Smarty Smarty 9/?
Title: Smarty Smarty 9/?
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: 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 9:
Jae cried for a bit. He yelled into his pillow. He hit his pillow wishing it was Yunho’s face, and then whispered I love you to it over and over and over again. He didn’t want to be alone, and without even the possibility of Yunho being next to him, he felt alone.
He sat up, and very carefully pulled on a pair of sweats and a tank top. He padded to Yoochun’s room, thankful that it wasn’t locked. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. There were two lumps on Yoochun’s bed, a single one on Changmin’s. He went to Yoochun’s bed, because he always went to Yoochun first. A stab of pain went through his heart from the way Yoochun and Changmin were intimately curled up together.
And he wasn’t sure if it was because Yoochun obviously had Changmin first or because Changmin was curled up in his spot next to Yoochun.
“Jaejoong,” Junsu whispered.
Jae gasped, startled, and then moved to the other bed. He sat down and Junsu slid over for him.
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” Jae whispered.
“I wasn’t asleep. Why are you here? Where’s Yunho?”
“He-“ A lump in his throat kept him from doing more than making a pained noise. “I don’t want to sleep alone,” Jae whispered, fighting back tears.
Junsu bit his lower lip. “Do you want me to come back to our room?”
Jae shot a look at the other bed, and shook his head. “No. I don’t want to be there.”
“Okay.” Junsu lifted up the edge of the blanket and said. “Here, climb in.”
“Su-“
“It’s okay, Jae,” Junsu said. “I … well, this is probably stupid of me, but I trust you not to do anything to me.”
Jae smiled. “I’m too tired and emotionally worn out to try anything, but I will make no such promises tomorrow.”
Junsu laughed and quickly stifled it, shifting over while Jae lay on his back next to him. Junsu threw the blanket over him.
“Try to relax,” Junsu said.
“I can’t.”
“Can I help?”
Jae smiled. “Sure. Suck me off.”
Junsu stammered something, and Jae chuckled. “Kidding, Su-ah.” Jae looked over at the other bed and sighed. “Did those two do anything before they fell asleep?”
Junsu swallowed. “Um, I think so, but … I don’t know. It sounded like they were kissing, and Changmin was moaning.”
Jae sighed again. “Great. Just fucking fantastic.”
“Changmin was really upset.”
“I know.”
Jae turned on his side, away from the others, toward Junsu. “Hey, Su.”
“Yeah, Jae?”
“Can I … can you just hold me until I fall asleep?”
“I-I don’t know if I know how to do that.”
Jae scooted closer. “Here. Lay back.” He pushed Junsu’s shoulders to the bed, and then lay against him, his head at Junsu’s chest. He maneuvered one of Junsu’s arms until it was around his shoulders.
“Just like that,” Jae said, and yawned.
“Oh. O-okay.”
He listened to Junsu’s heart race, his breath speed up and little shivers run through his skin. Jae smiled. If he was feeling better, he’d be touching Junsu already. But not now, and the kid was being awfully nice to him. Jae would ask about this sudden change in behavior tomorrow.
Now, he just wanted to try to forget about Yunho and sleep.
“Thanks, Su,” Jae whispered, and cuddled closer.
~+~+~+~
Junsu’s heart was racing, his mind going fifty miles a minute. Jae was lying practically on top of him, with a leg thrown over Junsu’s thighs. Jae’s breathing had steadied, body jerking in his sleep. But Junsu couldn’t relax. Again images of naked skin invaded his thoughts, though this time it was Jaejoong, on their first day, with Yoochun’s penis in his mouth.
Kissing, yes. He would try kissing because his mother always said that when he found someone he wanted to kiss, then it would be okay to kiss them, but to make sure it was someone worthy of that kiss.
But the thought of his mouth replacing Jaejoong in the vision in his head was not okay. Not, not, not okay. He wanted to get on his knees and pray and pray and pray until he calmed down, but Jaejoong was so peacefully asleep, that Junsu didn’t want to risk moving and upsetting him.
Junsu shut his eyes tightly and prayed, willing the images away. Begging the desire down even as it filled his body and made him shake. Oh, dear Lord. Junsu was in so much trouble. He was never going to be able to look his preacher in the eyes again.
~+~+~+~
The first thing Changmin noticed when his eyes opened was the extra head on Junsu’s body. He blinked, trying to clear the dream from his head, but the head and its burgundy hair stayed there.
The second thing Changmin noticed was the erection pressed against his ass and the lips pressed against his neck.
“Morning,” Yoochun whispered. “Want to get in the bathroom before those two wake up?”
Those two?
Changmin looked again and recognized Jaejoong’s hair. A stab of heartache shot through him. He pressed against Yoochun’s body, tilted his head back and allowed the other to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth.
“Sure. And what exactly are we going to be doing in the bathroom?”
A leer morphed Yoochun’s face and he said, “Let’s go and see. I’m sure something will come up.”
Changmin smiled. He rolled out of bed and practically pulled Yoochun out of it, too. Yoochun shut the bathroom door quietly. With their joined hands, he yanked Changmin’s body against his. Their lips met briefly, and Yoochun shimmied to the floor, using the door and Changmin’s hips as support. He yanked Changmin’s sweats down and engulfed his cock. Changmin bit his arm against a cry, and leaned on the door, forearm pressed against the wood, forehead pressed against his arm.
Yoochun did the same as he had the night before, went for quick and efficient, sucking on the top half, and rubbing the lower with his hand.
It was almost embarrassing how quickly Changmin was ready to come.
But then Yoochun’s lips pulled away.
“Look at me,” he demanded as he stroked, keeping Changmin’s orgasm right there.
Changmin managed to pry his eyes open and look at Yoochun on his knees, lips red and shiny. Yoochun wrapped his tongue around the head of Changmin’s cock, twisting his hand just enough with the right amount of pressure. Wide-eyed, open-mouth, Changmin watched as his cock jerked and come covered Yoochun’s face, landing in his mouth, on his chin and cheeks. Yoochun moaned and licked up the leftovers seeping from the tip.
“Fuck, hyung,” Changmin gasped as soon as he was able.
Yoochun used Changmin hips to stand back up. He kissed Changmin, smearing the come on his face. Changmin moaned and pressed Yoochun against the door. Yoochun’s erection dug into his thigh.
“Should I-“ Changmin didn’t know how to finish that.
“Should you what?” Yoochun teased.
“Shut up, I’ve never done this before. Am I supposed to suck on you now?”
Yoochun leered. “No. You’re not supposed to. It would be nice though.” Yoochun leaned forward and licked some of the come on Changmin’s chin. “Or we could get in the shower and you can stroke me off if you don’t feel comfortable with having a cock in your mouth yet.”
~+~+~+~
Jae rolled over when the shower started, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He felt betrayed and confused. Did he have the right to feel betrayed? Yoochun knew he liked Changmin. But had Jae given up any rights to him by tossing him away as soon as Yunho showed up?
And who was the instigator in this? For all he knew, Changmin could have been upset and gone to Yoochun. And Jae knew his best friend. Yoochun wouldn’t say no.
“At least it’s Saturday,” Junsu whispered. “No classes.”
Jae scoffed. “Just a major test Monday on seventeenth century composers that I have to study for.”
“Oh. Right.”
Jae sighed.
“I want to ask you something,” Junsu said.
“What?”
“Um …” Junsu scrambled up and left the bed. “Sorry, but I-more comfortable-“
“Su, please. I’m not really in the mood.”
“Well, I asked Changmin but he was all pissed off at you so he wasn’t very helpful.”
“Ask away.” Jae shut his eyes and put his hands behind his head.
“What’s kissing like?”
Jae’s eyes flew open. “What?”
“Kissing. What’s it like?”
“You’ve never been kissed?”
Junsu was blushing. “N-no.”
Jae sat up slowly, trying not to smile. “Kissing is amazing. Especially when you’re kissing someone that knows how to kiss well. If they don’t, well, then you just have to teach them.”
“But-“ Junsu looked up, and then looked down again. “What’s it like?”
“I can tell you all about it, Su. I can tell you about how your head goes light and your fingers tingle where they’re clutching the other person’s hands or body or clothes. Or how everything narrows down to nothing but the press and feel of lips against yours. But you’ll never know what it’s really like until you’ve actually done it.
Jae watched him. He rubbed his elbow with one hand, eyes still glued to the floor.
“You’re attractive, Su-ah,” Jae said. “I’m sure there are any number of girls at this school who would love to kiss you.”
“That’s what Changmin said.”
“Well, Changmin is pretty smart.”
There was a sudden shout from the bathroom. Junsu went a deeper shade of red. Jae rolled his eyes.
“Let’s get out of here,” Jae said as he stood up. He went past Junsu to the door, and Jae did not miss the shiver that wracked Junsu’s body when their arms brushed.
Jae held out his hand, and to his surprise, Junsu took it. They walked down the hall to their room. Jae let go as soon as they were inside, trying not to look at his bed, and almost tripped over something on the floor.
“Fuck,” he muttered when he recognized Yunho’s wallet. He picked it up and flipped through it. There was a picture of the two of them in one of the little sleeves. It had been taken the year before, when Jae was still adamantly against going to college. They were smiling like dorks.
“What is it?”
“Yunho’s wallet.”
“Oh.”
Jae met Junsu’s curious eyes.
“You’re awful at concealing your feelings,” Jae muttered. “I told Changmin, might as well tell you, too.”
“You don’t have-“
“Shut up and sit down. I told Changmin so he’d kiss me. I’m telling you so you understand. And I’ll leave out the sexy details.”
“Sexy details?”
“Yeah. Like the first time Yunho fucked me I was tied up with a gag in my mouth and a ring around my cock.”
“A what around what?”
Jae laughed. “You don’t know what a cock ring is?”
“A-and, ti-tied up? How do you have sex tied up?”
Jae laughed harder.
“Shut up!” Su said, bright red face buried behind his hands.
Jae gasped, trying to control himself. “Sorry. I’m sorry, it’s just … man. It’s funny. We are definitely going through my toy drawer to educate you.”
“I’m not sure I want to learn.”
“Well, if you learn from me, you learn from the best.”
“And that’s something to be proud of?” Junsu’s voice cracked.
Jae contemplated him for a moment, and then looked back down at Yunho’s wallet. “Maybe not. But I’ve survived. I can survive. You can’t. Outside of a controlled environment, also known as the real world, you’re going to fall to pieces.”
Junsu turned away, arms crossed.
Jae sighed and took his phone from his table.
sexyBeauty ~ you left your wallet here ~
With his eyes on his phone, he told Junsu the brief story of his life, the brief story of Yunho, and how he managed to go to college.
His phone buzzed ten minutes later.
sexyBeast + fuck +
sexyBeauty ~ I can mail it to you if you can wait for it ~
sexyBeast + naw, I’ll leave right now to come and get it +
sexyBeast + I’m not doing anything else today +
Jae’s heart fluttered, and he didn’t respond to that message.
“What’s wrong?” The bed dipped and Jae leaned into Junsu’s body.
“He’s coming to get his wallet.”
“You don’t have to be here, you know,” Junsu said. “You can take off and I’ll give it to him.”
“Thanks, Su.”
“So are you two broken up or-“
“I think so. I … I wasn’t planning on talking to him ever again.”
There was a knock on their door, and it opened and Yoochun stuck his head in. Jae met his eyes for a moment, and then looked away.
“Someone wake me up when life doesn’t suck any more,” Jae whispered and moved away from Junsu. He curled up on his bed, facing the wall, and went through Yunho’s wallet, emptying the pockets and slots, and then putting everything back. A different body sat behind him and Jae tensed when Yoochun touched his arm.
“You’re mad at me,” Yoochun said. “I knew you would be, but you don’t blame me right?”
“No,” Jae whispered. “I lost my chance.”
“Not entirely,” Yoochun said with a shrug. “Give him a day or two.”
Jae sighed and rolled over so he could look up at Yoochun. “You don’t understand, Chunnie. I … that’s not all I want from him. I really, really like him.”
“Oh.” And Yoochun bit his lip. “And now I feel like an utter bastard.”
“No. Maybe … maybe it’s better this way. I just need to be alone for a little while.”
“Yunho’s wallet?”
“He left it. Probably fell out of his pants pocket. He’s coming to get it.”
Yoochun frowned. “What happened?”
Jae felt his eyes well with tears and he turned away, curling in a ball as they fell. Yoochun was right behind him, holding him, stroking his hair, trying to get him to talk.
From across the room, Junsu said, “They broke up. More or less. Jae says they-“ He cleared his throat and his cheeks went pink. “-you know, had s-sex, but it was the last time, and Yunho left.”
“Fuck, Kim Jaejoong, why the hell didn’t you wake me up?” Yoochun demanded.
“You were all cuddled with Changmin,” Jae whispered. “I didn’t-”
“So what? No one, no one, is more important to me than you are, never forget that.”
“Yes. But I was so angry.”
Yoochun nodded. “I know. And I’m sorry. I knew you were going to be upset with me fooling around with Changmin, and I did it anyway. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Chunnie. Love me?”
“Of course. Love me?”
“Always.”
Yoochun leaned down and pressed their lips together briefly. He pried Yunho’s wallet from Jae’s fingers and then settled them down on the bed. Jae sighed. At least there was one person who he could always claim as his.
Part 10: kisses
Part 8: more physical drama
Part 7: 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: 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 9:
Jae cried for a bit. He yelled into his pillow. He hit his pillow wishing it was Yunho’s face, and then whispered I love you to it over and over and over again. He didn’t want to be alone, and without even the possibility of Yunho being next to him, he felt alone.
He sat up, and very carefully pulled on a pair of sweats and a tank top. He padded to Yoochun’s room, thankful that it wasn’t locked. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. There were two lumps on Yoochun’s bed, a single one on Changmin’s. He went to Yoochun’s bed, because he always went to Yoochun first. A stab of pain went through his heart from the way Yoochun and Changmin were intimately curled up together.
And he wasn’t sure if it was because Yoochun obviously had Changmin first or because Changmin was curled up in his spot next to Yoochun.
“Jaejoong,” Junsu whispered.
Jae gasped, startled, and then moved to the other bed. He sat down and Junsu slid over for him.
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” Jae whispered.
“I wasn’t asleep. Why are you here? Where’s Yunho?”
“He-“ A lump in his throat kept him from doing more than making a pained noise. “I don’t want to sleep alone,” Jae whispered, fighting back tears.
Junsu bit his lower lip. “Do you want me to come back to our room?”
Jae shot a look at the other bed, and shook his head. “No. I don’t want to be there.”
“Okay.” Junsu lifted up the edge of the blanket and said. “Here, climb in.”
“Su-“
“It’s okay, Jae,” Junsu said. “I … well, this is probably stupid of me, but I trust you not to do anything to me.”
Jae smiled. “I’m too tired and emotionally worn out to try anything, but I will make no such promises tomorrow.”
Junsu laughed and quickly stifled it, shifting over while Jae lay on his back next to him. Junsu threw the blanket over him.
“Try to relax,” Junsu said.
“I can’t.”
“Can I help?”
Jae smiled. “Sure. Suck me off.”
Junsu stammered something, and Jae chuckled. “Kidding, Su-ah.” Jae looked over at the other bed and sighed. “Did those two do anything before they fell asleep?”
Junsu swallowed. “Um, I think so, but … I don’t know. It sounded like they were kissing, and Changmin was moaning.”
Jae sighed again. “Great. Just fucking fantastic.”
“Changmin was really upset.”
“I know.”
Jae turned on his side, away from the others, toward Junsu. “Hey, Su.”
“Yeah, Jae?”
“Can I … can you just hold me until I fall asleep?”
“I-I don’t know if I know how to do that.”
Jae scooted closer. “Here. Lay back.” He pushed Junsu’s shoulders to the bed, and then lay against him, his head at Junsu’s chest. He maneuvered one of Junsu’s arms until it was around his shoulders.
“Just like that,” Jae said, and yawned.
“Oh. O-okay.”
He listened to Junsu’s heart race, his breath speed up and little shivers run through his skin. Jae smiled. If he was feeling better, he’d be touching Junsu already. But not now, and the kid was being awfully nice to him. Jae would ask about this sudden change in behavior tomorrow.
Now, he just wanted to try to forget about Yunho and sleep.
“Thanks, Su,” Jae whispered, and cuddled closer.
~+~+~+~
Junsu’s heart was racing, his mind going fifty miles a minute. Jae was lying practically on top of him, with a leg thrown over Junsu’s thighs. Jae’s breathing had steadied, body jerking in his sleep. But Junsu couldn’t relax. Again images of naked skin invaded his thoughts, though this time it was Jaejoong, on their first day, with Yoochun’s penis in his mouth.
Kissing, yes. He would try kissing because his mother always said that when he found someone he wanted to kiss, then it would be okay to kiss them, but to make sure it was someone worthy of that kiss.
But the thought of his mouth replacing Jaejoong in the vision in his head was not okay. Not, not, not okay. He wanted to get on his knees and pray and pray and pray until he calmed down, but Jaejoong was so peacefully asleep, that Junsu didn’t want to risk moving and upsetting him.
Junsu shut his eyes tightly and prayed, willing the images away. Begging the desire down even as it filled his body and made him shake. Oh, dear Lord. Junsu was in so much trouble. He was never going to be able to look his preacher in the eyes again.
~+~+~+~
The first thing Changmin noticed when his eyes opened was the extra head on Junsu’s body. He blinked, trying to clear the dream from his head, but the head and its burgundy hair stayed there.
The second thing Changmin noticed was the erection pressed against his ass and the lips pressed against his neck.
“Morning,” Yoochun whispered. “Want to get in the bathroom before those two wake up?”
Those two?
Changmin looked again and recognized Jaejoong’s hair. A stab of heartache shot through him. He pressed against Yoochun’s body, tilted his head back and allowed the other to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth.
“Sure. And what exactly are we going to be doing in the bathroom?”
A leer morphed Yoochun’s face and he said, “Let’s go and see. I’m sure something will come up.”
Changmin smiled. He rolled out of bed and practically pulled Yoochun out of it, too. Yoochun shut the bathroom door quietly. With their joined hands, he yanked Changmin’s body against his. Their lips met briefly, and Yoochun shimmied to the floor, using the door and Changmin’s hips as support. He yanked Changmin’s sweats down and engulfed his cock. Changmin bit his arm against a cry, and leaned on the door, forearm pressed against the wood, forehead pressed against his arm.
Yoochun did the same as he had the night before, went for quick and efficient, sucking on the top half, and rubbing the lower with his hand.
It was almost embarrassing how quickly Changmin was ready to come.
But then Yoochun’s lips pulled away.
“Look at me,” he demanded as he stroked, keeping Changmin’s orgasm right there.
Changmin managed to pry his eyes open and look at Yoochun on his knees, lips red and shiny. Yoochun wrapped his tongue around the head of Changmin’s cock, twisting his hand just enough with the right amount of pressure. Wide-eyed, open-mouth, Changmin watched as his cock jerked and come covered Yoochun’s face, landing in his mouth, on his chin and cheeks. Yoochun moaned and licked up the leftovers seeping from the tip.
“Fuck, hyung,” Changmin gasped as soon as he was able.
Yoochun used Changmin hips to stand back up. He kissed Changmin, smearing the come on his face. Changmin moaned and pressed Yoochun against the door. Yoochun’s erection dug into his thigh.
“Should I-“ Changmin didn’t know how to finish that.
“Should you what?” Yoochun teased.
“Shut up, I’ve never done this before. Am I supposed to suck on you now?”
Yoochun leered. “No. You’re not supposed to. It would be nice though.” Yoochun leaned forward and licked some of the come on Changmin’s chin. “Or we could get in the shower and you can stroke me off if you don’t feel comfortable with having a cock in your mouth yet.”
~+~+~+~
Jae rolled over when the shower started, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He felt betrayed and confused. Did he have the right to feel betrayed? Yoochun knew he liked Changmin. But had Jae given up any rights to him by tossing him away as soon as Yunho showed up?
And who was the instigator in this? For all he knew, Changmin could have been upset and gone to Yoochun. And Jae knew his best friend. Yoochun wouldn’t say no.
“At least it’s Saturday,” Junsu whispered. “No classes.”
Jae scoffed. “Just a major test Monday on seventeenth century composers that I have to study for.”
“Oh. Right.”
Jae sighed.
“I want to ask you something,” Junsu said.
“What?”
“Um …” Junsu scrambled up and left the bed. “Sorry, but I-more comfortable-“
“Su, please. I’m not really in the mood.”
“Well, I asked Changmin but he was all pissed off at you so he wasn’t very helpful.”
“Ask away.” Jae shut his eyes and put his hands behind his head.
“What’s kissing like?”
Jae’s eyes flew open. “What?”
“Kissing. What’s it like?”
“You’ve never been kissed?”
Junsu was blushing. “N-no.”
Jae sat up slowly, trying not to smile. “Kissing is amazing. Especially when you’re kissing someone that knows how to kiss well. If they don’t, well, then you just have to teach them.”
“But-“ Junsu looked up, and then looked down again. “What’s it like?”
“I can tell you all about it, Su. I can tell you about how your head goes light and your fingers tingle where they’re clutching the other person’s hands or body or clothes. Or how everything narrows down to nothing but the press and feel of lips against yours. But you’ll never know what it’s really like until you’ve actually done it.
Jae watched him. He rubbed his elbow with one hand, eyes still glued to the floor.
“You’re attractive, Su-ah,” Jae said. “I’m sure there are any number of girls at this school who would love to kiss you.”
“That’s what Changmin said.”
“Well, Changmin is pretty smart.”
There was a sudden shout from the bathroom. Junsu went a deeper shade of red. Jae rolled his eyes.
“Let’s get out of here,” Jae said as he stood up. He went past Junsu to the door, and Jae did not miss the shiver that wracked Junsu’s body when their arms brushed.
Jae held out his hand, and to his surprise, Junsu took it. They walked down the hall to their room. Jae let go as soon as they were inside, trying not to look at his bed, and almost tripped over something on the floor.
“Fuck,” he muttered when he recognized Yunho’s wallet. He picked it up and flipped through it. There was a picture of the two of them in one of the little sleeves. It had been taken the year before, when Jae was still adamantly against going to college. They were smiling like dorks.
“What is it?”
“Yunho’s wallet.”
“Oh.”
Jae met Junsu’s curious eyes.
“You’re awful at concealing your feelings,” Jae muttered. “I told Changmin, might as well tell you, too.”
“You don’t have-“
“Shut up and sit down. I told Changmin so he’d kiss me. I’m telling you so you understand. And I’ll leave out the sexy details.”
“Sexy details?”
“Yeah. Like the first time Yunho fucked me I was tied up with a gag in my mouth and a ring around my cock.”
“A what around what?”
Jae laughed. “You don’t know what a cock ring is?”
“A-and, ti-tied up? How do you have sex tied up?”
Jae laughed harder.
“Shut up!” Su said, bright red face buried behind his hands.
Jae gasped, trying to control himself. “Sorry. I’m sorry, it’s just … man. It’s funny. We are definitely going through my toy drawer to educate you.”
“I’m not sure I want to learn.”
“Well, if you learn from me, you learn from the best.”
“And that’s something to be proud of?” Junsu’s voice cracked.
Jae contemplated him for a moment, and then looked back down at Yunho’s wallet. “Maybe not. But I’ve survived. I can survive. You can’t. Outside of a controlled environment, also known as the real world, you’re going to fall to pieces.”
Junsu turned away, arms crossed.
Jae sighed and took his phone from his table.
sexyBeauty ~ you left your wallet here ~
With his eyes on his phone, he told Junsu the brief story of his life, the brief story of Yunho, and how he managed to go to college.
His phone buzzed ten minutes later.
sexyBeast + fuck +
sexyBeauty ~ I can mail it to you if you can wait for it ~
sexyBeast + naw, I’ll leave right now to come and get it +
sexyBeast + I’m not doing anything else today +
Jae’s heart fluttered, and he didn’t respond to that message.
“What’s wrong?” The bed dipped and Jae leaned into Junsu’s body.
“He’s coming to get his wallet.”
“You don’t have to be here, you know,” Junsu said. “You can take off and I’ll give it to him.”
“Thanks, Su.”
“So are you two broken up or-“
“I think so. I … I wasn’t planning on talking to him ever again.”
There was a knock on their door, and it opened and Yoochun stuck his head in. Jae met his eyes for a moment, and then looked away.
“Someone wake me up when life doesn’t suck any more,” Jae whispered and moved away from Junsu. He curled up on his bed, facing the wall, and went through Yunho’s wallet, emptying the pockets and slots, and then putting everything back. A different body sat behind him and Jae tensed when Yoochun touched his arm.
“You’re mad at me,” Yoochun said. “I knew you would be, but you don’t blame me right?”
“No,” Jae whispered. “I lost my chance.”
“Not entirely,” Yoochun said with a shrug. “Give him a day or two.”
Jae sighed and rolled over so he could look up at Yoochun. “You don’t understand, Chunnie. I … that’s not all I want from him. I really, really like him.”
“Oh.” And Yoochun bit his lip. “And now I feel like an utter bastard.”
“No. Maybe … maybe it’s better this way. I just need to be alone for a little while.”
“Yunho’s wallet?”
“He left it. Probably fell out of his pants pocket. He’s coming to get it.”
Yoochun frowned. “What happened?”
Jae felt his eyes well with tears and he turned away, curling in a ball as they fell. Yoochun was right behind him, holding him, stroking his hair, trying to get him to talk.
From across the room, Junsu said, “They broke up. More or less. Jae says they-“ He cleared his throat and his cheeks went pink. “-you know, had s-sex, but it was the last time, and Yunho left.”
“Fuck, Kim Jaejoong, why the hell didn’t you wake me up?” Yoochun demanded.
“You were all cuddled with Changmin,” Jae whispered. “I didn’t-”
“So what? No one, no one, is more important to me than you are, never forget that.”
“Yes. But I was so angry.”
Yoochun nodded. “I know. And I’m sorry. I knew you were going to be upset with me fooling around with Changmin, and I did it anyway. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Chunnie. Love me?”
“Of course. Love me?”
“Always.”
Yoochun leaned down and pressed their lips together briefly. He pried Yunho’s wallet from Jae’s fingers and then settled them down on the bed. Jae sighed. At least there was one person who he could always claim as his.
Part 10: kisses
Part 8: more physical drama
Part 7: 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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