Smarty Smarty 21/?
Title: Smarty Smarty 21/?
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 21:
Just outside the others’ door, Changmin stopped. “I … I can’t do this, Su.”
“Why not?” Su whispered back.
“I …”
“Would you rather not have him at all? And think of it this way. You’re with him, but if you see something else you like, then you can have that, too.”
Changmin stared at him.
Junsu put his arms around Changmin’s neck. “You’re looking at me like you see something you like.”
“Don’t be so cliché.”
“Don’t be so chicken shit.”
“If I walk in there and they’re fucking, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“I do.”
“What?”
“Join them. Yoochun owes me a blow job.”
Changmin shut his eyes. “This new you is weirding me out.”
Junsu chuckled. “And for the first time, I feel … fine. You know. Like … like, yeah, I’m going to burn in hell, but all of you are going to burn with me. Stop stalling.”
Changmin sighed. He bent down and kissed Junsu briefly. “If I can’t do this, then I want to do you.”
“Fine. But you’ll have to share me with Yoochun, you know. He gets me first.”
“This is fucked up.”
“Yes, it is.”
Junsu reached behind Changmin and opened the door. Changmin turned in Junsu’s arms, and with one more deep breath, he entered the room. Yoochun and Jaejoong were curled up on Jaejoong’s bed, though Jae was under the blanket and Yoochun wasn’t. Jae lay on his back, Yoochun on his side. One hand was resting on Jae’s stomach.
They both looked over at the same time. Their eyes widened in surprise at the same time.
“Half of a whole,” Changmin muttered.
Junsu’s arms stayed around his stomach. “Go get him,” he whispered against Changmin’s neck. “Be dominating.”
Changmin nodded once, and Junsu released him. Changmin went to the other bed, trying to calm his shaking hands. He wasn’t sure if he had the right to do this when the two of them obviously loved each other so much.
Just do it, his inner slutty!Su told him.
He crawled on the bed, trapping both of them there with his arms and legs. He held Yoochun’s eyes, unable to look at Jaejoong, but in the corner of his eye, he saw Jaejoong biting his lower lip. Changmin took one more stabilizing breath, and then before he could talk himself out of it, he bent down and kissed Yoochun. Yoochun gasped in surprise, but didn’t stop him, nor did they close their eyes. It was a brief kiss, soft, and only a touch of tongue.
Jae whimpered.
Changmin pulled away. “Mind if I chat with your soul mate?”
Yoochun scoffed. “Nope. Not at all.”
Changmin moved enough for Yoochun crawl out from under him.
“Changmin-“ Jae said.
“No,” Changmin said, and turned his full attention to Jaejoong. “You are going to shut up and you are going to let me talk. Is that going to be a problem?”
Jae swallowed and shook his head.
“Hey, Min.”
Changmin turned to Junsu. The smirk on his lips looked out of place. He held out a necktie.
“Just in case.”
Changmin smiled. “Good idea, Su.” Changmin took the tie, folded it once and then slipped it under Jae’s head. Jae couldn’t move, his arms were trapped under the blankets.
“Changmin,” Jae said in disbelief.
He shook his head and tied the fabric, shifting it until it was in Jae’s mouth. He tightened it and finished tying the knots.
Yoochun chuckled. “Don’t be surprised if he gets an erection from that,” he said.
“So? If he gets turned on, it’s more torture for him,” Changmin said. “And he totally deserves to be tortured.”
Jae tried to move and his eyes rolled back with a moan. Changmin shifted one more time, enough to free Jae’s arms and then take him by the wrists and pin them above Jae’s head.
“Now. Listen.”
Jae nodded.
“This is entirely unfair, but I get it. Okay? Yoochun told me you were going to break my heart, and I guess it’s my own fault that I thought you wouldn’t. I am definitely a little bit in love with you, but again, Yoochun says that’s normal. That everyone falls in love with you even if you’re a bastard, or maybe because you’re a bastard, I’m not sure. But Junsu, who is from now on to be known as Slutty Su, says that this is good for us, since we’re so new to the gay thing, that we don’t have to settle down with you two. And by the way, Yoochun has taught Junsu to kiss very, very well.”
“You kissed him?” Yoochun said in surprise.
“Well, yeah,” Junsu said. “If you and Jae get to play around with each other, why can’t we?”
“You have a point,” Yoochun said.
Jae’s gaze flicked to Yoochun and settled back on Changmin.
“And,” Changmin said, leaning forward so his lips just barely brushed against Jae’s cheek. “Slutty Su may have mentioned that for being a douche and for making us make this choice, you should be punished.”
Jae’s eyes went wide and he said something behind the gag.
“But I don’t know,” Changmin said. He sat back, and right on Jae’s crotch where there was indeed a hard cock. “I think you may like it too much. So instead, you are going to stay right here. You are not to touch yourself or to move, except your head to watch.”
With those instructions, Changmin let Jaejoong go and climbed off his lap. Jae’s eyes shut with a whimper, but he didn’t move, arms staying above his head.
Changmin walked over to YooSu on the other bed.
“You’re evil,” Yoochun said with a smile.
“He deserves it.”
Yoochun nodded. “And what do I deserve?” he asked with a grin. “It’s not like this is just Jaejoong’s fault.”
“True.” Changmin looked at Junsu. “What do you think? What does he deserve?”
Junsu grinned. He pushed Yoochun’s shoulders to the bed and then straddled his waist. “Driven mad by desire? Does that sound good?”
Yoochun moaned and leaned up to kiss him, but Junsu moved away with a laugh.
Changmin snapped his fingers. “I forgot.”
“What?” Junsu asked.
Changmin moved to Jaejoong’s dresser. “Oh, something you mentioned before.” He opened Jae’s drawer of toys. There were so many of them, and Changmin swallowed, a bit intimidated, but he knew what he was looking for. There was a little baggie full of them, and he pulled out a blue, rubber cock ring.
“Does this need to be cleaned or anything?” he asked Yoochun.
“No. Jae takes care of his toys. If it’s in the drawer, it’s already been washed and stuff.”
Changmin nodded. He stood at the end of Jaejoong’s bed. He took the blanket in one hand and tugged until it was on the floor. Jae didn’t move, but his body was shaking, eyes wide. Changmin climbed up on the bed, legs trapping Jaejoong’s. He unbuttoned Jae’s jeans and pulled them and his boxers off at once. Jae moaned, hips arching.
“Did I say you could move?” Changmin asked with a slap on Jae’s hip.
Jae whimpered, but held still. Changmin finished taking the clothes off. He straddled Jae’s knees. Jae’s hard cock jerked against his stomach. Changmin ran a finger down the length of it, pulling a full body shiver from Jaejoong. He touched Jae’s cock only long enough to slide the cock ring over him and cinch it tight.
“Better,” Changmin said. With a tiny flick against the head of Jae’s cock, Changmin climbed off him. “Hands and knees. Now.”
Jae’s eyes went impossibly wider, but he scrambled to do as he was told.
Changmin looked over at the other two. “Think you can handle Yoochun’s punishment on your own?”
Junsu shot a feral smile at Yoochun. “I’m sure I can think of something to do to him.”
“Um, do you want us to leave, Min?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin smirked at Jaejoong. “No. Punishments are more fulfilling if there’s an audience to see it.”
Jae’s eyes went wide again.
Yoochun chuckled. “Someone’s been watching too much porn.”
Changmin smiled. “That is a direct quote from Jaejoong, actually.”
Yoochun laughed. “Why am I not surprised?”
Jaejoong made a noise, and Changmin fought not to turn to him and acknowledge him. He watched as Junsu turned Yoochun’s face to his and said, “You’re talking too much. Less talking, more begging for forgiveness.”
“Can I beg you with my lips?”
“Yes.”
Their lips met and Junsu lowered his body onto Yoochun’s.
Jae whimpered again. This time Changmin turned to him, but only long enough to slap his hip. “Be quiet. Watch them.”
YooSu’s kiss deepened. Junsu tangled hands in Yoochun’s hair, pulling mewls of pleasure from Yoochun’s throat as he tugged. Junsu lowered his hips and thrust against Yoochun’s body. Yoochun broke away from the kiss with a moan.
“Oh, god,” Yoochun said, hands settling on Junsu’s hips. He tightened his grip and thrust up as Junsu kissed down his neck. Agile fingers unbuttoned his shirt.
“Who are you and what have you done with Junsu?” Yoochun said.
“Why do you guys keep saying that?” Junsu demanded and sat up. He crossed his arms. “It’s all your fault. Being naked and sexy and kissing each other and telling me how good it is. And now that I know, you’re all like-ooh, what, what? I’m so confused.”
Changmin chuckled.
Junsu grinned at Yoochun as he pulled his own t-shirt over his head. “It’s about time the two of you suffer the consequences of your actions.” He climbed off Yoochun and said, “Now, strip.”
Yoochun looked over at Jaejoong, but Jaejoong’s eyes were so full of lust that he got no help from them.
Junsu twisted Yoochun’s nipple.
Yoochun cried out.
“I said strip. I want to see you naked. Take your damn clothes off.”
“Okay, okay.”
Yoochun unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them and his boxers off. His shirt and the tank top underneath soon joined the pile on the floor.
“Good,” Junsu said. “Now, be a good boy, don’t touch me and let me play, okay?”
Yoochun smiled and nodded. He put his hands above his head.
Changmin watched a bit longer as Junsu’s lips and tongue attacked the skin of Yoochun’s neck and shoulders. The bed shivered and he remembered his own captive. He turned, meeting Jae’s begging eyes. Changmin, heart still hurting a bit, licked his lips and whispered, “This is hard for me. I … I don’t want to share you, but I will if I have to.”
With that, he moved behind Jaejoong.
Junsu said to let his frustrations out, and it was Jaejoong’s fault anyway. Or at least it was easiest to blame Jaejoong. Without a warning touch, Changmin brought his hand down on Jae’s ass sharply.
Jaejoong jerked and yelped. The other two jumped, but after a single look and a smirk, Junsu went back to teasing Yoochun’s skin.
“Don’t hold back, Min,” Yoochun said, gasping as Junsu’s mouth surrounded his nipple. “Jaejoong hasn’t had a good spanking for months.”
Changmin stared at the spot of skin at it turned pink from his slap. The excuse ‘but I don’t want to hurt you’ was no longer true. Changmin spanked him again, this time accompanied by a moan from Jaejoong. After the fourth one, he lost track. The moans from the other bed molded with the moans and yelps from Jaejoong. His hand stung, Jae’s creamy skin blossomed deep red under the assault.
“Fuck, Junsu,” Yoochun shouted.
Junsu chuckled. “Yeah, baby?”
Changmin stopped, that moment somehow breaking him from the spell. He looked over at the other two. Junsu was licking Yoochun’s thighs, one hand wrapped around Yoochun’s erection.
Jaejoong’s whole body shook. His back shone with sweat. His head dropped low, but he stayed on his hands and knees. Changmin’s cock was so hard. He ran his hands up and down Jae’s ass and thighs before spreading him open. He leaned down and licked Jae’s hole.
Jae cried out, back arching, and one elbow collapsed, but he pushed up before he could fall.
Changmin licked him again, the heat of his skin transferring to Changmin’s face as it pressed against Jae’s ass.
A steady whimper streamed from behind the tie in his mouth.
“God, that’s hot,” Junsu said.
Yoochun chuckled. “Yes, it is.”
It wasn’t the first time he rimmed Jaejoong, but it was the longest. He knew he was stalling. He was going to fuck Jaejoong, but as soon as he did, he made this arrangement okay. He gave up his right to win Jaejoong’s heart; it belonged to Yoochun.
And if it belonged to Yoochun, did he have any right to try for it? To fight for it?
Junsu was right. He was too young to just settle for Jaejoong. But Jaejoong was only a year older and already he’d settled with Yoochun. Changmin knew that no matter what happened in any of their lives that Yoochun and Jaejoong would always be right by each other.
Changmin pulled away from Jae’s ass. Almost absentmindedly, he ran his fingertip up and down the slick crack, around the clenching entrance.
He kneeled.
God, this was fucked up. He could take everything from Jaejoong, but after this, he was still going to be left with nothing.
He pressed the head of his cock against Jae’s entrance. He wasn’t prepped at all, but something told Changmin that Jaejoong wouldn’t give a fuck. Another slap landed on Jae’s ass, and then another. After the third, Changmin pushed in, breaching him, forcing him open. Jae cried out, screaming behind the gag as his elbows finally collapsed. Only the grip Changmin had on his hips kept him up. He moved without giving Jae time to adjust, in and out, fast until their bodies smacked together, and Jae’s constant whimpers filled the room.
There was a touch on his cheek and he jerked around, slowing his violent thrusts.
Junsu smiled at him. “We’re going to go to your room, okay?”
Changmin nodded. Junsu smiled, and then looked down at Changmin’s cock disappearing into Jae’s body.
“Sexy,” he said and touched a single fingertip to Changmin’s cock. Changmin’s eyes shut with a groan and he sped up, cock scraping in and out of Jae’s body.
Junsu kissed Changmin, quick and deep, and said, “Next time you see me, I doubt I’ll be a virgin. So get a good look.”
Changmin laughed and did as he was told. He took one hand off Jae’s hips and stroked Junsu’s half hard cock. Junsu moaned and kissed him again.
“Hey now,” Yoochun said, pulling Junsu away. “It was your idea to leave. You want to stay now?”
Junsu broke from Changmin’s lips and smiled. “No. Let’s go.”
They slipped on sweats and left the room. As soon as the door shut behind them, Changmin pulled out from Jae’s hole, leaving it open and stretched. He touched his finger to the rim.
“On your back,” Changmin said and slapped Jae’s hip.
Jae collapsed, back rising and falling with his deep breaths. It took a minute, but Jae managed to roll over. Changmin grabbed behind his knees, pushed up and forced his cock into Jae again. He fucked him like that for only a moment, and then let go of Jae’s legs and leaned over him. He landed with his elbows on the side of Jae’s face. He tugged on the gag until it slipped from Jae’s mouth.
After allowing him only one deep breath, Changmin stole his breath again with a greedy, needy, violent kiss. He moved his hips faster, deeper, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Jae whimpered into the kiss. Shaking hands settled on Changmin’s sides, slid up his sweaty back, nails scraped his skin.
With a gasp, Changmin broke away, buried his face at Jaejoong’s neck and whimpered as pleasure wracked his body. His hands tangled in Jaejoong’s hair, pulling as he cried out, deep, emotional. His body shook, and he closed his mouth around a patch of skin on Jae’s neck, biting and screaming into it as he came hard into Jae’s body.
He couldn’t stop the tears that dripped down his face, but they mingled with sweat and were lost on shivering skin. His breath was harsh in the silence.
Jae was still moving, whimpering.
Changmin pushed up to his hands, hovering over him. He took a breath for control and said with a smirk, “You okay, Jaejoong?”
Jae’s eyes shut and he whimpered. His hips lifted. Changmin pushed in quickly to keep from slipping out of him.
“Please, Minnie. Please.”
Jae twisted below him, head thrashing back and forth. Changmin continued to move slowly in and out of him.
“I really like you, hyung,” Changmin said. “I do. But …”
Changmin sighed. He reached between their bodies and loosened the cock ring. He wrapped his hand around Jae’s cock. Jae cried out, nails digging into Changmin’s arm. After only two strokes of Changmin’s hand, Jae’s body arched off the bed and he screamed as come arched high, splattering on his chest and stomach.
His body went limp, chest heaving with deep breaths.
Changmin let him rest for a moment, and then pressed closer, pushing his hands under Jae’s hips. They shifted to the side, bodies flush, and Changmin held him tightly. It took Jaejoong a bit longer to return the strong embrace. His lips pressed along Changmin’s collar bone.
“I’m sorry, Minnie. I am. I … we shouldn’t have … I don’t know what. But … I need to apologize for something, don’t I? I like you, too. You’re amazing.”
“But you don’t love me?”
“Do you love me?”
“No, but it’s like you’ve taken that option away, no matter what happens.”
Jae sighed. He shut his eyes as Changmin leaned away. Their lips met in a tender kiss.
“We’re still friends, though,” Changmin whispered against his lips. “Always friends.”
Jae wrapped his arms tightly around Changmin’s neck. “Good.”
A few minutes later, Changmin pushed him away and smirked. “So?”
“So what?”
“Did you enjoy getting your ass spanked?”
Jae laughed. “God, yes. Fuck, yes. I’m going to be shifting in my seat in class tomorrow.”
“Good.”
“Where’d our voyeurs go?”
“Su says they went to my room.”
“God, Yoochun better be fucking that ass.”
Changmin laughed. “With Junsu’s sudden eagerness, I’m putting my money on Junsu topping.”
Jae shook his head. “Nope. Yoochun has been fantasizing about that ass for weeks.”
“Wanna bet on it?”
Jae smirked. “Sure. The prize?”
“If you win, sex with some of those toys in your drawer,” Changmin said.
“And if you win?”
“You top me.”
Jae’s eyes went wide. “What?”
“I know you’re a cock whore, but I still want to know what it’s like.”
“Yoochun can top you.”
“While I top you?”
“Threesome?”
“Foursome?”
Jae laughed. “Oh god. Too much. Too much.”
Changmin smiled, leaned down and kissed him. “Not enough. Can I have some more?” He rotated his hips.
Jae’s eyes rolled back with a whimper.
“I will take that as a yes.”
Part 22: virginity, and blow jobs and lube ... oh my!
Part 20: decisions, decisions, decisions
Part 19: postponing the present
Part 18: confronting the past
Part 17: more understanding
Part 16: understanding
Part 15: realizations at home
Part 14: the visit 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 21:
Just outside the others’ door, Changmin stopped. “I … I can’t do this, Su.”
“Why not?” Su whispered back.
“I …”
“Would you rather not have him at all? And think of it this way. You’re with him, but if you see something else you like, then you can have that, too.”
Changmin stared at him.
Junsu put his arms around Changmin’s neck. “You’re looking at me like you see something you like.”
“Don’t be so cliché.”
“Don’t be so chicken shit.”
“If I walk in there and they’re fucking, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“I do.”
“What?”
“Join them. Yoochun owes me a blow job.”
Changmin shut his eyes. “This new you is weirding me out.”
Junsu chuckled. “And for the first time, I feel … fine. You know. Like … like, yeah, I’m going to burn in hell, but all of you are going to burn with me. Stop stalling.”
Changmin sighed. He bent down and kissed Junsu briefly. “If I can’t do this, then I want to do you.”
“Fine. But you’ll have to share me with Yoochun, you know. He gets me first.”
“This is fucked up.”
“Yes, it is.”
Junsu reached behind Changmin and opened the door. Changmin turned in Junsu’s arms, and with one more deep breath, he entered the room. Yoochun and Jaejoong were curled up on Jaejoong’s bed, though Jae was under the blanket and Yoochun wasn’t. Jae lay on his back, Yoochun on his side. One hand was resting on Jae’s stomach.
They both looked over at the same time. Their eyes widened in surprise at the same time.
“Half of a whole,” Changmin muttered.
Junsu’s arms stayed around his stomach. “Go get him,” he whispered against Changmin’s neck. “Be dominating.”
Changmin nodded once, and Junsu released him. Changmin went to the other bed, trying to calm his shaking hands. He wasn’t sure if he had the right to do this when the two of them obviously loved each other so much.
Just do it, his inner slutty!Su told him.
He crawled on the bed, trapping both of them there with his arms and legs. He held Yoochun’s eyes, unable to look at Jaejoong, but in the corner of his eye, he saw Jaejoong biting his lower lip. Changmin took one more stabilizing breath, and then before he could talk himself out of it, he bent down and kissed Yoochun. Yoochun gasped in surprise, but didn’t stop him, nor did they close their eyes. It was a brief kiss, soft, and only a touch of tongue.
Jae whimpered.
Changmin pulled away. “Mind if I chat with your soul mate?”
Yoochun scoffed. “Nope. Not at all.”
Changmin moved enough for Yoochun crawl out from under him.
“Changmin-“ Jae said.
“No,” Changmin said, and turned his full attention to Jaejoong. “You are going to shut up and you are going to let me talk. Is that going to be a problem?”
Jae swallowed and shook his head.
“Hey, Min.”
Changmin turned to Junsu. The smirk on his lips looked out of place. He held out a necktie.
“Just in case.”
Changmin smiled. “Good idea, Su.” Changmin took the tie, folded it once and then slipped it under Jae’s head. Jae couldn’t move, his arms were trapped under the blankets.
“Changmin,” Jae said in disbelief.
He shook his head and tied the fabric, shifting it until it was in Jae’s mouth. He tightened it and finished tying the knots.
Yoochun chuckled. “Don’t be surprised if he gets an erection from that,” he said.
“So? If he gets turned on, it’s more torture for him,” Changmin said. “And he totally deserves to be tortured.”
Jae tried to move and his eyes rolled back with a moan. Changmin shifted one more time, enough to free Jae’s arms and then take him by the wrists and pin them above Jae’s head.
“Now. Listen.”
Jae nodded.
“This is entirely unfair, but I get it. Okay? Yoochun told me you were going to break my heart, and I guess it’s my own fault that I thought you wouldn’t. I am definitely a little bit in love with you, but again, Yoochun says that’s normal. That everyone falls in love with you even if you’re a bastard, or maybe because you’re a bastard, I’m not sure. But Junsu, who is from now on to be known as Slutty Su, says that this is good for us, since we’re so new to the gay thing, that we don’t have to settle down with you two. And by the way, Yoochun has taught Junsu to kiss very, very well.”
“You kissed him?” Yoochun said in surprise.
“Well, yeah,” Junsu said. “If you and Jae get to play around with each other, why can’t we?”
“You have a point,” Yoochun said.
Jae’s gaze flicked to Yoochun and settled back on Changmin.
“And,” Changmin said, leaning forward so his lips just barely brushed against Jae’s cheek. “Slutty Su may have mentioned that for being a douche and for making us make this choice, you should be punished.”
Jae’s eyes went wide and he said something behind the gag.
“But I don’t know,” Changmin said. He sat back, and right on Jae’s crotch where there was indeed a hard cock. “I think you may like it too much. So instead, you are going to stay right here. You are not to touch yourself or to move, except your head to watch.”
With those instructions, Changmin let Jaejoong go and climbed off his lap. Jae’s eyes shut with a whimper, but he didn’t move, arms staying above his head.
Changmin walked over to YooSu on the other bed.
“You’re evil,” Yoochun said with a smile.
“He deserves it.”
Yoochun nodded. “And what do I deserve?” he asked with a grin. “It’s not like this is just Jaejoong’s fault.”
“True.” Changmin looked at Junsu. “What do you think? What does he deserve?”
Junsu grinned. He pushed Yoochun’s shoulders to the bed and then straddled his waist. “Driven mad by desire? Does that sound good?”
Yoochun moaned and leaned up to kiss him, but Junsu moved away with a laugh.
Changmin snapped his fingers. “I forgot.”
“What?” Junsu asked.
Changmin moved to Jaejoong’s dresser. “Oh, something you mentioned before.” He opened Jae’s drawer of toys. There were so many of them, and Changmin swallowed, a bit intimidated, but he knew what he was looking for. There was a little baggie full of them, and he pulled out a blue, rubber cock ring.
“Does this need to be cleaned or anything?” he asked Yoochun.
“No. Jae takes care of his toys. If it’s in the drawer, it’s already been washed and stuff.”
Changmin nodded. He stood at the end of Jaejoong’s bed. He took the blanket in one hand and tugged until it was on the floor. Jae didn’t move, but his body was shaking, eyes wide. Changmin climbed up on the bed, legs trapping Jaejoong’s. He unbuttoned Jae’s jeans and pulled them and his boxers off at once. Jae moaned, hips arching.
“Did I say you could move?” Changmin asked with a slap on Jae’s hip.
Jae whimpered, but held still. Changmin finished taking the clothes off. He straddled Jae’s knees. Jae’s hard cock jerked against his stomach. Changmin ran a finger down the length of it, pulling a full body shiver from Jaejoong. He touched Jae’s cock only long enough to slide the cock ring over him and cinch it tight.
“Better,” Changmin said. With a tiny flick against the head of Jae’s cock, Changmin climbed off him. “Hands and knees. Now.”
Jae’s eyes went impossibly wider, but he scrambled to do as he was told.
Changmin looked over at the other two. “Think you can handle Yoochun’s punishment on your own?”
Junsu shot a feral smile at Yoochun. “I’m sure I can think of something to do to him.”
“Um, do you want us to leave, Min?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin smirked at Jaejoong. “No. Punishments are more fulfilling if there’s an audience to see it.”
Jae’s eyes went wide again.
Yoochun chuckled. “Someone’s been watching too much porn.”
Changmin smiled. “That is a direct quote from Jaejoong, actually.”
Yoochun laughed. “Why am I not surprised?”
Jaejoong made a noise, and Changmin fought not to turn to him and acknowledge him. He watched as Junsu turned Yoochun’s face to his and said, “You’re talking too much. Less talking, more begging for forgiveness.”
“Can I beg you with my lips?”
“Yes.”
Their lips met and Junsu lowered his body onto Yoochun’s.
Jae whimpered again. This time Changmin turned to him, but only long enough to slap his hip. “Be quiet. Watch them.”
YooSu’s kiss deepened. Junsu tangled hands in Yoochun’s hair, pulling mewls of pleasure from Yoochun’s throat as he tugged. Junsu lowered his hips and thrust against Yoochun’s body. Yoochun broke away from the kiss with a moan.
“Oh, god,” Yoochun said, hands settling on Junsu’s hips. He tightened his grip and thrust up as Junsu kissed down his neck. Agile fingers unbuttoned his shirt.
“Who are you and what have you done with Junsu?” Yoochun said.
“Why do you guys keep saying that?” Junsu demanded and sat up. He crossed his arms. “It’s all your fault. Being naked and sexy and kissing each other and telling me how good it is. And now that I know, you’re all like-ooh, what, what? I’m so confused.”
Changmin chuckled.
Junsu grinned at Yoochun as he pulled his own t-shirt over his head. “It’s about time the two of you suffer the consequences of your actions.” He climbed off Yoochun and said, “Now, strip.”
Yoochun looked over at Jaejoong, but Jaejoong’s eyes were so full of lust that he got no help from them.
Junsu twisted Yoochun’s nipple.
Yoochun cried out.
“I said strip. I want to see you naked. Take your damn clothes off.”
“Okay, okay.”
Yoochun unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them and his boxers off. His shirt and the tank top underneath soon joined the pile on the floor.
“Good,” Junsu said. “Now, be a good boy, don’t touch me and let me play, okay?”
Yoochun smiled and nodded. He put his hands above his head.
Changmin watched a bit longer as Junsu’s lips and tongue attacked the skin of Yoochun’s neck and shoulders. The bed shivered and he remembered his own captive. He turned, meeting Jae’s begging eyes. Changmin, heart still hurting a bit, licked his lips and whispered, “This is hard for me. I … I don’t want to share you, but I will if I have to.”
With that, he moved behind Jaejoong.
Junsu said to let his frustrations out, and it was Jaejoong’s fault anyway. Or at least it was easiest to blame Jaejoong. Without a warning touch, Changmin brought his hand down on Jae’s ass sharply.
Jaejoong jerked and yelped. The other two jumped, but after a single look and a smirk, Junsu went back to teasing Yoochun’s skin.
“Don’t hold back, Min,” Yoochun said, gasping as Junsu’s mouth surrounded his nipple. “Jaejoong hasn’t had a good spanking for months.”
Changmin stared at the spot of skin at it turned pink from his slap. The excuse ‘but I don’t want to hurt you’ was no longer true. Changmin spanked him again, this time accompanied by a moan from Jaejoong. After the fourth one, he lost track. The moans from the other bed molded with the moans and yelps from Jaejoong. His hand stung, Jae’s creamy skin blossomed deep red under the assault.
“Fuck, Junsu,” Yoochun shouted.
Junsu chuckled. “Yeah, baby?”
Changmin stopped, that moment somehow breaking him from the spell. He looked over at the other two. Junsu was licking Yoochun’s thighs, one hand wrapped around Yoochun’s erection.
Jaejoong’s whole body shook. His back shone with sweat. His head dropped low, but he stayed on his hands and knees. Changmin’s cock was so hard. He ran his hands up and down Jae’s ass and thighs before spreading him open. He leaned down and licked Jae’s hole.
Jae cried out, back arching, and one elbow collapsed, but he pushed up before he could fall.
Changmin licked him again, the heat of his skin transferring to Changmin’s face as it pressed against Jae’s ass.
A steady whimper streamed from behind the tie in his mouth.
“God, that’s hot,” Junsu said.
Yoochun chuckled. “Yes, it is.”
It wasn’t the first time he rimmed Jaejoong, but it was the longest. He knew he was stalling. He was going to fuck Jaejoong, but as soon as he did, he made this arrangement okay. He gave up his right to win Jaejoong’s heart; it belonged to Yoochun.
And if it belonged to Yoochun, did he have any right to try for it? To fight for it?
Junsu was right. He was too young to just settle for Jaejoong. But Jaejoong was only a year older and already he’d settled with Yoochun. Changmin knew that no matter what happened in any of their lives that Yoochun and Jaejoong would always be right by each other.
Changmin pulled away from Jae’s ass. Almost absentmindedly, he ran his fingertip up and down the slick crack, around the clenching entrance.
He kneeled.
God, this was fucked up. He could take everything from Jaejoong, but after this, he was still going to be left with nothing.
He pressed the head of his cock against Jae’s entrance. He wasn’t prepped at all, but something told Changmin that Jaejoong wouldn’t give a fuck. Another slap landed on Jae’s ass, and then another. After the third, Changmin pushed in, breaching him, forcing him open. Jae cried out, screaming behind the gag as his elbows finally collapsed. Only the grip Changmin had on his hips kept him up. He moved without giving Jae time to adjust, in and out, fast until their bodies smacked together, and Jae’s constant whimpers filled the room.
There was a touch on his cheek and he jerked around, slowing his violent thrusts.
Junsu smiled at him. “We’re going to go to your room, okay?”
Changmin nodded. Junsu smiled, and then looked down at Changmin’s cock disappearing into Jae’s body.
“Sexy,” he said and touched a single fingertip to Changmin’s cock. Changmin’s eyes shut with a groan and he sped up, cock scraping in and out of Jae’s body.
Junsu kissed Changmin, quick and deep, and said, “Next time you see me, I doubt I’ll be a virgin. So get a good look.”
Changmin laughed and did as he was told. He took one hand off Jae’s hips and stroked Junsu’s half hard cock. Junsu moaned and kissed him again.
“Hey now,” Yoochun said, pulling Junsu away. “It was your idea to leave. You want to stay now?”
Junsu broke from Changmin’s lips and smiled. “No. Let’s go.”
They slipped on sweats and left the room. As soon as the door shut behind them, Changmin pulled out from Jae’s hole, leaving it open and stretched. He touched his finger to the rim.
“On your back,” Changmin said and slapped Jae’s hip.
Jae collapsed, back rising and falling with his deep breaths. It took a minute, but Jae managed to roll over. Changmin grabbed behind his knees, pushed up and forced his cock into Jae again. He fucked him like that for only a moment, and then let go of Jae’s legs and leaned over him. He landed with his elbows on the side of Jae’s face. He tugged on the gag until it slipped from Jae’s mouth.
After allowing him only one deep breath, Changmin stole his breath again with a greedy, needy, violent kiss. He moved his hips faster, deeper, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Jae whimpered into the kiss. Shaking hands settled on Changmin’s sides, slid up his sweaty back, nails scraped his skin.
With a gasp, Changmin broke away, buried his face at Jaejoong’s neck and whimpered as pleasure wracked his body. His hands tangled in Jaejoong’s hair, pulling as he cried out, deep, emotional. His body shook, and he closed his mouth around a patch of skin on Jae’s neck, biting and screaming into it as he came hard into Jae’s body.
He couldn’t stop the tears that dripped down his face, but they mingled with sweat and were lost on shivering skin. His breath was harsh in the silence.
Jae was still moving, whimpering.
Changmin pushed up to his hands, hovering over him. He took a breath for control and said with a smirk, “You okay, Jaejoong?”
Jae’s eyes shut and he whimpered. His hips lifted. Changmin pushed in quickly to keep from slipping out of him.
“Please, Minnie. Please.”
Jae twisted below him, head thrashing back and forth. Changmin continued to move slowly in and out of him.
“I really like you, hyung,” Changmin said. “I do. But …”
Changmin sighed. He reached between their bodies and loosened the cock ring. He wrapped his hand around Jae’s cock. Jae cried out, nails digging into Changmin’s arm. After only two strokes of Changmin’s hand, Jae’s body arched off the bed and he screamed as come arched high, splattering on his chest and stomach.
His body went limp, chest heaving with deep breaths.
Changmin let him rest for a moment, and then pressed closer, pushing his hands under Jae’s hips. They shifted to the side, bodies flush, and Changmin held him tightly. It took Jaejoong a bit longer to return the strong embrace. His lips pressed along Changmin’s collar bone.
“I’m sorry, Minnie. I am. I … we shouldn’t have … I don’t know what. But … I need to apologize for something, don’t I? I like you, too. You’re amazing.”
“But you don’t love me?”
“Do you love me?”
“No, but it’s like you’ve taken that option away, no matter what happens.”
Jae sighed. He shut his eyes as Changmin leaned away. Their lips met in a tender kiss.
“We’re still friends, though,” Changmin whispered against his lips. “Always friends.”
Jae wrapped his arms tightly around Changmin’s neck. “Good.”
A few minutes later, Changmin pushed him away and smirked. “So?”
“So what?”
“Did you enjoy getting your ass spanked?”
Jae laughed. “God, yes. Fuck, yes. I’m going to be shifting in my seat in class tomorrow.”
“Good.”
“Where’d our voyeurs go?”
“Su says they went to my room.”
“God, Yoochun better be fucking that ass.”
Changmin laughed. “With Junsu’s sudden eagerness, I’m putting my money on Junsu topping.”
Jae shook his head. “Nope. Yoochun has been fantasizing about that ass for weeks.”
“Wanna bet on it?”
Jae smirked. “Sure. The prize?”
“If you win, sex with some of those toys in your drawer,” Changmin said.
“And if you win?”
“You top me.”
Jae’s eyes went wide. “What?”
“I know you’re a cock whore, but I still want to know what it’s like.”
“Yoochun can top you.”
“While I top you?”
“Threesome?”
“Foursome?”
Jae laughed. “Oh god. Too much. Too much.”
Changmin smiled, leaned down and kissed him. “Not enough. Can I have some more?” He rotated his hips.
Jae’s eyes rolled back with a whimper.
“I will take that as a yes.”
Part 22: virginity, and blow jobs and lube ... oh my!
Part 20: decisions, decisions, decisions
Part 19: postponing the present
Part 18: confronting the past
Part 17: more understanding
Part 16: understanding
Part 15: realizations at home
Part 14: the visit 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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