Smarty Smarty 24/24
Title: Smarty Smarty 24/24
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 24:
Yoochun knocked gently on Jaejoong’s door.
“Yeah,” a voice not Jaejoong’s said.
Yoochun pushed it open. Changmin was at Jae’s desk, reading a book. Jae was asleep. “Hey, Min.”
“Hey, Chunnie.”
Yoochun leaned over him and kissed his cheek. “What are you reading?”
“Ancient composer boring stuff. Where’s Junsu?”
“I don’t know. He said he had a meeting or something.” Yoochun moved over to the bed “I was going to hang out with you two, but I think I’d rather take a nap.”
“You better not wake him up,” Changmin whispered. “He said that I was in for a load of torturous hurt if I woke him.”
Yoochun smiled. “You just need to learn, dongsaeng.” Very carefully, he pulled back the blanket from the wall, but not from Jaejoong. Jaejoong whimpered. “If you pull off the blanket, he’ll be cold and wake up immediately. Getting next to him is tricky.” Yoochun kneeled and then with an exaggerated movement, put his leg over Jaejoong’s body. He held the position for a moment, making sure Jaejoong didn’t wake up, and then finished climbing over him. “Weight distribution,” Yoochun whispered. “And he likes spooning. If you try to climb in front of him, he’ll wake up.” Yoochun lay on his side, and then lifted the corner of the blanket to throw it over them.
Jae whimpered and rolled over, and just like that, Yoochun had his arms full of a sleeping Jaejoong.
“Wow,” Changmin said.
“Comes with practice.”
Yoochun shifted a bit to get comfortable and then shut his eyes, willing his body to relax. It was hard not to smile though; Jae fit so perfectly against his body. He woke up when Jaejoong moved and stretched his arms above him. Yoochun draped his arm over Jae’s stomach and buried into his neck.
“Hmmm, hey, Chunnie,” Jae said, whisper-sleepy.
Yoochun tightened his hold on Jae’s side and threw his leg over Jae’s hips.
Jae chuckled. “Clingy much?”
“So?” Yoochun replied. “I feel like I haven’t held you in days.”
“You haven’t. And it’s been weeks, not days since I’ve last had a proper cuddle from you.”
“Where’s Changmin?” Yoochun asked.
“He left right before you woke up. He said he was going back to his room. That we needed to talk. Do we need to talk?”
“Don’t know.” Yoochun propped up on an elbow. They stared at each other.
Jaejoong smiled. “This is weird.”
“Why?”
“Because … well, yeah, Changmin freaked out a little and so did Junsu, but otherwise … it’s like …”
“Too perfect?”
Jae nodded. “So when does it fall apart?”
Yoochun traced a finger over Jae’s face, along his forehead, across his eyebrows, down his cheek. “You think that I’ll just leave you like that?”
“I don’t know.”
Yoochun smiled. “I’ve been dealing with you too long to just let this fall apart. I love you, Jaejoong. Best friend, lover, boyfriend, whatever you want to call me, but I fucking love you so fucking much that it actually hurts to hear you talk about us falling apart.”
“And MinSu?”
“They know what they’re getting into. We’re not lying to them. So when they’ve had enough, or they’ve met someone else, then good for them. But you, you are mine, and I will always be here for you.”
“Good.” Jae wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Yoochun moaned as Jae’s tongue swiped along his lips. He pushed Jae back, demanding more with a steady push of tongue. Jae’s fingers tangled in his hair, and his legs wrapped around Yoochun’s body. They settled together, bodies aligned, moving in sync. Their cocks hardened and tented their sleep pants.
Jae’s hands pushed into the back of Yoochun’s pants, cupping his ass. Yoochun broke away with a gasp, lips still brushing as they rocked together.
“Jae, you’re …”
Jae kissed him. “Let me fuck you.”
Yoochun shivered. “What?”
“Let me fuck you,” Jae said, gripping his ass tightly. “You know, shove my cock in your ass. I hear it feels good.”
Yoochun chuckled. “You want to top?”
“I want to have sex with you and right now, my ass hurts because Changmin has a fucking huge cock.”
“You’re still going to make me do all the work, aren’t you?”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Well, duh.” He shoved him a bit. “Go get lube. Now.”
Yoochun laughed as he climbed out of the bed and went to the toy drawer. He dug around it for a moment and said, “Where’s your lemon lube?”
“Um, it’s not there?”
“No.”
“Just grab one, fucker.”
“I want lemon.”
“I want you.”
“Fine, fine. Strawberry?”
“Whatever. God.”
Yoochun smiled as he climbed back on bed. “Well, I’m the bottom, aren’t I? And aren’t bottoms supposed to be demanding and picky? Or is that just you?”
He cut off Jae’s reply with a deep kiss. When Yoochun finally pulled away, Jae’s eyes were shut, breath heavy.
“I’m supposed to be angry about you saying smack about me,” Jae said. “Kiss me again.”
“Nope.”
Yoochun covered his fingers in lube. He brought one to his mouth and licked it. “I want lemon.”
“Your ass wants strawberry,” Jae said.
Yoochun smiled. “Let’s see,” he said and pushed his sweat pants off his ass. He ran his fingertips over his entrance. “Doesn’t seem too eager for strawberry.” He pushed the finger inside him and moaned. “Yeah, fuck. No strawberry. It’s so tight.”
Jae smirked. “You’re such a dork, you bastard. Hurry up.”
“But I want it slow,” Yoochun leaned over and pressed their lips together. “Slow, and beautiful and don’t you dare say something about me being a girl. I don’t want to have sex with you, Jae, I want you to love me.”
Jae smiled. “Sap.” He cupped Yoochun’s face and kissed him, slow and languid, a comfortable touch and slide of tongues. Jae pulled on his arm, and Yoochun removed his finger. Jae’s arms wrapped around him and they turned so they were on their sides, legs entwined, bodies pressed close.
“You’re my favorite person in the whole world to kiss,” Jae whispered.
“And I’m the sap,” Yoochun returned with a smile.
Jae slapped his arm. “Shut up. I’m trying to be loving. I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“How about we stop talking, because it seems like we’ll just ruin the mood if we keep it up?”
“Fabulous idea.”
They kissed again, but Yoochun kept the kisses light, teasing, drawing Jae closer and more impatient as every attempt to add tongue to the kiss was ignored. Yoochun traced his fingers over Jae’s cheeks, down his neck, into his hair. Jae whimpered, and finally gave in, following Yoochun’s open-mouthed kisses, moaning into each press of lips. When Yoochun finally added tongue, it was light but firm, and Jae followed, letting his hands show his impatience by gripping Yoochun’s back and ass and shoulders.
“You’re my favorite person in the whole world to kiss,” Yoochun whispered, heart clenching when Jaejoong smiled.
Before Jae could reply, Yoochun kissed him, really kissed him, throwing every bit of his heart and soul and love into it. Jaejoong was his. Or he was Jaejoong’s. He’d always belonged to Jaejoong. He always would.
Jae’s hands tugged on Yoochun’s t-shirt. Their lips parted enough for Jae to pull it off, and then the desperate kisses were back until Jae lifted up and his tank top was tossed somewhere else. Yoochun tugged at Jae’s pants, and with lips connected, they helped each other get naked.
Yoochun pinned Jae’s shoulders to the bed and then kissed down his neck and collar bone. It was skin he knew well and he paid careful attention to every spot that jerked under his tongue, just above his nipple, right below his collar bone, against his stomach, around his belly button. And then he went back, kissing everywhere else, sucking on his side, leaving light hickys across his shoulders and chest.
“Fuck, Yoochun,” Jae whispered. “Fuck.”
The hitch in his voice made Yoochun glance up at him. Jae’s eyes were shut, and a trail of tears shone in the dim light. Yoochun kissed up his neck and over his cheek. He kissed the corners of each of Jae’s eyes.
“Why are you crying, love?” Yoochun whispered against his lips.
“I love you,” Jae said immediately. “I love you, so much.”
Yoochun smiled. “I love you.” He let Jae kiss him again, lead it and push him to the bed and crawl over him.
After the second press of lips against his neck, Yoochun understood why Jaejoong was crying. He clenched his hands into fists, eyes shut tight, trying to stave off the emotions, but they leaked from his eyes any way. Jaejoong said nothing, but kissed the corners of his eyes and then his lips, before moving back to his neck. Yoochun took a few deep breaths to calm down, and then concentrated on the feel of those lips on his skin.
Jae knew all the right spots to make his skin shiver, and when his fingertips caressed just below his ribs, Yoochun moaned. He grabbed Jae’s head and practically screamed when Jaejoong scraped his teeth along the edge of his rib.
“Fuck!”
Jae chuckled against his skin and continued kissing down his body.
Yoochun lay back with a sigh, body shuddering as Jae licked around his cock, tongue barely brushing it. His palms rested on Yoochun’s stomach, his fingers curled to just that spot on his ribs.
“Hey, Chunnie,” Jae said, singsong.
Yoochun opened his eyes, and then moaned and shut them again as Jae’s tongue darted out and licked the head of his cock. “If you tease me, I’m going to come,” Yoochun warned.
Jae laughed. A slick finger ran around the underside of Yoochun’s balls.
“Oh, god,” he groaned and lifted his legs, grabbed behind his knees.
Jae laughed again and put the finger to better use, sliding it into Yoochun’s body. “See? It likes strawberry.”
“It likes you,” Yoochun said with a grin. He held a hand out and Jae laced their fingers together.
“I like you,” Jae said, and licked Yoochun’s cock again, but not teasing, enough to wrap his tongue around it and lift up, slide it into his mouth without using his hands.
“Fuck, Jae,” Yoochun said. His other hand tried to grab air first and then settled into Jaejoong’s hair. Jae swallowed his cock, took all of it down his throat.
Yoochun moaned and lifted his hips. Jae hummed, and met his eyes for a moment. A second finger pressed into him, but Jae stopped, Yoochun’s cock held lightly between his lips. Yoochun’s eyes rolled back, and he tightened the hold on Jae’s hair. He thrust up sharply into Jae’s throat.
“God,” Yoochun whispered as Jae matched his pace with fingers in his ass. “Remember that if you tease I’m going to come thing?” he said, words laced with moans, each one accompanied by a trip into Jae’s warm mouth.
Jae immediately pulled away, ignoring Yoochun’s groan of disappointment. “With all the years you’ve been having sex, you’d think you’d built up your longevity.”
Yoochun shook his head, unable to come up with a response to that.
A third finger twisted inside him.
“Oh, fuck, Jae, please, that’s enough. Please.”
“Patience, love,” Jae whispered against his thigh. He kissed up the bend at Yoochun’s hip and then over his stomach and ribs, again pausing to tease and torture that one spot. He swirled his tongue around Yoochun’s nipples and then over his collarbone. Their lips pressed together, and then opened, tongues reaching, teeth biting lips. Jae removed his fingers, and settled between Yoochun’s legs. He paused long enough to smile at Yoochun, and then pressed the head of his cock into Yoochun’s body. They both moaned, Yoochun’s eyes shutting at the stretch. It really had been too long.
Jae fell over him, forcing his cock deeper, hands on planted on either side of his head. Their lips met again and Jae moved, thrusting slow and steady, Yoochun’s legs wrapped around him. Their breaths were shared, ghosting across kiss-abused lips. Their eyes locked, foreheads pressed together.
Jae shifted up enough to grab Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun cried out at the sudden pressure.
“Weren’t you going to come?” Jae asked.
Yoochun whimpered and nodded, and he was, his orgasm twisted through him, teased him, building. “Harder, Jae, please, please. It feels so good.”
Jae kissed Yoochun’s cheek and along his jaw. He gave Yoochun what he wanted, hips snapping forward. Yoochun’s eyes shut, his back arched, and with a cry, he shot his release between their bodies. Jae moaned and sped up again. Yoochun twitched, trying to recover. Fingers pressed against his lips and he licked at them, cleaning his come up, and Jae joined him, tongues wrapping together.
“Oh, god, Yoochun,” Jae whispered, body shuddering. “I fucking love you.” His body shuddered, and his teeth bit down on Yoochun’s lower lip. He moaned as he came, warmth spreading through Yoochun’s body. Jae collapsed on top of him, and with a minor adjustment, they fit together again, from lips to legs.
Jae’s body hitched, and Yoochun tightened his embrace.
“I love you,” Yoochun said, kissing Jae’s shoulder.
“Love you. God, this made me never want to be with anyone else again,” Jae said.
Yoochun chuckled, “I will take that as a compliment. But that’s also a lie. You love Changmin’s cock.”
Jae laughed and very carefully pulled out of Yoochun’s body. They rearranged again, with Jae curled up into Yoochun’s chest.
After a few minutes, Jae whispered, “Chunnie?”
“Huh?” Yoochun’s head was still spinning from his orgasm, body weak.
“Why do you put up with me?”
Yoochun smiled. “Because you’re pretty.”
Jae slapped his stomach, and then tickled him. Yoochun tensed and laughed under the onslaught, struggling and finally forcing Jae’s hands above his head. Yoochun pinned him down, and they continued to laugh for a moment before Yoochun kissed him.
“Do I need a reason?” he said against Jae’s lips.
Jae pouted. “I guess not, but that sounds bad. Like … like I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
“Baby, I fell in love with you when we were barely teenagers,” Yoochun whispered. “If I didn’t leave you then, why would I now, when you’re all mine, and you’ve given me everything I’ve wanted?”
Jae sighed. “I … I just, I don’t want to lose you, Chunnie. I don’t.”
“You won’t.” Yoochun kissed him again, and the cuddled together. “I will never ever find someone who I fit with so perfectly.”
Jae sighed again. “You’re so cheesy sometimes.”
“I’m trying to be serious and tell you how I feel.”
“I know. I - I like fitting with you.”
“Good, now stop talking. I’m tired.”
Jae chuckled. “You’ve got the demanding bottom part down to an art.”
“I learned from the best.”
Jae moaned. “God, I want you to fuck me.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Now.”
“See? You’re the best.”
Jae pouted.
Yoochun kissed it away. “Tomorrow. Let your body rest, you little slut.”
Jae shivered.
Yoochun kissed him again. “My little slut.”
“Oh, god.”
Yoochun’s lips trailed down his jaw, and to his neck. “My bottom whore. My toy. My pet.”
“Please, Yoochun, fuck. Don’t tease me.”
Again, Yoochun pinned his arms above his head. Their cocks brushed and Yoochun’s was hard in an instant.
“I can do whatever I want to you,” Yoochun whispered, lips barely touching Jaejoong’s, “because you’re mine.”
Jae’s eyes rolled back, but he smiled and nodded. “Always.”
“Good, now, go to sleep. We have a test tomorrow.” Yoochun pulled away from him and lay on his side, back to Jaejoong. Jae groaned. Yoochun smiled. He’d let Jae rest, fake sleep for a bit longer and then at two or three in the morning, wake Jaejoong up with his cock down his throat.
Jae huffed. “Are you going to rape me while I sleep?” he asked, cuddling closer, his arms snaking around Yoochun’s waist.
Yoochun laughed. “You know me so well, huh?”
“Yes. Just make sure you tie me up beforehand. I like waking up all tied up.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Demanding bottom.”
Lips pressed against his shoulders, and then breath ghosted over his skin. “I love you, Yoochun.”
Yoochun held onto Jae’s arm tightly. “I love you, Jaejoong.”
Part 23: extra credit
Part 22: virginity, and blow jobs and lube ... oh my!
Part 21: cockrings, and spankings and gags ... 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 24:
Yoochun knocked gently on Jaejoong’s door.
“Yeah,” a voice not Jaejoong’s said.
Yoochun pushed it open. Changmin was at Jae’s desk, reading a book. Jae was asleep. “Hey, Min.”
“Hey, Chunnie.”
Yoochun leaned over him and kissed his cheek. “What are you reading?”
“Ancient composer boring stuff. Where’s Junsu?”
“I don’t know. He said he had a meeting or something.” Yoochun moved over to the bed “I was going to hang out with you two, but I think I’d rather take a nap.”
“You better not wake him up,” Changmin whispered. “He said that I was in for a load of torturous hurt if I woke him.”
Yoochun smiled. “You just need to learn, dongsaeng.” Very carefully, he pulled back the blanket from the wall, but not from Jaejoong. Jaejoong whimpered. “If you pull off the blanket, he’ll be cold and wake up immediately. Getting next to him is tricky.” Yoochun kneeled and then with an exaggerated movement, put his leg over Jaejoong’s body. He held the position for a moment, making sure Jaejoong didn’t wake up, and then finished climbing over him. “Weight distribution,” Yoochun whispered. “And he likes spooning. If you try to climb in front of him, he’ll wake up.” Yoochun lay on his side, and then lifted the corner of the blanket to throw it over them.
Jae whimpered and rolled over, and just like that, Yoochun had his arms full of a sleeping Jaejoong.
“Wow,” Changmin said.
“Comes with practice.”
Yoochun shifted a bit to get comfortable and then shut his eyes, willing his body to relax. It was hard not to smile though; Jae fit so perfectly against his body. He woke up when Jaejoong moved and stretched his arms above him. Yoochun draped his arm over Jae’s stomach and buried into his neck.
“Hmmm, hey, Chunnie,” Jae said, whisper-sleepy.
Yoochun tightened his hold on Jae’s side and threw his leg over Jae’s hips.
Jae chuckled. “Clingy much?”
“So?” Yoochun replied. “I feel like I haven’t held you in days.”
“You haven’t. And it’s been weeks, not days since I’ve last had a proper cuddle from you.”
“Where’s Changmin?” Yoochun asked.
“He left right before you woke up. He said he was going back to his room. That we needed to talk. Do we need to talk?”
“Don’t know.” Yoochun propped up on an elbow. They stared at each other.
Jaejoong smiled. “This is weird.”
“Why?”
“Because … well, yeah, Changmin freaked out a little and so did Junsu, but otherwise … it’s like …”
“Too perfect?”
Jae nodded. “So when does it fall apart?”
Yoochun traced a finger over Jae’s face, along his forehead, across his eyebrows, down his cheek. “You think that I’ll just leave you like that?”
“I don’t know.”
Yoochun smiled. “I’ve been dealing with you too long to just let this fall apart. I love you, Jaejoong. Best friend, lover, boyfriend, whatever you want to call me, but I fucking love you so fucking much that it actually hurts to hear you talk about us falling apart.”
“And MinSu?”
“They know what they’re getting into. We’re not lying to them. So when they’ve had enough, or they’ve met someone else, then good for them. But you, you are mine, and I will always be here for you.”
“Good.” Jae wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Yoochun moaned as Jae’s tongue swiped along his lips. He pushed Jae back, demanding more with a steady push of tongue. Jae’s fingers tangled in his hair, and his legs wrapped around Yoochun’s body. They settled together, bodies aligned, moving in sync. Their cocks hardened and tented their sleep pants.
Jae’s hands pushed into the back of Yoochun’s pants, cupping his ass. Yoochun broke away with a gasp, lips still brushing as they rocked together.
“Jae, you’re …”
Jae kissed him. “Let me fuck you.”
Yoochun shivered. “What?”
“Let me fuck you,” Jae said, gripping his ass tightly. “You know, shove my cock in your ass. I hear it feels good.”
Yoochun chuckled. “You want to top?”
“I want to have sex with you and right now, my ass hurts because Changmin has a fucking huge cock.”
“You’re still going to make me do all the work, aren’t you?”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Well, duh.” He shoved him a bit. “Go get lube. Now.”
Yoochun laughed as he climbed out of the bed and went to the toy drawer. He dug around it for a moment and said, “Where’s your lemon lube?”
“Um, it’s not there?”
“No.”
“Just grab one, fucker.”
“I want lemon.”
“I want you.”
“Fine, fine. Strawberry?”
“Whatever. God.”
Yoochun smiled as he climbed back on bed. “Well, I’m the bottom, aren’t I? And aren’t bottoms supposed to be demanding and picky? Or is that just you?”
He cut off Jae’s reply with a deep kiss. When Yoochun finally pulled away, Jae’s eyes were shut, breath heavy.
“I’m supposed to be angry about you saying smack about me,” Jae said. “Kiss me again.”
“Nope.”
Yoochun covered his fingers in lube. He brought one to his mouth and licked it. “I want lemon.”
“Your ass wants strawberry,” Jae said.
Yoochun smiled. “Let’s see,” he said and pushed his sweat pants off his ass. He ran his fingertips over his entrance. “Doesn’t seem too eager for strawberry.” He pushed the finger inside him and moaned. “Yeah, fuck. No strawberry. It’s so tight.”
Jae smirked. “You’re such a dork, you bastard. Hurry up.”
“But I want it slow,” Yoochun leaned over and pressed their lips together. “Slow, and beautiful and don’t you dare say something about me being a girl. I don’t want to have sex with you, Jae, I want you to love me.”
Jae smiled. “Sap.” He cupped Yoochun’s face and kissed him, slow and languid, a comfortable touch and slide of tongues. Jae pulled on his arm, and Yoochun removed his finger. Jae’s arms wrapped around him and they turned so they were on their sides, legs entwined, bodies pressed close.
“You’re my favorite person in the whole world to kiss,” Jae whispered.
“And I’m the sap,” Yoochun returned with a smile.
Jae slapped his arm. “Shut up. I’m trying to be loving. I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“How about we stop talking, because it seems like we’ll just ruin the mood if we keep it up?”
“Fabulous idea.”
They kissed again, but Yoochun kept the kisses light, teasing, drawing Jae closer and more impatient as every attempt to add tongue to the kiss was ignored. Yoochun traced his fingers over Jae’s cheeks, down his neck, into his hair. Jae whimpered, and finally gave in, following Yoochun’s open-mouthed kisses, moaning into each press of lips. When Yoochun finally added tongue, it was light but firm, and Jae followed, letting his hands show his impatience by gripping Yoochun’s back and ass and shoulders.
“You’re my favorite person in the whole world to kiss,” Yoochun whispered, heart clenching when Jaejoong smiled.
Before Jae could reply, Yoochun kissed him, really kissed him, throwing every bit of his heart and soul and love into it. Jaejoong was his. Or he was Jaejoong’s. He’d always belonged to Jaejoong. He always would.
Jae’s hands tugged on Yoochun’s t-shirt. Their lips parted enough for Jae to pull it off, and then the desperate kisses were back until Jae lifted up and his tank top was tossed somewhere else. Yoochun tugged at Jae’s pants, and with lips connected, they helped each other get naked.
Yoochun pinned Jae’s shoulders to the bed and then kissed down his neck and collar bone. It was skin he knew well and he paid careful attention to every spot that jerked under his tongue, just above his nipple, right below his collar bone, against his stomach, around his belly button. And then he went back, kissing everywhere else, sucking on his side, leaving light hickys across his shoulders and chest.
“Fuck, Yoochun,” Jae whispered. “Fuck.”
The hitch in his voice made Yoochun glance up at him. Jae’s eyes were shut, and a trail of tears shone in the dim light. Yoochun kissed up his neck and over his cheek. He kissed the corners of each of Jae’s eyes.
“Why are you crying, love?” Yoochun whispered against his lips.
“I love you,” Jae said immediately. “I love you, so much.”
Yoochun smiled. “I love you.” He let Jae kiss him again, lead it and push him to the bed and crawl over him.
After the second press of lips against his neck, Yoochun understood why Jaejoong was crying. He clenched his hands into fists, eyes shut tight, trying to stave off the emotions, but they leaked from his eyes any way. Jaejoong said nothing, but kissed the corners of his eyes and then his lips, before moving back to his neck. Yoochun took a few deep breaths to calm down, and then concentrated on the feel of those lips on his skin.
Jae knew all the right spots to make his skin shiver, and when his fingertips caressed just below his ribs, Yoochun moaned. He grabbed Jae’s head and practically screamed when Jaejoong scraped his teeth along the edge of his rib.
“Fuck!”
Jae chuckled against his skin and continued kissing down his body.
Yoochun lay back with a sigh, body shuddering as Jae licked around his cock, tongue barely brushing it. His palms rested on Yoochun’s stomach, his fingers curled to just that spot on his ribs.
“Hey, Chunnie,” Jae said, singsong.
Yoochun opened his eyes, and then moaned and shut them again as Jae’s tongue darted out and licked the head of his cock. “If you tease me, I’m going to come,” Yoochun warned.
Jae laughed. A slick finger ran around the underside of Yoochun’s balls.
“Oh, god,” he groaned and lifted his legs, grabbed behind his knees.
Jae laughed again and put the finger to better use, sliding it into Yoochun’s body. “See? It likes strawberry.”
“It likes you,” Yoochun said with a grin. He held a hand out and Jae laced their fingers together.
“I like you,” Jae said, and licked Yoochun’s cock again, but not teasing, enough to wrap his tongue around it and lift up, slide it into his mouth without using his hands.
“Fuck, Jae,” Yoochun said. His other hand tried to grab air first and then settled into Jaejoong’s hair. Jae swallowed his cock, took all of it down his throat.
Yoochun moaned and lifted his hips. Jae hummed, and met his eyes for a moment. A second finger pressed into him, but Jae stopped, Yoochun’s cock held lightly between his lips. Yoochun’s eyes rolled back, and he tightened the hold on Jae’s hair. He thrust up sharply into Jae’s throat.
“God,” Yoochun whispered as Jae matched his pace with fingers in his ass. “Remember that if you tease I’m going to come thing?” he said, words laced with moans, each one accompanied by a trip into Jae’s warm mouth.
Jae immediately pulled away, ignoring Yoochun’s groan of disappointment. “With all the years you’ve been having sex, you’d think you’d built up your longevity.”
Yoochun shook his head, unable to come up with a response to that.
A third finger twisted inside him.
“Oh, fuck, Jae, please, that’s enough. Please.”
“Patience, love,” Jae whispered against his thigh. He kissed up the bend at Yoochun’s hip and then over his stomach and ribs, again pausing to tease and torture that one spot. He swirled his tongue around Yoochun’s nipples and then over his collarbone. Their lips pressed together, and then opened, tongues reaching, teeth biting lips. Jae removed his fingers, and settled between Yoochun’s legs. He paused long enough to smile at Yoochun, and then pressed the head of his cock into Yoochun’s body. They both moaned, Yoochun’s eyes shutting at the stretch. It really had been too long.
Jae fell over him, forcing his cock deeper, hands on planted on either side of his head. Their lips met again and Jae moved, thrusting slow and steady, Yoochun’s legs wrapped around him. Their breaths were shared, ghosting across kiss-abused lips. Their eyes locked, foreheads pressed together.
Jae shifted up enough to grab Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun cried out at the sudden pressure.
“Weren’t you going to come?” Jae asked.
Yoochun whimpered and nodded, and he was, his orgasm twisted through him, teased him, building. “Harder, Jae, please, please. It feels so good.”
Jae kissed Yoochun’s cheek and along his jaw. He gave Yoochun what he wanted, hips snapping forward. Yoochun’s eyes shut, his back arched, and with a cry, he shot his release between their bodies. Jae moaned and sped up again. Yoochun twitched, trying to recover. Fingers pressed against his lips and he licked at them, cleaning his come up, and Jae joined him, tongues wrapping together.
“Oh, god, Yoochun,” Jae whispered, body shuddering. “I fucking love you.” His body shuddered, and his teeth bit down on Yoochun’s lower lip. He moaned as he came, warmth spreading through Yoochun’s body. Jae collapsed on top of him, and with a minor adjustment, they fit together again, from lips to legs.
Jae’s body hitched, and Yoochun tightened his embrace.
“I love you,” Yoochun said, kissing Jae’s shoulder.
“Love you. God, this made me never want to be with anyone else again,” Jae said.
Yoochun chuckled, “I will take that as a compliment. But that’s also a lie. You love Changmin’s cock.”
Jae laughed and very carefully pulled out of Yoochun’s body. They rearranged again, with Jae curled up into Yoochun’s chest.
After a few minutes, Jae whispered, “Chunnie?”
“Huh?” Yoochun’s head was still spinning from his orgasm, body weak.
“Why do you put up with me?”
Yoochun smiled. “Because you’re pretty.”
Jae slapped his stomach, and then tickled him. Yoochun tensed and laughed under the onslaught, struggling and finally forcing Jae’s hands above his head. Yoochun pinned him down, and they continued to laugh for a moment before Yoochun kissed him.
“Do I need a reason?” he said against Jae’s lips.
Jae pouted. “I guess not, but that sounds bad. Like … like I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
“Baby, I fell in love with you when we were barely teenagers,” Yoochun whispered. “If I didn’t leave you then, why would I now, when you’re all mine, and you’ve given me everything I’ve wanted?”
Jae sighed. “I … I just, I don’t want to lose you, Chunnie. I don’t.”
“You won’t.” Yoochun kissed him again, and the cuddled together. “I will never ever find someone who I fit with so perfectly.”
Jae sighed again. “You’re so cheesy sometimes.”
“I’m trying to be serious and tell you how I feel.”
“I know. I - I like fitting with you.”
“Good, now stop talking. I’m tired.”
Jae chuckled. “You’ve got the demanding bottom part down to an art.”
“I learned from the best.”
Jae moaned. “God, I want you to fuck me.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Now.”
“See? You’re the best.”
Jae pouted.
Yoochun kissed it away. “Tomorrow. Let your body rest, you little slut.”
Jae shivered.
Yoochun kissed him again. “My little slut.”
“Oh, god.”
Yoochun’s lips trailed down his jaw, and to his neck. “My bottom whore. My toy. My pet.”
“Please, Yoochun, fuck. Don’t tease me.”
Again, Yoochun pinned his arms above his head. Their cocks brushed and Yoochun’s was hard in an instant.
“I can do whatever I want to you,” Yoochun whispered, lips barely touching Jaejoong’s, “because you’re mine.”
Jae’s eyes rolled back, but he smiled and nodded. “Always.”
“Good, now, go to sleep. We have a test tomorrow.” Yoochun pulled away from him and lay on his side, back to Jaejoong. Jae groaned. Yoochun smiled. He’d let Jae rest, fake sleep for a bit longer and then at two or three in the morning, wake Jaejoong up with his cock down his throat.
Jae huffed. “Are you going to rape me while I sleep?” he asked, cuddling closer, his arms snaking around Yoochun’s waist.
Yoochun laughed. “You know me so well, huh?”
“Yes. Just make sure you tie me up beforehand. I like waking up all tied up.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Demanding bottom.”
Lips pressed against his shoulders, and then breath ghosted over his skin. “I love you, Yoochun.”
Yoochun held onto Jae’s arm tightly. “I love you, Jaejoong.”
Part 23: extra credit
Part 22: virginity, and blow jobs and lube ... oh my!
Part 21: cockrings, and spankings and gags ... 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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