Hazing
Title: Hazing Part 2
Author: vaguelynormal
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Prompt: A MinHo college frat boys story.
Did you miss part 1? Part 1
Changmin’s lips were as soft as they looked, a little dry but perfect against his own and Yunho finds himself staring again, wanting to dampen them with his tongue.
‘You hate arrogant, insufferable jerks like me,’ Changmin says slowly, though he doesn’t move to pull further out of Yunho’s grasp and Yunho likes to think he’s tempted by the growing tension too.
It’s strange that they both remember the insults they flung back at each other the first time they met, over a year ago.
‘And you hate immature, naïve busybodies like me,’ Yunho gives a small shrug, watching Changmin through his lashes, ‘but I know you want me- at least a little.’
The arrogant, smug expression switches back onto Changmin’s face and Yunho fights the vulnerability that creeps up his throat.
‘And how do you know that?’ Changmin raises an eyebrow at him, finally straightening, stepping back.
Yunho swivels quickly in his chair, following Changmin with his eyes. ‘Do you have any idea how many showers it took to wash off all that permanent marker?’ he questions. ‘I had your name on my thigh for three whole days,’ Yunho stresses, remembering the tiny, neat Hangeul he found amongst all the scrubbing and smudges.
It was so intimate, so domineering, that Yunho was immediately confused. He’d have thought the student would have written some kind of highly intelligent insult if anything at all.
‘I was just signing my handiwork,’ Changmin smirks, ‘have the bruises faded yet?’
‘Would you like to check?’ Yunho teases, licking his lips and offering Changmin a grin.
He stands, invading the genius’ personal space, daring him to play along and fervently hoping he’ll take the bait.
‘Sure,’ Changmin shrugs, suddenly nonchalant and it throws Yunho off momentarily, giving Changmin the opportunity to smack his ass hard through his jeans. He jolts but makes no noise and the tall student smiles. ‘All gone, I see.’
Yunho stifles his panic at Changmin’s sudden shift in mood, ruining the sexual tension completely. He presses in close, mere inches away and breathes in that heady scent that’s purely Changmin- masculine and raw, sending heat low in Yunho’s stomach.
‘Perhaps you should take a closer look,’ he offers, his mouth hovering just below Changmin’s.
Changmin tilts his head back and laughs, quickly deflating Yunho’s confidence. ‘You’re terrible at seducing, Jung. If you want me to fuck you, just ask.’
Yunho pouts, thoroughly embarrassed. ‘Will you say yes?’ his voice comes out smaller than intended.
Changmin chuckles, clearly amused and it makes Yunho burn with anger and humiliation. ‘That’s a different question entirely.’
‘What if I don’t make it a question?’ Yunho says suddenly, pushing Changmin back towards the bed with shoves to the chest. ‘What if I demand you fuck me instead?’ He pushes Changmin hard, the boy falling back onto the mattress and Yunho quickly climbs onto his lap.
Changmin seems surprised yet pleased, hands automatically seizing Yunho’s hips as he’s straddled. ‘Then I’d be mildly impressed,’ the student sits up and for once has to look up to meet Yunho’s eyes. Yunho decides he likes that very much and smiles brilliantly. ‘But that’s not how it works with me. I don’t want to waste time with people who aren’t good in bed.’
‘I’ll have you know I’m very good,’ Yunho scowls.
‘Prove it,’ the boy smirks and points to his crotch. ‘Get on your knees and suck.’
The words ignite fire within Yunho, both from arousal and fury. Still, he finds himself climbing out of the student’s lap, grabbing a condom from his back pocket and tossing the sachet at Changmin’s chest whilst he grabs another beer from the pack, skolling it. Changmin watches him, even as deft hands are slipping off his t-shirt and pushing down sweat pants, stroking himself lazily. Changmin’s body is amazing like his ex-lovers promised and lust flickers inside Yunho again along with intense nerves. Broad, muscular shoulders and biceps come into view, Changmin’s stomach well defined and Yunho swallows the saliva that floods his mouth.
‘Are you hard yet?’ he asks nervously, focusing on Changmin’s face as he steps closer.
‘Just about,’ Changmin smiles, spreading his legs wider to allow Yunho access. ‘Come here.’
Yunho catches a glimpse of Changmin’s length as it’s worked by a slender, masculine hand and despite his pride, is struck by the urge to nuzzle his face to Changmin’s crotch, wanting to inhale the scent and feel the warmth of silken skin pressed to his cheek. He kneels quickly, unable to tear his eyes away as Changmin swells further, the skin flushed and Yunho runs hands through the fine, dark hair of Changmin’s thighs. Changmin rolls the condom down and it’s as though Yunho loses all self-control, immediately taking the heavy length into his hand and stroking, pressing his nose to Changmin’s dark curls, mouthing at taut balls. He sucks the soft flesh into his mouth as best he can, massaging with his tongue and lips, losing himself in the act. When he finally draws back to take Changmin’s length into his mouth, Yunho is hard himself, his erection pulsing uncomfortably in his tight jeans. He sucks Changmin hard, forcing more and more into his mouth, only lightly discouraged by the cloying taste of the latex. Yunho thinks he’d like to taste Changmin for real, the sweat and slight saltiness of his release. It should be degrading, being on his knees for someone like Changmin but Yunho’s never felt more aroused or eager, relishing the feel of the genius’ cock stretching his lips wide and sliding down his throat.
‘Fuck, okay, okay- you’re good,’ Changmin pants, tugging at Yunho’s hair.
It’s Yunho’s turn to smirk as he pulls off with a gentle tug of his lips around the crown, wiping his mouth clean of excess saliva. ‘Told you so.’
‘Don’t get too full of yourself, it’s not exactly a skill set that requires a lot of intelligence,’ Changmin scoffs, pulling him up by the arm and pushing Yunho onto the bed, tugging at his clothes.
Yunho glares but unbuttons his jeans, allowing them to be yanked off his hips roughly. ‘You’re such a bastard.’
Changmin simply laughs. ‘This bastard is going to fuck your flat ass whilst you beg your hyung for more.’
Yunho growls but he will admit he’s turned on by the way he’s manhandled, Changmin tearing his t-shirt off and pushing him down into the sheets, ass up. The scent of Changmin is stronger on the sheets and Yunho’s struck by the thought that the other man masturbates in this bed, heat rolling through him and his cheeks flush. Still the position is degrading- too much for Yunho to handle their first time, Changmin treating him more like an object than a person and he knows the position makes it easier for the tall student to dismiss him later as another nameless ass he’s fucked. Yunho refuses to be a conquest- or rather, he plans to make Changmin his.
He pushes himself up on his elbows, ‘I want to do it face to face,’ he protests and yelps as he’s quickly rolled onto his back, legs yanked wide open.
‘Whatever,’ Changmin squeezes lubricant directly over Yunho’s ass, the cold liquid hitting his sac before spilling down between his cheeks.
It’s messy, aggressive and urgent- Yunho feels ashamed to admit that he’s never been more turned on, Changmin’s every move commanding. He feels exposed, Changmin staring at his ass for a long moment before Yunho can no longer stand the potential for scrutiny and tugs him down for another kiss. Changmin, Yunho is pleased to find, is an excellent kisser, lips large, soft and domineering. A tongue slips into his mouth and curls with his own and Yunho can taste a hint of the alcohol on both of them. Changmin moves so quickly, one minute pinning him down and kissing him, the next second, Yunho feels his weight lifting, hands spreading him by the knees.
‘What’s the rush? We have all night,’ Yunho says breathlessly, staring up at Changmin.
The student looks dishevelled and wild, far from his usual reserved image and Yunho is glad he gets to see him like this. It softens Yunho’s impression of Changmin and the intensely arrogant demeanour the genius normally presents is just a fragment, fading fast behind the burning lust in Changmin’s dark eyes.
‘Because you were right earlier,’ Changmin says huskily, hand slipping down to Yunho’s bottom and Yunho catches his wrist just in time.
They exchange a look- Changmin looking pissed off at being intercepted, his lip twitching into a small snarl that eases as Yunho sinks fingers into himself slowly, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.
‘Right about what?’ Yunho pants, knuckles rubbing deliciously against his rim as he pushes his fingers deeper.
‘That I want you - at least a little,’ Changmin’s gaze is focused on Yunho’s hand as he stretches himself wider, taking his time. ‘I can do that,’ the student offers.
Yunho lets out a soft chuckle, muffled by the increasing difficulty to breathe, his heart racing. ‘I don’t trust you not to rush it,’ he meets Changmin’s eyes for a moment. ‘It’s been awhile.’
Yunho’s not sure why he tells Changmin such unnecessary details. The student probably doesn’t care when Yunho got laid last or who it was with, least of all that this is uncharacteristic of him. Yunho’s only ever fooled around casually; sex is always with the commitment of a relationship. If he wasn’t compelled with such a pressing desire to join the fraternity, Yunho probably never would have considered indulging in a one night stand. As it is, the only real action Yunho’s ass has seen lately is with his hands but at least he knows the quickest ways to get himself off, his body relaxing as he touches familiar spots and stokes a slow, burning pleasure low in his belly.
Surprisingly, Changmin accepts the information well, processing it with a brief nod of understanding and lifting Yunho under the knees, bending him backwards and giving him easier access to himself.
‘You’re more flexible than most,’ the student observes.
‘I used to dance,’ Yunho pants, adding another digit.
Lips meet the skin of his thigh, sucking kisses trailing heat behind them as Changmin moves lower, laving his tongue over Yunho’s inner thigh and smirking when he begins to shake.
‘I could watch you do that for hours,’ Changmin leers, drawing flesh between his teeth and tugging lightly.
Yunho moans, overwhelmed by the need to feel something larger than his fingers inside him, stretching him open and pounding into him. ‘And yet I think you’re trying to hurry me,’ he keens, arching and slipping his digits out to palm himself.
‘Perhaps,’ the genius chuckles, ‘inadvertently.’
‘Come on then, you pretentious prick,’ Yunho growls, but there’s no real heat to his words. ‘Give it to me.’
Changmin grins, sidling up to his knees and stroking his erection, adding more lubricant to the condom before lining up. ‘I thought we agreed you have to call me hyung?’
The tip pushes in and Yunho moans loudly at the stretch. ‘Hyung!’ he cries out, eyes and mouth wide open, back arching as Changmin slides in another inch, stretching him open.
‘That’s better,’ Changmin grunts, chest gleaming with sweat and Yunho scratches bright red welts into it as Changmin thrusts in to the hilt, scrabbling for purchase.
It stings and he can’t help but squirm, scrunching his face in discomfort. He opens his eyes when he hears Changmin laughing above him, unmoving except for the way he shakes with mirth. Yunho scowls.
‘Is there ever an emotion that’s not written all over your face?’ the genius questions, eyes alive with laughter.
‘What do you mean?’ he frowns, not liking being laughed at especially considering Changmin is inside him.
Hair is brushed from his eyes as Changmin leans closer. ‘I meant that I can read you like a book,’ the student punctuates each word slowly, as though a slight threat is laced within the statement.
‘You don’t know anything about me.’
‘I know you have poor taste in men,’ Changmin replies flippantly, testing a roll of his hips.
‘That would explain why you’re on top of me,’ Yunho snorts.
Changmin just laughs, gently rocking into Yunho and Yunho digs fingers into Changmin’s biceps hard. ‘I suppose so,’ the student agrees, large palms encasing Yunho’s hips and holding him in place as he tests the give of Yunho’s body. ‘You’re still really tight,’ Changmin’s voice sounds a little strained.
Yunho grunts in agreement, Changmin certainly filling him in a way he hasn’t felt for a while. He arches upwards, pushing back on Changmin, the stirrings of lust beginning to distract from any discomfort. He delves fingers into Changmin’s mussed hair, pulling him down and kissing him hard, his erection rubbing against the student’s taut stomach.
‘It’s okay,’ Yunho pants when he pulls back, ‘I can take it.’
They exchange a look before Changmin draws out an inch, thrusting forward gently. Yunho feels his body slowly give, easing the tight grip he has around Changmin’s length. Changmin pulls out halfway with less resistance, hand guiding himself firmly and Yunho licks his lips, arousal spinning through him dizzyingly as he stares openly at the genius’ physique, muscles straining and veins bulging.
Changmin merely scoffs. ‘Of course you can. Have you forgotten who paddled your ass, Jung? I knew you had to have a pretty high pain threshold after that.’
Yunho blushes remembering how aroused he got when Changmin spanked him at initiation, fervently hoping the other student is none the wiser.
‘It was worth it if I get to pledge,’ Yunho grunts as Changmin moves inside him.
Condescension flickers over Changmin’s face before the boy seems to decide to let it pass, choosing not to start their usual bickering and focus on setting up a fluid rhythm. Yunho knows Changmin probably thinks he’s idiotic to go that far for a fraternity- it would be worse if he knew the exact motivation behind their circumstances now. Yunho feels a little ashamed, guilt niggling at the back of his mind but mostly, Yunho feels as though a fire is burning across his skin, a blaze that only Changmin can slake. Legs wrap around the student’s narrow waist as Yunho adds his own rolls of his hips to the pace, letting out a guttural moan as Changmin sucks bruises along his throat. Changmin’s shoulders are slick with perspiration but Yunho hangs on anyway, nails scratching at skin when the genius grows a little rougher, feeling the boy’s length drive into him.
Yunho writhes, feeling his own urgency kick in and he bucks and tries to pull Changmin closer, hands fluttering over the other student’s sides, brushing the ladder of his ribcage as he urges Changmin to move faster above him. Changmin’s sweat melds with his own, damp heat in the cruxes of his thighs and behind his knees where strong hands guide him upward, tilting his hips back. The smell of sex permeates the air and it makes Yunho’s head spin, drawing in the heady scent of Changmin with each gasping inhale. He’s never felt so undone by someone else’s hands, Changmin’s pace rough but wicked, pushing Yunho close to the edge. His heart pounds against his sternum, blood throbbing through his veins and Yunho needs a hand on his cock desperately, wishing Changmin would reach down and squeeze his sensitive flesh just forcefully enough to have Yunho tumble right over the wall of immense pleasure he’s been straddling. A garbled noise is all that makes it out when he tries to vocalise this and his skin burns impossibly further when the next word his voice makes sounds embarrassingly like, ‘hyung.’
If Yunho is close, it would seem Changmin is taking his time, despite the fast pace. The genius looks far from frantic whilst chasing his pleasure, mouth open as he pants and eyes hooded as he watches Yunho beneath him, a muscular arm straining to keep him upright. Changmin’s slightly longer locks are damp with sweat and Yunho stops scratching at the student like a cat in heat just long enough to push them out of Changmin’s face, smoothing strands behind his ears before yanking hard at the back of his head to smash their mouths together. He bites along Changmin’s jaw when they break apart, mouths wet and shining with saliva, Changmin’s lips puffier than usual and it makes Yunho smirk into the other’s skin, nibbling at the long column of neck in front of him.
‘I’m not going to last much longer, hyung,’ Yunho murmurs, attempting to curve his body to rub his length against Changmin’s belly.
Changmin seems to get the point, taking Yunho into his hand and he forces their mouths together, the slightest hint of beer still lingering on their tongues and surprisingly, Yunho doesn’t mind the taste when it’s warm and coming from Changmin. He keens as his erection is tugged, the friction amplified by the lack of lubricant and it’s just unintentionally rough enough for Yunho to love it. Upon hearing his strangled plea for more, Changmin scrambles for purchase with his feet on the mattress, giving it to him hard, just as he promised and Yunho really is more than happy to take it. He wants to take it all- the mind numbing pleasure forcing all thought and self consciousness from his head, leaving him wild and needy and he eggs Changmin on, calling the other’s name, bucking and arching off the bed.
When his orgasm tears through him, Yunho’s not even prepared for how intense the sensation is, rippling through his body and leaving him to shake violently, unable to soothe his singed nerves as pleasure burns through him, limbs twitching. He scrapes and scratches at Changmin’s skin, crying out loudly and pulling hair, tangling with the sheets as he tears into them, knuckles white as he searches for something to cling to- to ground him from the ecstasy that’s wracking his body. Changmin shushes him, voice low in his ear and a little hoarse, his hand thankfully removed from Yunho’s dick and his hips jerking in small, short movements, still pushing into Yunho as his arms cradle his waist, supporting his lower back and lifting him to just the right angle and oh- Yunho realises Changmin is coming too. Shoulders tensed and biting his own lip hard, eyes screwed shut and Yunho feels a little disappointed he only caught the very last fragments of Changmin’s climax, too busy blinking back stars of his own.
They flop apart, onto their backs and Yunho watches Changmin’s chest rise as he heaves in air. A hand slips off the filled condom carefully, tossing it over the edge of the bed and Yunho eyes the mess he’s made of Changmin’s stomach. It’s too much to resist, white ribbons clinging to the dusky trail of hair from Changmin’s navel and Yunho crawls over to lick it off.
‘Christ,’ Changmin sucks in air through his teeth, shifting beneath him minutely, ‘Jung, is that necessary?’
Fingers thread through Yunho’s hair and Yunho just hums in response, liking the light weight of Changmin’s hand on his head as he cleans him with his tongue. ‘Mmm,’ he murmurs, dragging over every inch of skin as Changmin twitches, trying to calm his breathing. ‘I like your happy trail,’ he extends his tongue carefully, smoothing the hair in the right direction like a cat. ‘I don’t have one.’
Changmin sighs at Yunho’s smile, flopping back into the pillows, letting Yunho blow cool air over the wet streaks to dry them off. His hand remains in Yunho’s hair though and Yunho decides he’s happy for it to remain there, kissing his way upwards until he can press his cheek to Changmin’s chest. He drops down to smother Changmin’s legs and trace patterns on the genius’ skin with his fingertips.
‘You even have a tiny bit of hair here,’ Yunho grins playfully, petting Changmin’s chest.
‘Yeah, I’m hairy and you’re not, I get it,’ Changmin shoves at Yunho’s shoulder, urging him to sit up so Yunho draws up to his knees. ‘Put your clothes on.’
‘What?’ Yunho says incredulously, ‘Did you really think I was criticising you?’
Changmin rolls his eyes and sits up. He picks up Yunho’s jeans from the floor and tosses them at him.
‘I’m not ready to leave,’ Yunho glares stubbornly.
Changmin glares back and stands, shuffling Yunho’s books and notes together before cracking open the last beer.
‘You got what you wanted.’
Yunho’s mouth drops open and he flushes red with shame.
‘Oh, not quite then?’ Changmin’s features are marred by a wicked grin, too lopsided and angry to be a smirk but Yunho knows he’s trying. ‘There’s a condition then?’
Yunho only has eyes for the floor at that moment.
‘I hope you screamed loud enough for them to hear you then,’ Changmin’s smirk is more genuine the second try. ‘It sure seemed that way up close.’
Yunho can’t help himself- he’s mortified at his own behaviour but Changmin infuriates him in ways he can’t understand.
‘You are such an arrogant, pigheaded, condescending asshole,’ Yunho seethes.
Changmin let’s out a chuckle. ‘Obviously. So who put you up to this?’ he gestures between them.
Yunho studies Changmin warily. ‘How did you know?’
The genius rolls his eyes, tugging on pants to sit low on his hips. ‘I told you already- I can read you like a book. Equal parts ambition and guilt. I’m not sure why you feel guilty though.’
‘Your assignment, the one due tomorrow,’ Yunho blurts. ‘I don’t feel guilty about the sex because I gave as good as I got and you should feel damn lucky about that,’ he scowls.
Changmin chuckles again. ‘Finished it on Tuesday and submitted it early.’
Yunho lets out a breath of relief and laughs himself, ‘Kyuhun will be pissed.’
Changmin grins. ‘I should have known it’d be that idiot. He’d get a sick pleasure from forcing two people who hate each other together.’
‘No one forced me,’ Yunho growls angrily, ‘or you. You didn’t have to sleep with me if you didn’t want to and you know it. And I don’t hate you.’
‘How could I resist your porn star-worthy seduction methods, Jung?’ Changmin snorts. ‘And you called me an insufferable pretentious prick, an arrogant twat whose IQ is only surpassed by the size of his ears and an annoying, self-important git with delusions of grandeur, just last year.’
‘Well you kind of are!’ Yunho argues loudly, yanking his jeans on. ‘And I was kind of drunk. You had just insulted my boyfriend.’
‘Because he was a hypocritical, overzealous religious nut who would screw you and then condemn you for being easy,’ Changmin grits out and Yunho thinks he can hear his teeth grinding from across the room.
It bites a little that Changmin’s assessment is so accurate- that’s exactly what his boyfriend had done but Yunho had been young, stupid and in love. Not to mention, quite, quite drunk.
‘So you tried to point out that someone is a jerk by being a jerk? Your social skills have no bounds!’ Yunho snorts. ‘And your ears are fine, seriously, they’re the least of your problems. They’re almost kind of cute, unlike the rest of you,’ he rolls his eyes.
Changmin blinks hard as though he hopes Yunho and his unbelievable stupidity will somehow evaporate in the time it takes for him to open his eyes. ‘Are you seriously going on a tangent about my ears when we’re arguing?’
‘Well you clearly have a thing about it,’ Yunho says exasperatedly. ‘You’ve held onto that comment for this long. It’s not like I called you a big-eared freak or cracked Dumbo jokes or anything. Get over it! Your hair was really short back then, it’s a lot longer now- you can barely tell,’ he gestures at Changmin’s head.
Changmin glares at him, crossing his arms over his chest and then looking sharply to the side. An ugly realisation dawns on Yunho as he can see the self-consciousness pour off of Changmin, the arrogant exterior beginning to warp.
‘Oh my god, don’t tell me you grew your hair out with that in mind?’ Yunho’s jaw drops. ‘You are so freaking challenged,’ he darts forward, making a grab for the scissors on the desk ‘Come here! I’m going to cut it all off -let me cut it all off!’ he growls, jumping at Changmin and trying to reach around for the pair of scissors.
Changmin fights him briefly before pinning him to the desk, body pressing against his. ‘There is no way in hell you are cutting my hair,’ the genius stares Yunho down and he finally stops reaching for the scissors behind him.
‘I can’t believe you would take something like that to heart,’ Yunho pouts, ‘I was really drunk and you pissed me off. Now you’re making me feel bad about it.’
‘It’s fine,’ Changmin says dismissively, but he doesn’t move away. ‘I said some things too.’
‘Yeah, but we all know I really am a busybody,’ Yunho shrugs. ‘Though I don’t really get the naïve label…Oh…’ Yunho’s eyes widen as Changmin slips a hand down the front of his jeans, palming him carefully.
Yunho pushes his hips towards Changmin. His eyelids flutter as the other student strokes him gently, his flesh beginning to twitch and swell.
‘Not naïve,’ Yunho objects, his grumpy tone ruined by the way his breath hitches into a whine on the upstroke.
‘Just easily persuaded,’ Changmin murmurs in agreement before mouthing at his neck and Yunho’s glad the desk is supporting him because his knees actually go weak and he thought that was something that only happened in books.
Yunho just gurgles in response- not quite the intelligent defence he wanted to express but Changmin’s fingers feel too good around his cock for him to care. ‘If you keep doing that, I’m not going to let you stop.’
‘Because of the pledge?’ Changmin asks carefully.
‘Hell no,’ Yunho almost snorts, hitching his leg up around Changmin’s waist. ‘Because it makes me want to ride you till morning- or at least until we’re out of condoms.’
He can feel Changmin snicker against his throat, breath hot before his nose nuzzles into Yunho. ‘I can live with that,’ the genius agrees, kissing his throat as he lifts Yunho over to dump him on the bed.
It’s really hard for Yunho to even think about the pledge when Changmin is crawling over him, a condom packet between his teeth and the promise of an even better round glinting in his eyes.
Still he feels it necessary to warn Changmin that they might be inadvertently completing his task to fuck all night.
‘There are consequences,’ Yunho murmurs hazily as he’s stripped of his jeans for the second time that evening, pliant in Changmin’s hands. ‘You’ll never get rid of me after this.’
Changmin smiles, all blinding, mirth and perfect teeth as he shakes his head.
‘Then I’ll take your advice and get over it.’
Yunho grins and deftly shoves his hands down the back of Changmin’s pants, grabbing his bare ass and hauling him closer, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss.
Changmin doesn’t let Yunho take the walk of shame in the morning. In fact, Yunho’s not sure if he even has enough strength left in his legs to do more than crawl it, but after their night, morning and lazy afternoon of fucking, talking and occasional napping, they emerge together, Changmin herding and half carrying him down the hall into the showers. They wash up quickly because after they’d eaten through all the snacks Yunho had brought for the bribe and everything Changmin hoarded away in his desk drawers, Yunho had demanded that his senior treat him to dinner and to his surprise, Changmin hadn’t objected at all. Yunho wonders if perhaps he’s worn the genius’ resolve down, especially after discovering that those cute ears were particularly receptive to the warm touch of his lips and the nip of his teeth. A few of the other seniors stare as they head out across the grass, Changmin’s arm around his back for support and stupid grins on both their faces. He knows he’s broken the record for the longest stay in Changmin’s room but what the other student’s don’t know is that Yunho intends to be spending the night there a lot more often from now on.
Kangin allows Yunho to pledge properly, along with eight other boys and whilst Changmin attends with a disgruntled expression on his face, he says nothing to protest it. He continues to remain suddenly impartial on the subject when his cock is in Yunho’s mouth later that night, Yunho more than a little drunk from the celebrations.
They end up fucking a little too often to be just fuck buddies and at some point throughout the first term, Yunho begins to notice that even just being around Changmin without the anticipation of sex leaves him with all the wrong kinds of illicit feelings bubbling hot in his tummy. Changmin’s still arrogant, rude and at times stand-offish, they still bicker like crazy, though there’s little tangible anger between them and the sex seems to become a less fast, impersonal and rough unless that’s what Yunho asks for. Occasionally, Yunho can’t stand the genius’ attitude and the way Changmin can zone out everything and everyone for days when he’s into an assignment, and he knows the other student is less than impressed by Yunho’s large group of friends, late night drunken booty calls and that week that Yunho stole the spare key to Changmin’s room from the dorm supervisor and let himself in constantly. Well, Changmin had become less pissed about the last one as long as Yunho was already naked in his bed but he’d still overstepped the line considering that they’re not even official- Yunho mildly surprised that he even wants them to be official.
He thinks about it a lot as he runs fingers through Changmin’s newly shorn locks, his genius looking gorgeous with long, black sweeping bangs and the back carefully shaved close, leaving a deliciously soft yet spiky patch of hair at the nape for Yunho to play with whilst Changmin reads his textbooks.
‘You’re going to have to stop that so I can concentrate,’ Changmin says abruptly and his tone only halts Yunho’s fingers for a few seconds, knowing the student well enough to tell when Changmin’s actually pissed off or just being his ordinary self.
‘You look too good,’ Yunho smiles, tugging Changmin’s ear gently.
He’d bought Changmin a pair of small studs for his birthday next month to show off the ears he’s become rather endeared to, but was still having trouble deciding whether it’s appropriate to give the student a present or not. They weren’t quite friends, nor boyfriends or fuck buddies. Yunho’s not quite sure how to define them but he’s come to love the shy vulnerability beneath Changmin’s grumpy, forthright exterior. He suspects Changmin is potentially hiding multiple personalities under that initial coldness because he’s still not quite sure where the genius’ sex god persona appears from at times. Yunho just knows that he likes that too and that he’s become rather adept at deflecting the majority of Changmin’s ill-tempered remarks now. Changmin’s his senior but really a year younger than Yunho and he has to wonder if there’s always been a sense of isolation surrounding the student, growing up too fast and too intelligent for the majority of his peers. Yunho’s not unintelligent but he knows he’s not on level with Changmin’s high-speed processor of a brain, which is perhaps why they always gravitate towards sex or stupid conversations Yunho starts about anime and comic books when they’re together. Yunho hopes that’s not a bad thing- he quite likes their often inane conversations about things other than how crappy their classes are.
Sometimes he wonders what Changmin gets from their interactions, other than the sex, if the student wants more and if that’s something Yunho is even ready to give.
‘I know I look good,’ Changmin snorts dismissively, ‘I think you covered that in detail a half an hour ago when I came home and you jumped my bones. Aren’t you tired after that? What more could you want?’
Yunho pouts because he’s never been good at hiding when Changmin’s sharp little remarks really do find a soft spot to sink into beneath his armour. He brushes Changmin’s fringe smooth after a moment and lets his hands flop to his sides but doesn’t move to get out of bed like he knows he should.
‘Your time, love…affection,’ Yunho lists quietly.
Changmin shifts, staring up at Yunho carefully, studying his eyes. It makes Yunho want to look away but he can’t.
‘You’re an idiot, Jung,’ Changmin says tersely, eyes boring into Yunho’s face.
‘Excuse me?’
‘You should have said something sooner,’ the genius rolls his eyes. ‘What do you think I’ve been trying to do here? Did you really think I’d put up with your extremely annoying, nosy streak if I didn’t enjoy your company?’
‘But- but we’re not dating?’ Yunho feels a little high from elation, regardless of the fact that Changmin just called him annoying.
Changmin just looks at Yunho as though he’s talking to a five-year-old child.
‘Yeah, we kind of have,’ the other student points out. ‘Maybe on the lazier side of dating but we fuck all the time, you’re constantly staying over even if we don’t have sex, we spends nights making out and watching movies together. We even take turns buying each other lunch or dinner three nights a week. You do all the other stuff like bowling and clubbing with your friends so we never do those things but it’s pretty obvious to everyone on campus that we’re together.’
‘Oh,’ Yunho says stupidly.
He’d never really thought about it like that.
‘Yes, “Oh,”’ Changmin reiterates. ‘You are seriously too naïve sometimes.’
Changmin yanks him down for a kiss, the angle odd but both of them too eager to care, all teeth and too much tongue because Yunho can’t stop smiling and once he starts, Changmin can’t help but grin back. Yunho deftly takes Changmin’s book and tosses it across the room, climbing into Changmin’s lap, the two of them still naked under the sheets from earlier.
‘Well then,’ Yunho grins, wiggling his hips above Changmin, ‘I think we’ll need to make certain that’s one hundred percent official. Perhaps all weekend.’
Changmin smiles back brightly and those butterflies tumbling through his stomach seem to ignite with happiness.
‘I think that’s an excellent plan, Jung,’ Changmin nods before grinning somewhat maliciously, hands already stroking up Yunho’s thighs and Yunho’s brain is already melting. ‘Just don’t forget to scream for your hyung, since Kyuhun so kindly played match maker and switched rooms to next door, I’m sure he’d love to know it’s official now.’
A/N: So this is for xxfergiexx. I hope you like it! It’s probably the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written so I don’t really know how it turned out. Thanks again for the lovely banner <3
On another note, it’s my exam period soon and then I’m off travelling, I won’t be around much to update and neither will the Empress but it’s her birthday next month, so expect at least one post as I’m stuck in Singapore. :)
As always I can be found doing nothing of importance, here on my tumblr So drop by and remind me to update if the urge strikes.
Author: vaguelynormal
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Prompt: A MinHo college frat boys story.
Did you miss part 1? Part 1
Changmin’s lips were as soft as they looked, a little dry but perfect against his own and Yunho finds himself staring again, wanting to dampen them with his tongue.
‘You hate arrogant, insufferable jerks like me,’ Changmin says slowly, though he doesn’t move to pull further out of Yunho’s grasp and Yunho likes to think he’s tempted by the growing tension too.
It’s strange that they both remember the insults they flung back at each other the first time they met, over a year ago.
‘And you hate immature, naïve busybodies like me,’ Yunho gives a small shrug, watching Changmin through his lashes, ‘but I know you want me- at least a little.’
The arrogant, smug expression switches back onto Changmin’s face and Yunho fights the vulnerability that creeps up his throat.
‘And how do you know that?’ Changmin raises an eyebrow at him, finally straightening, stepping back.
Yunho swivels quickly in his chair, following Changmin with his eyes. ‘Do you have any idea how many showers it took to wash off all that permanent marker?’ he questions. ‘I had your name on my thigh for three whole days,’ Yunho stresses, remembering the tiny, neat Hangeul he found amongst all the scrubbing and smudges.
It was so intimate, so domineering, that Yunho was immediately confused. He’d have thought the student would have written some kind of highly intelligent insult if anything at all.
‘I was just signing my handiwork,’ Changmin smirks, ‘have the bruises faded yet?’
‘Would you like to check?’ Yunho teases, licking his lips and offering Changmin a grin.
He stands, invading the genius’ personal space, daring him to play along and fervently hoping he’ll take the bait.
‘Sure,’ Changmin shrugs, suddenly nonchalant and it throws Yunho off momentarily, giving Changmin the opportunity to smack his ass hard through his jeans. He jolts but makes no noise and the tall student smiles. ‘All gone, I see.’
Yunho stifles his panic at Changmin’s sudden shift in mood, ruining the sexual tension completely. He presses in close, mere inches away and breathes in that heady scent that’s purely Changmin- masculine and raw, sending heat low in Yunho’s stomach.
‘Perhaps you should take a closer look,’ he offers, his mouth hovering just below Changmin’s.
Changmin tilts his head back and laughs, quickly deflating Yunho’s confidence. ‘You’re terrible at seducing, Jung. If you want me to fuck you, just ask.’
Yunho pouts, thoroughly embarrassed. ‘Will you say yes?’ his voice comes out smaller than intended.
Changmin chuckles, clearly amused and it makes Yunho burn with anger and humiliation. ‘That’s a different question entirely.’
‘What if I don’t make it a question?’ Yunho says suddenly, pushing Changmin back towards the bed with shoves to the chest. ‘What if I demand you fuck me instead?’ He pushes Changmin hard, the boy falling back onto the mattress and Yunho quickly climbs onto his lap.
Changmin seems surprised yet pleased, hands automatically seizing Yunho’s hips as he’s straddled. ‘Then I’d be mildly impressed,’ the student sits up and for once has to look up to meet Yunho’s eyes. Yunho decides he likes that very much and smiles brilliantly. ‘But that’s not how it works with me. I don’t want to waste time with people who aren’t good in bed.’
‘I’ll have you know I’m very good,’ Yunho scowls.
‘Prove it,’ the boy smirks and points to his crotch. ‘Get on your knees and suck.’
The words ignite fire within Yunho, both from arousal and fury. Still, he finds himself climbing out of the student’s lap, grabbing a condom from his back pocket and tossing the sachet at Changmin’s chest whilst he grabs another beer from the pack, skolling it. Changmin watches him, even as deft hands are slipping off his t-shirt and pushing down sweat pants, stroking himself lazily. Changmin’s body is amazing like his ex-lovers promised and lust flickers inside Yunho again along with intense nerves. Broad, muscular shoulders and biceps come into view, Changmin’s stomach well defined and Yunho swallows the saliva that floods his mouth.
‘Are you hard yet?’ he asks nervously, focusing on Changmin’s face as he steps closer.
‘Just about,’ Changmin smiles, spreading his legs wider to allow Yunho access. ‘Come here.’
Yunho catches a glimpse of Changmin’s length as it’s worked by a slender, masculine hand and despite his pride, is struck by the urge to nuzzle his face to Changmin’s crotch, wanting to inhale the scent and feel the warmth of silken skin pressed to his cheek. He kneels quickly, unable to tear his eyes away as Changmin swells further, the skin flushed and Yunho runs hands through the fine, dark hair of Changmin’s thighs. Changmin rolls the condom down and it’s as though Yunho loses all self-control, immediately taking the heavy length into his hand and stroking, pressing his nose to Changmin’s dark curls, mouthing at taut balls. He sucks the soft flesh into his mouth as best he can, massaging with his tongue and lips, losing himself in the act. When he finally draws back to take Changmin’s length into his mouth, Yunho is hard himself, his erection pulsing uncomfortably in his tight jeans. He sucks Changmin hard, forcing more and more into his mouth, only lightly discouraged by the cloying taste of the latex. Yunho thinks he’d like to taste Changmin for real, the sweat and slight saltiness of his release. It should be degrading, being on his knees for someone like Changmin but Yunho’s never felt more aroused or eager, relishing the feel of the genius’ cock stretching his lips wide and sliding down his throat.
‘Fuck, okay, okay- you’re good,’ Changmin pants, tugging at Yunho’s hair.
It’s Yunho’s turn to smirk as he pulls off with a gentle tug of his lips around the crown, wiping his mouth clean of excess saliva. ‘Told you so.’
‘Don’t get too full of yourself, it’s not exactly a skill set that requires a lot of intelligence,’ Changmin scoffs, pulling him up by the arm and pushing Yunho onto the bed, tugging at his clothes.
Yunho glares but unbuttons his jeans, allowing them to be yanked off his hips roughly. ‘You’re such a bastard.’
Changmin simply laughs. ‘This bastard is going to fuck your flat ass whilst you beg your hyung for more.’
Yunho growls but he will admit he’s turned on by the way he’s manhandled, Changmin tearing his t-shirt off and pushing him down into the sheets, ass up. The scent of Changmin is stronger on the sheets and Yunho’s struck by the thought that the other man masturbates in this bed, heat rolling through him and his cheeks flush. Still the position is degrading- too much for Yunho to handle their first time, Changmin treating him more like an object than a person and he knows the position makes it easier for the tall student to dismiss him later as another nameless ass he’s fucked. Yunho refuses to be a conquest- or rather, he plans to make Changmin his.
He pushes himself up on his elbows, ‘I want to do it face to face,’ he protests and yelps as he’s quickly rolled onto his back, legs yanked wide open.
‘Whatever,’ Changmin squeezes lubricant directly over Yunho’s ass, the cold liquid hitting his sac before spilling down between his cheeks.
It’s messy, aggressive and urgent- Yunho feels ashamed to admit that he’s never been more turned on, Changmin’s every move commanding. He feels exposed, Changmin staring at his ass for a long moment before Yunho can no longer stand the potential for scrutiny and tugs him down for another kiss. Changmin, Yunho is pleased to find, is an excellent kisser, lips large, soft and domineering. A tongue slips into his mouth and curls with his own and Yunho can taste a hint of the alcohol on both of them. Changmin moves so quickly, one minute pinning him down and kissing him, the next second, Yunho feels his weight lifting, hands spreading him by the knees.
‘What’s the rush? We have all night,’ Yunho says breathlessly, staring up at Changmin.
The student looks dishevelled and wild, far from his usual reserved image and Yunho is glad he gets to see him like this. It softens Yunho’s impression of Changmin and the intensely arrogant demeanour the genius normally presents is just a fragment, fading fast behind the burning lust in Changmin’s dark eyes.
‘Because you were right earlier,’ Changmin says huskily, hand slipping down to Yunho’s bottom and Yunho catches his wrist just in time.
They exchange a look- Changmin looking pissed off at being intercepted, his lip twitching into a small snarl that eases as Yunho sinks fingers into himself slowly, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.
‘Right about what?’ Yunho pants, knuckles rubbing deliciously against his rim as he pushes his fingers deeper.
‘That I want you - at least a little,’ Changmin’s gaze is focused on Yunho’s hand as he stretches himself wider, taking his time. ‘I can do that,’ the student offers.
Yunho lets out a soft chuckle, muffled by the increasing difficulty to breathe, his heart racing. ‘I don’t trust you not to rush it,’ he meets Changmin’s eyes for a moment. ‘It’s been awhile.’
Yunho’s not sure why he tells Changmin such unnecessary details. The student probably doesn’t care when Yunho got laid last or who it was with, least of all that this is uncharacteristic of him. Yunho’s only ever fooled around casually; sex is always with the commitment of a relationship. If he wasn’t compelled with such a pressing desire to join the fraternity, Yunho probably never would have considered indulging in a one night stand. As it is, the only real action Yunho’s ass has seen lately is with his hands but at least he knows the quickest ways to get himself off, his body relaxing as he touches familiar spots and stokes a slow, burning pleasure low in his belly.
Surprisingly, Changmin accepts the information well, processing it with a brief nod of understanding and lifting Yunho under the knees, bending him backwards and giving him easier access to himself.
‘You’re more flexible than most,’ the student observes.
‘I used to dance,’ Yunho pants, adding another digit.
Lips meet the skin of his thigh, sucking kisses trailing heat behind them as Changmin moves lower, laving his tongue over Yunho’s inner thigh and smirking when he begins to shake.
‘I could watch you do that for hours,’ Changmin leers, drawing flesh between his teeth and tugging lightly.
Yunho moans, overwhelmed by the need to feel something larger than his fingers inside him, stretching him open and pounding into him. ‘And yet I think you’re trying to hurry me,’ he keens, arching and slipping his digits out to palm himself.
‘Perhaps,’ the genius chuckles, ‘inadvertently.’
‘Come on then, you pretentious prick,’ Yunho growls, but there’s no real heat to his words. ‘Give it to me.’
Changmin grins, sidling up to his knees and stroking his erection, adding more lubricant to the condom before lining up. ‘I thought we agreed you have to call me hyung?’
The tip pushes in and Yunho moans loudly at the stretch. ‘Hyung!’ he cries out, eyes and mouth wide open, back arching as Changmin slides in another inch, stretching him open.
‘That’s better,’ Changmin grunts, chest gleaming with sweat and Yunho scratches bright red welts into it as Changmin thrusts in to the hilt, scrabbling for purchase.
It stings and he can’t help but squirm, scrunching his face in discomfort. He opens his eyes when he hears Changmin laughing above him, unmoving except for the way he shakes with mirth. Yunho scowls.
‘Is there ever an emotion that’s not written all over your face?’ the genius questions, eyes alive with laughter.
‘What do you mean?’ he frowns, not liking being laughed at especially considering Changmin is inside him.
Hair is brushed from his eyes as Changmin leans closer. ‘I meant that I can read you like a book,’ the student punctuates each word slowly, as though a slight threat is laced within the statement.
‘You don’t know anything about me.’
‘I know you have poor taste in men,’ Changmin replies flippantly, testing a roll of his hips.
‘That would explain why you’re on top of me,’ Yunho snorts.
Changmin just laughs, gently rocking into Yunho and Yunho digs fingers into Changmin’s biceps hard. ‘I suppose so,’ the student agrees, large palms encasing Yunho’s hips and holding him in place as he tests the give of Yunho’s body. ‘You’re still really tight,’ Changmin’s voice sounds a little strained.
Yunho grunts in agreement, Changmin certainly filling him in a way he hasn’t felt for a while. He arches upwards, pushing back on Changmin, the stirrings of lust beginning to distract from any discomfort. He delves fingers into Changmin’s mussed hair, pulling him down and kissing him hard, his erection rubbing against the student’s taut stomach.
‘It’s okay,’ Yunho pants when he pulls back, ‘I can take it.’
They exchange a look before Changmin draws out an inch, thrusting forward gently. Yunho feels his body slowly give, easing the tight grip he has around Changmin’s length. Changmin pulls out halfway with less resistance, hand guiding himself firmly and Yunho licks his lips, arousal spinning through him dizzyingly as he stares openly at the genius’ physique, muscles straining and veins bulging.
Changmin merely scoffs. ‘Of course you can. Have you forgotten who paddled your ass, Jung? I knew you had to have a pretty high pain threshold after that.’
Yunho blushes remembering how aroused he got when Changmin spanked him at initiation, fervently hoping the other student is none the wiser.
‘It was worth it if I get to pledge,’ Yunho grunts as Changmin moves inside him.
Condescension flickers over Changmin’s face before the boy seems to decide to let it pass, choosing not to start their usual bickering and focus on setting up a fluid rhythm. Yunho knows Changmin probably thinks he’s idiotic to go that far for a fraternity- it would be worse if he knew the exact motivation behind their circumstances now. Yunho feels a little ashamed, guilt niggling at the back of his mind but mostly, Yunho feels as though a fire is burning across his skin, a blaze that only Changmin can slake. Legs wrap around the student’s narrow waist as Yunho adds his own rolls of his hips to the pace, letting out a guttural moan as Changmin sucks bruises along his throat. Changmin’s shoulders are slick with perspiration but Yunho hangs on anyway, nails scratching at skin when the genius grows a little rougher, feeling the boy’s length drive into him.
Yunho writhes, feeling his own urgency kick in and he bucks and tries to pull Changmin closer, hands fluttering over the other student’s sides, brushing the ladder of his ribcage as he urges Changmin to move faster above him. Changmin’s sweat melds with his own, damp heat in the cruxes of his thighs and behind his knees where strong hands guide him upward, tilting his hips back. The smell of sex permeates the air and it makes Yunho’s head spin, drawing in the heady scent of Changmin with each gasping inhale. He’s never felt so undone by someone else’s hands, Changmin’s pace rough but wicked, pushing Yunho close to the edge. His heart pounds against his sternum, blood throbbing through his veins and Yunho needs a hand on his cock desperately, wishing Changmin would reach down and squeeze his sensitive flesh just forcefully enough to have Yunho tumble right over the wall of immense pleasure he’s been straddling. A garbled noise is all that makes it out when he tries to vocalise this and his skin burns impossibly further when the next word his voice makes sounds embarrassingly like, ‘hyung.’
If Yunho is close, it would seem Changmin is taking his time, despite the fast pace. The genius looks far from frantic whilst chasing his pleasure, mouth open as he pants and eyes hooded as he watches Yunho beneath him, a muscular arm straining to keep him upright. Changmin’s slightly longer locks are damp with sweat and Yunho stops scratching at the student like a cat in heat just long enough to push them out of Changmin’s face, smoothing strands behind his ears before yanking hard at the back of his head to smash their mouths together. He bites along Changmin’s jaw when they break apart, mouths wet and shining with saliva, Changmin’s lips puffier than usual and it makes Yunho smirk into the other’s skin, nibbling at the long column of neck in front of him.
‘I’m not going to last much longer, hyung,’ Yunho murmurs, attempting to curve his body to rub his length against Changmin’s belly.
Changmin seems to get the point, taking Yunho into his hand and he forces their mouths together, the slightest hint of beer still lingering on their tongues and surprisingly, Yunho doesn’t mind the taste when it’s warm and coming from Changmin. He keens as his erection is tugged, the friction amplified by the lack of lubricant and it’s just unintentionally rough enough for Yunho to love it. Upon hearing his strangled plea for more, Changmin scrambles for purchase with his feet on the mattress, giving it to him hard, just as he promised and Yunho really is more than happy to take it. He wants to take it all- the mind numbing pleasure forcing all thought and self consciousness from his head, leaving him wild and needy and he eggs Changmin on, calling the other’s name, bucking and arching off the bed.
When his orgasm tears through him, Yunho’s not even prepared for how intense the sensation is, rippling through his body and leaving him to shake violently, unable to soothe his singed nerves as pleasure burns through him, limbs twitching. He scrapes and scratches at Changmin’s skin, crying out loudly and pulling hair, tangling with the sheets as he tears into them, knuckles white as he searches for something to cling to- to ground him from the ecstasy that’s wracking his body. Changmin shushes him, voice low in his ear and a little hoarse, his hand thankfully removed from Yunho’s dick and his hips jerking in small, short movements, still pushing into Yunho as his arms cradle his waist, supporting his lower back and lifting him to just the right angle and oh- Yunho realises Changmin is coming too. Shoulders tensed and biting his own lip hard, eyes screwed shut and Yunho feels a little disappointed he only caught the very last fragments of Changmin’s climax, too busy blinking back stars of his own.
They flop apart, onto their backs and Yunho watches Changmin’s chest rise as he heaves in air. A hand slips off the filled condom carefully, tossing it over the edge of the bed and Yunho eyes the mess he’s made of Changmin’s stomach. It’s too much to resist, white ribbons clinging to the dusky trail of hair from Changmin’s navel and Yunho crawls over to lick it off.
‘Christ,’ Changmin sucks in air through his teeth, shifting beneath him minutely, ‘Jung, is that necessary?’
Fingers thread through Yunho’s hair and Yunho just hums in response, liking the light weight of Changmin’s hand on his head as he cleans him with his tongue. ‘Mmm,’ he murmurs, dragging over every inch of skin as Changmin twitches, trying to calm his breathing. ‘I like your happy trail,’ he extends his tongue carefully, smoothing the hair in the right direction like a cat. ‘I don’t have one.’
Changmin sighs at Yunho’s smile, flopping back into the pillows, letting Yunho blow cool air over the wet streaks to dry them off. His hand remains in Yunho’s hair though and Yunho decides he’s happy for it to remain there, kissing his way upwards until he can press his cheek to Changmin’s chest. He drops down to smother Changmin’s legs and trace patterns on the genius’ skin with his fingertips.
‘You even have a tiny bit of hair here,’ Yunho grins playfully, petting Changmin’s chest.
‘Yeah, I’m hairy and you’re not, I get it,’ Changmin shoves at Yunho’s shoulder, urging him to sit up so Yunho draws up to his knees. ‘Put your clothes on.’
‘What?’ Yunho says incredulously, ‘Did you really think I was criticising you?’
Changmin rolls his eyes and sits up. He picks up Yunho’s jeans from the floor and tosses them at him.
‘I’m not ready to leave,’ Yunho glares stubbornly.
Changmin glares back and stands, shuffling Yunho’s books and notes together before cracking open the last beer.
‘You got what you wanted.’
Yunho’s mouth drops open and he flushes red with shame.
‘Oh, not quite then?’ Changmin’s features are marred by a wicked grin, too lopsided and angry to be a smirk but Yunho knows he’s trying. ‘There’s a condition then?’
Yunho only has eyes for the floor at that moment.
‘I hope you screamed loud enough for them to hear you then,’ Changmin’s smirk is more genuine the second try. ‘It sure seemed that way up close.’
Yunho can’t help himself- he’s mortified at his own behaviour but Changmin infuriates him in ways he can’t understand.
‘You are such an arrogant, pigheaded, condescending asshole,’ Yunho seethes.
Changmin let’s out a chuckle. ‘Obviously. So who put you up to this?’ he gestures between them.
Yunho studies Changmin warily. ‘How did you know?’
The genius rolls his eyes, tugging on pants to sit low on his hips. ‘I told you already- I can read you like a book. Equal parts ambition and guilt. I’m not sure why you feel guilty though.’
‘Your assignment, the one due tomorrow,’ Yunho blurts. ‘I don’t feel guilty about the sex because I gave as good as I got and you should feel damn lucky about that,’ he scowls.
Changmin chuckles again. ‘Finished it on Tuesday and submitted it early.’
Yunho lets out a breath of relief and laughs himself, ‘Kyuhun will be pissed.’
Changmin grins. ‘I should have known it’d be that idiot. He’d get a sick pleasure from forcing two people who hate each other together.’
‘No one forced me,’ Yunho growls angrily, ‘or you. You didn’t have to sleep with me if you didn’t want to and you know it. And I don’t hate you.’
‘How could I resist your porn star-worthy seduction methods, Jung?’ Changmin snorts. ‘And you called me an insufferable pretentious prick, an arrogant twat whose IQ is only surpassed by the size of his ears and an annoying, self-important git with delusions of grandeur, just last year.’
‘Well you kind of are!’ Yunho argues loudly, yanking his jeans on. ‘And I was kind of drunk. You had just insulted my boyfriend.’
‘Because he was a hypocritical, overzealous religious nut who would screw you and then condemn you for being easy,’ Changmin grits out and Yunho thinks he can hear his teeth grinding from across the room.
It bites a little that Changmin’s assessment is so accurate- that’s exactly what his boyfriend had done but Yunho had been young, stupid and in love. Not to mention, quite, quite drunk.
‘So you tried to point out that someone is a jerk by being a jerk? Your social skills have no bounds!’ Yunho snorts. ‘And your ears are fine, seriously, they’re the least of your problems. They’re almost kind of cute, unlike the rest of you,’ he rolls his eyes.
Changmin blinks hard as though he hopes Yunho and his unbelievable stupidity will somehow evaporate in the time it takes for him to open his eyes. ‘Are you seriously going on a tangent about my ears when we’re arguing?’
‘Well you clearly have a thing about it,’ Yunho says exasperatedly. ‘You’ve held onto that comment for this long. It’s not like I called you a big-eared freak or cracked Dumbo jokes or anything. Get over it! Your hair was really short back then, it’s a lot longer now- you can barely tell,’ he gestures at Changmin’s head.
Changmin glares at him, crossing his arms over his chest and then looking sharply to the side. An ugly realisation dawns on Yunho as he can see the self-consciousness pour off of Changmin, the arrogant exterior beginning to warp.
‘Oh my god, don’t tell me you grew your hair out with that in mind?’ Yunho’s jaw drops. ‘You are so freaking challenged,’ he darts forward, making a grab for the scissors on the desk ‘Come here! I’m going to cut it all off -let me cut it all off!’ he growls, jumping at Changmin and trying to reach around for the pair of scissors.
Changmin fights him briefly before pinning him to the desk, body pressing against his. ‘There is no way in hell you are cutting my hair,’ the genius stares Yunho down and he finally stops reaching for the scissors behind him.
‘I can’t believe you would take something like that to heart,’ Yunho pouts, ‘I was really drunk and you pissed me off. Now you’re making me feel bad about it.’
‘It’s fine,’ Changmin says dismissively, but he doesn’t move away. ‘I said some things too.’
‘Yeah, but we all know I really am a busybody,’ Yunho shrugs. ‘Though I don’t really get the naïve label…Oh…’ Yunho’s eyes widen as Changmin slips a hand down the front of his jeans, palming him carefully.
Yunho pushes his hips towards Changmin. His eyelids flutter as the other student strokes him gently, his flesh beginning to twitch and swell.
‘Not naïve,’ Yunho objects, his grumpy tone ruined by the way his breath hitches into a whine on the upstroke.
‘Just easily persuaded,’ Changmin murmurs in agreement before mouthing at his neck and Yunho’s glad the desk is supporting him because his knees actually go weak and he thought that was something that only happened in books.
Yunho just gurgles in response- not quite the intelligent defence he wanted to express but Changmin’s fingers feel too good around his cock for him to care. ‘If you keep doing that, I’m not going to let you stop.’
‘Because of the pledge?’ Changmin asks carefully.
‘Hell no,’ Yunho almost snorts, hitching his leg up around Changmin’s waist. ‘Because it makes me want to ride you till morning- or at least until we’re out of condoms.’
He can feel Changmin snicker against his throat, breath hot before his nose nuzzles into Yunho. ‘I can live with that,’ the genius agrees, kissing his throat as he lifts Yunho over to dump him on the bed.
It’s really hard for Yunho to even think about the pledge when Changmin is crawling over him, a condom packet between his teeth and the promise of an even better round glinting in his eyes.
Still he feels it necessary to warn Changmin that they might be inadvertently completing his task to fuck all night.
‘There are consequences,’ Yunho murmurs hazily as he’s stripped of his jeans for the second time that evening, pliant in Changmin’s hands. ‘You’ll never get rid of me after this.’
Changmin smiles, all blinding, mirth and perfect teeth as he shakes his head.
‘Then I’ll take your advice and get over it.’
Yunho grins and deftly shoves his hands down the back of Changmin’s pants, grabbing his bare ass and hauling him closer, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss.
Changmin doesn’t let Yunho take the walk of shame in the morning. In fact, Yunho’s not sure if he even has enough strength left in his legs to do more than crawl it, but after their night, morning and lazy afternoon of fucking, talking and occasional napping, they emerge together, Changmin herding and half carrying him down the hall into the showers. They wash up quickly because after they’d eaten through all the snacks Yunho had brought for the bribe and everything Changmin hoarded away in his desk drawers, Yunho had demanded that his senior treat him to dinner and to his surprise, Changmin hadn’t objected at all. Yunho wonders if perhaps he’s worn the genius’ resolve down, especially after discovering that those cute ears were particularly receptive to the warm touch of his lips and the nip of his teeth. A few of the other seniors stare as they head out across the grass, Changmin’s arm around his back for support and stupid grins on both their faces. He knows he’s broken the record for the longest stay in Changmin’s room but what the other student’s don’t know is that Yunho intends to be spending the night there a lot more often from now on.
Kangin allows Yunho to pledge properly, along with eight other boys and whilst Changmin attends with a disgruntled expression on his face, he says nothing to protest it. He continues to remain suddenly impartial on the subject when his cock is in Yunho’s mouth later that night, Yunho more than a little drunk from the celebrations.
They end up fucking a little too often to be just fuck buddies and at some point throughout the first term, Yunho begins to notice that even just being around Changmin without the anticipation of sex leaves him with all the wrong kinds of illicit feelings bubbling hot in his tummy. Changmin’s still arrogant, rude and at times stand-offish, they still bicker like crazy, though there’s little tangible anger between them and the sex seems to become a less fast, impersonal and rough unless that’s what Yunho asks for. Occasionally, Yunho can’t stand the genius’ attitude and the way Changmin can zone out everything and everyone for days when he’s into an assignment, and he knows the other student is less than impressed by Yunho’s large group of friends, late night drunken booty calls and that week that Yunho stole the spare key to Changmin’s room from the dorm supervisor and let himself in constantly. Well, Changmin had become less pissed about the last one as long as Yunho was already naked in his bed but he’d still overstepped the line considering that they’re not even official- Yunho mildly surprised that he even wants them to be official.
He thinks about it a lot as he runs fingers through Changmin’s newly shorn locks, his genius looking gorgeous with long, black sweeping bangs and the back carefully shaved close, leaving a deliciously soft yet spiky patch of hair at the nape for Yunho to play with whilst Changmin reads his textbooks.
‘You’re going to have to stop that so I can concentrate,’ Changmin says abruptly and his tone only halts Yunho’s fingers for a few seconds, knowing the student well enough to tell when Changmin’s actually pissed off or just being his ordinary self.
‘You look too good,’ Yunho smiles, tugging Changmin’s ear gently.
He’d bought Changmin a pair of small studs for his birthday next month to show off the ears he’s become rather endeared to, but was still having trouble deciding whether it’s appropriate to give the student a present or not. They weren’t quite friends, nor boyfriends or fuck buddies. Yunho’s not quite sure how to define them but he’s come to love the shy vulnerability beneath Changmin’s grumpy, forthright exterior. He suspects Changmin is potentially hiding multiple personalities under that initial coldness because he’s still not quite sure where the genius’ sex god persona appears from at times. Yunho just knows that he likes that too and that he’s become rather adept at deflecting the majority of Changmin’s ill-tempered remarks now. Changmin’s his senior but really a year younger than Yunho and he has to wonder if there’s always been a sense of isolation surrounding the student, growing up too fast and too intelligent for the majority of his peers. Yunho’s not unintelligent but he knows he’s not on level with Changmin’s high-speed processor of a brain, which is perhaps why they always gravitate towards sex or stupid conversations Yunho starts about anime and comic books when they’re together. Yunho hopes that’s not a bad thing- he quite likes their often inane conversations about things other than how crappy their classes are.
Sometimes he wonders what Changmin gets from their interactions, other than the sex, if the student wants more and if that’s something Yunho is even ready to give.
‘I know I look good,’ Changmin snorts dismissively, ‘I think you covered that in detail a half an hour ago when I came home and you jumped my bones. Aren’t you tired after that? What more could you want?’
Yunho pouts because he’s never been good at hiding when Changmin’s sharp little remarks really do find a soft spot to sink into beneath his armour. He brushes Changmin’s fringe smooth after a moment and lets his hands flop to his sides but doesn’t move to get out of bed like he knows he should.
‘Your time, love…affection,’ Yunho lists quietly.
Changmin shifts, staring up at Yunho carefully, studying his eyes. It makes Yunho want to look away but he can’t.
‘You’re an idiot, Jung,’ Changmin says tersely, eyes boring into Yunho’s face.
‘Excuse me?’
‘You should have said something sooner,’ the genius rolls his eyes. ‘What do you think I’ve been trying to do here? Did you really think I’d put up with your extremely annoying, nosy streak if I didn’t enjoy your company?’
‘But- but we’re not dating?’ Yunho feels a little high from elation, regardless of the fact that Changmin just called him annoying.
Changmin just looks at Yunho as though he’s talking to a five-year-old child.
‘Yeah, we kind of have,’ the other student points out. ‘Maybe on the lazier side of dating but we fuck all the time, you’re constantly staying over even if we don’t have sex, we spends nights making out and watching movies together. We even take turns buying each other lunch or dinner three nights a week. You do all the other stuff like bowling and clubbing with your friends so we never do those things but it’s pretty obvious to everyone on campus that we’re together.’
‘Oh,’ Yunho says stupidly.
He’d never really thought about it like that.
‘Yes, “Oh,”’ Changmin reiterates. ‘You are seriously too naïve sometimes.’
Changmin yanks him down for a kiss, the angle odd but both of them too eager to care, all teeth and too much tongue because Yunho can’t stop smiling and once he starts, Changmin can’t help but grin back. Yunho deftly takes Changmin’s book and tosses it across the room, climbing into Changmin’s lap, the two of them still naked under the sheets from earlier.
‘Well then,’ Yunho grins, wiggling his hips above Changmin, ‘I think we’ll need to make certain that’s one hundred percent official. Perhaps all weekend.’
Changmin smiles back brightly and those butterflies tumbling through his stomach seem to ignite with happiness.
‘I think that’s an excellent plan, Jung,’ Changmin nods before grinning somewhat maliciously, hands already stroking up Yunho’s thighs and Yunho’s brain is already melting. ‘Just don’t forget to scream for your hyung, since Kyuhun so kindly played match maker and switched rooms to next door, I’m sure he’d love to know it’s official now.’
A/N: So this is for xxfergiexx. I hope you like it! It’s probably the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written so I don’t really know how it turned out. Thanks again for the lovely banner <3
On another note, it’s my exam period soon and then I’m off travelling, I won’t be around much to update and neither will the Empress but it’s her birthday next month, so expect at least one post as I’m stuck in Singapore. :)
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