Don't Hate Me 4/5?
Title: Don't Hate Me 4/5?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits
Rating: eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Damn it.
Warnings: ... um, possible incest and a tiny bit of pedophilia if you really want to think of it that way
Summary: Senior year of high school, Jaejoong's mom gets married. But a new, quiet step-brother isn't going to distract Jaejoong from what's important. Right?
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
“You’re shaking,” Jae whispered. “Why?”
Changmin let out a snort of disbelief, and it made Jae smile.
“You’re a quick learner, Minnie-ah,” Jae whispered, still perilously close to Changmin’s lips. “So if it makes you less nervous, consider this a lesson. Take mental notes. I have been told I’m quite the kisser, so you’re learning from the best.”
“Do you talk this much when you’re with Yoochun?”
Another smile. “Yes, but with Yoochun it’s ‘god, fuck me harder’ and ‘right there, baby’ and-”
Changmin turned pink and dropped his eyes. Before he could lower his head, Jae swooped in and pressed their lips together.
Changmin whimpered.
Jae did nothing more than hold his lips for a few moments, and then pulled away. Changmin sucked in a deep breath.
“You really need to relax,” Jae whispered, pecking his lips between words. “I’m not going to hurt you. And if you feel uncomfortable with anything I do, let me know, and I’ll stop, okay?”
“O-okay.”
Jae kissed him again, more than just a press of lips this time. His arms started to shake, holding himself over Changmin. With one hand clutching Changmin’s neck, Jae sat back. He ended up sitting on Changmin’s knees with Changmin sitting up. Jae added another kiss to the steady line of kisses. Changmin was still dazed, not quite able to follow him, little whimpers escaping his lips. Jae readjusted again. Moving until he was sitting between Changmin’s spread legs, his own hooked over Changmin’s thighs.
He took Changmin’s hands and placed them on his hips.
“I want you to touch me, Min,” Jae said, again without moving his lips away.
Changmin moaned, fingers tightening on Jae’s body. Jae echoed his moan, and Changmin suddenly snapped away, gasping, pulling his hands to himself, and rubbing his arms. Jae sat still, waiting, until Changmin looked up at him, eyes apologetic.
Jae reached up and touched his face. “What’s wrong?”
His cheeks turned a darker shade of pink, but he leaned into Jae’s touch. “You moaned.”
“That’s because it felt good. I want you to touch me,” he repeated.
“Why?”
“Pabo. Because I like you. I’ve been thinking about you touching me for at least a week now.”
“But why? You’re … you’re … you’re perfect, hyung, and I-”
Jae cupped Changmin’s face in his hands. “You’re gorgeous, Minnie.” He kissed him, causing Changmin to let out a startled whimper. “You’re smart.” Kiss. “You’re tall.” Kiss. “Your eyes are entirely too easy to get captivated by.” Kiss. “Fuck, and when you smile, like a real smile, it makes my breath catch.”
“But-”
“God, and your legs, Min, fuck. Wanna know what else I’ve been thinking about for at least a week?”
Without waiting for Changmin to answer, Jaejoong grabbed under Changmin’s knees, lifting his legs enough, and moving his own, until his legs were over Jae’s hips and wrapped around his body. When Changmin tried to move, Jae tightened his hold on Changmin’s upper thighs, holding him, eyes shut head back.
“Please, Changmin, touch me. Fuck please.”
Shaking hands settled back on his hips, and Jae smiled quickly and then leaned forward for another kiss. He demanded more from Changmin this time with open-lip kisses, quick, each one causing Changmin’s hands to shiver on Jae’s hips. Jae slid his arms up Changmin’s to his shoulders, light caresses, firmer touches, until one arm wrapped around this shoulders and the other tangled in his hair. Jae used that one to angle Changmin’s face a bit.
And then he licked Changmin’s upper lip.
Changmin gasped and broke away. To Jae’s surprise, he kept eye contact.
“Too much?” Jae asked.
“No. It j-just startled me.”
Jae grinned and leaned forward, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of Changmin’s neck. He shivered. “The key to kissing is to go slow, never too eager, or too much, until you know how the other kisses.”
Jae kissed him again, tongue gently swiping across his lower lip. Changmin made another delectable noise, and then his lips parted and Jae kissed him again. After the fourth kiss, Changmin’s tongue finally touched his, and Jae whimpered, body melting, hips sliding forward. Changmin tightened his legs around him. They kissed for long minutes. It took all of Jae’s self control not to let his hands wander, or to throw Changmin to the bed and frot against him.
When he finally pulled away, Jae smiled at the slightly dazed look on Changmin’s face.
“Well?” Jae demanded.
Changmin blinked, nodded and then licked his lips. Jae was immediately back at his lips, kissing him quickly, tightening fingers in his hair.
“God, Min.” Kiss. “Do you have any idea.” Kiss. “What licking your lips.” Kiss. “Does to me?”
Changmin moaned.
Only a moment later, Jae decided he could control himself later. He moved his lips down Changmin’s neck. Each kiss, suck and nibble accompanied by a breathy gasp or moan. Jae licked Changmin’s collar bone, across his shoulder. He shifted back, hands now at Changmin’s hips as he trailed kisses along his upper chest to the other shoulder and neck. Changmin moaned, low in his throat, and tilted his head back. Jae covered his skin in kisses, moving lower and lower, until there was no break to the growl coming from Changmin. Jae pressed more, and Changmin’s hands left his hips, landing behind him to hold himself up.
Jae licked down to an already hard nipple. He blew cool air across Changmin’s skin, watching as the nipple jerked, and gooseflesh rose up all over his body.
“Hyung,” Changmin whimpered.
Jae licked a nipple. “Yeah, Min?” He laved attention on the pink bud, nipping, licking, and then finally closing his mouth around it and sucking.
“I-I, god, hyung. Hyung!”
Jae pulled back, words whispering against skin. “Like that.”
“Yes,” it was a gasp, so quiet, so innocent, and Jae’s cock throbbed behind the confines of his sweatpants.
“Lay back,” Jae whispered, pushing him with one hand, “but whatever you do, don’t you dare let go of me with your legs.”
Changmin nodded, eyes a bit wide, but he lay down as instructed.
Jae moved, conscious of doing what he could to keep his body off Changmin’s. If he hadn’t, nothing would have stopped him from taking Changmin right then.
Changmin still looked worried, body tense, so Jaejoong kissed him again, soft, open kisses until Changmin relaxed into the kisses, his legs tightening around Jae’s hips. Jae kissed his skin again, neck, collar bones, shoulders, and then ended back at nipples. With no warning, he sucked one up into his mouth. Changmin cried out. His legs tightened and his hips rose off the bed, bringing their erections into contact and Changmin whimpered, trying for more contact. Jae chuckled and held his hip down.
“Patience. Patience.”
Another needed whimper. “I can’t, hy-hyung, please. I -“
“Alright,” Jae whispered. He trailed fingers down Changmin’s chest, pausing once to flick a nipple. And Changmin gasped.
Jae let his fingers trace closer, over ribs, along his hip bone.
Changmin squirmed. “Hyu-hyung, I, god, hyung, I-”
“Sh, it’s alright, Min. I’m no where near done playing with you.”
Changmin snorted, and then cried out when Jae slid a finger along the length of his cock. A moment later, Jae sucked on a nipple and took Changmin’s cock in his hand. He stroked, slow, all the way up and down. Changmin cried out, body trying to arch up. Jae moaned, pumped faster as Changmin’s cock swelled and twitched in his hand. He looked up just in time to see Changmin’s mouth open in a moan, eyes shut, neck arched.
“Fuck!” Changmin shouted, and came. Jaejoong watched as spurt after spurt landed on Changmin’s stomach and chest.
He only stroked him for a moment longer, and then moved kisses up to his neck again. When he tried for lips, Changmin turned his face away, cheeks red.
“What’s wrong?” Jae whispered, knowing full well what was bothering him.
Changmin didn’t answer, but shut his eyes tightly.
“Why are you embarrassed, Minnie? That was gorgeous. Way better than anything I could imagine by myself.”
“Really?” his voice was quiet, scared.
“Really.” Jae reached up to touch his face, and then stopped, realizing he’d been reaching with the hand covered in come. “Min. Look at me.”
Scared gaze flicked to him. Jae smirked and very slowly, licked the come off his hand, eyes closing pleasure.
“God,” Changmin whispered.
Jae kissed him, and with one hand tried to tug his pants off, finally freeing his cock. “Touch me, God, Min, touch me, now, please.”
“I don’t kno-“
“At this point, Min, all you’re going to have to do is touch me.”
Changmin swallowed, and with a shaking hand, reached between their bodies. His eyes shut when he wrapped fingers around Jae’s cock. Jae groaned, thrusting into his hand.
“More. Fast, quick, Min, please. I can’t … fuck.”
Jae kissed him, hard fast and Changmin’s hand faltered for a moment and then sped back up.
“Feels so good, Min,” Jae whispered, face pressed against his neck, body arched and those long long long long long legs still wrapped around him. He was so close, so close, delirious, barely noticing when Changmin put a hand to his shoulder and pushed up. He went easily, holding himself up with straight arms. The strokes on his cock slowed, and Jae whimpered in disbelief.
A hint of a smirk danced over Changmin’s lips and then he lifted his head, tongue out. Jae had a moment to shiver and then that tongue touched his pierced nipple and he cried out, eyes shut tight, as all the built up pleasure left his body, gray clouded his vision, and he jerked, and exploded, coming hard and painfully. His arms shook and body twitched as Changmin stroked him through his orgasm, mouth still attached to his nipple.
Jae was gasping. God, he hadn’t come that hard in so long. And then he shivered, and took Changmin by the wrist. “Stop, Min, too sensitive.”
Changmin did, with a grin, and then Jae smirked, brought Changmin’s hand up to his mouth and again licked the come from between his fingers.
“I told you there was no reason to be embarrassed, Min,” Jae said, and then sucked a finger into his mouth. “I want you just as much as you want me.”
Changmin blushed and looked away.
“You’re a mess,” Jae said, and then with a devilish grin started licking come off Changmin’s body.
“Hy-hyung, I can just-”
Jae bit him, just next to his belly button and Changmin moaned and watched as Jae’s sinful pink tongue bathed him clean. Changmin’s cock was hard again, hadn’t really gone down at all, and Jae lifted it away from his body and licked the head.
“Fuck!” Changmin shouted again arching his body from the bed.
Jae held his hips down and did it again, sucking in the soft head, and running a firm hand down the rest of him. Tonguing the slit.
“Oh my god, Jaejoong. Please.”
Jae smiled, licking every bit of his cock, stroking him.
Changmin’s legs started to slip from his back. And Jae quickly let go of his cock and grabbed them.
“No. They stay around me,” he said, voice a low moan.
Changmin whimpered, but adjusted so his ankles were crossed at his lower back. Jae sucked his cock back into his mouth. He took as much as he could, pulled back, and then took more. Changmin was groaning, and suddenly hands were fisted in his hair, and Changmin’s hips rose and Jae choked on the first thrust, and then relaxed his throat and let Changmin fuck his face. He kept a hand at the base, Changmin was really too long to comfortably deep throat. His hair was pulled again, and then harder, and Jae moaned as his cock slowly hardened.
“Fuck, Jaejoong, hyung, fuck. I’m-going.”
Jae sucked harder, and Changmin’s cock swelled, filling his throat. Just moments before Changmin came, Jae held his hips to the bed, and then took all of Changmin down his throat, slow, deep, and then again, closing his throat around him as he pulsed, and then Chamgmin came.
“Jaejoong! God, Jae!”
Jae swallowed, throat pumping, tongue lapping at the slit and then quite suddenly Changmin grabbed his arms and pulled him away, pushed him away. Jae landed on his side, and Changmin curled away from him, in a tight ball and covered his face with his hands. His body was shaking.
“Min?” Jae whispered.
Changmin flinched when Jae touched his shoulder, but didn’t pull away. Jae snuggled up behind him, listening to him pant.
After a few minutes, Jae asked, “What’s wrong, Min?”
“We-fuck, hyung, we-“
“You didn’t like it?”
“God, I loved it.” And Changmin whimpered, body still shaking, and then Jae heard the tears in the whimpers.
“Hey, Min, shh, you’re alright, just … calm down for a moment and then tell me what’s wrong, okay?” Jae pressed a kiss to Changmin’s shoulder, and when Changmin flinched again, guilt like Jae had never known filled him. It was like throwing a bucket of ice water on him, passion wilting, fear rising.
Fuck. He’d just gotten off with his brother. His fourteen-year-old brother.
He wanted to crawl into a hole, crawl into a deep deep deep hole and have someone bury him. The only thing that kept him from running away, from crawling away in shame, was Changmin’s death grip on his arms.
Part 5: Kissing away you Tears
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 2: Trying to Hold Back
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits
Rating: eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Damn it.
Warnings: ... um, possible incest and a tiny bit of pedophilia if you really want to think of it that way
Summary: Senior year of high school, Jaejoong's mom gets married. But a new, quiet step-brother isn't going to distract Jaejoong from what's important. Right?
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
“You’re shaking,” Jae whispered. “Why?”
Changmin let out a snort of disbelief, and it made Jae smile.
“You’re a quick learner, Minnie-ah,” Jae whispered, still perilously close to Changmin’s lips. “So if it makes you less nervous, consider this a lesson. Take mental notes. I have been told I’m quite the kisser, so you’re learning from the best.”
“Do you talk this much when you’re with Yoochun?”
Another smile. “Yes, but with Yoochun it’s ‘god, fuck me harder’ and ‘right there, baby’ and-”
Changmin turned pink and dropped his eyes. Before he could lower his head, Jae swooped in and pressed their lips together.
Changmin whimpered.
Jae did nothing more than hold his lips for a few moments, and then pulled away. Changmin sucked in a deep breath.
“You really need to relax,” Jae whispered, pecking his lips between words. “I’m not going to hurt you. And if you feel uncomfortable with anything I do, let me know, and I’ll stop, okay?”
“O-okay.”
Jae kissed him again, more than just a press of lips this time. His arms started to shake, holding himself over Changmin. With one hand clutching Changmin’s neck, Jae sat back. He ended up sitting on Changmin’s knees with Changmin sitting up. Jae added another kiss to the steady line of kisses. Changmin was still dazed, not quite able to follow him, little whimpers escaping his lips. Jae readjusted again. Moving until he was sitting between Changmin’s spread legs, his own hooked over Changmin’s thighs.
He took Changmin’s hands and placed them on his hips.
“I want you to touch me, Min,” Jae said, again without moving his lips away.
Changmin moaned, fingers tightening on Jae’s body. Jae echoed his moan, and Changmin suddenly snapped away, gasping, pulling his hands to himself, and rubbing his arms. Jae sat still, waiting, until Changmin looked up at him, eyes apologetic.
Jae reached up and touched his face. “What’s wrong?”
His cheeks turned a darker shade of pink, but he leaned into Jae’s touch. “You moaned.”
“That’s because it felt good. I want you to touch me,” he repeated.
“Why?”
“Pabo. Because I like you. I’ve been thinking about you touching me for at least a week now.”
“But why? You’re … you’re … you’re perfect, hyung, and I-”
Jae cupped Changmin’s face in his hands. “You’re gorgeous, Minnie.” He kissed him, causing Changmin to let out a startled whimper. “You’re smart.” Kiss. “You’re tall.” Kiss. “Your eyes are entirely too easy to get captivated by.” Kiss. “Fuck, and when you smile, like a real smile, it makes my breath catch.”
“But-”
“God, and your legs, Min, fuck. Wanna know what else I’ve been thinking about for at least a week?”
Without waiting for Changmin to answer, Jaejoong grabbed under Changmin’s knees, lifting his legs enough, and moving his own, until his legs were over Jae’s hips and wrapped around his body. When Changmin tried to move, Jae tightened his hold on Changmin’s upper thighs, holding him, eyes shut head back.
“Please, Changmin, touch me. Fuck please.”
Shaking hands settled back on his hips, and Jae smiled quickly and then leaned forward for another kiss. He demanded more from Changmin this time with open-lip kisses, quick, each one causing Changmin’s hands to shiver on Jae’s hips. Jae slid his arms up Changmin’s to his shoulders, light caresses, firmer touches, until one arm wrapped around this shoulders and the other tangled in his hair. Jae used that one to angle Changmin’s face a bit.
And then he licked Changmin’s upper lip.
Changmin gasped and broke away. To Jae’s surprise, he kept eye contact.
“Too much?” Jae asked.
“No. It j-just startled me.”
Jae grinned and leaned forward, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of Changmin’s neck. He shivered. “The key to kissing is to go slow, never too eager, or too much, until you know how the other kisses.”
Jae kissed him again, tongue gently swiping across his lower lip. Changmin made another delectable noise, and then his lips parted and Jae kissed him again. After the fourth kiss, Changmin’s tongue finally touched his, and Jae whimpered, body melting, hips sliding forward. Changmin tightened his legs around him. They kissed for long minutes. It took all of Jae’s self control not to let his hands wander, or to throw Changmin to the bed and frot against him.
When he finally pulled away, Jae smiled at the slightly dazed look on Changmin’s face.
“Well?” Jae demanded.
Changmin blinked, nodded and then licked his lips. Jae was immediately back at his lips, kissing him quickly, tightening fingers in his hair.
“God, Min.” Kiss. “Do you have any idea.” Kiss. “What licking your lips.” Kiss. “Does to me?”
Changmin moaned.
Only a moment later, Jae decided he could control himself later. He moved his lips down Changmin’s neck. Each kiss, suck and nibble accompanied by a breathy gasp or moan. Jae licked Changmin’s collar bone, across his shoulder. He shifted back, hands now at Changmin’s hips as he trailed kisses along his upper chest to the other shoulder and neck. Changmin moaned, low in his throat, and tilted his head back. Jae covered his skin in kisses, moving lower and lower, until there was no break to the growl coming from Changmin. Jae pressed more, and Changmin’s hands left his hips, landing behind him to hold himself up.
Jae licked down to an already hard nipple. He blew cool air across Changmin’s skin, watching as the nipple jerked, and gooseflesh rose up all over his body.
“Hyung,” Changmin whimpered.
Jae licked a nipple. “Yeah, Min?” He laved attention on the pink bud, nipping, licking, and then finally closing his mouth around it and sucking.
“I-I, god, hyung. Hyung!”
Jae pulled back, words whispering against skin. “Like that.”
“Yes,” it was a gasp, so quiet, so innocent, and Jae’s cock throbbed behind the confines of his sweatpants.
“Lay back,” Jae whispered, pushing him with one hand, “but whatever you do, don’t you dare let go of me with your legs.”
Changmin nodded, eyes a bit wide, but he lay down as instructed.
Jae moved, conscious of doing what he could to keep his body off Changmin’s. If he hadn’t, nothing would have stopped him from taking Changmin right then.
Changmin still looked worried, body tense, so Jaejoong kissed him again, soft, open kisses until Changmin relaxed into the kisses, his legs tightening around Jae’s hips. Jae kissed his skin again, neck, collar bones, shoulders, and then ended back at nipples. With no warning, he sucked one up into his mouth. Changmin cried out. His legs tightened and his hips rose off the bed, bringing their erections into contact and Changmin whimpered, trying for more contact. Jae chuckled and held his hip down.
“Patience. Patience.”
Another needed whimper. “I can’t, hy-hyung, please. I -“
“Alright,” Jae whispered. He trailed fingers down Changmin’s chest, pausing once to flick a nipple. And Changmin gasped.
Jae let his fingers trace closer, over ribs, along his hip bone.
Changmin squirmed. “Hyu-hyung, I, god, hyung, I-”
“Sh, it’s alright, Min. I’m no where near done playing with you.”
Changmin snorted, and then cried out when Jae slid a finger along the length of his cock. A moment later, Jae sucked on a nipple and took Changmin’s cock in his hand. He stroked, slow, all the way up and down. Changmin cried out, body trying to arch up. Jae moaned, pumped faster as Changmin’s cock swelled and twitched in his hand. He looked up just in time to see Changmin’s mouth open in a moan, eyes shut, neck arched.
“Fuck!” Changmin shouted, and came. Jaejoong watched as spurt after spurt landed on Changmin’s stomach and chest.
He only stroked him for a moment longer, and then moved kisses up to his neck again. When he tried for lips, Changmin turned his face away, cheeks red.
“What’s wrong?” Jae whispered, knowing full well what was bothering him.
Changmin didn’t answer, but shut his eyes tightly.
“Why are you embarrassed, Minnie? That was gorgeous. Way better than anything I could imagine by myself.”
“Really?” his voice was quiet, scared.
“Really.” Jae reached up to touch his face, and then stopped, realizing he’d been reaching with the hand covered in come. “Min. Look at me.”
Scared gaze flicked to him. Jae smirked and very slowly, licked the come off his hand, eyes closing pleasure.
“God,” Changmin whispered.
Jae kissed him, and with one hand tried to tug his pants off, finally freeing his cock. “Touch me, God, Min, touch me, now, please.”
“I don’t kno-“
“At this point, Min, all you’re going to have to do is touch me.”
Changmin swallowed, and with a shaking hand, reached between their bodies. His eyes shut when he wrapped fingers around Jae’s cock. Jae groaned, thrusting into his hand.
“More. Fast, quick, Min, please. I can’t … fuck.”
Jae kissed him, hard fast and Changmin’s hand faltered for a moment and then sped back up.
“Feels so good, Min,” Jae whispered, face pressed against his neck, body arched and those long long long long long legs still wrapped around him. He was so close, so close, delirious, barely noticing when Changmin put a hand to his shoulder and pushed up. He went easily, holding himself up with straight arms. The strokes on his cock slowed, and Jae whimpered in disbelief.
A hint of a smirk danced over Changmin’s lips and then he lifted his head, tongue out. Jae had a moment to shiver and then that tongue touched his pierced nipple and he cried out, eyes shut tight, as all the built up pleasure left his body, gray clouded his vision, and he jerked, and exploded, coming hard and painfully. His arms shook and body twitched as Changmin stroked him through his orgasm, mouth still attached to his nipple.
Jae was gasping. God, he hadn’t come that hard in so long. And then he shivered, and took Changmin by the wrist. “Stop, Min, too sensitive.”
Changmin did, with a grin, and then Jae smirked, brought Changmin’s hand up to his mouth and again licked the come from between his fingers.
“I told you there was no reason to be embarrassed, Min,” Jae said, and then sucked a finger into his mouth. “I want you just as much as you want me.”
Changmin blushed and looked away.
“You’re a mess,” Jae said, and then with a devilish grin started licking come off Changmin’s body.
“Hy-hyung, I can just-”
Jae bit him, just next to his belly button and Changmin moaned and watched as Jae’s sinful pink tongue bathed him clean. Changmin’s cock was hard again, hadn’t really gone down at all, and Jae lifted it away from his body and licked the head.
“Fuck!” Changmin shouted again arching his body from the bed.
Jae held his hips down and did it again, sucking in the soft head, and running a firm hand down the rest of him. Tonguing the slit.
“Oh my god, Jaejoong. Please.”
Jae smiled, licking every bit of his cock, stroking him.
Changmin’s legs started to slip from his back. And Jae quickly let go of his cock and grabbed them.
“No. They stay around me,” he said, voice a low moan.
Changmin whimpered, but adjusted so his ankles were crossed at his lower back. Jae sucked his cock back into his mouth. He took as much as he could, pulled back, and then took more. Changmin was groaning, and suddenly hands were fisted in his hair, and Changmin’s hips rose and Jae choked on the first thrust, and then relaxed his throat and let Changmin fuck his face. He kept a hand at the base, Changmin was really too long to comfortably deep throat. His hair was pulled again, and then harder, and Jae moaned as his cock slowly hardened.
“Fuck, Jaejoong, hyung, fuck. I’m-going.”
Jae sucked harder, and Changmin’s cock swelled, filling his throat. Just moments before Changmin came, Jae held his hips to the bed, and then took all of Changmin down his throat, slow, deep, and then again, closing his throat around him as he pulsed, and then Chamgmin came.
“Jaejoong! God, Jae!”
Jae swallowed, throat pumping, tongue lapping at the slit and then quite suddenly Changmin grabbed his arms and pulled him away, pushed him away. Jae landed on his side, and Changmin curled away from him, in a tight ball and covered his face with his hands. His body was shaking.
“Min?” Jae whispered.
Changmin flinched when Jae touched his shoulder, but didn’t pull away. Jae snuggled up behind him, listening to him pant.
After a few minutes, Jae asked, “What’s wrong, Min?”
“We-fuck, hyung, we-“
“You didn’t like it?”
“God, I loved it.” And Changmin whimpered, body still shaking, and then Jae heard the tears in the whimpers.
“Hey, Min, shh, you’re alright, just … calm down for a moment and then tell me what’s wrong, okay?” Jae pressed a kiss to Changmin’s shoulder, and when Changmin flinched again, guilt like Jae had never known filled him. It was like throwing a bucket of ice water on him, passion wilting, fear rising.
Fuck. He’d just gotten off with his brother. His fourteen-year-old brother.
He wanted to crawl into a hole, crawl into a deep deep deep hole and have someone bury him. The only thing that kept him from running away, from crawling away in shame, was Changmin’s death grip on his arms.
Part 5: Kissing away you Tears
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 2: Trying to Hold Back
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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