Smarty Smarty 2/?
Title: Smarty Smarty 2/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Jaejoong (and subsequent combinations), Yunho/Donghae
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd all go to college and major in Sexy.
Summary: Jaejoong misses Yunho so much, but he still has his Yoochun, and they both are facing more challenges than merely trying to turn their roommates gay. Will being in college and away from Yunho tear them apart, or only push them closer?
Warnings: Older Yunho (40 yrs old), Younger Jaejoong (18)
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Naughty Naughty. And because it's a sequel, and the original was dedicated to my loverly Jules (julili) this one will be as well. I love you, my darling. ♥♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to candybow for finding a cool picture to use and to markieyumeutau for actually making the poster. Thank you darlings!!! ♥♥♥
Part 2:
“Here you go, Yunho-shi,” the adorable man behind the counter said and handed Yunho his latte.
Yunho hated that he didn’t know his name, but even after coming to the café every day for the last two weeks just to see his smile, he still couldn’t quite bring himself to ask.
“Thank you.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Of course.”
Yunho headed to the door, not wanting to leave, but feeling guilty for wanting to stay. Jaejoong was still on his mind. The constant thought. The constant presence when Yunho went home, hoping to see him in the living room or the kitchen.
But Jae had been firm. If he was going to college and have some fun with people his age, then Yunho had to as well. Yunho didn’t think the man behind the counter was even close to his age, but he was older than Jaejoong. That had to count for something, right?
He dallied by the trash bin, and then made a quick decision. Someone had left a newspaper on top of it. He grabbed it and settled down at a table, turned in a way that he could spy on the man, but still have it look like he was reading the paper.
The man was attractive, with well muscled arms, and a small waist. He took care of himself, that much Yunho could tell. His skin was almost flawless (but Yunho was biased and compared it to Jaejoong’s skin). He spoke with an accent that pegged him as from southern coast. It was really cute. He was wearing ripped up jeans and a tight black t-shirt (god, his arms‼!).
Their eyes met and Yunho fought the blush down.
God, you are not a teenager. Damn it.
Yunho smiled, and the man smiled back, and then someone shouted a name and the man jumped and headed to the back, and Yunho kicked himself because he’d been too focused on that amazing smile to hear the name that had been called.
Yunho finished his coffee and wondered if he should wait for the man to reappear, but decided that was borderline stalker-ish. He’d just come back the next day.
~+~+~+~
This whole ‘convince Changmin to be gay’ thing was really just a distraction from his homework. It was only two weeks into the term and Jae already wanted to quit. He wouldn’t though. He had two classes with Changmin, Musical Theory (bull shit) and Choir. There was no way he was letting that kid beat him at anything.
Rhythm, harmony, structure, form.
With vocabulary words like that, the only thing Jaejoong could concentrate on was sex.
Jae swiveled the chair from the desk. It hit Yoochun’s bed and Jae fell onto the mattress with a groan.
Changmin looked up from his textbook, and smirked. “Giving up already?”
“God, when all I can think about is sexual theory, there’s no point in looking at a book.” Jae grabbed his crotch. He was half hard already.
Changmin scoffed and looked back at his book. “What are you talking about?”
“The words, Minnie, the words.”
“Don’t call me that,” he muttered, knowing Jae would anyway.
“Rhythm, steady, slow, quick. And harmony, fuck, voices and cries and moans blending. Music is like sex, Changmin”
“Is that why you like it so much?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Yes, and that’s why I’m so good at it.”
“Music or sex?”
“Both. You’d be better at music if you understood sex, Changmin.”
“I understand sex just fine, hyung, thank you.”
“No, you don’t. You understand what you’ve read.”
Changmin looked up. “I’m not a virgin, hyung.”
“Too bad. I’d have loved for you to lose yourself for the first time in my ass.” Jae sat up and his eyes glinted. “But I bet you’ve never had a cock in your ass. I’d love to see what kind of music I could pull from your throat with my dick in your ass.”
Jae watched Changmin’s face for any kind of response, but got none. Damn this kid was stubborn.
He flung himself on the bed with an exasperated breath. “Who am I kidding? You’d never let me do that.”
“What? You don’t think I’d bottom?” Changmin asked.
Jae smirked. “No.”
Changmin frowned. “Why? Do you think I’m too scared to have some guy shove his cock in my ass?”
“No. It’s just that if you were gay, everyone is going to think you’re a top. You’re tall, handsome, strong.”
“That’s kind of stereotypical, though, isn’t it? To automatically assume something like that? Putting a label on me.”
Jae shrugged. “Maybe, but it’s true.”
“What do they think about you?”
Jae arched a single eyebrow. “Are you kidding?”
Changmin smirked. “Right.”
“Minnie, baby, I am a cock whore. I love having a cock in my ass, and every gay guy I meet knows it. Or in my mouth. God, I need to give someone a blowjob. Can I give you a blow job?”
“Um, no.”
“Fine. Whatever. But if you change your mind, let me know, okay, because baby, if you’d let me, I would totally be your whore.”
The door suddenly opened, and Yoochun walked in, smiling when he saw Jaejoong sitting on his bed.
“God, thank god, Yoochun.” Jae reached over and grabbed him by the top of his jeans. He started undoing his pants.
“Jae-fuck-what the-“
“I need a cock in my throat and Minnie won’t let me suck on his.”
Yoochun hissed when Jae’s hand yanked his cock out of his pants. And then he smiled over at a slightly, wide-eyed Changmin. “You should let him,” Yoochun said, eyes shutting as Jae’s warm mouth covered his quickly hardening cock. “He’s fantastic at it.”
Changmin watched a bit longer at Yoochun’s cock disappearing in Jae’s mouth over and over. But then Jae opened his eyes, met his, and Changmin stood up
“I’m … um, I’m just going to leave you two alone,” he said and bolted from the room.
Yoochun laughed when the door slammed. “What was that about?”
“Talking gay talk. Told him I’d be a whore for his cock if he’d let me.”
“Think he will.”
Jae nodded. “Oh, yeah.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Because you always get what you want.”
“Are you saying you don’t want this?” Jae asked and shoved his mouth over Yoochun’s cock again.
Yoochun sighed, hands tangling in Jae’s hair. “I think you sing so well because of all the come that has absorbed into your vocal cords over the years.”
Jae burst out laughing, falling onto Yoochun’s bed, in a fit of laughter. “Chunnie, you ass!”
Yoochun crawled over him, cock hard and sticking out of his jeans. “Little Christian, religious, annoying boy still won’t let me touch him,” Yoochun said. “Maybe you should go for him for a little while, let me handle Changmin.” Yoochun unbuttoned Jae’s jeans.
“No way. I want sex this week; not in three months.”
Jae lifted up and let Yoochun pull his pants off. “Don’t you have class soon?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“So we better be quick.”
Yoochun stripped his clothes from his body.
Jae reached for his hips. “God, Yoochun, you’re gorgeous. Why do we even need anyone else?”
Yoochun smirked. “Because of the challenge.”
“Right.”
Yoochun grabbed lube from his dresser and then climbed back to the bed. He slicked his cock up and then his fingers. Jae grabbed behind his knees and spread himself open. Yoochun pushed two fingers into him at once.
“Gosh, I want Changmin to do this to me,” Jae moaned.
Yoochun laughed. “One day.”
“Or Junsu, fuck, their innocence is just begging to be stripped away.”
“Poor things,” Yoochun said. “With you in their sights, they don’t stand a chance.”
“I’m losing my touch though,” Jae said. “It’s been two weeks, and I haven’t even kissed Changmin yet.”
“He’ll cave. They always do.”
Jae smiled and then his eyes shut with a moan as Yoochun pushed his cock into Jae’s body. Yoochun settled over him, slowly thrusting, as they adjusted for comfort. Their lips pressed together, and then Yoochun moved, fast and quickly. They only had a few minutes.
Jae’s phone rang. ♪♪ I wanna fuck you like an animal ♪♪
Jae whimpered. “Grab it, babe. It’s Yunho.”
Yoochun sighed, but reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed Jae’s jeans and took the phone from his pocket.
“Hello,” Yoochun said.
“Yoochun? What’s up?”
“Fucking Jaejoong at the moment.”
“Really? God, I hate you.”
Yoochun laughed. “Hang on, hyung.” Yoochun messed with the picture settings on the phone, and then took a picture of his cock half buried in Jae’s body and sent it to Yunho. And then he handed the phone to Jaejoong.
“Yunnie?” Jae said.
“Fuck. Jae.”
Yoochun fucked him harder.
Jae moaned. “Our roommates are still stubbornly straight.”
“And you get to fuck each other instead? You poor things.”
“Shut up. Changmin is hot. He’s seventeen though, too old for you.”
“Fuck off.”
“So what’s up?”
“You want to chat while Yoochun fucks you?”
“Yes. Not as good as having you with us, but I’ll make due and put you on speaker.”
Jae did, despite Yunho’s sudden protests, and he set the phone on his stomach, and started stroking his cock.
“You’re going to come all over your phone,” Yoochun said.
“This is torture for me, Jaejoong, listening to you two pant and moan.”
“Then hang up,” Jae said.
Yunho chuckled. “I’d rather straddle your face and fuck your throat.”
Jae whimpered. “Please, please. Come and visit. I miss your body.”
“Is that all?”
“At this moment, yes. I love it when you and Yoochun are both fucking me at once.”
“With your hands tied above your head.”
It made Jaejoong whimper.
“A gag in your mouth.”
“Fuck,” Yoochun said, “Stroke faster. I don’t have time, remember?”
Jae moaned as he sped up his hand, in time to Yoochun’s thrusts. His thoughts danced from Yoochun to Changmin, but settled on Yunho, the way he looked above him, below him, skin sweaty, muscles tight. He felt tears well in his eyes, and tried to shut them out, but only managed to let them fall down his face. He came with a cry that was more heartache than pleasure.
Harsh breath landed on his cheek.
“Are you alright?”
Jae shook his head.
“Do you want me to ditch class?”
“No. You need to go. Did I come on my phone?”
“No. I moved it.” Yoochun kissed the tear tracks on his face. “Love you.”
“Love you,” Jae said and his voice hitched.
”You two pass out on me?”
Yoochun smiled. He lifted himself up and away from Jaejoong. His cock slipped from Jae’s hole, white with come. Jae had no idea when Yoochun had come. Yoochun wiped himself clean with a shirt.
“Chunnie, that’s Changmin’s shirt.”
Yoochun glared. “If he doesn’t want me to use his clothes to wipe off my come, then he can damn well learn to pick up after himself.”
Yoochun tossed the shirt to Jaejoong. Jae cleaned himself up and then curled up under Yoochun’s blankets, his phone by his ear.
Yunho was panting.
“Are you jerking off?” Jae asked.
“After that little show, yes, I am.”
“Hmm, god, I love watching you stroke yourself. Your hand moving over the skin and spreading precome over the head of your cock. The best though, is when I’m tied up, and you won’t let me suck on you. All I can think about is having your cock in my mouth.”
”Fuck.”
“Licking at the head and wrapping my tongue around the base before taking you down.”
”Jae, god, please.
Jae heard the hitch in his voice, the change of breathing, and knew Yunho was almost done. “Feeling the press of you cock on the back of my throat. But instead of letting me suck on you, you just run the tip over my lips, covering them with precome and still jerking until you order me to open my mouth. Come on my face, Yunho, let me taste you, please.”
”Jae. Fuck.
There was a whoosh of breath, a moan and then silence.
Jae’s phone beeped with a picture message. He put the phone on speaker and then went to his inbox. The picture loaded, and Jae groaned. Yunho’s body, his cock hard. Covered in come.
”I want you to lick me clean.
“God, I want me to lick you clean, too.”
Yoochun was suddenly there, looking at the picture. “Gorgeous, Yunho hyung.”
”So are you two.”
Yoochun kissed Jaejoong. “I have to go. I’m going to be late for class. You’ll be okay?”
“Yeah. I love you, Chunnie.”
“Love you, Joongie.”
”Love you both.”
Yoochun left the room. Jae snuggled deeper into the blankets, listening to Yunho breathe.
”Do you have class today?”
“In a little while.”
”You sound tired.”
“Orgasm sleepiness.”
“Ah. I’ll let you sleep then. Call me after your nap.”
“M’kay.”
“I love you, Jae.”
“Love you, Yunnie. Come visit me soon.”
"I will."
~+~+~+~
Yunho hung up the phone.
Coward. That’s what he was.
Then again, it wasn’t really his fault that the conversation turned the way it had. He meant to tell Jaejoong about Donghae.
But Yunho had heard the anguish in Jae’s moans when he came. He didn’t want to add to it. Telling Jaejoong about another man would definitely do that.
Yunho sighed and sat up. He needed a shower before his date with Donghae.
Part 3: moving forward
Part 1: In the Dorm Room
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Jaejoong (and subsequent combinations), Yunho/Donghae
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd all go to college and major in Sexy.
Summary: Jaejoong misses Yunho so much, but he still has his Yoochun, and they both are facing more challenges than merely trying to turn their roommates gay. Will being in college and away from Yunho tear them apart, or only push them closer?
Warnings: Older Yunho (40 yrs old), Younger Jaejoong (18)
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Naughty Naughty. And because it's a sequel, and the original was dedicated to my loverly Jules (julili) this one will be as well. I love you, my darling. ♥♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to candybow for finding a cool picture to use and to markieyumeutau for actually making the poster. Thank you darlings!!! ♥♥♥
Part 2:
“Here you go, Yunho-shi,” the adorable man behind the counter said and handed Yunho his latte.
Yunho hated that he didn’t know his name, but even after coming to the café every day for the last two weeks just to see his smile, he still couldn’t quite bring himself to ask.
“Thank you.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Of course.”
Yunho headed to the door, not wanting to leave, but feeling guilty for wanting to stay. Jaejoong was still on his mind. The constant thought. The constant presence when Yunho went home, hoping to see him in the living room or the kitchen.
But Jae had been firm. If he was going to college and have some fun with people his age, then Yunho had to as well. Yunho didn’t think the man behind the counter was even close to his age, but he was older than Jaejoong. That had to count for something, right?
He dallied by the trash bin, and then made a quick decision. Someone had left a newspaper on top of it. He grabbed it and settled down at a table, turned in a way that he could spy on the man, but still have it look like he was reading the paper.
The man was attractive, with well muscled arms, and a small waist. He took care of himself, that much Yunho could tell. His skin was almost flawless (but Yunho was biased and compared it to Jaejoong’s skin). He spoke with an accent that pegged him as from southern coast. It was really cute. He was wearing ripped up jeans and a tight black t-shirt (god, his arms‼!).
Their eyes met and Yunho fought the blush down.
God, you are not a teenager. Damn it.
Yunho smiled, and the man smiled back, and then someone shouted a name and the man jumped and headed to the back, and Yunho kicked himself because he’d been too focused on that amazing smile to hear the name that had been called.
Yunho finished his coffee and wondered if he should wait for the man to reappear, but decided that was borderline stalker-ish. He’d just come back the next day.
~+~+~+~
This whole ‘convince Changmin to be gay’ thing was really just a distraction from his homework. It was only two weeks into the term and Jae already wanted to quit. He wouldn’t though. He had two classes with Changmin, Musical Theory (bull shit) and Choir. There was no way he was letting that kid beat him at anything.
Rhythm, harmony, structure, form.
With vocabulary words like that, the only thing Jaejoong could concentrate on was sex.
Jae swiveled the chair from the desk. It hit Yoochun’s bed and Jae fell onto the mattress with a groan.
Changmin looked up from his textbook, and smirked. “Giving up already?”
“God, when all I can think about is sexual theory, there’s no point in looking at a book.” Jae grabbed his crotch. He was half hard already.
Changmin scoffed and looked back at his book. “What are you talking about?”
“The words, Minnie, the words.”
“Don’t call me that,” he muttered, knowing Jae would anyway.
“Rhythm, steady, slow, quick. And harmony, fuck, voices and cries and moans blending. Music is like sex, Changmin”
“Is that why you like it so much?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Yes, and that’s why I’m so good at it.”
“Music or sex?”
“Both. You’d be better at music if you understood sex, Changmin.”
“I understand sex just fine, hyung, thank you.”
“No, you don’t. You understand what you’ve read.”
Changmin looked up. “I’m not a virgin, hyung.”
“Too bad. I’d have loved for you to lose yourself for the first time in my ass.” Jae sat up and his eyes glinted. “But I bet you’ve never had a cock in your ass. I’d love to see what kind of music I could pull from your throat with my dick in your ass.”
Jae watched Changmin’s face for any kind of response, but got none. Damn this kid was stubborn.
He flung himself on the bed with an exasperated breath. “Who am I kidding? You’d never let me do that.”
“What? You don’t think I’d bottom?” Changmin asked.
Jae smirked. “No.”
Changmin frowned. “Why? Do you think I’m too scared to have some guy shove his cock in my ass?”
“No. It’s just that if you were gay, everyone is going to think you’re a top. You’re tall, handsome, strong.”
“That’s kind of stereotypical, though, isn’t it? To automatically assume something like that? Putting a label on me.”
Jae shrugged. “Maybe, but it’s true.”
“What do they think about you?”
Jae arched a single eyebrow. “Are you kidding?”
Changmin smirked. “Right.”
“Minnie, baby, I am a cock whore. I love having a cock in my ass, and every gay guy I meet knows it. Or in my mouth. God, I need to give someone a blowjob. Can I give you a blow job?”
“Um, no.”
“Fine. Whatever. But if you change your mind, let me know, okay, because baby, if you’d let me, I would totally be your whore.”
The door suddenly opened, and Yoochun walked in, smiling when he saw Jaejoong sitting on his bed.
“God, thank god, Yoochun.” Jae reached over and grabbed him by the top of his jeans. He started undoing his pants.
“Jae-fuck-what the-“
“I need a cock in my throat and Minnie won’t let me suck on his.”
Yoochun hissed when Jae’s hand yanked his cock out of his pants. And then he smiled over at a slightly, wide-eyed Changmin. “You should let him,” Yoochun said, eyes shutting as Jae’s warm mouth covered his quickly hardening cock. “He’s fantastic at it.”
Changmin watched a bit longer at Yoochun’s cock disappearing in Jae’s mouth over and over. But then Jae opened his eyes, met his, and Changmin stood up
“I’m … um, I’m just going to leave you two alone,” he said and bolted from the room.
Yoochun laughed when the door slammed. “What was that about?”
“Talking gay talk. Told him I’d be a whore for his cock if he’d let me.”
“Think he will.”
Jae nodded. “Oh, yeah.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Because you always get what you want.”
“Are you saying you don’t want this?” Jae asked and shoved his mouth over Yoochun’s cock again.
Yoochun sighed, hands tangling in Jae’s hair. “I think you sing so well because of all the come that has absorbed into your vocal cords over the years.”
Jae burst out laughing, falling onto Yoochun’s bed, in a fit of laughter. “Chunnie, you ass!”
Yoochun crawled over him, cock hard and sticking out of his jeans. “Little Christian, religious, annoying boy still won’t let me touch him,” Yoochun said. “Maybe you should go for him for a little while, let me handle Changmin.” Yoochun unbuttoned Jae’s jeans.
“No way. I want sex this week; not in three months.”
Jae lifted up and let Yoochun pull his pants off. “Don’t you have class soon?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“So we better be quick.”
Yoochun stripped his clothes from his body.
Jae reached for his hips. “God, Yoochun, you’re gorgeous. Why do we even need anyone else?”
Yoochun smirked. “Because of the challenge.”
“Right.”
Yoochun grabbed lube from his dresser and then climbed back to the bed. He slicked his cock up and then his fingers. Jae grabbed behind his knees and spread himself open. Yoochun pushed two fingers into him at once.
“Gosh, I want Changmin to do this to me,” Jae moaned.
Yoochun laughed. “One day.”
“Or Junsu, fuck, their innocence is just begging to be stripped away.”
“Poor things,” Yoochun said. “With you in their sights, they don’t stand a chance.”
“I’m losing my touch though,” Jae said. “It’s been two weeks, and I haven’t even kissed Changmin yet.”
“He’ll cave. They always do.”
Jae smiled and then his eyes shut with a moan as Yoochun pushed his cock into Jae’s body. Yoochun settled over him, slowly thrusting, as they adjusted for comfort. Their lips pressed together, and then Yoochun moved, fast and quickly. They only had a few minutes.
Jae’s phone rang. ♪♪ I wanna fuck you like an animal ♪♪
Jae whimpered. “Grab it, babe. It’s Yunho.”
Yoochun sighed, but reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed Jae’s jeans and took the phone from his pocket.
“Hello,” Yoochun said.
“Yoochun? What’s up?”
“Fucking Jaejoong at the moment.”
“Really? God, I hate you.”
Yoochun laughed. “Hang on, hyung.” Yoochun messed with the picture settings on the phone, and then took a picture of his cock half buried in Jae’s body and sent it to Yunho. And then he handed the phone to Jaejoong.
“Yunnie?” Jae said.
“Fuck. Jae.”
Yoochun fucked him harder.
Jae moaned. “Our roommates are still stubbornly straight.”
“And you get to fuck each other instead? You poor things.”
“Shut up. Changmin is hot. He’s seventeen though, too old for you.”
“Fuck off.”
“So what’s up?”
“You want to chat while Yoochun fucks you?”
“Yes. Not as good as having you with us, but I’ll make due and put you on speaker.”
Jae did, despite Yunho’s sudden protests, and he set the phone on his stomach, and started stroking his cock.
“You’re going to come all over your phone,” Yoochun said.
“This is torture for me, Jaejoong, listening to you two pant and moan.”
“Then hang up,” Jae said.
Yunho chuckled. “I’d rather straddle your face and fuck your throat.”
Jae whimpered. “Please, please. Come and visit. I miss your body.”
“Is that all?”
“At this moment, yes. I love it when you and Yoochun are both fucking me at once.”
“With your hands tied above your head.”
It made Jaejoong whimper.
“A gag in your mouth.”
“Fuck,” Yoochun said, “Stroke faster. I don’t have time, remember?”
Jae moaned as he sped up his hand, in time to Yoochun’s thrusts. His thoughts danced from Yoochun to Changmin, but settled on Yunho, the way he looked above him, below him, skin sweaty, muscles tight. He felt tears well in his eyes, and tried to shut them out, but only managed to let them fall down his face. He came with a cry that was more heartache than pleasure.
Harsh breath landed on his cheek.
“Are you alright?”
Jae shook his head.
“Do you want me to ditch class?”
“No. You need to go. Did I come on my phone?”
“No. I moved it.” Yoochun kissed the tear tracks on his face. “Love you.”
“Love you,” Jae said and his voice hitched.
”You two pass out on me?”
Yoochun smiled. He lifted himself up and away from Jaejoong. His cock slipped from Jae’s hole, white with come. Jae had no idea when Yoochun had come. Yoochun wiped himself clean with a shirt.
“Chunnie, that’s Changmin’s shirt.”
Yoochun glared. “If he doesn’t want me to use his clothes to wipe off my come, then he can damn well learn to pick up after himself.”
Yoochun tossed the shirt to Jaejoong. Jae cleaned himself up and then curled up under Yoochun’s blankets, his phone by his ear.
Yunho was panting.
“Are you jerking off?” Jae asked.
“After that little show, yes, I am.”
“Hmm, god, I love watching you stroke yourself. Your hand moving over the skin and spreading precome over the head of your cock. The best though, is when I’m tied up, and you won’t let me suck on you. All I can think about is having your cock in my mouth.”
”Fuck.”
“Licking at the head and wrapping my tongue around the base before taking you down.”
”Jae, god, please.
Jae heard the hitch in his voice, the change of breathing, and knew Yunho was almost done. “Feeling the press of you cock on the back of my throat. But instead of letting me suck on you, you just run the tip over my lips, covering them with precome and still jerking until you order me to open my mouth. Come on my face, Yunho, let me taste you, please.”
”Jae. Fuck.
There was a whoosh of breath, a moan and then silence.
Jae’s phone beeped with a picture message. He put the phone on speaker and then went to his inbox. The picture loaded, and Jae groaned. Yunho’s body, his cock hard. Covered in come.
”I want you to lick me clean.
“God, I want me to lick you clean, too.”
Yoochun was suddenly there, looking at the picture. “Gorgeous, Yunho hyung.”
”So are you two.”
Yoochun kissed Jaejoong. “I have to go. I’m going to be late for class. You’ll be okay?”
“Yeah. I love you, Chunnie.”
“Love you, Joongie.”
”Love you both.”
Yoochun left the room. Jae snuggled deeper into the blankets, listening to Yunho breathe.
”Do you have class today?”
“In a little while.”
”You sound tired.”
“Orgasm sleepiness.”
“Ah. I’ll let you sleep then. Call me after your nap.”
“M’kay.”
“I love you, Jae.”
“Love you, Yunnie. Come visit me soon.”
"I will."
~+~+~+~
Yunho hung up the phone.
Coward. That’s what he was.
Then again, it wasn’t really his fault that the conversation turned the way it had. He meant to tell Jaejoong about Donghae.
But Yunho had heard the anguish in Jae’s moans when he came. He didn’t want to add to it. Telling Jaejoong about another man would definitely do that.
Yunho sighed and sat up. He needed a shower before his date with Donghae.
Part 3: moving forward
Part 1: In the Dorm Room
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