Rush 2/5
Title: Rush 2/5
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong (minor Yunho/Yoochun, Yunho/Donghae, implied Junho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is one of those fics that if they would mine I would make them act it out instead of me just writing it, but I don't own them, so instead of a video, you guys get a story.
Summary: Jaejoong wants Professor Jung to take his virginity, but the old man is being difficult.
Warning: teacher/student, older!Yunho (41) and younger!Jaejoong (18) (in the first part Jaejoong is only 15, but there is no smut between them), virgin!Jaejoong, lots of sex, and extremely rough sex near the end
A/N: This fic was only supposed to be a one shot ... OTL ... :) Enjoy! And the title is not inspired by Paula Abdul, just FYI, although now that song is stuck in my head.
Fan poster by vik720. Thank you! ♥♥♥
Part 2:
Just in case you need a visual of the Jaejoong in my mind.
3 months later ...
Yunho knows he’s in deep, deep trouble. But it’s not the kind of trouble that can get him thrown in jail. It’s the sweet, kind of trouble that promises sex and pleasure. He has seen it over the last three months every time Jaejoong looks at him, every time he looks at Jaejoong, and every time their eyes meet.
Yunho knows it’s the day that the feeling of being in deep, deep trouble becomes reality. It is Jaejoong’s eighteenth birthday today. And if he hadn’t known that because he looked at Jaejoong’s records, he’d know because someone made him a crown that has a big 18 on it. He’s wearing a sash with his name, and every time Yunho sees him he has another present in his hand. And he’s seen Jaejoong a lot today, almost like the boy is purposely walking by his classroom every chance he gets.
And he’s there again, just after lunch, surrounded by a gaggle of girls fawning over him, and he smiles and accepts the presents from them.
Eighteen and no longer his student. It’s like a checklist. And there’s only one more thing to tick off. Graduation is in less than a month.
Yunho can’t believe how much the boy has grown up. Despite the problems at home, and Jaejoong’s own attitude and behavior problems when he was younger, he’s matured and he’s smart, and he’s every single fucking thing that Yunho finds attractive. More pretty than handsome, but still strong. Quick with his wit, but smart. He pays attention, he learns, and he understands. If he doesn’t, he asks questions. The boy is more than determined to do well, and he’s at school until late in the evening, studying for final exams with the rest of his class.
Jaejoong looks up, their eyes meet through the glass, and Jaejoong smiles before the crowd of girls pull him from Yunho’s line of sight.
Yunho is in deep, deep trouble.
And Jaejoong is all he can think of. When he eats, when he sleeps, when he teaches, when he works out, when he runs, when he jerks off in his shower, in his kitchen, his his living room, in his bed.
When he goes out with Donghae.
It is not fair to the other man, and Yunho knows it. He can’t help it.
He tells himself that it’s just a harmless fantasy.
But when fantasies become reality, they aren’t harmless.
Donghae slaps him when they break up, because Yunho confesses that he likes someone else. Donghae calls him a cradle robber, even though Yunho never says Jaejoong’s name and he’s careful when he talks about his students. Not careful enough it seems.
But Yunho is smart, and doesn’t tell Jaejoong that he broke up with Donghae, because he is still very determined not to let the boy win.
Taking that teenage virgin ass is more of a win for you than him.
Yunho hates that all knowing voice inside his head.
The last three weeks of class zoom by faster than they ever have, and Yunho spends too much time on the edge of anticipation. He doesn’t want to go to the graduation ceremony, but he is more than just Jaejoong’s favorite teacher, so he does go. Changmin, the brilliant sixteen year old, is the top of their class, with Jaejoong in the top ten. He can’t keep his eyes off Jaejoong. Technically, classes ended the day before, and Yunho isn’t surprised to see Jaejoong’s black hair dyed a deep burgundy that brightens in the lights when he turns his head. Jaejoong always said that he was dying his hair as soon as he was able. The color entrances Yunho, the way it contrasts with his pale skin. It’s a different contrast than the black, softer, more mature.
Or maybe that’s just his libido being wishful.
Jaejoong has been eighteen for three weeks.
Yunho has rubbed his cock raw for three weeks. Staring at Jaejoong through the ceremony means he has a problem when he stands up, but his blazer is long enough to cover his crotch, and he heads toward the doors of the banquet room.
“Professor Jung!” someone shouts, and Yunho has to stop, accept bows and thanks from students, and someone hands him a fluted glass of champagne, and he’s introduced to parents that he doesn’t know, and given thanks from them as well.
Another student calls his name and Yunho finds himself among Jaejoong’s circle of friends: Changmin, the Kim Twins, Minho, Kyuhyun, and beautiful, beautiful Jaejoong.
He’s even more beautiful up close, and there is a glint of metal in his lip. And one in his eyebrow, and all up along his ears. Yunho is lucky Changmin picks that time to throw his long arms around his neck because it hides his shiver.
“Thank you so much for your recommendation, Professor,” Changmin says. “I’m going to study in Japan next semester!”
“Congratulations, Changmin-shi. Well done.”
“You’re such an awesome teacher,” Junsu says. “Come to college with us. We all want to go to Seoul.”
“You’re going to have to spend all summer studying for the exam in November if you want to get into Seoul,” Yunho says.
“We will,” Kyuhyun replies. “Our parents have already made sure of it.”
Yunho finally looks at Jaejoong at the mention of parents. He looks away, chewing on his lower lip. It’s Junho who says, “Jaejoong is coming to live with us this summer.”
All Yunho can think about is how Jaejoong mentioned that Junho would go gay for him. He feels his shoulders stiffen, and he fights not to glare at Junho. “Is that a good thing?” he asks carefully.
Jaejoong lifts a shoulder in half a shrug. His smile is gone, and Yunho wants to bring it back.
“Well,” Yunho says and clears his throat. “If you guys need any help studying Korean history, you know who to call, right?”
“Yes,” they chorus, but Minho never had Yunho as a teacher, so Yunho, like he has done with all his students, gives Minho his phone number, and then Kyuhyun remembers that Jaejoong lost his old phone and doesn’t he need Professor Jung’s number too?
Jaejoong swallows and shakes his head. “I have it.”
“Stalker,” Changmin coughs loudly.
Jaejoong pulls his arm back and punches him hard. “Shut up, dongsaeng. I can’t get in trouble for kicking your ass anymore.”
“Now you go to jail instead of detention.”
“Only if I get caught,” Jaejoong says and punches the kid again.
“Jaejoong-ah,” Yunho says.
Jaejoong smirks at him.
Yunho realizes that if Jaejoong has a new phone then he doesn’t have Jaejoong’s new number. The number he’s stared at for two years and memorized isn’t right. The time to ask has passed and he doesn’t want to, but shit, just a phone number is a connection to him, one that he needs to break if he has any chance of staying away from the boy.
Their eyes suddenly meet, and Yunho swallows roughly. The stubborn erection he had during the ceremony rages back, and Yunho has no idea what to say. Another teacher calls his name, and the students disperse, finding other friends, and Yunho reluctantly turns away from Jaejoong’s gaze.
He knows it won’t be the last time he sees the boy, but he has no idea when or how or what will happen now.
Park Yoochun convinces him to go to the bar with them in celebration of another year of students out of their hair, and Yunho agrees. But the alcohol and the lights and the dancers who are young but still older than Jaejoong do not get the boy out of his mind. More drunk than sober, he tumbles into bed with Yoochun at an early hour in the morning, and even though Yoochun is a fantastic lover who can definitely match his stamina, Yunho wants innocence and insecurity. He wants a pierced lip on his dick and painful whimpers in his ear and sharp nails in his back.
When his eyes pry open to a familiar bed and a familiar heat behind him, Yunho sighs. The sunlight is pouring through the window, and he feels like it’s at least noon.
“You awake?” Yoochun whispers with lips against his neck.
“Hopefully not.”
Yoochun chuckles, and then continues pressing lips against Yunho’s skin. “Can I just tell you how glad I am that you broke up with Donghae? I mean, you two were good together, but I’d much rather have you in my bed, and it’s been way too long.”
Yunho squirms against the erection pressed against his hip. “I’m so glad my heartache is your gain.”
Yoochun scoffs. “Heartache? Yeah, right. That is not why you were so desperate last night. Care to explain?”
Yunho sighs. “No.”
“You’re more transparent than you think you are, Professor Jung. Your favorite student isn’t a student anymore, and he’s old enough now.”
Yunho groans. “Fuck, shut up. He’s still too young for me. Hell, Yoochun. You’re too young for me!”
Yoochun laughs. “Yes, and you like that I’m ten years younger than you, but it’s not young enough. I’m not eighteen and beautiful and willing, by the looks of it.”
Yunho turns over. “Why are you encouraging this?”
Yoochun smirks. “He turned me down last year.”
Yunho pulls away from him so fast that his head spins. “What?” he almost shouts.
Yoochun laughs. “God, calm down. He’s gorgeous, and I offered, and he said no, that he was waiting for someone. It took me a few weeks to realize that someone was you.”
Yunho climbs out of the bed, unsteady on his feet.
“I’m just saying,” Yoochun says from the bed, “he wants you. You should take him.”
“I don’t want to just take him,” Yunho mutters as he pulls on his pants. He has no idea where his boxers are. “The boy deserves more than that.”
“What if that’s all he wants?”
Yunho shrugs. “It isn’t going to happen, so it doesn’t matter.”
Yoochun shakes his head. “You’re a stronger man than I am. I’d tap that tight ass in a heartbeat.”
A surge of anger fills Yunho at the carefree way Yoochun talks about Jaejoong. He bites his lip though, unwilling to say anything that can ruin their friendship. He still feels like shit, but he staggers through Yoochun’s apartment and finds his shirt and jacket in the living room. He has his phone, wallet, and keys, and barely remembers to shout a goodbye to the sleazy poetry teacher before leaving.
He takes a cab to the school where his car is still parked. He’s about to get in his car when his phone rings. It’s a number he does not recognize, but he needs a distraction from his thoughts, so he answers it.
“What is your address?” the voice on the other end says. A voice Yunho definitely knows.
Yunho can’t say anything, frozen where he is.
“Professor,” Jaejoong says, and repeats his question. His voice is a little desperate, and cracks at the end of the question.
Yunho clears his throat and says no.
“Yes. Tell me. I can find it out anyway, but if you tell it to me then I know you want this as much as I do. Tell me.”
Yunho is barely breathing, and then mutters. “I’m not home.”
“So? Call your doorman and tell him to let me in when I get there. I’ll wait for you. I’ve waited for two years and four months and one week. A few more hours won’t kill me.”
“Jaejoong, this ...”
“No. Don’t tell me no again. Don’t. Please.”
Yunho’s eyes shut, and Jaejoong’s voice whispers please over and over again, but in his mind he has two fingers up the boy’s ass and his mouth around his cock and shaking, innocent fingers are tugging on his hair.
Yunho whispers his address.
Jaejoong inhales sharply, and then hangs up.
---R---U---S---H---
Jaejoong stands in the middle of Jung Yunho’s apartment. The door opens to a short hallway that leads to his living room. Professor Jung has a corner unit, and both walls have two huge picture windows that let in light and show the couch, chair, tables and entertainment stand. Jaejoong stands at the end of the hall, socks sliding on the wood floors.
The doorman said nothing about him being there or letting him in, so whatever Professor Jung told him worked.
But now that he is there, Jaejoong isn’t sure what to do. Professor Jung isn’t home, and he did not say when he will return home. Jaejoong runs his hands down his thighs, trying to get rid of the dampness on his skin. His fingers catch in the rips in his jeans, and he tugs on one in nervousness.
This is such a stupid, stupid idea.
And yet, Jaejoong can’t quite believe that it worked. That he is in Professor Jung’s apartment, waiting for the man to get home and take his virginity.
Jaejoong again second guesses his outfit. The faded red t-shirt is brand new, but thin. The soft cotton stretches on his arms and shoulders, the deep V showing off a curve of muscle that Jaejoong has worked damn hard for. The only thing he doesn’t like is the way the shirt bumps over the piercing in his left nipple. If he concentrates, he can also see the lump at his navel, but the shirt is bunched enough around his tiny waist that it isn’t as noticeable. He hopes Professor Jung doesn’t mind that slight imperfection. The jeans are tight, but soft against his skin. Seduction is his goal, so no underwear, and everything is smooth. He saved up his money for the waxing treatment three days ago, and he is definitely going to keep it up. He loves how soft his skin is and how it feels under his hands. He only hopes that Professor Jung likes it, too. But maybe he won’t. Maybe he doesn’t want to be reminded of how young Jaejoong is.
Jaejoong suddenly crouches with a groan and his checkered backpack slams on the floor. This is a stupid idea. Stupid, stupid, stupid. His chest tightens thinking that his virginity is all the professor wants, but Jaejoong can’t ask for more. Not with their age difference or their former status as student and teacher. He wants so much more.
He should have just agreed to let Junho fuck him last night. It was hard enough saying no to his advances, and it felt so good to have someone kiss him, even if those kisses and touches were tainted with alcohol. At least, Junho was too drunk to do anything to him last night, but this morning, waking up and finding himself pressed to a bed by a very naked, very horny Junho. Jaejoong shivers. Maybe he should have ... but no, and now ... now ... just ...
Jaejoong whines. He’s so confused. He’s been in love with Professor Jung for years, but what if ... what if the man doesn’t actually want him? What if he comes home and sends Jaejoong away? Jaejoong is sure that he will not survive the embarrassment. And where is he supposed to go? He doesn’t want to go back to Junho and Junsu’s if Junho can’t keep his hands to himself.
There is a clock on the wall that shows it is a little after one.
Jaejoong hates feeling insecure. He hates uncertainty. So he does one of the few things that he knows will let him have a bit of control of himself.
He cleans.
He straightens the shoes on the shoe rack and adds his own boots at the end. There is a hoody hanging over the back of a chair, and he puts it in the closet by the door, and picks up his winter coat where it fell and hangs it up too. Another hoody joins it, and there are gloves and a beanie on the side table that Jaejoong puts on the shelf inside the closet.
Jaejoong straightens the history books that fill the built-in bookcase, putting them in alphabetical order by author. He gathers up the papers on the coffee table, careful to make sure they stay in the two piles they had been in. He puts them in Professor Jung’s briefcase along with pens and paper clips. There are mugs with dried tea bags and glasses with wine pooled at the bottom and a few plates. He piles them up and and he takes them to the kitchen which is down the hall a bit, and smaller than Jaejoong is expecting. He puts the dishes in the sink with the rest of them, and then starts water so he can wash them. He clears off the table, organizes the few refrigerator magnets, and sweeps the entirety of the tiled floor and hardwood floor of the main area. Other things need to be done like dusting and cleaning the rugs and the couches, but Jaejoong doesn’t want to feel dirty and sweaty when the professor finally arrives.
After the kitchen, he goes down the hall and sees a guest room that is actually clean with the bed made. There is a bathroom across the hall, and it too is clean, which means that Professor Jung probably never uses it.
With a deep breath, Jaejoong enters Professor Jung’s bedroom. There are clothes strewn all over the floor and the bed, and Jaejoong has calmed down enough to snort in disdain. His perfectionist professor is a fucking slob. Dirty clothes go in the hamper, but it’s already full, so Jaejoong lugs it down the hall to the closet that had a washer in it. He starts a load of laundry, and then goes back to the bedroom. He makes the bed and organizes the stuff on the dresser. There is another bookshelf in this room, but it is full of novels and manga surprisingly. The master bathroom is a bit of a mess, and he straightens everything on the counters. It needs to be cleaned but Jaejoong doesn’t want to smell like chemicals at the moment, but he does run a sweeper over the floor. He puts in another load of laundry, and then goes into the kitchen.
It’s almost five. His stomach grumbles. He’s been so nervous all day that he hasn’t really been able to eat. But he definitely needs to. Especially if he needs energy for later.
Jaejoong wonders how long until Yunho will be home, but decides to make dinner for two, just in case.
Slightly scared of what he’ll find, Jaejoong opens the fridge, and isn’t disappointed to see that it’s full of takeout containers, and he throws most of the contents away. But there is some meat in the freezer and kimchi and some salvageable vegetables in the fridge.
The last load of laundry is in the dryer and kimchi jjigae is simmering on the stove when Jaejoong’s phone beeps with a text message.
His heart stops when he sees that it’s from Yunho.
Did you give up and go home yet?
Jaejoong isn’t sure how to respond to that. Maybe he should have done just that. But he is determined to get exactly what he wants.
He sends back, Are you in your parking lot sitting in your car waiting for me to give up?
Jaejoong puts rice in the cooker and is chopping up some fruit for dessert when the front door opens and then shuts carefully.
Jaejoong drops the knife and bites his lip when he hears nothing else. Is Professor Jung going to be mad that he cleaned? He finally hears movement, a door shutting softly, footsteps. He looks down at the floor, chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. His heart is hammering in his chest, and Professor Jung walks right up to him. Fingers enter his vision and he shuts his eyes as his head is lifted by his chin.
Lips press against his and he whimpers in disbelief. His hands rise and he grips the professor’s wrist tightly. That is all it is, a press of lips, and then he stops, but does not move away from Jaejoong.
Jaejoong swallows, eyes fluttering open.
Professor Jung’s face is blank, but his eyes are soft, and his fingers rub lightly on Jaejoong’s chin.
“Do I have time to shower before dinner is ready?”
Jaejoong opens his mouth to reply but he can’t so he nods.
“Good. Give me fifteen minutes.”
Jaejoong nods again and is only able to breathe when the professor leaves the kitchen. He places a hand on his chest, trying to steady his racing heart, and then his brain catches up to the image.
Professor Jung is still wearing the same suit he wore to the graduation, though the shirt is unbuttoned and there is no tie.
But it means only one thing.
Professor Jung did not go home last night.
Jaejoong forces himself to calm down. Just because he didn’t go home didn’t mean he went home with someone else. But the last Jaejoong saw of him the night before was when he was talking and laughing with Professor Park. He wonders if they spent their nights the same: refusing unwanted advances.
Or are Professor Park’s advances wanted? Did Yunho sleep with him? Did Yunho fuck him? Did Yunho wake up next to him this morning?
The rice cooker beeps just as the shower stops, and Jaejoong yelps and hurries to get out bowls. He’s spooning hot jjigae onto beds of rice when strong, bare arms wrap around his waist. He stops breathing again.
“Smells good,” is the soft whisper in his hair, and then after a moment, another one, “so does the food.”
Jaejoong can’t stop the giggle that comes out of his mouth and he drops the spoon to cover his mouth and feels his cheeks go pink. Lips press against his cheek before Professor Jung moves away, hands lingering on his sides, but eventually giving him room to finish putting out dinner. Hope flares in Jaejoong’s chest, and it’s difficult to breathe. These actions are not of a man who does not want him. And it is no longer a matter of if, in Jaejoong’s mind, but when the man will take him.
Part 3: Sex You Up
Part 1: Ready or Not
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong (minor Yunho/Yoochun, Yunho/Donghae, implied Junho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is one of those fics that if they would mine I would make them act it out instead of me just writing it, but I don't own them, so instead of a video, you guys get a story.
Summary: Jaejoong wants Professor Jung to take his virginity, but the old man is being difficult.
Warning: teacher/student, older!Yunho (41) and younger!Jaejoong (18) (in the first part Jaejoong is only 15, but there is no smut between them), virgin!Jaejoong, lots of sex, and extremely rough sex near the end
A/N: This fic was only supposed to be a one shot ... OTL ... :) Enjoy! And the title is not inspired by Paula Abdul, just FYI, although now that song is stuck in my head.
Fan poster by vik720. Thank you! ♥♥♥
Part 2:
Just in case you need a visual of the Jaejoong in my mind.
3 months later ...
Yunho knows he’s in deep, deep trouble. But it’s not the kind of trouble that can get him thrown in jail. It’s the sweet, kind of trouble that promises sex and pleasure. He has seen it over the last three months every time Jaejoong looks at him, every time he looks at Jaejoong, and every time their eyes meet.
Yunho knows it’s the day that the feeling of being in deep, deep trouble becomes reality. It is Jaejoong’s eighteenth birthday today. And if he hadn’t known that because he looked at Jaejoong’s records, he’d know because someone made him a crown that has a big 18 on it. He’s wearing a sash with his name, and every time Yunho sees him he has another present in his hand. And he’s seen Jaejoong a lot today, almost like the boy is purposely walking by his classroom every chance he gets.
And he’s there again, just after lunch, surrounded by a gaggle of girls fawning over him, and he smiles and accepts the presents from them.
Eighteen and no longer his student. It’s like a checklist. And there’s only one more thing to tick off. Graduation is in less than a month.
Yunho can’t believe how much the boy has grown up. Despite the problems at home, and Jaejoong’s own attitude and behavior problems when he was younger, he’s matured and he’s smart, and he’s every single fucking thing that Yunho finds attractive. More pretty than handsome, but still strong. Quick with his wit, but smart. He pays attention, he learns, and he understands. If he doesn’t, he asks questions. The boy is more than determined to do well, and he’s at school until late in the evening, studying for final exams with the rest of his class.
Jaejoong looks up, their eyes meet through the glass, and Jaejoong smiles before the crowd of girls pull him from Yunho’s line of sight.
Yunho is in deep, deep trouble.
And Jaejoong is all he can think of. When he eats, when he sleeps, when he teaches, when he works out, when he runs, when he jerks off in his shower, in his kitchen, his his living room, in his bed.
When he goes out with Donghae.
It is not fair to the other man, and Yunho knows it. He can’t help it.
He tells himself that it’s just a harmless fantasy.
But when fantasies become reality, they aren’t harmless.
Donghae slaps him when they break up, because Yunho confesses that he likes someone else. Donghae calls him a cradle robber, even though Yunho never says Jaejoong’s name and he’s careful when he talks about his students. Not careful enough it seems.
But Yunho is smart, and doesn’t tell Jaejoong that he broke up with Donghae, because he is still very determined not to let the boy win.
Taking that teenage virgin ass is more of a win for you than him.
Yunho hates that all knowing voice inside his head.
The last three weeks of class zoom by faster than they ever have, and Yunho spends too much time on the edge of anticipation. He doesn’t want to go to the graduation ceremony, but he is more than just Jaejoong’s favorite teacher, so he does go. Changmin, the brilliant sixteen year old, is the top of their class, with Jaejoong in the top ten. He can’t keep his eyes off Jaejoong. Technically, classes ended the day before, and Yunho isn’t surprised to see Jaejoong’s black hair dyed a deep burgundy that brightens in the lights when he turns his head. Jaejoong always said that he was dying his hair as soon as he was able. The color entrances Yunho, the way it contrasts with his pale skin. It’s a different contrast than the black, softer, more mature.
Or maybe that’s just his libido being wishful.
Jaejoong has been eighteen for three weeks.
Yunho has rubbed his cock raw for three weeks. Staring at Jaejoong through the ceremony means he has a problem when he stands up, but his blazer is long enough to cover his crotch, and he heads toward the doors of the banquet room.
“Professor Jung!” someone shouts, and Yunho has to stop, accept bows and thanks from students, and someone hands him a fluted glass of champagne, and he’s introduced to parents that he doesn’t know, and given thanks from them as well.
Another student calls his name and Yunho finds himself among Jaejoong’s circle of friends: Changmin, the Kim Twins, Minho, Kyuhyun, and beautiful, beautiful Jaejoong.
He’s even more beautiful up close, and there is a glint of metal in his lip. And one in his eyebrow, and all up along his ears. Yunho is lucky Changmin picks that time to throw his long arms around his neck because it hides his shiver.
“Thank you so much for your recommendation, Professor,” Changmin says. “I’m going to study in Japan next semester!”
“Congratulations, Changmin-shi. Well done.”
“You’re such an awesome teacher,” Junsu says. “Come to college with us. We all want to go to Seoul.”
“You’re going to have to spend all summer studying for the exam in November if you want to get into Seoul,” Yunho says.
“We will,” Kyuhyun replies. “Our parents have already made sure of it.”
Yunho finally looks at Jaejoong at the mention of parents. He looks away, chewing on his lower lip. It’s Junho who says, “Jaejoong is coming to live with us this summer.”
All Yunho can think about is how Jaejoong mentioned that Junho would go gay for him. He feels his shoulders stiffen, and he fights not to glare at Junho. “Is that a good thing?” he asks carefully.
Jaejoong lifts a shoulder in half a shrug. His smile is gone, and Yunho wants to bring it back.
“Well,” Yunho says and clears his throat. “If you guys need any help studying Korean history, you know who to call, right?”
“Yes,” they chorus, but Minho never had Yunho as a teacher, so Yunho, like he has done with all his students, gives Minho his phone number, and then Kyuhyun remembers that Jaejoong lost his old phone and doesn’t he need Professor Jung’s number too?
Jaejoong swallows and shakes his head. “I have it.”
“Stalker,” Changmin coughs loudly.
Jaejoong pulls his arm back and punches him hard. “Shut up, dongsaeng. I can’t get in trouble for kicking your ass anymore.”
“Now you go to jail instead of detention.”
“Only if I get caught,” Jaejoong says and punches the kid again.
“Jaejoong-ah,” Yunho says.
Jaejoong smirks at him.
Yunho realizes that if Jaejoong has a new phone then he doesn’t have Jaejoong’s new number. The number he’s stared at for two years and memorized isn’t right. The time to ask has passed and he doesn’t want to, but shit, just a phone number is a connection to him, one that he needs to break if he has any chance of staying away from the boy.
Their eyes suddenly meet, and Yunho swallows roughly. The stubborn erection he had during the ceremony rages back, and Yunho has no idea what to say. Another teacher calls his name, and the students disperse, finding other friends, and Yunho reluctantly turns away from Jaejoong’s gaze.
He knows it won’t be the last time he sees the boy, but he has no idea when or how or what will happen now.
Park Yoochun convinces him to go to the bar with them in celebration of another year of students out of their hair, and Yunho agrees. But the alcohol and the lights and the dancers who are young but still older than Jaejoong do not get the boy out of his mind. More drunk than sober, he tumbles into bed with Yoochun at an early hour in the morning, and even though Yoochun is a fantastic lover who can definitely match his stamina, Yunho wants innocence and insecurity. He wants a pierced lip on his dick and painful whimpers in his ear and sharp nails in his back.
When his eyes pry open to a familiar bed and a familiar heat behind him, Yunho sighs. The sunlight is pouring through the window, and he feels like it’s at least noon.
“You awake?” Yoochun whispers with lips against his neck.
“Hopefully not.”
Yoochun chuckles, and then continues pressing lips against Yunho’s skin. “Can I just tell you how glad I am that you broke up with Donghae? I mean, you two were good together, but I’d much rather have you in my bed, and it’s been way too long.”
Yunho squirms against the erection pressed against his hip. “I’m so glad my heartache is your gain.”
Yoochun scoffs. “Heartache? Yeah, right. That is not why you were so desperate last night. Care to explain?”
Yunho sighs. “No.”
“You’re more transparent than you think you are, Professor Jung. Your favorite student isn’t a student anymore, and he’s old enough now.”
Yunho groans. “Fuck, shut up. He’s still too young for me. Hell, Yoochun. You’re too young for me!”
Yoochun laughs. “Yes, and you like that I’m ten years younger than you, but it’s not young enough. I’m not eighteen and beautiful and willing, by the looks of it.”
Yunho turns over. “Why are you encouraging this?”
Yoochun smirks. “He turned me down last year.”
Yunho pulls away from him so fast that his head spins. “What?” he almost shouts.
Yoochun laughs. “God, calm down. He’s gorgeous, and I offered, and he said no, that he was waiting for someone. It took me a few weeks to realize that someone was you.”
Yunho climbs out of the bed, unsteady on his feet.
“I’m just saying,” Yoochun says from the bed, “he wants you. You should take him.”
“I don’t want to just take him,” Yunho mutters as he pulls on his pants. He has no idea where his boxers are. “The boy deserves more than that.”
“What if that’s all he wants?”
Yunho shrugs. “It isn’t going to happen, so it doesn’t matter.”
Yoochun shakes his head. “You’re a stronger man than I am. I’d tap that tight ass in a heartbeat.”
A surge of anger fills Yunho at the carefree way Yoochun talks about Jaejoong. He bites his lip though, unwilling to say anything that can ruin their friendship. He still feels like shit, but he staggers through Yoochun’s apartment and finds his shirt and jacket in the living room. He has his phone, wallet, and keys, and barely remembers to shout a goodbye to the sleazy poetry teacher before leaving.
He takes a cab to the school where his car is still parked. He’s about to get in his car when his phone rings. It’s a number he does not recognize, but he needs a distraction from his thoughts, so he answers it.
“What is your address?” the voice on the other end says. A voice Yunho definitely knows.
Yunho can’t say anything, frozen where he is.
“Professor,” Jaejoong says, and repeats his question. His voice is a little desperate, and cracks at the end of the question.
Yunho clears his throat and says no.
“Yes. Tell me. I can find it out anyway, but if you tell it to me then I know you want this as much as I do. Tell me.”
Yunho is barely breathing, and then mutters. “I’m not home.”
“So? Call your doorman and tell him to let me in when I get there. I’ll wait for you. I’ve waited for two years and four months and one week. A few more hours won’t kill me.”
“Jaejoong, this ...”
“No. Don’t tell me no again. Don’t. Please.”
Yunho’s eyes shut, and Jaejoong’s voice whispers please over and over again, but in his mind he has two fingers up the boy’s ass and his mouth around his cock and shaking, innocent fingers are tugging on his hair.
Yunho whispers his address.
Jaejoong inhales sharply, and then hangs up.
---R---U---S---H---
Jaejoong stands in the middle of Jung Yunho’s apartment. The door opens to a short hallway that leads to his living room. Professor Jung has a corner unit, and both walls have two huge picture windows that let in light and show the couch, chair, tables and entertainment stand. Jaejoong stands at the end of the hall, socks sliding on the wood floors.
The doorman said nothing about him being there or letting him in, so whatever Professor Jung told him worked.
But now that he is there, Jaejoong isn’t sure what to do. Professor Jung isn’t home, and he did not say when he will return home. Jaejoong runs his hands down his thighs, trying to get rid of the dampness on his skin. His fingers catch in the rips in his jeans, and he tugs on one in nervousness.
This is such a stupid, stupid idea.
And yet, Jaejoong can’t quite believe that it worked. That he is in Professor Jung’s apartment, waiting for the man to get home and take his virginity.
Jaejoong again second guesses his outfit. The faded red t-shirt is brand new, but thin. The soft cotton stretches on his arms and shoulders, the deep V showing off a curve of muscle that Jaejoong has worked damn hard for. The only thing he doesn’t like is the way the shirt bumps over the piercing in his left nipple. If he concentrates, he can also see the lump at his navel, but the shirt is bunched enough around his tiny waist that it isn’t as noticeable. He hopes Professor Jung doesn’t mind that slight imperfection. The jeans are tight, but soft against his skin. Seduction is his goal, so no underwear, and everything is smooth. He saved up his money for the waxing treatment three days ago, and he is definitely going to keep it up. He loves how soft his skin is and how it feels under his hands. He only hopes that Professor Jung likes it, too. But maybe he won’t. Maybe he doesn’t want to be reminded of how young Jaejoong is.
Jaejoong suddenly crouches with a groan and his checkered backpack slams on the floor. This is a stupid idea. Stupid, stupid, stupid. His chest tightens thinking that his virginity is all the professor wants, but Jaejoong can’t ask for more. Not with their age difference or their former status as student and teacher. He wants so much more.
He should have just agreed to let Junho fuck him last night. It was hard enough saying no to his advances, and it felt so good to have someone kiss him, even if those kisses and touches were tainted with alcohol. At least, Junho was too drunk to do anything to him last night, but this morning, waking up and finding himself pressed to a bed by a very naked, very horny Junho. Jaejoong shivers. Maybe he should have ... but no, and now ... now ... just ...
Jaejoong whines. He’s so confused. He’s been in love with Professor Jung for years, but what if ... what if the man doesn’t actually want him? What if he comes home and sends Jaejoong away? Jaejoong is sure that he will not survive the embarrassment. And where is he supposed to go? He doesn’t want to go back to Junho and Junsu’s if Junho can’t keep his hands to himself.
There is a clock on the wall that shows it is a little after one.
Jaejoong hates feeling insecure. He hates uncertainty. So he does one of the few things that he knows will let him have a bit of control of himself.
He cleans.
He straightens the shoes on the shoe rack and adds his own boots at the end. There is a hoody hanging over the back of a chair, and he puts it in the closet by the door, and picks up his winter coat where it fell and hangs it up too. Another hoody joins it, and there are gloves and a beanie on the side table that Jaejoong puts on the shelf inside the closet.
Jaejoong straightens the history books that fill the built-in bookcase, putting them in alphabetical order by author. He gathers up the papers on the coffee table, careful to make sure they stay in the two piles they had been in. He puts them in Professor Jung’s briefcase along with pens and paper clips. There are mugs with dried tea bags and glasses with wine pooled at the bottom and a few plates. He piles them up and and he takes them to the kitchen which is down the hall a bit, and smaller than Jaejoong is expecting. He puts the dishes in the sink with the rest of them, and then starts water so he can wash them. He clears off the table, organizes the few refrigerator magnets, and sweeps the entirety of the tiled floor and hardwood floor of the main area. Other things need to be done like dusting and cleaning the rugs and the couches, but Jaejoong doesn’t want to feel dirty and sweaty when the professor finally arrives.
After the kitchen, he goes down the hall and sees a guest room that is actually clean with the bed made. There is a bathroom across the hall, and it too is clean, which means that Professor Jung probably never uses it.
With a deep breath, Jaejoong enters Professor Jung’s bedroom. There are clothes strewn all over the floor and the bed, and Jaejoong has calmed down enough to snort in disdain. His perfectionist professor is a fucking slob. Dirty clothes go in the hamper, but it’s already full, so Jaejoong lugs it down the hall to the closet that had a washer in it. He starts a load of laundry, and then goes back to the bedroom. He makes the bed and organizes the stuff on the dresser. There is another bookshelf in this room, but it is full of novels and manga surprisingly. The master bathroom is a bit of a mess, and he straightens everything on the counters. It needs to be cleaned but Jaejoong doesn’t want to smell like chemicals at the moment, but he does run a sweeper over the floor. He puts in another load of laundry, and then goes into the kitchen.
It’s almost five. His stomach grumbles. He’s been so nervous all day that he hasn’t really been able to eat. But he definitely needs to. Especially if he needs energy for later.
Jaejoong wonders how long until Yunho will be home, but decides to make dinner for two, just in case.
Slightly scared of what he’ll find, Jaejoong opens the fridge, and isn’t disappointed to see that it’s full of takeout containers, and he throws most of the contents away. But there is some meat in the freezer and kimchi and some salvageable vegetables in the fridge.
The last load of laundry is in the dryer and kimchi jjigae is simmering on the stove when Jaejoong’s phone beeps with a text message.
His heart stops when he sees that it’s from Yunho.
Did you give up and go home yet?
Jaejoong isn’t sure how to respond to that. Maybe he should have done just that. But he is determined to get exactly what he wants.
He sends back, Are you in your parking lot sitting in your car waiting for me to give up?
Jaejoong puts rice in the cooker and is chopping up some fruit for dessert when the front door opens and then shuts carefully.
Jaejoong drops the knife and bites his lip when he hears nothing else. Is Professor Jung going to be mad that he cleaned? He finally hears movement, a door shutting softly, footsteps. He looks down at the floor, chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. His heart is hammering in his chest, and Professor Jung walks right up to him. Fingers enter his vision and he shuts his eyes as his head is lifted by his chin.
Lips press against his and he whimpers in disbelief. His hands rise and he grips the professor’s wrist tightly. That is all it is, a press of lips, and then he stops, but does not move away from Jaejoong.
Jaejoong swallows, eyes fluttering open.
Professor Jung’s face is blank, but his eyes are soft, and his fingers rub lightly on Jaejoong’s chin.
“Do I have time to shower before dinner is ready?”
Jaejoong opens his mouth to reply but he can’t so he nods.
“Good. Give me fifteen minutes.”
Jaejoong nods again and is only able to breathe when the professor leaves the kitchen. He places a hand on his chest, trying to steady his racing heart, and then his brain catches up to the image.
Professor Jung is still wearing the same suit he wore to the graduation, though the shirt is unbuttoned and there is no tie.
But it means only one thing.
Professor Jung did not go home last night.
Jaejoong forces himself to calm down. Just because he didn’t go home didn’t mean he went home with someone else. But the last Jaejoong saw of him the night before was when he was talking and laughing with Professor Park. He wonders if they spent their nights the same: refusing unwanted advances.
Or are Professor Park’s advances wanted? Did Yunho sleep with him? Did Yunho fuck him? Did Yunho wake up next to him this morning?
The rice cooker beeps just as the shower stops, and Jaejoong yelps and hurries to get out bowls. He’s spooning hot jjigae onto beds of rice when strong, bare arms wrap around his waist. He stops breathing again.
“Smells good,” is the soft whisper in his hair, and then after a moment, another one, “so does the food.”
Jaejoong can’t stop the giggle that comes out of his mouth and he drops the spoon to cover his mouth and feels his cheeks go pink. Lips press against his cheek before Professor Jung moves away, hands lingering on his sides, but eventually giving him room to finish putting out dinner. Hope flares in Jaejoong’s chest, and it’s difficult to breathe. These actions are not of a man who does not want him. And it is no longer a matter of if, in Jaejoong’s mind, but when the man will take him.
Part 3: Sex You Up
Part 1: Ready or Not
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