Smarty Smarty 14/?
Title: Smarty Smarty 14/?
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 14:
“You sure you’re going to be okay?” Yoochun asked again.
Jae rolled his eyes. “Yes. I’ll be fine. It’s not like you’re going to be gone forever. I can live without you for three days. Don’t think your SuSu can though.”
They both looked over at the guy in question. Junsu was pacing. His parents were on their way to pick him up for the long weekend.
Yoochun sighed. “The kid is not good at lying. I’m going to be surprised if he shows back up.”
“What?”
“He said if his parents found out, they’d take them to a special school that is set up to get rid of gayness.”
Jae looked at Yoochun for a moment and burst out laughing. “Are you kidding me?”
He shook his head.
“They have schools for that?”
“Yeah.”
“Yoochun!” Junsu suddenly shouted and was across the quad and hugging him tightly. “They’re going to kill me. I’m going to hell, I … shit, I’m in so much trouble, they’ll never let me repent for this and they’re going to know and oh my god, what am I supposed to do?”
Yoochun held him tightly and whispered reassurances in his ear. Jae smiled, and then yelped when someone slapped his ass.
“Changmin, you fucker!” Jae said and punched him in the shoulder.
Changmin smirked.
“I hate it when you do that.”
Both Changmin and Yoochun scoffed.
“Okay, so I hate it when you do it outside of the bedroom,” Jae said.
“My parents are waiting. You want to meet them?”
Jae stopped breathing. “Are you insane? No.”
Changmin looked hurt, but Yoochun said quickly, “Jae, don’t be an ass.”
Jae softened his glare and said, “I …”
“You’re my friend, hyung,” Changmin said. “That’s all they know. That’s all they’ll ever know.”
“Pussy,” Yoochun sang, and Jaejoong glared at him.
“Fine,” he snapped and grabbed Changmin’s elbow and dragged him toward a red car. There was a tall man, a shorter woman and a little girl. The little girl spotted Changmin and squealed.
“Oppa!” She launched herself at him, and Changmin caught her and spun her in a circle.
“MinJi! How’s my grown up girl?”
“I miss you!”
“I miss you!”
MinJi looked at Jaejoong and her eyes went wide. “You’re pretty,” she said.
“Thank you,” Jaejoong replied.
“MinJi, this is Jaejoong. He’s my friend.”
“It’s good to meet you, Jaejoong-shi.”
Jaejoong smiled at her and then Changmin walked over to his parents. Jae was never good with parents. His reputation in his home area was well documented, and he was a bit blown away when Changmin’s parents greeted him and he bowed ninety degrees trying to formulate how to talk to them, but Changmin’s mom went on and on about how Changmin was talking about Jaejoong who was so nice to him and took care of him and treated him like a real friend, and it made Jaejoong blush and then suddenly it was over and Changmin hugged him tightly.
Arms shaking, Jae hugged him back.
“Three days without me,” Changmin whispered. “When I get back, your ass better be ready for me.”
Jae chuckled. “It will be. Lubed and stretched with me on my stomach waiting for you.”
Changmin shivered and then pushed him away, landing a quick kiss to his cheek.
Jae waited until Changmin and his family had driven away, little MinJi turning to wave goodbye. He went back to YooSu. Yoochun held Junsu’s shaking body tightly.
“God, my parents are going to kill me,” Junsu muttered again.
“Well, if you don’t let me go and they drive up, you’re going to have to-”
Junsu eeped and pushed away from him. “Oh my god, I’m going to die.” His face was so pale.
Yoochun frowned. “Do you regret it then?” he demanded.
Junsu’s mouth opened, eyes wide. “Of course not, Chunnie, but I … god, I’m going to die.”
Yoochun smiled and shook his head. “Remember, just don’t offer information. Unless they specifically ask you something don’t tell them anything. That’s not lying, Junsu.”
Junsu frowned.
“Oh, dear, that has to be yours,” Jae said, catching sight of a perfectly black Lincoln Town Car pulling into the quad roundabout.
“I’m so fucking dead,” Junsu said. He shook both of their hands. “Please excuse me for not kissing you goodbye, but yeah … come to my funeral?”
They laughed.
“Just go, you dork. It’ll be fine,” Yoochun said.
Junsu took one more deep breath, and then he nodded, turned around and with determined steps, headed to the car.
“He’s dead,” Jae said, as a driver opened the back door for Junsu.
Yoochun laughed. “Yes. He is. Can we go back to the dorms now?”
Jae laughed.
“Unless you …”
Jae waved him away. “I told you I would.”
“I don’t want you because you have to.”
Jae smiled. “Chunnie, come on. It’s you. I always want you.”
“You’re such a liar. You want Changmin.”
Jae didn’t reply to that and headed back to the dorms.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea, anyway,” Yoochun said behind him.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re practically Changmin’s boyfriend.”
“I was Yunho’s boyfriend and that never stopped you from fucking me whenever you wanted.”
“You and I both know that this is completely different.”
“Look, if you want some so badly, go knock on Heechul’s door.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip. He followed Jae all the way to his room. “I can’t do that. It feels …”
“What?”
“I don’t know. But if Su found out I fucked Heechul again, I’d feel bad.”
“But you don’t feel bad for fucking me?”
“Well, I know you’re not going to tell him.”
Jae crossed his arms and shook his head. “That’s called guilt, remember? It’s something I learned from you awhile ago.”
“Fuck, Jaejoong. It’s not that, it’s just. I haven’t had sex in three weeks.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Oh you poor thing.”
“Either fuck off or let me fuck you,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong walked up to him, didn’t touch him, but got in his face. “Beg me for it.”
“I hate you.”
“Not begging.” Jae turned around. Yoochun caught the sleeve of his shirt. Jae looked down at his fingers, and then up at his face.
Yoochun met his eyes for only a moment and then dropped his eyes and his hand.
“Please,” Yoochun whispered, barely loud enough for Jaejoong to hear.
A shiver of excitement shot through Jaejoong. God, had it really been that long since he’d fucked and or been fucked by Yoochun?
Jae took Yoochun’s face in his hands and lifted his face for a brief kiss. When was the last time, he’d even kissed his best friend?
Yoochun whimpered, his body shaking with need. His hard cock pressed into Jae’s thigh.
“Please,” he said again. “I need you.”
Jae pushed him backwards until they were situated on the bed, with Jaejoong hovering over him.
“Chunnie?” Jae said as he laid kisses over Yoochun’s jaw and neck.
“What?”
“You do realize that the minute we do this it becomes wrong, right?”
Yoochun whimpered, eyes shut. He opened his mouth, to beg again, but Jae shut it with his lips.
“I’m not kind of, sort of Changmin’s boyfriend,” Jae whispered. “I am his boyfriend, and fuck if you say you aren’t Junsu’s boyfriend, you need to have a serious look at what your relationship with him has turned into.”
“Please, Jaejoong. Fucking shut up. Please.”
Jae sighed. “When did I become the rational one capable of logical thought in this relationship?”
“You corrupted me.”
Jae sat back, on Yoochun’s knees and pondered him for a moment. He nodded. “You’re right. I did. And you taught me that life isn’t all about sex. So now where are we?”
“Both with fucking hard cocks and the perfect time to get rid of them with each other while our boyfriends are away.”
“I can’t, Yoochun. I can’t sit here and kiss you and think of Changmin. It’s not fair to Changmin at all.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut tight and he took a deep breath. “Get off me,” he said, voice low.
“Chunnie-“
“Don’t, Jaejoong. I'm not quite sure how I was the one protesting and now you are, but fuck, you’re right. I’m wrong.” Yoochun scrambled out Jae’s body, sitting up before curling his legs around and swinging them over and he was off the bed, headed to the door.
“Yoochun, stop.” Jae’s heart was hurting and he knew Yoochun was so upset.
Yoochun stopped with his hand on the doorknob. “A promise of you before everyone else, do you remember that, Jaejoong? The whole ‘you’re the most important person in my life’ thing.”
“So that only means sex now?” Jae demanded. “You’re horny because Junsu won’t put out, so throw that in my face so I’ll fuck you.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed.
“Junsu likes you,” Jae said. “He likes you. You can’t just fuck around on him, and I’m included in that.”
“I liked you,” he said quietly, “when we were fifteen. And I watched you do it, and I learned to cope, because if I wanted even a single part of you then I had to learn to deal with it.”
Jae wondered when he started crying. “This is …”
“Different, I know. It’s always different when it’s you, isn’t it? Look, it’s not that I don’t care about Junsu or his feelings, but I don’t love him. You don’t love Changmin. I love you.”
“Then tell me you understand. I know you’re not happy with it, but please tell me you understand.”
“Yes, I understand.”
And he was gone, slamming the door. Jae winced, heart constricting, trying to get a handle on what just happened. He pulled his No-longer-smells-like-Yunho-but-now-smells-like-Changmin pillow to his chest. A tear trailed down his face and into his ear. He sighed in annoyance and wiped it away.
Yoochun didn’t understand.
No one understood anything.
Even Changmin didn’t get it sometimes. Didn’t understand that Jaejoong didn’t want him to hold him. That Jaejoong needed to be punished. That Jaejoong needed his best friend before he needed anyone else.
Was his love for Yoochun seriously going to be a wedge in his relationship with Changmin? It felt like it, because he wanted to fuck Yoochun. His body still thrummed with lust for Yoochun’s body and his hands and his skin and his lips. But suddenly, after almost five years of continuous messing around, Jaejoong was no longer allowed.
And he hated it. And he hated Changmin for it, even if it wasn’t his fault.
There was only one person who Jae could ask about this, but he didn’t want to. Not at all.
But without Changmin, without Yoochun, fuck even without Junsu, Jaejoong was so alone. His heart ached for home. The other three were going home. And where was Jaejoong’s home? Being with Yoochun was the closest he had to the feeling of security of home, but with Yoochun upset and probably already gone, he had no one else. There was really only one place that Jaejoong had ever called his home, and it wasn’t this stupid dorm room or the houses and apartments he’d been shuttled to.
~+~+~+~+~
Yunho woke up warm and comfortable. And to the smell of coffee. His eyes opened and Donghae sat next to him, only in boxers, sipping on a cup.
“Please tell me you brought me a cup,” Yunho said.
Donghae grinned. “Of course.”
Yunho sat up and took the proffered cup, sipping on it slowly. “What are you reading?”
“Don’t know. Some economic magazine you had lying around.”
“Interesting?”
“Not as interesting as you being naked under that blanket.”
Yunho chuckled. “Let me wake up first.”
Donghae turned to him with a sexy look. “I almost didn’t.”
“What are you doing today?” Yunho asked as the first stirrings of lust shot through him.
“Besides you? Not much. Check on the horses, ride you. Eat something. Swallow something.”
“In that order?”
Donghae licked his lips. “No. I want to ride you first.”
Yunho sat his half empty cup of coffee on his nightstand, and then lay back against the pillows. “You’re the cowboy.”
Donghae tossed the magazine off the bed and with a feral grin crawled over Yunho’s body.
It wasn’t the first time that Yunho compared something Donghae did with something Jaejoong used to do. It wouldn’t be the last. Not for a long while. He much preferred Jaejoong’s lithe body over him. Donghae was beyond attractive with muscles and sex appeal, but he was also funny and cute and cared about everyone and everything.
It was this selflessness that Yunho found most attractive about him. Selflessness that did not manifest in the bedroom, and Yunho rather missed being ordered around and demanded things of.
He missed Jaejoong.
But the other had made no effort to contact him, and even his texts to Yoochun were getting few and far between.
He missed Jaejoong in his bed. Even as Donghae slipped Yunho’s cock into his well-fucked hole and rode him, Yunho missed the beauty of Jaejoong, the sheer wildness in him, the passion, the lust.
He missed Jaejoong after, cuddling and finding that spot next to him that Donghae just couldn’t fill. And he missed the little noises that Jae made while he slept. He missed slamming Jaejoong up against the wall in the shower, and taking him bent over a chair or the kitchen counter.
After Donghae had left and he had extracted a promise from Yunho to meet for dinner, Yunho stood in the middle of his living room and sighed.
He had to move. This house was too big for just him. And there was no reason to keep it. He made his way upstairs, unlocked the door to Jaejoong’s room, and stood there, watching dust float around. Jaejoong would kill him if he saw that Yunho had let this much dust gather.
Yunho went down the hall and while he cleaned, and cried, and thought about things, he decided that he had to stop ignoring the problem and really find a place for Jaejoong to go.
He had to move on.
A moment later, his phone beeped with a text message.
~ … ~
Three dots, from a number not in his phone, but one he’d remember until his last dying breath. He hit reply, and then had no idea what else to say.
+ … ? +
~ … I … please ~
Yunho’s heart contracted.
+ where are you? are you okay? +
~ I’m … ~
The doorbell rang.
Yunho looked down at his phone, up towards the front door, and then back at his phone. He was up and downstairs before he even realized he’d moved. He flung the door open, and his heart stopped.
Jae was there, brown eyes cold and empty, hiding whatever pain was warring in his heart.
Yunho stared at him for long minutes.
“Well?” Jae finally demanded.
“Sorry,” Yunho said and moved to the side to let Jaejoong in.
Jaejoong stood next to the door for a moment. He was in jeans and a t-shirt, hair pinned back from his face. His eyes were bloodshot, his skin red, and Yunho had never thought he looked more beautiful. Jae looked every where but at Yunho.
“I … I didn’t know where else to go,” Jae said and then moved further into the house.
Yunho stood frozen as footsteps pounded up the stairs, and then a door slammed.
It took him a few long moments until he followed.
Part 15: realizations at home
Part 13: finding pleasure
Part 12: losing innocence
Part 11: moving on
Part 10: kisses
Part 9: emotional drama
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 14:
“You sure you’re going to be okay?” Yoochun asked again.
Jae rolled his eyes. “Yes. I’ll be fine. It’s not like you’re going to be gone forever. I can live without you for three days. Don’t think your SuSu can though.”
They both looked over at the guy in question. Junsu was pacing. His parents were on their way to pick him up for the long weekend.
Yoochun sighed. “The kid is not good at lying. I’m going to be surprised if he shows back up.”
“What?”
“He said if his parents found out, they’d take them to a special school that is set up to get rid of gayness.”
Jae looked at Yoochun for a moment and burst out laughing. “Are you kidding me?”
He shook his head.
“They have schools for that?”
“Yeah.”
“Yoochun!” Junsu suddenly shouted and was across the quad and hugging him tightly. “They’re going to kill me. I’m going to hell, I … shit, I’m in so much trouble, they’ll never let me repent for this and they’re going to know and oh my god, what am I supposed to do?”
Yoochun held him tightly and whispered reassurances in his ear. Jae smiled, and then yelped when someone slapped his ass.
“Changmin, you fucker!” Jae said and punched him in the shoulder.
Changmin smirked.
“I hate it when you do that.”
Both Changmin and Yoochun scoffed.
“Okay, so I hate it when you do it outside of the bedroom,” Jae said.
“My parents are waiting. You want to meet them?”
Jae stopped breathing. “Are you insane? No.”
Changmin looked hurt, but Yoochun said quickly, “Jae, don’t be an ass.”
Jae softened his glare and said, “I …”
“You’re my friend, hyung,” Changmin said. “That’s all they know. That’s all they’ll ever know.”
“Pussy,” Yoochun sang, and Jaejoong glared at him.
“Fine,” he snapped and grabbed Changmin’s elbow and dragged him toward a red car. There was a tall man, a shorter woman and a little girl. The little girl spotted Changmin and squealed.
“Oppa!” She launched herself at him, and Changmin caught her and spun her in a circle.
“MinJi! How’s my grown up girl?”
“I miss you!”
“I miss you!”
MinJi looked at Jaejoong and her eyes went wide. “You’re pretty,” she said.
“Thank you,” Jaejoong replied.
“MinJi, this is Jaejoong. He’s my friend.”
“It’s good to meet you, Jaejoong-shi.”
Jaejoong smiled at her and then Changmin walked over to his parents. Jae was never good with parents. His reputation in his home area was well documented, and he was a bit blown away when Changmin’s parents greeted him and he bowed ninety degrees trying to formulate how to talk to them, but Changmin’s mom went on and on about how Changmin was talking about Jaejoong who was so nice to him and took care of him and treated him like a real friend, and it made Jaejoong blush and then suddenly it was over and Changmin hugged him tightly.
Arms shaking, Jae hugged him back.
“Three days without me,” Changmin whispered. “When I get back, your ass better be ready for me.”
Jae chuckled. “It will be. Lubed and stretched with me on my stomach waiting for you.”
Changmin shivered and then pushed him away, landing a quick kiss to his cheek.
Jae waited until Changmin and his family had driven away, little MinJi turning to wave goodbye. He went back to YooSu. Yoochun held Junsu’s shaking body tightly.
“God, my parents are going to kill me,” Junsu muttered again.
“Well, if you don’t let me go and they drive up, you’re going to have to-”
Junsu eeped and pushed away from him. “Oh my god, I’m going to die.” His face was so pale.
Yoochun frowned. “Do you regret it then?” he demanded.
Junsu’s mouth opened, eyes wide. “Of course not, Chunnie, but I … god, I’m going to die.”
Yoochun smiled and shook his head. “Remember, just don’t offer information. Unless they specifically ask you something don’t tell them anything. That’s not lying, Junsu.”
Junsu frowned.
“Oh, dear, that has to be yours,” Jae said, catching sight of a perfectly black Lincoln Town Car pulling into the quad roundabout.
“I’m so fucking dead,” Junsu said. He shook both of their hands. “Please excuse me for not kissing you goodbye, but yeah … come to my funeral?”
They laughed.
“Just go, you dork. It’ll be fine,” Yoochun said.
Junsu took one more deep breath, and then he nodded, turned around and with determined steps, headed to the car.
“He’s dead,” Jae said, as a driver opened the back door for Junsu.
Yoochun laughed. “Yes. He is. Can we go back to the dorms now?”
Jae laughed.
“Unless you …”
Jae waved him away. “I told you I would.”
“I don’t want you because you have to.”
Jae smiled. “Chunnie, come on. It’s you. I always want you.”
“You’re such a liar. You want Changmin.”
Jae didn’t reply to that and headed back to the dorms.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea, anyway,” Yoochun said behind him.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re practically Changmin’s boyfriend.”
“I was Yunho’s boyfriend and that never stopped you from fucking me whenever you wanted.”
“You and I both know that this is completely different.”
“Look, if you want some so badly, go knock on Heechul’s door.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip. He followed Jae all the way to his room. “I can’t do that. It feels …”
“What?”
“I don’t know. But if Su found out I fucked Heechul again, I’d feel bad.”
“But you don’t feel bad for fucking me?”
“Well, I know you’re not going to tell him.”
Jae crossed his arms and shook his head. “That’s called guilt, remember? It’s something I learned from you awhile ago.”
“Fuck, Jaejoong. It’s not that, it’s just. I haven’t had sex in three weeks.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Oh you poor thing.”
“Either fuck off or let me fuck you,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong walked up to him, didn’t touch him, but got in his face. “Beg me for it.”
“I hate you.”
“Not begging.” Jae turned around. Yoochun caught the sleeve of his shirt. Jae looked down at his fingers, and then up at his face.
Yoochun met his eyes for only a moment and then dropped his eyes and his hand.
“Please,” Yoochun whispered, barely loud enough for Jaejoong to hear.
A shiver of excitement shot through Jaejoong. God, had it really been that long since he’d fucked and or been fucked by Yoochun?
Jae took Yoochun’s face in his hands and lifted his face for a brief kiss. When was the last time, he’d even kissed his best friend?
Yoochun whimpered, his body shaking with need. His hard cock pressed into Jae’s thigh.
“Please,” he said again. “I need you.”
Jae pushed him backwards until they were situated on the bed, with Jaejoong hovering over him.
“Chunnie?” Jae said as he laid kisses over Yoochun’s jaw and neck.
“What?”
“You do realize that the minute we do this it becomes wrong, right?”
Yoochun whimpered, eyes shut. He opened his mouth, to beg again, but Jae shut it with his lips.
“I’m not kind of, sort of Changmin’s boyfriend,” Jae whispered. “I am his boyfriend, and fuck if you say you aren’t Junsu’s boyfriend, you need to have a serious look at what your relationship with him has turned into.”
“Please, Jaejoong. Fucking shut up. Please.”
Jae sighed. “When did I become the rational one capable of logical thought in this relationship?”
“You corrupted me.”
Jae sat back, on Yoochun’s knees and pondered him for a moment. He nodded. “You’re right. I did. And you taught me that life isn’t all about sex. So now where are we?”
“Both with fucking hard cocks and the perfect time to get rid of them with each other while our boyfriends are away.”
“I can’t, Yoochun. I can’t sit here and kiss you and think of Changmin. It’s not fair to Changmin at all.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut tight and he took a deep breath. “Get off me,” he said, voice low.
“Chunnie-“
“Don’t, Jaejoong. I'm not quite sure how I was the one protesting and now you are, but fuck, you’re right. I’m wrong.” Yoochun scrambled out Jae’s body, sitting up before curling his legs around and swinging them over and he was off the bed, headed to the door.
“Yoochun, stop.” Jae’s heart was hurting and he knew Yoochun was so upset.
Yoochun stopped with his hand on the doorknob. “A promise of you before everyone else, do you remember that, Jaejoong? The whole ‘you’re the most important person in my life’ thing.”
“So that only means sex now?” Jae demanded. “You’re horny because Junsu won’t put out, so throw that in my face so I’ll fuck you.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed.
“Junsu likes you,” Jae said. “He likes you. You can’t just fuck around on him, and I’m included in that.”
“I liked you,” he said quietly, “when we were fifteen. And I watched you do it, and I learned to cope, because if I wanted even a single part of you then I had to learn to deal with it.”
Jae wondered when he started crying. “This is …”
“Different, I know. It’s always different when it’s you, isn’t it? Look, it’s not that I don’t care about Junsu or his feelings, but I don’t love him. You don’t love Changmin. I love you.”
“Then tell me you understand. I know you’re not happy with it, but please tell me you understand.”
“Yes, I understand.”
And he was gone, slamming the door. Jae winced, heart constricting, trying to get a handle on what just happened. He pulled his No-longer-smells-like-Yunho-but-now-smells-like-Changmin pillow to his chest. A tear trailed down his face and into his ear. He sighed in annoyance and wiped it away.
Yoochun didn’t understand.
No one understood anything.
Even Changmin didn’t get it sometimes. Didn’t understand that Jaejoong didn’t want him to hold him. That Jaejoong needed to be punished. That Jaejoong needed his best friend before he needed anyone else.
Was his love for Yoochun seriously going to be a wedge in his relationship with Changmin? It felt like it, because he wanted to fuck Yoochun. His body still thrummed with lust for Yoochun’s body and his hands and his skin and his lips. But suddenly, after almost five years of continuous messing around, Jaejoong was no longer allowed.
And he hated it. And he hated Changmin for it, even if it wasn’t his fault.
There was only one person who Jae could ask about this, but he didn’t want to. Not at all.
But without Changmin, without Yoochun, fuck even without Junsu, Jaejoong was so alone. His heart ached for home. The other three were going home. And where was Jaejoong’s home? Being with Yoochun was the closest he had to the feeling of security of home, but with Yoochun upset and probably already gone, he had no one else. There was really only one place that Jaejoong had ever called his home, and it wasn’t this stupid dorm room or the houses and apartments he’d been shuttled to.
~+~+~+~+~
Yunho woke up warm and comfortable. And to the smell of coffee. His eyes opened and Donghae sat next to him, only in boxers, sipping on a cup.
“Please tell me you brought me a cup,” Yunho said.
Donghae grinned. “Of course.”
Yunho sat up and took the proffered cup, sipping on it slowly. “What are you reading?”
“Don’t know. Some economic magazine you had lying around.”
“Interesting?”
“Not as interesting as you being naked under that blanket.”
Yunho chuckled. “Let me wake up first.”
Donghae turned to him with a sexy look. “I almost didn’t.”
“What are you doing today?” Yunho asked as the first stirrings of lust shot through him.
“Besides you? Not much. Check on the horses, ride you. Eat something. Swallow something.”
“In that order?”
Donghae licked his lips. “No. I want to ride you first.”
Yunho sat his half empty cup of coffee on his nightstand, and then lay back against the pillows. “You’re the cowboy.”
Donghae tossed the magazine off the bed and with a feral grin crawled over Yunho’s body.
It wasn’t the first time that Yunho compared something Donghae did with something Jaejoong used to do. It wouldn’t be the last. Not for a long while. He much preferred Jaejoong’s lithe body over him. Donghae was beyond attractive with muscles and sex appeal, but he was also funny and cute and cared about everyone and everything.
It was this selflessness that Yunho found most attractive about him. Selflessness that did not manifest in the bedroom, and Yunho rather missed being ordered around and demanded things of.
He missed Jaejoong.
But the other had made no effort to contact him, and even his texts to Yoochun were getting few and far between.
He missed Jaejoong in his bed. Even as Donghae slipped Yunho’s cock into his well-fucked hole and rode him, Yunho missed the beauty of Jaejoong, the sheer wildness in him, the passion, the lust.
He missed Jaejoong after, cuddling and finding that spot next to him that Donghae just couldn’t fill. And he missed the little noises that Jae made while he slept. He missed slamming Jaejoong up against the wall in the shower, and taking him bent over a chair or the kitchen counter.
After Donghae had left and he had extracted a promise from Yunho to meet for dinner, Yunho stood in the middle of his living room and sighed.
He had to move. This house was too big for just him. And there was no reason to keep it. He made his way upstairs, unlocked the door to Jaejoong’s room, and stood there, watching dust float around. Jaejoong would kill him if he saw that Yunho had let this much dust gather.
Yunho went down the hall and while he cleaned, and cried, and thought about things, he decided that he had to stop ignoring the problem and really find a place for Jaejoong to go.
He had to move on.
A moment later, his phone beeped with a text message.
~ … ~
Three dots, from a number not in his phone, but one he’d remember until his last dying breath. He hit reply, and then had no idea what else to say.
+ … ? +
~ … I … please ~
Yunho’s heart contracted.
+ where are you? are you okay? +
~ I’m … ~
The doorbell rang.
Yunho looked down at his phone, up towards the front door, and then back at his phone. He was up and downstairs before he even realized he’d moved. He flung the door open, and his heart stopped.
Jae was there, brown eyes cold and empty, hiding whatever pain was warring in his heart.
Yunho stared at him for long minutes.
“Well?” Jae finally demanded.
“Sorry,” Yunho said and moved to the side to let Jaejoong in.
Jaejoong stood next to the door for a moment. He was in jeans and a t-shirt, hair pinned back from his face. His eyes were bloodshot, his skin red, and Yunho had never thought he looked more beautiful. Jae looked every where but at Yunho.
“I … I didn’t know where else to go,” Jae said and then moved further into the house.
Yunho stood frozen as footsteps pounded up the stairs, and then a door slammed.
It took him a few long moments until he followed.
Part 15: realizations at home
Part 13: finding pleasure
Part 12: losing innocence
Part 11: moving on
Part 10: kisses
Part 9: emotional drama
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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