Smarty Smarty 7/?
Title: Smarty Smarty 7/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Jaejoong (and subsequent combinations), Yunho/Donghae, Heechul/Yoochun
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: Hey all! Yes two updates in one day but that's because I won't be around to update tomorrow, and Sunday and Monday are going to be homework days. Well, you know me. I'll probably update on Monday or something, so yeah. Anyway, I also have this rule that I have to reply to previous comments before posting something new, but I'm sleepy and I don't want to, but I will reply to your comments on part six sometime soon. I love you all! ♥♥♥♥♥
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 7:
Yoochun panted, blinking his eyes against the blur of pleasure still zinging through him. Heechul’s face appeared in his vision.
“You still with me, little bitch?”
Yoochun nodded, moaning as Heechul shifted inside him. “Barely.”
A smirk. “Should give you more then. You want more?”
“Always.”
Yoochun moaned and his thighs tightened when two fingers pressed into his body along with Heechul’s cock.
“Is that enough?” Heechul asked as he pumped the fingers in and out of Yoochun.
“No, fuck, no.”
Something thicker than fingers pressed in next to Heechul’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” Yoochun said with a groan as the world around him swirled.
“Better?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
Heechul moved the vibrator in shallow thrusts, waiting until both his cock and the toy were deep inside Yoochun before flipping it on.
Yoochun practically screamed as the vibrations trailed along his skin.
“Definitely feels good,” Heechul muttered. He kept the toy still and started thrusting into Yoochun’s body. “Stroke your cock, darling.”
“I-fuck, don’t think I-fuck, can. Fuck!”
Heechul stopped until Yoochun whimpered and wrapped a shaking hand around his own cock.
“You don’t have enough come on or in your body,” Heechul whispered. “It needs more.”
“Give me more, fuck, please.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Heechul slammed into him, using both the toy and his cock to stretch Yoochun’s body almost to its limits. Yoochun knew he was practically screaming with every thrust, but as he came closer and closer to yet another orgasm, he didn’t care.
“Fuck, Heechul. I’m …”
“Come all over your body,” Heechul whispered.
And he said it like Yoochun had a choice, and the thought was almost enough to stop it, but his orgasm crashed through him and he added to the mess on his stomach.
Heechul came shortly after, and in a bit more control of himself, only letting a ragged groan escape his mouth. After a moment of recovery, Heechul pulled the vibrator from Yoochun’s body and pressed it against his lips. Yoochun moaned as the vibrations traveled along his lips and throat as he licked the toy clean.
“Darling, that was-”
The door slammed open, and Changmin stalked in. He ignored the two naked men in the room and went right to his bed, curling up in a little ball. Yoochun and Heechul met each others’ eyes, and Yoochun shrugged.
A moment later there was a nervous cough and Junsu hovered in the doorway, cheeks bright red, and not looking at either of them.
“What’s up, Su?” Heechul asked.
“Someone named Yunho came over.”
Yoochun sat up quickly, wincing as Heechul slid out of him. “Yunho’s here ? Fuck, no way!”
Heechul frowned. “Who’s Yunho?”
“Practically Jaejoong’s other half,” Yoochun answered. He grabbed a towel and cleaned the come off his stomach.
Heechul shot a glance at Changmin’s shaking body. “And you’re running to him why?”
Yoochun smirked. “Because I get to share.” He pulled on a pair of sweat pants, and swooped in to kiss Heechul quickly. “Thank you, dearest god. Worshiping you is always a pleasure.”
Heechul laughed.
Yoochun left the room.
Heechul looked at Changmin again, and then at Junsu, still red, still by the door, still not looking at him. He stretched, smirking, and said, “You boys gay yet?”
~+~+~+~
Yunho shut his eyes, arms around Jae’s waist and held him close, three weeks of wanting his body manifesting in his pants. He took a steadying breath against the lust running through him.
“Hey, Jae,” Yunho whispered as he tried to pry Jae off him. “Let me go.”
Jae shook his head. “I am never letting you go again. Ever.”
“At least introduce me to your friends.”
“Tall one Changmin. Short one Junsu.”
Yunho met Changmin’s eyes first. The kid was scowling, and his lips were red, like he’d just been kissed. Yunho tried not to think about that. Junsu bowed and greeted him formally.
“I’m assuming you’re Yunho,” Changmin said.
“Yes,” Yunho said carefully, noting the distrust and hurt and anger in his eyes.
Changmin scoffed. “Please excuse me,” he said, voice hitching. “I see I am no longer needed here.”
He brushed by them, and Jae tensed in Yunho’s arms.
“Um, Jaejoong?” Junsu said very carefully. “I … I’m going to go with Changmin.”
Junsu gathered a few books and with a curious glance at them, he left the room, too.
Yunho was going to get an explanation out of Jae about this, but definitely later. With soft fingers on Jae’s cheek, he tilted Jae’s head until he could press his lips against his.
Jae whimpered, his hold tightening, and moved back. Yunho went with him, breath leaving him in a whoosh as they fell to the bed.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Yunho whispered, attacking Jae’s lips again. Jae whined and lifted his hips, slamming their crotches together. Yunho inhaled sharply. He grabbed Jae’s hips and yanked him further up on the bed, lips falling on his collar bone and neck. Jae whined again, hands unbuttoning Yunho’s jeans.
“Take me, fuck, take me now, please, god please,” Jae whispered, needy, and stroked Yunho’s cock roughly.
Yunho growled, and with too much force, flipped Jaejoong over. The sweatpants ripped as Yunho tore them off. He lowered his face to Jae’s ass only long enough to coat his hole in spit, and then he did the same to his cock, stroking twice. He gripped Jae’s ass, spreading him open and thrust into Jae’s body.
Jae screamed, arching his upper body off the bed, jerking his hips back, trying to meet Yunho’s thrusts.
It wasn’t the way Yunho had thought of their reunion, but it was good enough. Yunho was already too close to coming, too close because it’d been three weeks since he had fucked Jaejoong. Three long weeks, three weeks too long. Yunho bent over him, bit down on Jae’s shoulder and came.
Jae whimpered, shaking.
Yunho wrapped a protective arm around Jae’s chest. He lifted him up, sitting back on his feet in the same movement, until they ended up chest to back. Jae’s arms wrapped around his neck. Their lips pressed together between deeps gasps. Yunho held Jae firmly with one arm, and took Jae’s cock in his hand. He stroked slowly. Jae moaned, shifting his hips so Yunho moved inside him.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Yunho whispered.
Jae opened his mouth to say something, but shook his head and shut his eyes and leaned his head against Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho didn’t know how long they stayed that way, lips connected, breaths mingling.
The door opened.
“Yunho.”
Yunho broke from Jae’s lips and smiled at Yoochun. “Hey.”
Yoochun climbed on the bed and, kneeling, found his spot next to Yunho. Their lips met.
“Looks like I missed round one,” Yoochun said.
Yunho grinned. “Just my round one.”
“Can’t keep it up, old man?”
“Shut up. It’s been three weeks. How are you?” Yunho asked. He wrapped his arm around Yoochun’s back.
Yoochun grinned. “Okay, I guess.”
“Someone’s been sucking on you,” Yunho said and licked a hicky on his neck. “And fucking you. You smell like sex worse than we do.”
Yoochun laughed. “Heechul.”
“The RA?”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. You should see him. He’s almost prettier than Jaejoong, unless you’re talking to him, then he is prettier than Jaejoong.”
“No one is prettier than Jaejoong,” Yunho said and kissed Jae’s lips again. Yoochun joined a moment later, tongue twisting into mouths.
Yunho sped up his strokes on Jae’s cock. Yoochun moved his lips to Jae’s body. With a bit of twisting and maneuvering, they managed to get Jaejoong’s shirt off. With Yunho’s hand on his cock and Yoochun’s lips on his nipples, it didn’t take much longer for Jaejoong to come.
Jae was crying and shuddering and breathing deeply.
Yunho covered his lips. “I love you,” he whispered.
“Don’t say that,” Jae gasped. “Please don’t say that.”
“Why?”
Jae’s crying intensified and he moved, away from Yunho and into Yoochun’s arms. But Yunho was still buried deep inside him.
“Tell him not to say that, Chunnie, please.”
Yoochun held him and kissed his head. “It will still be true, even if he doesn’t say it.”
“I don’t want it to be true.”
“Why not?”
“Because it hurts too much.”
“Jae,” Yunho whispered, and Jae ignored him, holding onto Yoochun until his tears stopped. Yoochun shifted them, pulling Jae completely away from Yunho’s body.
Yunho sighed as they curled around each other. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come,” he muttered.
“I thought you were going on a date tonight,” Yoochun said.
“It's tomorrow night, but I called and canceled.” Yunho ran his hand up and down Jae’s side.
Jae shivered.
“Please talk to me, Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered. “Please.”
Jae shook his head, burying deeper into Yoochun.
“I’ve missed you so much, Jaejoong. I can’t sleep, and nothing I cook tastes even close to what you can make. I miss your warmth and your smiles and-”
“Then why did you make me leave?” Jae whispered.
Yunho sighed.
“Please don’t say it’s for my own good, please. I’m so tired of you saying that.”
“I know.”
“Jae-love,” Yoochun whispered. “What’s wrong?”
“Changmin doesn’t want me and Yunho’s being selfish and you didn’t come to lunch and if you had said you needed someone to fuck your thoughts away, I would have done it for you, but you went to Heechul instead and why did you go to Heechul? I needed you so much.”
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun said and kissed his forehead, “but I was upset with you because you were being nice to Junsu.”
Jae sniffled and then smiled a bit.
“What?” Yoochun asked.
“He watched Changmin and me kiss. And not just a-”
“You kissed Changmin!” Yoochun almost shouted.
“Yeah. Yesterday and today. But just a little bit. I don’t think he really wants to though. Sort of conned him into it both times a bit. You shouldn’t hate Junsu. He’s really trying to be nicer.”
Yoochun scoffed. He met Yunho’s eyes. “I’m going to leave you two alone. You really need to talk to each other.”
Jae clung to Yoochun, but Yoochun kissed him and pried his hands away. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you today, and I promise that when I need sex to take my mind off of things, I will come to you first, but we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”
Jae shot a look at Yunho and then nodded. “Kiss me.”
“Whenever you want,” Yoochun said and leaned down to press a chaste kiss to Jaejoong’s lips. “I’ll send Junsu over to get his night things, but I’ll make sure he stays in my room, even if I can’t stand the bastard.”
“Thanks, Chunnie.”
“Anything for you. I love you.”
“I love you.”
Yoochun gave him one more kiss and then hugged Yunho. “Be nice to him. Hold him. He needs to know you love him less, and he needs to know you’ll always be here more.”
Yunho tightened his hold on Yoochun and whispered back, “You know I love you, too, right?”
“But in a different way.”
“Yes.” Yoochun kissed him, leaving him breathless. “I’ll probably see you in the morning.”
“Probably.”
After a soft touch of fingers on Jaejoong’s cheek, Yoochun left.
~+~+~+~
Junsu tried very hard to concentrate on his homework. But the words on the page just ended up looking like Jaejoong and Changmin kissing, and the fleeting image of Heechul naked invaded his brain when he closed his eyes.
Changmin hadn’t moved from the bed, but he’d stopped shaking, and his breathing had steadied. Junsu doubted he was asleep though.
“Changmin?”
“What?”
“What’s it like?”
“What’s what like?”
“Kissing.”
Changmin scoffed and rolled onto his back. “That depends. Sometimes it’s the greatest feeling in the world, and sometimes it rips your heart out.”
“How many people have you kissed?”
“Four.”
“Is that a lot?”
“Not compared to some. For you, yes, it’s probably a lot.”
“Do you really like Jaejoong then?”
“I don’t know. It’s confusing. I do, but so what? With his insane life, I just don’t want to get involved.”
“Why?”
Changmin looked over at him.
“I’m assuming you know who Yunho is?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And it’s Jaejoong’s secret, not mine.”
“Oh. He seems … older.”
“Again. Jaejoong’s secret.”
“Well … I’ve been thinking today.”
“And what?”
“I think I want to kiss someone. See what it’s like.”
“Go find a girl to kiss you then. You’re attractive, Junsu. I’m sure there’s a girl here that would kiss you.”
Junsu blushed and looked at his hands. “Girls are …”
“If you say scary, I’m going to laugh at you.”
“Intimidating.”
Changmin chuckled. “Same thing. So you want to kiss a boy?”
Junsu made a face. “No.”
“Jaejoong won’t mind. He’s pretty enough to be a girl.”
“God, no. If I kissed a boy, it wouldn’t be him.”
Changmin’s eyebrows rose. “Did you just say ‘if you kissed a boy’? What’s with the if?”
Junsu’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and he shrugged. “I don’t know. You guys seem to like it.”
“Wow. Churchy boy. Preacher kid. What the hell?”
“I told you. I’ve been thinking.”
“And suddenly you want to kiss a boy? How is that thinking?”
Junsu turned around. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
Changmin snorted. “Yeah. Whatever.”
Part 8: more physical drama
Part 6: different ways to cope
Part 5: different ways to worship
Part 4: moving backwards
Part 3: moving forward
Part 2: In the Other Dorm Room
Part 1: In the Dorm Room
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Jaejoong (and subsequent combinations), Yunho/Donghae, Heechul/Yoochun
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: Hey all! Yes two updates in one day but that's because I won't be around to update tomorrow, and Sunday and Monday are going to be homework days. Well, you know me. I'll probably update on Monday or something, so yeah. Anyway, I also have this rule that I have to reply to previous comments before posting something new, but I'm sleepy and I don't want to, but I will reply to your comments on part six sometime soon. I love you all! ♥♥♥♥♥
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 7:
Yoochun panted, blinking his eyes against the blur of pleasure still zinging through him. Heechul’s face appeared in his vision.
“You still with me, little bitch?”
Yoochun nodded, moaning as Heechul shifted inside him. “Barely.”
A smirk. “Should give you more then. You want more?”
“Always.”
Yoochun moaned and his thighs tightened when two fingers pressed into his body along with Heechul’s cock.
“Is that enough?” Heechul asked as he pumped the fingers in and out of Yoochun.
“No, fuck, no.”
Something thicker than fingers pressed in next to Heechul’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” Yoochun said with a groan as the world around him swirled.
“Better?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
Heechul moved the vibrator in shallow thrusts, waiting until both his cock and the toy were deep inside Yoochun before flipping it on.
Yoochun practically screamed as the vibrations trailed along his skin.
“Definitely feels good,” Heechul muttered. He kept the toy still and started thrusting into Yoochun’s body. “Stroke your cock, darling.”
“I-fuck, don’t think I-fuck, can. Fuck!”
Heechul stopped until Yoochun whimpered and wrapped a shaking hand around his own cock.
“You don’t have enough come on or in your body,” Heechul whispered. “It needs more.”
“Give me more, fuck, please.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Heechul slammed into him, using both the toy and his cock to stretch Yoochun’s body almost to its limits. Yoochun knew he was practically screaming with every thrust, but as he came closer and closer to yet another orgasm, he didn’t care.
“Fuck, Heechul. I’m …”
“Come all over your body,” Heechul whispered.
And he said it like Yoochun had a choice, and the thought was almost enough to stop it, but his orgasm crashed through him and he added to the mess on his stomach.
Heechul came shortly after, and in a bit more control of himself, only letting a ragged groan escape his mouth. After a moment of recovery, Heechul pulled the vibrator from Yoochun’s body and pressed it against his lips. Yoochun moaned as the vibrations traveled along his lips and throat as he licked the toy clean.
“Darling, that was-”
The door slammed open, and Changmin stalked in. He ignored the two naked men in the room and went right to his bed, curling up in a little ball. Yoochun and Heechul met each others’ eyes, and Yoochun shrugged.
A moment later there was a nervous cough and Junsu hovered in the doorway, cheeks bright red, and not looking at either of them.
“What’s up, Su?” Heechul asked.
“Someone named Yunho came over.”
Yoochun sat up quickly, wincing as Heechul slid out of him. “Yunho’s here ? Fuck, no way!”
Heechul frowned. “Who’s Yunho?”
“Practically Jaejoong’s other half,” Yoochun answered. He grabbed a towel and cleaned the come off his stomach.
Heechul shot a glance at Changmin’s shaking body. “And you’re running to him why?”
Yoochun smirked. “Because I get to share.” He pulled on a pair of sweat pants, and swooped in to kiss Heechul quickly. “Thank you, dearest god. Worshiping you is always a pleasure.”
Heechul laughed.
Yoochun left the room.
Heechul looked at Changmin again, and then at Junsu, still red, still by the door, still not looking at him. He stretched, smirking, and said, “You boys gay yet?”
~+~+~+~
Yunho shut his eyes, arms around Jae’s waist and held him close, three weeks of wanting his body manifesting in his pants. He took a steadying breath against the lust running through him.
“Hey, Jae,” Yunho whispered as he tried to pry Jae off him. “Let me go.”
Jae shook his head. “I am never letting you go again. Ever.”
“At least introduce me to your friends.”
“Tall one Changmin. Short one Junsu.”
Yunho met Changmin’s eyes first. The kid was scowling, and his lips were red, like he’d just been kissed. Yunho tried not to think about that. Junsu bowed and greeted him formally.
“I’m assuming you’re Yunho,” Changmin said.
“Yes,” Yunho said carefully, noting the distrust and hurt and anger in his eyes.
Changmin scoffed. “Please excuse me,” he said, voice hitching. “I see I am no longer needed here.”
He brushed by them, and Jae tensed in Yunho’s arms.
“Um, Jaejoong?” Junsu said very carefully. “I … I’m going to go with Changmin.”
Junsu gathered a few books and with a curious glance at them, he left the room, too.
Yunho was going to get an explanation out of Jae about this, but definitely later. With soft fingers on Jae’s cheek, he tilted Jae’s head until he could press his lips against his.
Jae whimpered, his hold tightening, and moved back. Yunho went with him, breath leaving him in a whoosh as they fell to the bed.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Yunho whispered, attacking Jae’s lips again. Jae whined and lifted his hips, slamming their crotches together. Yunho inhaled sharply. He grabbed Jae’s hips and yanked him further up on the bed, lips falling on his collar bone and neck. Jae whined again, hands unbuttoning Yunho’s jeans.
“Take me, fuck, take me now, please, god please,” Jae whispered, needy, and stroked Yunho’s cock roughly.
Yunho growled, and with too much force, flipped Jaejoong over. The sweatpants ripped as Yunho tore them off. He lowered his face to Jae’s ass only long enough to coat his hole in spit, and then he did the same to his cock, stroking twice. He gripped Jae’s ass, spreading him open and thrust into Jae’s body.
Jae screamed, arching his upper body off the bed, jerking his hips back, trying to meet Yunho’s thrusts.
It wasn’t the way Yunho had thought of their reunion, but it was good enough. Yunho was already too close to coming, too close because it’d been three weeks since he had fucked Jaejoong. Three long weeks, three weeks too long. Yunho bent over him, bit down on Jae’s shoulder and came.
Jae whimpered, shaking.
Yunho wrapped a protective arm around Jae’s chest. He lifted him up, sitting back on his feet in the same movement, until they ended up chest to back. Jae’s arms wrapped around his neck. Their lips pressed together between deeps gasps. Yunho held Jae firmly with one arm, and took Jae’s cock in his hand. He stroked slowly. Jae moaned, shifting his hips so Yunho moved inside him.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Yunho whispered.
Jae opened his mouth to say something, but shook his head and shut his eyes and leaned his head against Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho didn’t know how long they stayed that way, lips connected, breaths mingling.
The door opened.
“Yunho.”
Yunho broke from Jae’s lips and smiled at Yoochun. “Hey.”
Yoochun climbed on the bed and, kneeling, found his spot next to Yunho. Their lips met.
“Looks like I missed round one,” Yoochun said.
Yunho grinned. “Just my round one.”
“Can’t keep it up, old man?”
“Shut up. It’s been three weeks. How are you?” Yunho asked. He wrapped his arm around Yoochun’s back.
Yoochun grinned. “Okay, I guess.”
“Someone’s been sucking on you,” Yunho said and licked a hicky on his neck. “And fucking you. You smell like sex worse than we do.”
Yoochun laughed. “Heechul.”
“The RA?”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. You should see him. He’s almost prettier than Jaejoong, unless you’re talking to him, then he is prettier than Jaejoong.”
“No one is prettier than Jaejoong,” Yunho said and kissed Jae’s lips again. Yoochun joined a moment later, tongue twisting into mouths.
Yunho sped up his strokes on Jae’s cock. Yoochun moved his lips to Jae’s body. With a bit of twisting and maneuvering, they managed to get Jaejoong’s shirt off. With Yunho’s hand on his cock and Yoochun’s lips on his nipples, it didn’t take much longer for Jaejoong to come.
Jae was crying and shuddering and breathing deeply.
Yunho covered his lips. “I love you,” he whispered.
“Don’t say that,” Jae gasped. “Please don’t say that.”
“Why?”
Jae’s crying intensified and he moved, away from Yunho and into Yoochun’s arms. But Yunho was still buried deep inside him.
“Tell him not to say that, Chunnie, please.”
Yoochun held him and kissed his head. “It will still be true, even if he doesn’t say it.”
“I don’t want it to be true.”
“Why not?”
“Because it hurts too much.”
“Jae,” Yunho whispered, and Jae ignored him, holding onto Yoochun until his tears stopped. Yoochun shifted them, pulling Jae completely away from Yunho’s body.
Yunho sighed as they curled around each other. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come,” he muttered.
“I thought you were going on a date tonight,” Yoochun said.
“It's tomorrow night, but I called and canceled.” Yunho ran his hand up and down Jae’s side.
Jae shivered.
“Please talk to me, Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered. “Please.”
Jae shook his head, burying deeper into Yoochun.
“I’ve missed you so much, Jaejoong. I can’t sleep, and nothing I cook tastes even close to what you can make. I miss your warmth and your smiles and-”
“Then why did you make me leave?” Jae whispered.
Yunho sighed.
“Please don’t say it’s for my own good, please. I’m so tired of you saying that.”
“I know.”
“Jae-love,” Yoochun whispered. “What’s wrong?”
“Changmin doesn’t want me and Yunho’s being selfish and you didn’t come to lunch and if you had said you needed someone to fuck your thoughts away, I would have done it for you, but you went to Heechul instead and why did you go to Heechul? I needed you so much.”
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun said and kissed his forehead, “but I was upset with you because you were being nice to Junsu.”
Jae sniffled and then smiled a bit.
“What?” Yoochun asked.
“He watched Changmin and me kiss. And not just a-”
“You kissed Changmin!” Yoochun almost shouted.
“Yeah. Yesterday and today. But just a little bit. I don’t think he really wants to though. Sort of conned him into it both times a bit. You shouldn’t hate Junsu. He’s really trying to be nicer.”
Yoochun scoffed. He met Yunho’s eyes. “I’m going to leave you two alone. You really need to talk to each other.”
Jae clung to Yoochun, but Yoochun kissed him and pried his hands away. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you today, and I promise that when I need sex to take my mind off of things, I will come to you first, but we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”
Jae shot a look at Yunho and then nodded. “Kiss me.”
“Whenever you want,” Yoochun said and leaned down to press a chaste kiss to Jaejoong’s lips. “I’ll send Junsu over to get his night things, but I’ll make sure he stays in my room, even if I can’t stand the bastard.”
“Thanks, Chunnie.”
“Anything for you. I love you.”
“I love you.”
Yoochun gave him one more kiss and then hugged Yunho. “Be nice to him. Hold him. He needs to know you love him less, and he needs to know you’ll always be here more.”
Yunho tightened his hold on Yoochun and whispered back, “You know I love you, too, right?”
“But in a different way.”
“Yes.” Yoochun kissed him, leaving him breathless. “I’ll probably see you in the morning.”
“Probably.”
After a soft touch of fingers on Jaejoong’s cheek, Yoochun left.
~+~+~+~
Junsu tried very hard to concentrate on his homework. But the words on the page just ended up looking like Jaejoong and Changmin kissing, and the fleeting image of Heechul naked invaded his brain when he closed his eyes.
Changmin hadn’t moved from the bed, but he’d stopped shaking, and his breathing had steadied. Junsu doubted he was asleep though.
“Changmin?”
“What?”
“What’s it like?”
“What’s what like?”
“Kissing.”
Changmin scoffed and rolled onto his back. “That depends. Sometimes it’s the greatest feeling in the world, and sometimes it rips your heart out.”
“How many people have you kissed?”
“Four.”
“Is that a lot?”
“Not compared to some. For you, yes, it’s probably a lot.”
“Do you really like Jaejoong then?”
“I don’t know. It’s confusing. I do, but so what? With his insane life, I just don’t want to get involved.”
“Why?”
Changmin looked over at him.
“I’m assuming you know who Yunho is?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And it’s Jaejoong’s secret, not mine.”
“Oh. He seems … older.”
“Again. Jaejoong’s secret.”
“Well … I’ve been thinking today.”
“And what?”
“I think I want to kiss someone. See what it’s like.”
“Go find a girl to kiss you then. You’re attractive, Junsu. I’m sure there’s a girl here that would kiss you.”
Junsu blushed and looked at his hands. “Girls are …”
“If you say scary, I’m going to laugh at you.”
“Intimidating.”
Changmin chuckled. “Same thing. So you want to kiss a boy?”
Junsu made a face. “No.”
“Jaejoong won’t mind. He’s pretty enough to be a girl.”
“God, no. If I kissed a boy, it wouldn’t be him.”
Changmin’s eyebrows rose. “Did you just say ‘if you kissed a boy’? What’s with the if?”
Junsu’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and he shrugged. “I don’t know. You guys seem to like it.”
“Wow. Churchy boy. Preacher kid. What the hell?”
“I told you. I’ve been thinking.”
“And suddenly you want to kiss a boy? How is that thinking?”
Junsu turned around. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
Changmin snorted. “Yeah. Whatever.”
Part 8: more physical drama
Part 6: different ways to cope
Part 5: different ways to worship
Part 4: moving backwards
Part 3: moving forward
Part 2: In the Other Dorm Room
Part 1: In the Dorm Room
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