Good Boy.
Good Boy
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JaeMin, HoSu (if you squint); NC-17, bandfic, slight crack, humor; oneshot, ~1,300 words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual. Somewhat OOC, I think.
Jaejoong makes a sex tape.
AN: Just some ridiculous little one-shot to entertain you guys until I put out something more substantial. ;__; I hope this at least makes you smile, because fandom needs something to smile about right now.
Even as Yoochun shoves a bowl of popcorn into his hands, Yunho knows this is a Bad Idea.
"This is an invasion of privacy," he complains, and yet his hand still grabs a few kernels from the bowl and tucks them into his mouth.
"We have no privacy," Yoochun snorts from his position on the floor. He's in the process of hooking Jaejoong's tiny digital camcorder up to their TV in the living room, coloring the air with various English profanities at odd intervals as he works. Yunho doubts Yoochun is using any of them correctly. "Besides, anything Jaejoong bothered to record for an hour has got to be worth a watch."
Yunho frowns. "Or it'll traumatize us."
"Exactly." Yoochun starts up the camera and crawls over to the couch. "So either way we'll be entertained. Gimme some popcorn."
Yunho holds the bowl out wordlessly as he watches the TV.
The video starts out innocent enough. It's Changmin, in their bedroom, his lap full of text books and notes and other school-related paraphernalia. Jaejoong is manning the camera, talking to the youngest while doing random close-ups of Changmin's notes and one almost embarrassingly long close-up of his crotch. Just when Yunho's about to relax, to assume that Jaejoong filmed nothing more than an hour of him verbally molesting Changmin while the boy studies (because that is certainly something Jaejoong would enjoy filming), things start to go sour.
"Changmin..."
"Yeah?" The youngest looks up at the camera, adjusting his glasses before his eyes slide up to Jaejoong's face instead. "You realize I have a test in English soon, right?"
"Fuck that. Get Yoochun to help you."
"If I used Yoochun's English I would've flunked out last semester."
"Hey, I'm not that bad." Yoochun frowns at the TV as he shovels another handful of popcorn into his mouth.
"Well then, take a break. Too much studying and you won't remember any of it."
Changmin sighs and takes his glasses off, setting the books and papers aside. "Alright, what do you want, hyung?"
Jaejoong's voice sounds smug. "Not much, I promise. Just... I miss your mouth, dongsaeng."
"He damn well better be talking about Changmin's snark," Yunho breathes.
"I don't think so." Yoochun looks vaguely amused as he crams more popcorn into his mouth, trying to tuck it into his cheek to speak around it. "Jaejoong has really bad pick-up lines."
Yunho stares at him.
"Not while you have a camera."
"Oh come on, I'll only film a little of it." Jaejoong's voice sounds like he's smiling.
"I'm not making a sex tape with you!" Changmin laughs, shaking his head as he moves his books to the floor.
"It's not a sex tape! There's no tape. It's digital. C'mon, I just wanna watch it once and then I'll delete it, I promise."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"Because you're too suspicious. Your hyung wouldn't lie to you."
"What the hell are you talking about? You lie like a rug!" Changmin laughs at the camera, his hands shooting out to tickle Jaejoong. The video suddenly gets extremely shaky as Jaejoong tries to escape Changmin's merciless assault.
"Stop that!" The view settles on the bedsheets for a few seconds as the two move around, Jaejoong's laughter dying down as he sits with his back against the wall on the bed. The camera comes up again, auto-focusing on Changmin getting settled between Jaejoong's legs as the youngest begins to undo the button on Jaejoong's jeans.
Yunho makes a strangled sound in his throat, jaw slack as he stares at the screen. "They did not."
"Told you this was fucking worth a watch." Yoochun's eyes are glued to the screen as he crams more popcorn down his throat.
The zipper is surprisingly loud in the otherwise silent room. Jaejoong giggles behind the camera as he focuses the view on the tent he's pitching in his underwear. Changmin reaches in, head bowed to hide his face as he draws Jaejoong's cock out into full-view. He gives it a few strokes before ducking his head and taking the tip into his mouth. Changmin's cheeks hollow as he sucks, and Jaejoong makes a sweet little moan off-camera as he zooms in on the lips wrapped around his cock.
"We shouldn't be watching this," Yunho blurts out, eyes still fixed raptly on the sex tape - because that's what this is, a sex tape, isn't it? - playing out in front of him.
"Changmin gives good head," Yoochun mutters. Yunho glares at him and he shrugs. "What? He does."
Jaejoong starts moaning as Changmin takes more into his mouth, his head beginning to bob a bit as his lips slide further and further down. Jaejoong's hand comes into view, sliding through Changmin's hair before brushing it back from his face, the camera focusing on what is unmistakably Choikang Changmin giving an excellent blowjob. The youngest's lips are getting a bit red as they work at Jaejoong's cock.
"Just like that," Jaejoong breathes, hand tightening a bit in Changmin's hair to guide him. "Good boy." Changmin makes a little moan but offers no protest as Jaejoong begins to fuck his mouth.
"Well," Yoochun suddenly speaks up, shifting the bowl of popcorn in his lap. "What do we do now? Do we leak it?"
"What?" Yunho stares at him like he's grown a second head. "Of course not! You wanna end our careers? What the hell are you thinking?"
"Well, that's what people do with sex tapes, right? They leak 'em."
A key slides into the lock on the front door, cutting their conversation short, and Yoochun barely has time to pause the video before the front door opens. If it's their manager, they're fucked; there is no way to gently explain why they have a video of Changmin sucking cock, and no words for the amount of hell they'll have to pay for such a video even existing.
Fortunately, it's just the stars of the video they were watching, along with Junsu. Yunho explodes before they even have a chance to take off their shoes.
"You! What the hell is this!" He thrusts an angry finger at the TV. Jaejoong and Changmin blink innocently, coming into the living room to peer at the screen, Junsu trailing behind them. Changmin's eyes go wide.
"You said you'd delete it!" He yells, giving Jaejoong a non-too-gentle punch to the arm.
"I haven't had a chance to watch it!"
"It shouldn't even exist!" Yunho interrupts. "Why did you make this?"
Yoochun continues to shovel popcorn into his mouth. The bowl is nearly empty.
"It was just for fun! No one was gonna see it. No one else would have even seen it if you weren't snooping through my stuff!" Jaejoong crosses his arms. "Which one of you found it?"
"That's entirely beside the point." Yunho turns his glare to Changmin. "I'm incredibly disappointed in you."
"Me? Why?"
"You should know better than to do something like this!"
Changmin sputters. "But it was Jaejoong's fault!"
"So? You're more mature than he is. You should've put a stop to it." Yunho heaves a sigh, looking flustered. "Jaejoong, delete the damn sex tape and don't you dare leave another one sitting around again."
Jaejoong snorts and grabs his camera, disconnecting it from the TV and cradling it to his chest. "Yeah, fine."
They all watch silently as Yunho finally turns and escapes just a bit too quickly down the hall. Junsu eyes the rest of them with a grin before following.
"So," Yoochun breaks the awkward silence after a moment, hugging the empty popcorn bowl in his lap. "Changmin gives good head."
Changmin coughs and Jaejoong's eyes flash.
"Yeah, he's a good boy," Jaejoong finally says, stroking the camera in his arms. "You should try it sometime."
Yoochun's lips curl into a grin and Changmin does his best not to look too much like a deer in the headlights. Tonight will definitely be interesting.
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boomtrack @ kiiteruno
JaeMin, HoSu (if you squint); NC-17, bandfic, slight crack, humor; oneshot, ~1,300 words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual. Somewhat OOC, I think.
Jaejoong makes a sex tape.
AN: Just some ridiculous little one-shot to entertain you guys until I put out something more substantial. ;__; I hope this at least makes you smile, because fandom needs something to smile about right now.
Even as Yoochun shoves a bowl of popcorn into his hands, Yunho knows this is a Bad Idea.
"This is an invasion of privacy," he complains, and yet his hand still grabs a few kernels from the bowl and tucks them into his mouth.
"We have no privacy," Yoochun snorts from his position on the floor. He's in the process of hooking Jaejoong's tiny digital camcorder up to their TV in the living room, coloring the air with various English profanities at odd intervals as he works. Yunho doubts Yoochun is using any of them correctly. "Besides, anything Jaejoong bothered to record for an hour has got to be worth a watch."
Yunho frowns. "Or it'll traumatize us."
"Exactly." Yoochun starts up the camera and crawls over to the couch. "So either way we'll be entertained. Gimme some popcorn."
Yunho holds the bowl out wordlessly as he watches the TV.
The video starts out innocent enough. It's Changmin, in their bedroom, his lap full of text books and notes and other school-related paraphernalia. Jaejoong is manning the camera, talking to the youngest while doing random close-ups of Changmin's notes and one almost embarrassingly long close-up of his crotch. Just when Yunho's about to relax, to assume that Jaejoong filmed nothing more than an hour of him verbally molesting Changmin while the boy studies (because that is certainly something Jaejoong would enjoy filming), things start to go sour.
"Changmin..."
"Yeah?" The youngest looks up at the camera, adjusting his glasses before his eyes slide up to Jaejoong's face instead. "You realize I have a test in English soon, right?"
"Fuck that. Get Yoochun to help you."
"If I used Yoochun's English I would've flunked out last semester."
"Hey, I'm not that bad." Yoochun frowns at the TV as he shovels another handful of popcorn into his mouth.
"Well then, take a break. Too much studying and you won't remember any of it."
Changmin sighs and takes his glasses off, setting the books and papers aside. "Alright, what do you want, hyung?"
Jaejoong's voice sounds smug. "Not much, I promise. Just... I miss your mouth, dongsaeng."
"He damn well better be talking about Changmin's snark," Yunho breathes.
"I don't think so." Yoochun looks vaguely amused as he crams more popcorn into his mouth, trying to tuck it into his cheek to speak around it. "Jaejoong has really bad pick-up lines."
Yunho stares at him.
"Not while you have a camera."
"Oh come on, I'll only film a little of it." Jaejoong's voice sounds like he's smiling.
"I'm not making a sex tape with you!" Changmin laughs, shaking his head as he moves his books to the floor.
"It's not a sex tape! There's no tape. It's digital. C'mon, I just wanna watch it once and then I'll delete it, I promise."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"Because you're too suspicious. Your hyung wouldn't lie to you."
"What the hell are you talking about? You lie like a rug!" Changmin laughs at the camera, his hands shooting out to tickle Jaejoong. The video suddenly gets extremely shaky as Jaejoong tries to escape Changmin's merciless assault.
"Stop that!" The view settles on the bedsheets for a few seconds as the two move around, Jaejoong's laughter dying down as he sits with his back against the wall on the bed. The camera comes up again, auto-focusing on Changmin getting settled between Jaejoong's legs as the youngest begins to undo the button on Jaejoong's jeans.
Yunho makes a strangled sound in his throat, jaw slack as he stares at the screen. "They did not."
"Told you this was fucking worth a watch." Yoochun's eyes are glued to the screen as he crams more popcorn down his throat.
The zipper is surprisingly loud in the otherwise silent room. Jaejoong giggles behind the camera as he focuses the view on the tent he's pitching in his underwear. Changmin reaches in, head bowed to hide his face as he draws Jaejoong's cock out into full-view. He gives it a few strokes before ducking his head and taking the tip into his mouth. Changmin's cheeks hollow as he sucks, and Jaejoong makes a sweet little moan off-camera as he zooms in on the lips wrapped around his cock.
"We shouldn't be watching this," Yunho blurts out, eyes still fixed raptly on the sex tape - because that's what this is, a sex tape, isn't it? - playing out in front of him.
"Changmin gives good head," Yoochun mutters. Yunho glares at him and he shrugs. "What? He does."
Jaejoong starts moaning as Changmin takes more into his mouth, his head beginning to bob a bit as his lips slide further and further down. Jaejoong's hand comes into view, sliding through Changmin's hair before brushing it back from his face, the camera focusing on what is unmistakably Choikang Changmin giving an excellent blowjob. The youngest's lips are getting a bit red as they work at Jaejoong's cock.
"Just like that," Jaejoong breathes, hand tightening a bit in Changmin's hair to guide him. "Good boy." Changmin makes a little moan but offers no protest as Jaejoong begins to fuck his mouth.
"Well," Yoochun suddenly speaks up, shifting the bowl of popcorn in his lap. "What do we do now? Do we leak it?"
"What?" Yunho stares at him like he's grown a second head. "Of course not! You wanna end our careers? What the hell are you thinking?"
"Well, that's what people do with sex tapes, right? They leak 'em."
A key slides into the lock on the front door, cutting their conversation short, and Yoochun barely has time to pause the video before the front door opens. If it's their manager, they're fucked; there is no way to gently explain why they have a video of Changmin sucking cock, and no words for the amount of hell they'll have to pay for such a video even existing.
Fortunately, it's just the stars of the video they were watching, along with Junsu. Yunho explodes before they even have a chance to take off their shoes.
"You! What the hell is this!" He thrusts an angry finger at the TV. Jaejoong and Changmin blink innocently, coming into the living room to peer at the screen, Junsu trailing behind them. Changmin's eyes go wide.
"You said you'd delete it!" He yells, giving Jaejoong a non-too-gentle punch to the arm.
"I haven't had a chance to watch it!"
"It shouldn't even exist!" Yunho interrupts. "Why did you make this?"
Yoochun continues to shovel popcorn into his mouth. The bowl is nearly empty.
"It was just for fun! No one was gonna see it. No one else would have even seen it if you weren't snooping through my stuff!" Jaejoong crosses his arms. "Which one of you found it?"
"That's entirely beside the point." Yunho turns his glare to Changmin. "I'm incredibly disappointed in you."
"Me? Why?"
"You should know better than to do something like this!"
Changmin sputters. "But it was Jaejoong's fault!"
"So? You're more mature than he is. You should've put a stop to it." Yunho heaves a sigh, looking flustered. "Jaejoong, delete the damn sex tape and don't you dare leave another one sitting around again."
Jaejoong snorts and grabs his camera, disconnecting it from the TV and cradling it to his chest. "Yeah, fine."
They all watch silently as Yunho finally turns and escapes just a bit too quickly down the hall. Junsu eyes the rest of them with a grin before following.
"So," Yoochun breaks the awkward silence after a moment, hugging the empty popcorn bowl in his lap. "Changmin gives good head."
Changmin coughs and Jaejoong's eyes flash.
"Yeah, he's a good boy," Jaejoong finally says, stroking the camera in his arms. "You should try it sometime."
Yoochun's lips curl into a grin and Changmin does his best not to look too much like a deer in the headlights. Tonight will definitely be interesting.
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