, but Jaejoong had mastered that look, that please please please, I’ll love you forever, look.
Adam shook his head. “No. I won’t leave.”
And then Jaejoong smiled and Yunho saw Adam’s chest rise quickly, and he knew there was no way Jaejoong missed it. Jae kissed his cheek and rolled off the bed. He went over to Yunho and pulled out a really nice collared shirt that Yunho only wore on dates.
“You’re going on a date,” Jaejoong said, cutting off Yunho’s protest. “Those jeans are amazing. Who picked those out for you? Oh right. I did. And god, your thighs look fantastic in them.” Jaejoong ran his hand up Yunho’s thigh. “They even sort of give you an ass. You are wearing your leather coat, right? It would look the best, but you might want to put the liner in it. It’s getting cold. Well, put this on.”
Yunho took the black, pinstriped shirt from him and slipped his arms into the sleeves. He buttoned it up, and Jaejoong took a step back. He pinched his lower lip in between his fingers as he looked Yunho up and down. He nodded. “Good. Belt, shoes, and hot damn, Yoochun is going to have fun getting you naked.”
“He’s not going to get me naked.”
“Well, he’s going to have fun undoing all those buttons on your jeans then.” Jaejoong smiled and then went back to the bed, easily finding his spot against Adam’s side.
“You look good,” Adam said.
“Thanks.”
Jaejoong spoke in English. “Okay. Now you’re sexy. Go to class. Go away. I’ll make sure Yoochun has condoms.”
Yunho picked up his bag and said, “I’m sure Adam has some.”
“Helpful,” Adam said with a glare.
Jaejoong smiled up at Adam and said, “Don’t worry if you don’t. I always have condoms in my bag.”
Yunho chuckled as he headed down the stairs. In the lounge, he stopped and then smirked. MinSu were on the couch making out. Well, more than making out. Junsu had lost his shirt somewhere, and Changmin’s pants were unbuttoned. Junsu’s hand was pushed into his boxers, and Changmin’s mouth was attached to Junsu’s left nipple, the pierced one.
Yunho walked close enough to slap the back of Changmin’s head. Junsu yelped and then moaned as Changmin bit down on reflex.
“Yah, dongsaengs, go take that to a bedroom.”
“Room. Good. Bed. Min, please. Bed. Fuck me in your bed.”
Changmin growled and lips connected the two of them stood up and headed down the hall, tripping over themselves and then almost on the stairs.
Yunho cursed himself. Jaejoong was going to kill him for not taking a picture first.
Part 8: Wet Love
Part 6: Confused Emotions
Part 5: Doubting Thoughts
Part 4: Tight Jeans
Part 3: Hard Walls
Part 2: Innocent Playground
Part 1: Naughty Jenga
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