“I Don’t Love Men” My Ass

[pandragonriyong]

Title: (#048) “I Don’t Love Men” My Ass
Pairing: MinHo
Summary: There’s a reason why Jaejoong fangirl’d over Yunho during the shooting of their music video Wrong Number.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Humor, Smut
Disclaimer: TVXQ are the Kings - we belong to them. Trolol.
A/N: Prompt for ficreader09: Jealousy. I know I’m like three years late since Wrong Number was promoted in 2009, but hey. Smut is still smut ^_____^
Warning: Dirty talking. Is that even considered a warning?



*

“I don’t love men.”

Yunho thinks it’s a funny thing for Changmin to say after he had practically whispered in his ear that he was in fucking love with him as he shot his cum up his ass last night. Yunho squirms in his seat, the pain suddenly making itself known. Damn Changmin and his sudden sexual urges.

“You okay?”

Yunho looks up to see Jaejoong coming towards him as he finishes his little banter with Changmin, smiling at his concerned face. “Maybe? Is trying not to limp while shooting the music video of Wrong Number considered okay?”

Jaejoong chuckles. “It depends. Did he use a condom?”

Yunho shakes his head with a small smile.

“Then it’s all good.” Jaejoong sits on a chair next to Yunho and his smile drops. “But seriously. Want me to hit him for you? He’s being more inconsiderate than usual.”

Yunho puts on a sad face and slumps further onto his seat. “No, it’s okay. He’s just being himself.”

Jaejoong scoffs and folds his arms. “If being himself means being a complete asshole and being completely ignorant to his boyfriend’s feelings, then no, he’s just being stupid.”

“I’m not his boyfriend,” Yunho smiles reassuringly, though there’s a hint of sadness in his voice. “And he’s not mine.”

“He’s the ultimate douche,” Jaejoong fumes, ignoring Yunho. “Blatantly telling a lie like that to the PD.”

“I’m sure he has his reasons. Besides, our default sexual preference is that we like girls.”

“Then Yoochun’s safe,” Jaejoong says with a grin. “I look like a girl anyway.”

“Then how is it you top me?” Yoochun appears out of nowhere, pouting as he sits next to Jaejoong. He gives him a chaste kiss on the lips when he knows that no crew member is looking.

“I just do,” Jaejoong smirks, kissing Yoochun back.

“You guys are so cute,” Yunho says with a roll of his eyes, though Jaejoong can hear the hint of longing and envy in his voice. “As much as I like cute, I’m going to drown in a gooey pink puddle soon. Make out somewhere else, please. Preferably not in front of me?”

“You wish,” Jaejoong says with a slight growl, wrapping his arms around Yoochun’s waist and pulling him closer.

“Well then, can I if Yunho hyung can’t?” Junsu cuts in with a smile as he ambles over, handing the three members water bottles. “’Cause I do.”

Yoochun smiles behind his water bottle and Jaejoong rolls his eyes, a sarcastic smile on his lips as he plays with the bottle in his hands. “So funny, our Junsu.”

Changmin chooses to join in as well, this time with an air full of authority that easily overpowers Yunho’s best leader expression. “Manager hyungnim doesn’t seem to think so.” He chances a quick glance at the left and Yunho follows his line of sight, catching sight of their manager look irritable and ready to burst, holding his cellphone in one hand as though expecting a call. “Why are you guys all here? We’re supposed to be filming.” He turns to Yunho. “Yunho hyung, what happened to ‘no breaks until director-sshi is satisfied’? I expected better of you.”

Yunho feels as if he had gone back to the earlier years of their debut, as if one of their trainers or someone from the management had reprimanded him for not taking better care of his members or not being a good leader in general. He slumps his shoulders slightly in both disappointment and embarrassment and Jaejoong notices.

With a growl, Jaejoong stands up so fast his chair falls over. He takes two big strides and grabs Changmin’s collar and roughly brings him close until their noses are almost touching. “Don’t you dare talk to Yunho that way! He’s the leader, not you, so he knows what’s best. So I suggest you start concentrating on being the stupid little maknae that you’re supposed to and take. Your words. Back.” He shakes Changmin once, roughly. “Take your fucking words back!”

Yunho stands up and takes a step forward when he sees Changmin’s fist clenching. “Jaejoong …” he says warningly. Years of practice made Yunho tune out the discouragement and hatred from the antis, but it still hurts all the same. Though the pain is a bit more intense because it was said by someone he loves and cares about, he can’t let anyone know he’s affected by them. “It’s okay. I’m fine. There’s no need to resort to violence.”

Jaejoong turns his glare to Yunho. “Didn’t you hear him, Yunho? Didn’t you hear what the little bastard said?! Fuck, he’s got some nerve!”

“Jaejoong.” Yunho’s voice is steely, and he ignores the slight quiver in his voice. “I said that it’s okay.”

Jaejoong turns to look back at Changmin, whose face had hardened and had clenched his jaw, and reluctantly lets go with another growl. He suddenly snatches Yunho’s wrist and pulls him away from the rest to their dressing room, ignoring the questioning stares from the crew members as they passed. A quick look around tells him that their manager is nowhere to be seen (he probably had to take a call or something) and Jaejoong heaves a sigh of relief. He really doesn’t want to deal with him screaming at them for their inappropriate behavior.

They reach the dressing room and Jaejoong slams the door behind them and locks it, his anger quickly melting to guilt when he turns around and sees Yunho in the middle of the room, looking at the floor. Jaejoong sighs and slumps against the door, running his hand through his styled hair and realizing belatedly that he’s going to get chewed for ruining his hairstyle. “Oh God … oh my - … Yunho, I am so sorry.”

Yunho looks up at Jaejoong’s direction, though he only sees up to his chin before looking back down onto the floor, toeing a piece of lint on the floor. “What for?”

Jaejoong’s anger speedily returns. “Don’t act stupid, Yunho,” he growls. “What for? In case you didn’t notice, I caused a scene. I almost picked a real fight with Changmin. I let you get hurt by his words. How’s that for ‘what for’?” As if to end his point, Jaejoong folds his arms with a slight air of superiority, though he resembled more of a petulant child.

Yunho chuckles, the sound hollow in both their ears, and he doesn’t look up. “That’s not unusual. For the first one, I mean. You’re always making a scene.”

Jaejoong’s eyes narrow. “Yunho …” he growls warningly.

Yunho sighs and finally meets Jaejoong’s eyes, the elder of the two growing alarmed at the sight of tears. “I can’t help it! It hurts, all right? It fucking hurts when Changmin said that he loved me! You heard him! He doesn’t love men! He lied to me, Jaejoong! He lied!”

Jaejoong resists the urge to flail his arms as he usually does when one of his band members cry. Comforting someone heartbroken and comforting someone who had scraped their knee are two totally different things. “Okay, shit, calm down, Yunnie,” Jaejoong says awkwardly as he pulls the taller man into a hug because he had never done this before and how the fuck do you comfort a heartbroken person? “Breathe.” He waits for Yunho’s sharp cries to die down slightly and he hugs him tighter. “Okay, okay. Maybe … he does have his reasons.”

“But what if he doesn’t?” Yunho sobs into Jaejoong’s shoulder, the latter groaning internally at the endless nagging he’ll have from his stylist noona at not only ruining his hair but also for wetting his clothes. “What if he only said that to make me feel loved?”

“You are loved, Yunnie,” Jaejoong runs his hand up and down Yunho’s back to comfort him. “Yoochun loves you. Junsu loves you. I love you. Our fans, your family, your friends - they all love you. And I know as much as the next guy that Changmin loves you too but he’s too busy being an asshole to admit it.”

Yunho’s cries have finally ceased, though he has his eyes closed as he lets Jaejoong’s words sink into his mind. “You’re just saying that …” He knows he sounds petty and childish, but there’s really nothing else he can say.

Jaejoong takes hold of the back of Yunho’s collar and pulls him away gently. He cups Yunho’s face and, using his thumbs, wipes away the tear tracks from his face, a gentle and soft smile on his lips. “Am I? Babe, you’re far too concerned about your perky tits to notice Changmin fucking you with his eyes at home everytime you walk around half-naked.”

“Shut up …” Yunho mutters. His face goes red instantly and Jaejoong isn’t sure whether it’s because he described Yunho’s moobs as perky or that Changmin eye-rapes him. He likes to think it’s both.

Jaejoong’s eyes widen and he blinks once. Yunho knows that face. It’s the one Jaejoong wears whenever he’s struck by an idea. Whether it’s a good or bad one, Yunho can’t say, though he knows that he doesn’t like Jaejoong’s ideas at all. “We should get back at him.”

Yunho isn’t sure he heard Jaejoong right. “What?”

Jaejoong blinks again and looks at Yunho, the same expression on his face. “We should totally get back at him.”

Yunho blinks in confusion, wiping away his tears and rubbing his eyes. “Yeah, that’s what I thought you said.”

“Listen!” Jaejoong hisses, flapping his hand in Yunho’s face. “After we film the dance, it’s our solo shoots, right? You’re right after Changmin so when it’s your turn, I’ll fangirl like fuck, okay?”

“No,” Yunho instantly shakes his head. “You’ll get massacred. I don’t want you to die.”

Jaejoong rolls his eyes, impatient. “Changmin and I have been one-touching each other for years. I think I can protect myself. Besides Yoochun’ll protect me.”

They both hear the door open and closing, a gasp following. “I will do no such thing,” Yoochun closes the door behind him and leans against it. “Protecting you from Changmin is suicide. I’d rather wear a necklace made of steak and dance naked in front of a starving lion.”

“But wasn’t I the lion in Balloons?” Jaejoong purrs, coming closer to Yoochun with a seductive smirk on his face. Yunho watches with a cocked eyebrow.

Yoochun glares and pushes Jaejoong away. “Guard your own damn ass.”

“How did you even get in here?” Yunho asks curiously the same time Jaejoong growls, “You ingrate bastard of a boyfriend.”

Yoochun sticks his tongue out at Jaejoong and smiles smugly at Yunho, holding out something silver dangling from his finger: a set of keys. “Snagged them from director-sshi when he told me to look for you.” He glances at the clock hanging on the wall where the mirrors are and his smile drops as he regards the eldest two with all seriousness. “We’re starting the solo shooting soon. Director-sshi wants us to do the dance a couple more times then we’re changing clothes.”

Jaejoong gasps and claps his hands once, his feminine side coming out once again. “Great! That means we can execute our plan!”

Yoochun frowns. “What plan?”

“The ‘Make Changmin Jealous’ plan.”

Yoochun’s frown deepens. “I don’t like this plan.”

“You’re so boring!” Jaejoong whines. “Even when we have sex!” He ignores Yoochun’s shocked splutter of embarrassment and turns to Yunho with big eyes and a pout. “Please~ Yunho-chan? Think about it! Don’t you want to see Changmin all jealous? And imagine the sex! He pins you against the wall and he sucks on your neck. He rips open your clothes next and then kisses down to your tits - which he fucking loves, by the way - where he’ll suck your nipples and then you’ll be squirming like a girl and moan his name. Then he’ll unbutton your pants and slip his hand in to grab your co-”

“OKAY!” Yunho screams, face about to burst from embarrassment, uncomfortably aroused. Suits don’t have enough room to make comfy hard-on’s, okay? “Okay, we get it, Jaejoong.”

“I changed my mind,” Yoochun leers with a grin on his face. “I like this plan.”

“That’s my boyfriend!” Jaejoong rewards him with a kiss for ‘finally breaking out of his boring shell of emotion and all that is Yoochun’ and turns to Yunho with a hopeful grin. “So what say you? Is thy best fried up to the challenge?”

Yunho hasn’t really seen Changmin jealous before, so there’s no doubt he’s intrigued. “Sure, I guess,” he gives in with a small smile.

Jaejoong cheers, his eyes sparkling wildly as his boyfriend and best friend watch him, amused. “Shim Changmin, here we come!”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“… That. Was so lame. Don’t ever say that again.”

“Shut up, you! Our filming’s about to continue!”

Yunho can only sigh in slight amusement as he watches the couple bicker on their way back to the set.

*

Yunho is, to say the very least, extremelyunbelievablysoveryfucking nervous.

He has to seduce the camera (and hopefully Changmin and not-so-hopefully Jaejoong) with piercing stares and his famous little smirk that fans cream their pants for. It isn’t hard, considering eye-sexing the camera is what they’re half paid to do, but Yunho’s the master of failing at things he’s normally good at when he actually tries. It’s not that it isn’t easy, what with a half-naked scene included, it’s just he has to convince Changmin to get into his pants.

“You’re so tense,” a voice purrs in his ear.

Yunho whips around and glares at Jaejoong’s perverse grin. “You are so gross,” he says with a hint of revolt in his voice. “That was such a cheesy start to a porno and I can’t believe I got turned on from that.”

Jaejoong’s grin drops and his eyes widen. “You did?!” He looks down to check Yunho’s pants and glares when he hears light snickering from above. He frowns when he realizes he actually fell for Yunho’s small form of retaliation. “You ass,” he growls when he looks back up, slapping Yunho’s arm none-too-lightly.

“Better than yours anyway,” Yunho retaliates, sticking his tongue out.

“Uh, no.” Jaejoong wants to laugh. “Bitch, please. A Jung’s ass better than a Kim’s? Keep dreaming, sweetheart.”

“At least my hips are much better than yours,” Yunho smirks. “You’re stiff as a pole. I’ve seen you rolling your hips against Yoochun’s to turn him on, and believe me when I say that my broomstick can do it better.”

Jaejoong is quick to defend. “The real action’s in the bedroom. Unless you want to watch fictitious foreplay in public, then I suggest you come to my bedroom after shooting. Besides,” his smirk returns, “at least it doesn’t mean I’m a slut who willingly spreads his legs for anyone.”

Yunho goes fire-engine red and he splutters. “I - I do not! My first time was with you when we were experimenting, all right?! I only had Changmin after you! Who is much much much better than you, by the way!”

“You guys know we can hear you, right?” Yoochun comments with a laugh as he ambles over to the bickering pair, slinging an arm over Yunho’s shoulder. Jaejoong’s heart is slightly pricked with jealousy but he doesn’t - and couldn’t - complain. One of their earliest rules established upon getting together was that they don’t spend all their time with each other so as to not arouse suspicion. “Why are you guys even talking about this? You guys are fuckable in your own ways. Jaejoong has a tight ass, but I wouldn’t know because he always tops,” he says scathingly to Jaejoong, who grins triumphantly in return, “and Yunho’s much more flexible. End of story.”

“I disagree,” Changmin says with a bored expression as he walks past. He turns to face Yunho sleazily, that goddamned smirk on his face. “Yunho’s ass is way tighter than Jaejoong hyung’s.” He walks away, the smirk still on his face, leaving the Soulmates gaping and Yunho blushing.

“How would he know that?” Jaejoong asks with an expression akin to horror but not quite the same time Yoochun rounds to him and asks, “He screwed you before?”

“Good God, no!” Jaejoong almost goes sick at the thought. “It’s just his own opinion. Look, I agree with you. I don’t even know why we’re talking about this.”

“You started it with your cliché porno line,” Yunho defends.

“Oh, Jaejoong,” Yoochun sighs sympathetically, patting his lover’s back. “Again?”

“Fuck you,” Jaejoong growls.

Yoochun takes a step back. “Not now, baby, our solo shoots are starting now. Changmin’s up first.”

Yunho looks up, heart beating wildly in his throat, and sees the tallest member sauntering up to the set. He gives his water bottle to one of the staff members, and though he gives her a small smirk of thanks, Yunho can tell he’s nervous by the way his hands tremble as he fixes his clothes.

“Starting in five!” the director calls out, and Yunho sits up a bit straighter in his seat. “Four! Three! Two!” He points to the set, and almost immediately the camera starts rolling and the music plays.

Yunho is, for lack of a better word, uncomfortable. Changmin is definitely awkward, more than usual, and Yunho can’t help but wonder if it has anything to do with him. Changmin’s part is just before the chorus, and that’s practically all he has to sing besides the chorus and that one line before Jaejoong’s rap. What’s wrong with him?

Changmin just keeps looking around, but when he does look at the camera, an intensity stronger than Yoochun’s infamous deep gaze is burning a hole into the camera and into Yunho. Yunho squirms, though he’s now unsure of the reason. Changmin bites his bottom lip next, and Yunho wants to moan his name out, flashes of Changmin tugging on his bottom lip while they were making out the night before appearing in his mind.

He’s so awesome, Yunho thinks to himself when Changmin’s part finally comes on. The youngest may be awkward on camera, but he’s nothing but charismatic when he lip-syncs his part, adding in his little moves. Though Yunho can’t help but notice that Changmin keeps lifting his right hand to the right part of his chest. Is Changmin hinting on something or is he subconsciously doing that? Yunho sincerely hopes it’s the former option because they’re already so high in their careers they can’t afford Changmin to be awkward on camera anymore.

The second chorus comes and goes, and Yunho quickly hides his smile behind his hand when he sees Changmin accidentally lip-syncing along to the first syllables of Junsu’s lines in the bridge. Rough in the bedroom he may be, but he’s still nothing cute and sweet Minnie they all love.

When the song comes to an end and the director yells out a “cut!”, Yunho’s clapping the hardest. “Good job, Changmin-ah!” he praises with a smile when the youngest practically zooms to stand next to him. “That was great.”

“That was horrible,” Changmin laments, closing his eyes tightly and lightly hitting the back of his head against the wall. “I was so awkward, and I almost messed up because of you.”

Yunho’s smile fades. “Because of … what?”

Changmin flashes a glare at him. “You heard me. I said it’s your fault. You were standing here and distracting me with your perfect Leader-sshi aura and how I could fail in front of you again.” Without giving Yunho a chance to even blink, Changmin storms off, presumably to the other side of the building.

Because of … me? Yunho blinks twice. What does that even mean?

“I never knew Min was the type to have an inner girl inside of him,” Jaejoong breaks into Yunho’s thoughts with a narrowed gaze aimed at Changmin as he sidles next to his best friend. “He’s such an ass. How are you supposed to seduce him now when he’s not watching you?”

Yunho shrugs uncaringly, though he’s slightly panicked on the inside. “I don’t?” he suggests, laughing when Jaejoong’s jaw dropped in astonishment. “I’m just kidding. He won’t go far. He might have to be called back to retake his scenes.”

Jaejoong nods, seemingly satisfied. “All right, then. Your call, Leader-sshi. It’s your turn anyway.”

Yunho nods in return and goes over to the set, a slight bounce in his step. He knows he’s more nervous than usual and can only release bits of energy through small movements so that his actions during filming won’t seem to exaggerated.

“Ready, Yunho-sshi?” the director calls.

Yunho raises a fist cheerfully. “Okay~!” he hollers in his usual way. He drops his fist and almost instantly the music turns on, quickly changing his features from a playful one to the serious leader everybody knows.

*

“How’s he doing?” Yoochun mumbles in Jaejoong’s ear.

Jaejoong’s eyes sparkle and his lips curl into a small grin. “Oh, he’s doing absolutely fantastic. I never knew inside Yunho was a minx waiting to be released.”

Yoochun stares then lightly hits Jaejoong on the head. “Changmin. I was talking about Changmin.”

“Ow, you fucker!” Jaejoong hisses, rubbing the sore spot. He bats Yoochun away, his eyes never once leaving the leader’s form. “Who gives a damn about that brat? I need to know when to fangirl over Yunho.”

Yoochun rolls his eyes and moves away. Hopefully Jaejoong’s plan will work or he’ll be seeing minced Jaejoong tonight.

*

Okay, calm down. My part is coming up, Yunho thinks as the chorus comes to an end. He had just finished lip-syncing the first line of his part when he hears a voice call out from nowhere.

“Yunho~!” he recognizes as Jaejoong’s voice calling out. “He’s one of our members, what should I do? Ah, he’s so handsome~!”

Yunho wants to die. He wants to die then get reincarnated as Jaejoong then kill himself, because I’m going to bring the little bitch down with me when I die. Couldn’t Jaejoong be more subtle and not be screaming into the camera when the PD’s filming him? Yunho inwardly rolls his eyes and continues to lip-sync, acting as though Jaejoong is just acting as all Kim Jaejoongs do.

*

“Aaaaand cut! That was amazing as usual, Yunho-sshi!”

Yunho grins widely to the director as he bounds to where Jaejoong is. “Did you see me, Jaejoongie? Did I do good?”

Jaejoong laughs darkly and he crosses his legs. “Of course you did, Yunnie. But you shouldn’t be looking for me now. I think someone else has a much bigger prize for you,” he winks, jerking his head subtly to where Changmin is leaning against the wall, almost covered by the shadows.

Yunho’s smile fades and his heart begins to feel like a rollercoaster. “He was watching?”

“Of course he was, Yunnie,” Jaejoong sounds amused, as if talking to a small child. “Now go and get your reward.”

Yunho swallows and takes small steps towards the tallest, the latter who seems to be boring holes into his skull with his glare. “Um ... hi, Changmin. How,” he clears his throat, “how did I do?”

Without another word, Changmin grabs Yunho’s face and smashes their lips together, pulling him closer so that both of them would be obscured by the shadows. Yunho gasps at the sudden animalistic side of Changmin, confused but not minding his action at all. “Ch-Changmin-ah, what’s gotten into you?” he manages to pant out as he pushes Changmin away.

Changmin still doesn’t reply. Instead, he growls and leans forward, catching Yunho’s bottom lip with his teeth and nibbles on it. “Mine,” he growls into his ear. “You’re mine, no one else’s. How dare you let Jaejoong say that in front of the camera.”

Yunho pushes Changmin away again, his arms trembling as he tries to keep Changmin in a reasonable distance away from him. “Changmin …” His voice is shaky and he can’t stop cursing internally for letting his leader-like voice leave him in a time like this. “Stop. We shouldn’t do this.”

“You got that right,” Changmin grabs him and pulls him closer, rolling his hips against Yunho’s. “We should do it somewhere else. But it turns you on, doesn’t it, hyung? The fact that we’re grinding when someone can so easily pass us by?”

“Ch-Changmin …” Yunho gasps, holding onto Changmin for support. Now that Changmin voiced it out, yes, he is so turned on right now, but he’s not going to risk scarring anyone or landing their asses in trouble for the sake of lust. “D-dressing room. Now. Please?”

Changmin smirks. “Thought you’d never ask.” He roughly pushes Yunho away and grabs his hand, pulling him towards the dressing room. “Yunho hyung and I are taking a five-minute break, ten tops.” Nobody really answers, not when Changmin had slammed and locked the door behind them.

“Changmi-” Yunho’s sigh is cut off when Changmin pushes him roughly against the door, covering his lips with his own plump ones. It’s not hard to hurt but hard enough to sting. Yunho instantaneously moans into the kiss, fingers grabbing onto Changmin’s short strands of hair and opening his legs to allow Changmin to slid one of his between them.

“Mine, understand?” Changmin breathes into his ear when he breaks the kiss. “Only mine.”

Yunho moans when Changmin’s lips attach to the juncture of his neck, nodding frantically. “Yours!” he instantly agrees. “Yours! Forever yours!”

Changmin seems to be satisfied with the answer as he rips Yunho away from the door, dragging him to the couch and practically throwing him on top of it. Yunho doesn’t like to be manhandled - heck, there’s lots of things he doesn’t like - but it’s an exception when it comes to Changmin. Everything always is an exception when it comes to Changmin.

“You know what to do,” Changmin says as he gazes down at Yunho with the same intensity he showed during the filming, fiddling with the sleeves of his outfit.

Yunho complies. He loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt just enough so that his chest can be seen. He then takes off his pants and boxers completely, his cock already hard and leaking.

“You’re so hard,” Changmin’s eyes glitter and he kneels down. He blows cool air all over Yunho’s cock and the leader cries out, bucking into the air. “Hard for me?”

Yunho nods breathlessly. “Always. Always for you.”

Changmin nods in response and makes Yunho lie down on the couch, spreading his legs wide and hooking his left leg over to the back of the couch. Without another word, he takes hold of Yunho’s cock and begins to pump it with slow and steady strokes.

Yunho had barely been touched but he’s already whining and bucking into Changmin’s hand. It only seemed a few months ago when they had sex, when in reality it was actually only the night before. “Min!” he gasps. “More! Please!”

Changmin tsks and shakes his head. “Only a couple of strokes and already you’re begging. Why is that?”

Yunho can only answer with more whines.

“Didn’t have enough of Jaejoong, did you?” Changmin asks suddenly, his tone changing to a more dangerous one. Yunho intakes in a sharp breath when Changmin’s pumps morphed into fast and unforgiving. “Didn’t let him fuck you until you got what you wanted, huh, you slut?”

Yunho’s eyes begin to tear from pleasure, and he shakes his head quickly. “No! N-no, no! I never … with Jaejoong … only … only you …!”

“But your first time was with Jaejoong, wasn’t it?” Changmin asks, inching forward so he can whisper in Yunho’s ear. “What was I then, replacement?”

Yunho shakes his head yet again, fingers curling onto the arm rest his head is resting on. “Never, Ch-Changminnie! Wanted … practice …”

Changmin releases Yunho’s cock and Yunho resists the urge to whine in displeasure. Instead, he covers his eyes with one of his hands, a couple of tears spilling out. How embarrassing.

“That was a stupid excuse and you know that.” Changmin suddenly sounds so much closer and Yunho removes his hand, jumping slightly to see Changmin’s face just a couple of inches away from his own. “I wanted to be your first. Did you know how disappointed I was when I overheard you saying that Jaejoong hyung was your first?”

Speechless, Yunho shakes his head slowly. He’s never seen so much hurt in Changmin’s eyes and it pains him to know he’s the cause of it.

Changmin kisses Yunho slow and sweet, not like any of the kisses he had given Yunho before. “I want to be your first in everything. I want to take you out on your first date, give you your first kiss, be your first in sex, but I’ve been beaten in all of them, and I can’t believe Jaejoong hyung beat me in the last one.”

“I’m sorry, Changmin,” Yunho says, because he doesn’t really know what to say next.

“Sorry isn’t enough,” Changmin growls, lust clouding in his eyes. He gets off Yunho and goes over to sit on one of the chairs in front of the mirror. He swivels it around to face Yunho and beckons him with a lusty stare and a crooked finger.

Yunho doesn’t need to be told twice. He stands on trembling legs and shuffles over to Changmin, dropping to his knees when Changmin gives him a slight nod. With shaky hands, Yunho takes out Changmin’s cock, red and pulsing, and gives it a long lick, moaning at the taste.

“Look at you,” Changmin smirks as he threads his fingers into Yunho’s hair. “You’re such a cockslut. It’s only been one night. Missed me already?”

Yunho can only nod as he takes Changmin’s cock in his mouth. He wastes no time and deepthroats Changmin, the head brushing against his throat. He chokes slightly and tears form in his eyes, but then Changmin is forcing him to move his head so Yunho ignores the pain and obeys Changmin.

The grip in Yunho’s hair tightens and Yunho closes his eyes to distract himself from the pain. “Fuck yeah,” Changmin groans as his eyes slide shut. Yunho doesn’t really have much of a chance to continue tasting Changmin, because the next thing he knows is Changmin tugging his hair harshly, pulling out of his mouth. “Hop on my dick, slut,” Changmin says into his ear when he pulls the leader up. “No prep. Ride me.”

Goddamn if the words don’t turn Yunho on so much even more. He clambers awkwardly onto Changmin’s lap and, with one hand supporting himself on Changmin’s chest and the other holding Changmin’s cock to guide it in, sinks down on Changmin’s cock, groaning loudly at both the pain and pleasure it give him.

Yunho instantly picks up the pace. The burn is still there, but they can’t afford to waste time, as the director had only allowed them a maximum of ten minutes break, and he will definitely cut a bitch if he doesn’t find his release. “Changmin, Changmin, Changmin,” Yunho pants, his naked ass slapping against Changmin’s clothed legs. Changmin doesn’t like to get naked when they have sex during breaks, but Yunho can’t really complain, not when he has Changmin filling him.

“You’re still so tight,” Changmin praises, watching Yunho’s expression with a hungry smirk. “How do you stay so tight when I fuck you almost every night? Did you ask help from Jaejoong?”

Yunho shakes his head and more moans spill from his lips. He cries out and arches his head back when he feels Changmin’s dexterous tongue flicking one of his nipples, his tie flung over his shoulder so that it wouldn’t give Changmin any hindrance. Changmin grips Yunho’s hips tightly as he continues to ravish Yunho’s nipple, sucking and biting it hard enough to be noticed, and slams Yunho’s down onto his cock.

“S-so close, Changmin-ah!” Yunho moans, sounding so much like a wanton slut that it embarrasses and arouses him to no end. “I’m going to cum! Please, let me cum …!”

To his great disappointment, Changmin pulls him off his cock. He sucks on Yunho’s nipple once more before waving carelessly to the wall next to the door. “Not yet. I have to fuck you against there first.”

Yunho goes bright red. If they were going to fuck there, there will be higher chances of them being heard. Nonetheless, lust wins over common sense and Yunho nods.

Changmin pushes Yunho against the wall and instantly hikes his legs up to rest on his shoulders. Surprised at the sudden action, Yunho grabs onto Changmin’s arms for support. Changmin chuckles. “I’m not going to drop you. But Yoochun hyung’s right. Much more flexible than Jaejoong hyung.” Without another warning, Changmin thrusts into Yunho, a scream issuing from the leader’s lips.

“Ch-Changmin! Changmin-ah!” Yunho screams with every thrust. It isn’t at all like the sex Jaejoong had described, but it was so much more wonderful, so fucking perfect.

“Tell me who you belong to,” Changmin grunts as he fucks Yunho hard and fast against the wall, aiming for that one spot. “Tell me who you’ll only love.”

“O-only Changmin,” Yunho gasps, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Only you! Forever yours! No one else!”

Changmin smirks and thrusts in Yunho harder. Yunho’s cries become louder and he digs his fingers into Changmin’s arms, the latter thankful that he’s still wearing his costume.

Yunho’s toes curl and he sobs. “Changmin-ah, I want to cum. Please, let me cum …”

Changmin takes Yunho’s cock and strokes it slowly, the action clashing with the animalistic pace he has as he drives into Yunho. “Tell me … are you going to allow Jaejoong to do that again?”

“No,” Yunho groans, shaking his head. “No, no, no, no, no. Never again. Changmin-ah, please …”

“Are you going to continue to be such a tease in front of the camera when I’m watching? Are you going to continue to make me nervous just by you watching me?”
They’re hard questions to agree to, but anything to make Changmin allow him to cum. “No,” Yunho gasps. “No.”

“And are you going to stop loving me?”

“Changmin-sama!” Yunho hugs Changmin tightly as he feels himself releasing. He knows that Changmin’s disappointed in him for cumming without permission but he doesn’t really care, not when he feels like he’s on cloud nine. Spent, Yunho slumps against Changmin, on the edge of unconsciousness.

“Bad hyung. Who said you can cum without my permission?” Changmin sighs and removes his hand from Yunho’s cock. “And without answering my question too. You’re lucky I managed to catch all your cum.” He presses his hand against Yunho’s lips, the latter licking and swallowing his cum up without any further comment. “I didn’t even get to cum yet,” Changmin says, a bit disappointed. “I wanted to cum with you. Maybe next time, though.” He resumes slamming into Yunho again, this time slowly that has Yunho gasping with every thrust.

“L-love you, Ch-Changmin,” Yunho groans into Changmin’s ear as Changmin fucks him. “Please, love me back …”

Changmin’s orgasm chooses that time to be demand to be releases, and Changmin cums with a grunt, spilling inside Yunho with his cum. “You idiot,” he sighs as he leans against Yunho. “Of course I love you.”

Yunho is more than confused. “But … I thought you said you don’t love men? When the PD filmed you and Jaejoong?”

Changmin kisses Yunho languidly, tongue swiping Yunho’s bottom lip. “I don’t love ‘men’, as in more than one man. You’re Yunho, you’re the man I love.”

Tears of embarrassment, anger and humiliation flood Yunho’s eyes and he socks Changmin in the shoulder, weak but hard enough to hurt. “You asshole!” Yunho rubs his eyes. “I thought you lied to me! I thought you didn’t mean it when you said you loved me yesterday! You bastard, I hate you!”

Changmin laughs and pulls Yunho’s hands away from his face, kissing away his tears. “I’m sorry. And as for my bad mood earlier today, I just didn’t have my good morning kiss. Remember?”

Yunho squirms uncomfortably. “Put me down first.”

Changmin complies with a smile, being mindful of the small cum puddle on the floor that had dripped out of Yunho’s hole as they were talking. He cleans up any and all traces of cum with a black piece of cloth he snatched from the coffee table. He then redresses Yunho up, flattening his clothes and stealing small kisses in between. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

Yunho sighs and pulls Changmin closer for a long kiss on the lips. “I love you too, you stupid idiot.” Changmin grins that beautiful mismatched-eyed grin and it melts Yunho. “C’mon, we better get going. We can’t stay here for long.”

Changmin nods, unlocking and opening the door for them. He had barely helped Yunho take one step out when they were face to face with their three bandmates, the eldest grinning suggestively at them. “So, how did it go~?”

Changmin rolls his eyes. “Fuck off, Jaejoong.”

Jaejoong sticks his tongue out. “Crude.”

“Bitch.”

“Awkward bucket of fail.”

“Forever bottom to Yunho in YunJae.”

Jaejoong gasps dramatically, much to the amusement of the other band members. “You take that back, Shim Changmin!”

Changmin rolls his eyes. Yunho, on the other hand, cocks his head to the side questioningly. “What’s wrong with bottoming to me?”

“Uh, no offense, Yunnie -”

“- but you fail at topping,” Junsu finishes with a small smile. “You have that whole ‘fuck me I’m such a cockslut’ aura, even when you’re off-stage.”

Yunho splutters and Changmin’s grin gets wider.

“So, I’m taking that the ‘Make Changmin Jealous’ plan worked?”

“Plan?” Changmin frowns at Yoochun. “What plan?” As he looks at Jaejoong then Yunho, both of whom are avoiding his eyes, realization dawns onto him. “Oh, you sons of - that was a plan?! Fuck, I thought he was really crushing on you for real!”

Jaejoong, for the second time in less than two minutes, drops his jaw. “Excuse me? Why would I want to crush on Yunho when I have Yoochun?”

“But hyung,” Junsu starts, “I thought you said while Yunho hyung and Changmin were in the dressing room that you wanted to -” Jaejoong slaps his hand over Junsu’s mouth “- sdklfjklsdhf.”

Changmin glares at Yunho who tries to pout. “But but but Minnie~”

“You,” Changmin growls, “are so gonna get it when we get home.” With that, he half-pulls, half-carries Yunho back to the set, the latter sending a smile of thanks to Jaejoong over his shoulder.

“Sexy~” Jaejoong smirks with a raised eyebrow.

“We should make him more jealous,” Yoochun agrees with a nod.

“Um … guys?” Junsu says with a small wince as he holds a black piece of clothing. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but … um …”

Jaejoong’s eyes go wide as he notices the smudges of white smeared around it. “Those bastards used my wifebeater to clean up after themselves?! THEY ARE GOING TO REGRET BEING BORN AFTER I’M THROUGH WITH THEM.”

Needless to say, the sounds of Yunho’s yelps and Jaejoong’s growls are all they heard for the rest of the night.

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A/N: Yunho is so uke-able. I swear (Sorry HoMin fans T_T not really). For those who are curious no one is, see the prompt table here~

I’ll finish writing the AwaS epilogue … soon. This really popped into my head and it wouldn’t leave until I finished it so yeah ~_~ HoMin in Running Man were so cute xD