Sweet Sexy World

[pandragonriyong]

Title: (#031) Sweet Sexy World
Pairing: HoMin (Yes, it’s really HoMin v_v)
Summary: Yunho and Changmin spends an unexpected night together after the former gets drunk at a party.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Humor, Smut
Disclaimer: TVXQ are the Kings - we belong to them. Trolol.
A/N: Prompt for Changmin asalieangel: Drunk. Qurl, I’ve written you three fics and not a single one from you back D:< On another note, it’s already 3am here rn so \o/ HAPPEH NYU YEER.


*

Changmin chews the end of his pencil and stares at the endless line of questions in front of him. He blinks and the words become blurry, meshing together and creating nothing but a bigger headache for him. He needs a break, he’s been studying all night and he didn’t even sleep the night before.

His phone rings just then and Changmin, grateful for any kind of distraction, snatches it up almost immediately. He furrows his brows when he reads his best friend’s name flashing on his screen. A little worried (and a lot suspicious), Changmin slides the green tab and presses the phone to his ear. “… Hello?”

“Changminnie~!”

If this had taken place in a comedy, Changmin would’ve fallen off his chair in shock. Instead, he winces at the loud volume and the blaring music from the other side of his phone. “Hello?” he tries again because he’s sure as hell that the person who’s talking isn’t his best friend. “Hello, who is this?”

“CHANGMINNIE, AI LAHB YUU~!”

Changmin recognizes the horrible English and pieces the voice to its owner. He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a slow, deep breath. “Jaejoong hyung, is that you?” he sighs. He hates it whenever his friends go clubbing then get drunk as hell. “If you are, where are you?”

“Do - do you want to come here? OKAY, J-JUNSU-YAH, TELL MINNIE HOW TO GET HERE. HE WANTS TO PARTAY TILL THE SUN EXPLODES! WHOOOOOOOO!”

“What? Chang- … oh, for the love of -” A scuffle is heard, followed by the unmistakable sound of Jaejoong whining. “Changmin, can you please come here? As you can tell, Jaejoong hyung’s drunk off his ass and I need some help bringing him back home.”

Ah, Junsu. The epitome of sobriety. Changmin nods. “Sure, hyung. Where are you guys?”

“You know that club Jaejoong hyung loves? The one where the bouncers judge you and they charge you a thirty thousand won entrance fee? Yup, that club.”

Changmin makes a face. He doesn’t want anything to do with the nightlife and having a party animal as one of his friends make it all the more worse. And the entrance fee is a bit too much for him. Despite his loathing for such hobbies, Changmin pulls his jacket on anyway, adjusting his glasses. “Why are you guys there anyway?” he lightly scolds. “Our exams are coming!”

He hears Junsu sigh. “Yeah, I know. But Jaejoong hyung pounced on me the moment I was released from class and dragged me here. We’ve been here since six.”

Changmin takes a swift glance to the clock, his jaw dropping when he notices it’s a quarter past ten. He instantly scrambles to search for his keys. “You’ve been there for four fucking hours?!” He doesn’t care anymore - if he has to rip the house apart to find them, he’ll do it. “I’ll be there in five - goddamn, that stupid fucking idi-”

“See you, Changmin,” Junsu says cheerfully over Changmin’s voice, hanging up.

Changmin blinks at his phone when he hears the dial tone. Locking his phone, he pockets it and finds his keys hanging from the key hook near the door, where it should be. Cursing under his breath, Changmin snags the keys and slams the door behind him.

*

Years of experience had taught Changmin that while it’s easy to locate Jaejoong - who wouldn’t when he’s draping himself over every man with a nice ass and great hair - it isn’t so easy to find Junsu. Junsu is the one in their group who despises drinking the most, and as such his tolerance isn’t so high. To avoid any embarrassing moments that he may or may not perform when he’s drunk, Junsu steers clear from alcohol, preferring to indulge in those fruity non-alcoholic drinks or the occasional Coke.

After squinting his eyes for so long in the dark room to find his short friend, he finds Junsu at a far corner near the bar, studying Jaejoong with a half-hearted glare and sipping what seems to be Mountain Dew. Changmin yelps when someone gropes his ass, finding himself pressed onto Junsu’s chest for protection the next moment.

Junsu blinks down at him, eyes wide with surprise. “That was fast,” he comments, patting Changmin’s back. “What happened?”

“Some douche touched my butt,” Changmin says quietly, glancing over his shoulder to see if any of the males are staring lecherously at his glorious ass sticking out for the whole club to see.

Junsu peels Changmin from his shirt. “It’s a freaking rainbow-preference club, of course someone would want to touch my dongsaeng’s butt.”

Changmin’s brows crease worryingly. Junsu’s not being his usual self. “… Did something happen, hyung?”

“Jaejoong hyung’s sad,” Junsu says simply, a hint of pity in his voice. “I think his boyfriend broke up with him … But his sadness does not compare to my anger,” he growls, the pity gone.

Changmin quirks an eyebrow questioningly. “What do you mean?”

“Jaejoong’s friends are here,” Junsu’s glare on Jaejoong intensifies when he notices him hugging one of his friends. “The perverted bunch, that’s what they all are.”

Changmin feels a shiver running down his spine. “Ew, what if one of them touched my butt?”

“And again, who wouldn’t?” Junsu sighs, passing his empty cup to a nearby random person. “Your ass is pretty nice.”

“Not sure whether to feel complimented or weirded out that my friend checks me out,” Changmin murmurs, his hands going automatically to his butt for protection. Something gropes his cheeks hard though, and Changmin jerks and blushes hard when he realizes that his hands aren’t even anywhere near his butt. The something moves and Changmin yelps when he recognizes the feeling as someone massaging. Someone’s massaging his butt?

“I have to agree with your friend,” a husky voice whispers in his ear. “You do have a nice ass.”

“Get your hands off him,” Junsu snarls. Changmin would’ve melted with relief if he could. “He’s not one of your whores. Leave him alone.”

One of the hands leave his butt only to wrap an arm possessively around his waist. “My ‘whores’ aren’t even as pretty as this guy here.” He breathes down into Changmin’s ear. “What’s your name anyway?”

“Junsu’s best friend,” Junsu cuts in again, this time trying to pull Changmin away. “Now get the fuck away from him!”

“Hey, knock it off,” a new voice says, one that makes Changmin’s heart beat faster. He recognizes that voice. He knows who it is. The person steps into the lighting and Changmin’s stomach is doing a multitude of flip-flops. Not exactly a fun experience. “Can’t you see he doesn’t want it? Leave him alone.”

The guy holding Changmin turns to face the perpetrator, allowing Changmin room to escape into Junsu’s arms again. “What are you gonna do about it, huh, fag? Shove some dick up your ass and get out. We don’t want people like you here.” Already a small crowd forms around them, curious as to where their interaction will lead.

“This is a club for people with all preferences,” Yunho, the Jung Yunho - captain of the basketball team and smarter than the average pinheaded-brained jock - says smoothly, though Changmin can hear the cutting edge in his voice. “And you were the one hitting on him earlier, who’s to say you’re not the fag?”

Changmin can see the guy’s fist clench, but before either of them can do anything, intervention in the form of Jaejoong comes in. “Hey, hey, hey!” he shouts, voice sounding suspiciously stable for someone who had too much to drink moments ago. “Can’t you guys go at least one day without picking a fight?! Seriously! And if either one of you lays so much as an eye on Changmin, I will stick needles in your eyes and feed you guys your own dicks. Under-fucking-stand?” Despite the tacky lighting, Changmin can see his eyes glinting in the form of a challenge and a warning.

“… Yes,” the two men mutter eventually, though their glares aimed at each other did not waver.

“Good,” Jaejoong says, pushing past the first guy and grabbing Changmin by the arm. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs.

“No, wait,” Changmin loosens Jaejoong’s painfully tight grip on his forearm. “I have to thank him.”

Jaejoong’s stare is blank. “Who?”

Changmin blushes a bit. It feels weird to say Yunho’s name. Besides, Yunho doesn’t even know him. Jaejoong’s not supposed to know that he’s been stalking - I, uh, mean keeping track of him ever since he started university. “That … guy. The one who saved me.”

“… You mean me, right?”

Changmin shoves Jaejoong.

Jaejoong takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair. “All right, fine. But make it quick. I’d like to keep the threat I gave to them.”

“Um, I think we might be staying here a bit longer than usual, actually,” Changmin says, eyes widening as he stares at something over Jaejoong’s shoulder.

“What?” Jaejoong turns around and his jaw drops. “You’ve got to be - JUNSU!”

Junsu, having given up on being the one taking care of Jaejoong’s drunk ass, had emptied a bottle of some nearby alcohol and is currently pressing a guy against the wall, humping him hard enough to hurt the next day. It’s actually kind of amusing to watch.

“Yeah, so you go take care of him and I’ll just be on my way,” Changmin smiles and he disappears in a flash, leaving Jaejoong to groan as he watches Junsu shove his tongue down the guy’s throat.

“Hi,” he says quietly as he comes up next to the tall, tanned, small-faced, sexy-smirked, hothothottakemenow man who’s now bent over the bar. Yunho didn’t seem to hear Changmin as he knocks back a shot, waving wildly for the barman to give him something stronger. Changmin frowns a bit. He’s used to being ignored. He’s not used to seeing people waste their lives away in front of him. “Excuse me …” He touches Yunho’s arm, the latter jerking away in surprise.

Yunho’s eyes are wide, though from the blurriness in them, it’s obvious he’s drunk. Wow, Changmin thinks as he eyes a half-full bottle of whiskey on the counter near Yunho. He get drunk fast. He clears his throat. “I, uh, I just wanted to thank you for saving me from … um …”

“Tha’ fucker?” Yunho grunts, his voice slurred but words distinguishable. He waves his hand carelessly at Changmin, whiskey splashing out of his cup and Changmin takes a step back to avoid the alcohol. “S’no big deal … I mean … he was bein’ a … a …”

“A fucker?”

Yunho blinks. “Yeah. ’Zzzzactly. Uh, I mean. Eeeezactly. Wha’ever. He was a fucker.” He brings his shot glass to his lips and blinks again, apparently having just noticed that his glass is empty.

Changmin sighs and makes a mental note to sterilize his tongue later on. He’s not one for crude words, but Yunho looked so pathetic struggling for the word that he had to give in. “So, uh … yup. Thank you.”

Yunho grins lopsidedly and while it may look stupid on someone (let’s say Jaejoong, Changmin thinks), Yunho can pull it off even while drunk. “No problem.” He’s about to pour more whiskey into his glass when he stares at Changmin. “’Ey. You look fami’ar. Like … like I know you … or somethin’ …”

“I doubt you do,” Changmin furrows his brows. As far as he knows, he’s been the one on constant lookout for Yunho. He’s not sure that Yunho thinks he exists. (“Why would he?” Jaejoong snorts into his coffee - not attractive. “You practically stalk him, you should know that as a stalker, you’re making yourself invisible to the person you’re stalking.” And as try as Changmin may in saying that he’s not stalking but merely watching his every move from a distance and taking note of his personal life, Jaejoong would just roll his eyes and brand him a stalker. Again.)

“No, no, I thin’ I dooo …” Yunho sings to himself, playing with the glass in his hands. “You’re … you’re that smart bastard … Shin … no, no wait!” he giggles, holding up both hands when Changmin opens his mouth to speak. “Dun tell meee~! Okay okay! Your … your name has an ‘a’ in it …”

Changmin wants to slap his forehead.

“Ooh~ I know! It’s Shim, not Shin!” As if he had just discovered something beneficial to all mankind (Changmin thinks his name is sorta beneficial), Yunho claps happily, and Changmin can’t help the small upturn of his lips. “Your name is … Cha … Cha … Chan. Chanchan? Nuuu wait!” Yunho stomps his foot when Changmin opens his mouth yet again. “Chan … mi?” He suddenly giggles. “You have a girl name~”

Good God, Changmin wants something to strike him now. While cute, Yunho’s just demeaning him to made up feminine names while drunk. It has to stop. Now.

“Your name is Chanmi and you are my Chanmi!” Yunho lunges to Changmin, hugging him tightly and snuggling into his shirt.

Okay, maybe later.

“Nope~” Changmin smiles, peeling Yunho away from his shirt. “Try again, hyung.”

Yunho bites his lower lip, and Changmin knows from stalki- watching him from afar that Yunho’s really troubled or having a really hard time to come up with the answer. “Chami? Chang- ooh! Your name starts with ‘Chang’!”

Changmin wants to laugh. “Good job, hyung. Now figure out the rest. Chang what?” Yunho mumbles something. Changmin leans forward a bit. “What?”

“DollieisminebecauseheisforevercuteandprettyandIbookedhimfirst,” Yunho grins.

Changmin blinks, trying to catch the lengthy sentence. “Um, no, that’s not my name. It’s Changmin. Shim Changmin, just a couple of years below you. I just wanted to thank you, hyung, you’re so amazing and I wouldn’t have the guts to defend myself like that and all and -”

He’s interrupted by sudden hot lips pressing insistently against his. Changmin’s pretty much frozen.

“D’you wanna go back to my place?” Yunho whispers breathily into his ear, nipping his earlobe. He sounds less drunk and a lot more hot, but then again, that could be the lust talking. “I live just around the corner …”

“Yes,” Changmin chokes out without thinking. He jerks when he feels hands kneading his ass, relaxing into the touch and moaning when Yunho’s tongue lap at his lips.

“Great,” Yunho smirks.

*

BANG!

“Ah, dammit, that hurt, Changmin,” Yunho snarls into the rough kiss, his back screaming in pain. “And what if someone heard that? I live here, you know. People’ll recognize the sounds coming from my place.”

Changmin slams Yunho into the door again, just to piss him off further. The lust in his eyes looks sexier when he’s angry. “Does it look like I care?”

“Well, does it look like I’m someone who doesn’t feel pain?” Yunho grits out.

Changmin stares at him, his eyes narrowing a few moments later. “No, but you look awfully sober for someone who’s supposed to be halfway to a hangover.”

“That should be a song,” Yunho smirks dryly, pressing his body hard against Changmin, rolling his hips fluidly and smirking at the strangled moan Changmin rewards him with. “Would you be angry if I told you a secret?” he moans softly into the other’s ear, which was a little too big but yet strangely arousing to him.

“It depends on the matter of perspective,” Changmin grits out, running his fingers down Yunho’s chest. Good God, he can still feel his abs even through the shirt.

“What if I said that I’m not as hammered as you think?” he chooses that time to suck on the long slope of Changmin’s neck.

Changmin groans and humps into Yunho’s crotch. “Impossible,” he chuckles. “You’re going to fuck me, right?” STERILIZING, STERILIZING, STERILIZING - “No guy in the right mind would do that, even if they’re drunk.” Yunho opens his mouth to reply but then Changmin roughly pulls him off the door, shoving him onto the bed. “Clothes. Off. Now.”

Yunho can only laugh as Changmin practically rips off his shirt, jaw going slack and eyes growing darker with lust as he takes in the sight of Yunho’s naked torso. Changmin gets hard in a matter of seconds, just imagining how the tanned skin would look after he scratches it numerous times. “C’mon, Changmin,” Yunho hiccups, reaching into his pants, breaking Changmin out of his mini daydream. “You wanted my clothes off.”

Determination burns in Changmin’s eyes and he pushes Yunho to the bed, sucking on his lips and feeling the other’s long fingers gently and slowly removing his jacket. “Why are you so gentle?” Changmin gasps as he breaks the kiss. “Go faster, damn it.”

“You want me to go faster,” Yunho replies, slipping off the jacket and being rewarded with strong biceps that can still be seen through the thin material of his shirt - fuck fuck fuck, this boy is hot. “But I know that you know that you don’t really want me to go faster.”

Changmin pulls away, narrowing his eyes at Yunho again. “What are you saying?”

Yunho blinks and lifts his body a little, supporting his weight on his elbows. “Aren’t you a virgin?”

It’s like watching a volcano erupting. Yunho actually has to bite his tongue to contain his laugh. “Y-y-you didn’t have to say it like that,” Changmin stammers out. “I - I mean, I still have some dignity, okay?!”

“Says the guy who’s subconsciously humping my crotch right now,” Yunho cocks an eyebrow as he eyes Changmin’s hips moving against his. Not that he’s complaining of course.

Changmin turns bright red and snarls. “Fuck me right now or I’ll leave.” Screw sterilizing my tongue. Swearing is hot around this guy.

Those words serve as some sort of trigger. Yunho sits up swiftly and grabs two handfuls of his ass, smashing their lips together and being rewarded with a gasp from Changmin. His fingers slip into the waistband of his jeans and skirt around the sensitive skin, relishing in the little mewls and whimpers Changmin emits. He pushes Changmin off and slams him into the wall roughly, getting to his knees and shucking down the other’s pants and boxers in one go. The sight that greets him is pleasantly surprising.

Changmin is big.

Good God, Changmin is big.

“Stop staring, damn it.”

Yunho glances up at Changmin’s face and sees it dusted with red, the latter refusing to look at him. Yunho smirks. Such a virgin expression. How cute. He focuses back on Changmin’s cock, wrapping lithe fingers around it and tugging gently. Changmin groans and bucks into his hand.

Yunho wants to tease some more but he’s horny as fuck so he’s just going to suck Changmin without any complications. That shouldn’t be too hard, as Changmin’s a virgin. If anything, Yunho’s touch should be highly arousing to him. Yunho strokes Changmin’s cock languidly, Changmin mewling above him. He stifles a laugh at his cuteness and swipes his thumb across the pearling slit. Another hand comes up to join the party and massages Changmin’s balls, Yunho licking at the slit.

Changmin gasps and the onslaught of pleasure and knocks the back of his head against the wall. “Fuuuck, hyung …”

God, Changmin’s so beautiful.

Yunho encases the head of Changmin’s cock around his lips, the hand on his balls moving to wrap around the base. Yunho relaxes his throat muscles and slides Changmin in with a bit of difficulty. Changmin moans at the warmth and thrusts into it. Yunho pulls away to cough and laughs. “Damn, you’re big.”

Changmin grimaces. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be.” Despite his eyes brimming with tears, Yunho’s smile is wicked and he spits on Changmin’s cock, his hand lathering it with his saliva. “If anything, that’s a compliment. Now, hands in my hair.”

Changmin gets confused but does as told anyway, his fingers clutching the soft locks of Yunho’s brown hair. “Why?”

“You’ll need it.” And with that, Yunho deepthroats Changmin once more, this time with ease because of the saliva. Yunho picks up a steady pace and bobs his hand up and down, his tongue occasionally flicking at the head. His hands had moved to the swell of Changmin’s ass, fingernails digging into the skin.

Changmin practically screams from the pleasure, his grip on Yunho’s hair tightening. Without him noticing, his hips begin to rock into Yunho’s mouth. It’s so blissfully warm and hot at the same time and Changmin wants his junior to stay happy forever. There’s pleasure building in the base of his stomach, so just as he’s thrusting in faster, Yunho pulls away for the second time, Changmin opening his eyes in shock and disbelief.

“What the fu- why did you do that?!”

“Because you’re gonna cum so we’re gonna fuck,” Yunho replies rather breathlessly. He helps remove his pants and boxers pooling at his ankles and pushes him back on the bed. As he removes his own pants and boxers, Changmin takes off his shirt. The both of them are naked in a matter of seconds, Yunho’s eyes glinting as he takes in the bare form of Changmin laying sprawled on his bed. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he says in the same state of breathlessness and crawls on the bed, capturing Changmin’s lips with his.

“So … how do we do this?” Despite Changmin being incredibly smart for his age, he’s not so well-versed in the arts of anything sexual, which is a pity because in Yunho’s eyes, he’s the finest thing to ever walk on the face of this planet.

“I’ll make sure your first time will be as pleasurable as possible, so hands and knees, ass facing me,” Yunho instructs. As Changmin clambers awkwardly on long limbs to the position, Yunho reaches for the bottle of lube that had fallen to the floor when he accidentally knocked it from the dresser. “I’m gonna prep you, so it’ll hurt a little.”

A cold substance touches Changmin’s entrance and he yelps. Yunho stares. “That was adorable.”

Changmin blushes. “Sh-shut up.” Yunho’s lubed fingers circle around his entrance and Changmin clenches his teeth from both the nervousness and the pleasure. Yunho slips his fingers in and Changmin automatically clenches from the intrusion. “Relax, baby, relax …” he whispers, inching his fingers in deeper when Changmin swallows and he muscles release their pressure around his fingers. Yunho pumps him carefully and thoroughly. He adds in another finger and stretches them all, making sure that Changmin is properly prepared for him.

“Changmin,” Yunho whispers.

Changmin looks up from the pillow. “Hmm?”

“Get ready.” Yunho pours lube onto his hands and smears it over his cock. He grabs Changmin’s hips and aligns his cock against the tight hole. “Ready?”

Changmin stills. This is it. This is really it. He swallows and nods. He can’t trust his voice.

Yunho presses in slowly. Changmin grinds his teeth and grips the pillow hard. “It hurts, hyung,” he sobs, a few tears leaking from his eyes. “It hurts. Pull out, pull out, pull out.”

“No fucking way, Changmin,” Yunho groans, continuing to push in. “You’re so hot and so tight and - fuck, just relax, baby. It’ll get better soon, I promise.”

Changmin nods again and Yunho pushes all the way until the hilt. “Fuuuuuck, you’re so tight. Want me to wait? I can wait.”

Changmin shakes his head this time. “N-no, it’s okay. You said it’ll get better, right? I don’t wanna wait it out. I can handle it.”

Yunho’s grip on his hips hardens. “Are - are you sure? I can wait.”

Changmin grits his teeth and a vein throbs near his temple. He may be a virgin, but he knows he can handle it. Why can’t Yunho understand that? He growls and pushes Yunho off. “I said I can handle it. What part of that don’t you understand?” He turns around and straddles Yunho, situating himself above Yunho’s cock. “I know what I can and can’t take.” He takes Yunho’s cock in one hand and impales himself fully, biting his tongue to block the scream from coming out.

Yunho lets his head roll back from the sheer intensity of the pleaser. Changmin is so tight, fucking damn it, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to screw such wondrous heat again. Changmin almost instantly bounces. The pain is fading away, slowly but surely, and he pulls Yunho closer to him. He’s learnt of the prostate, he knows what he does, but he doesn’t know where he is. He tries to move his hips, his concentration breaking every time another wave of pain washes over him.

Yunho notices his half-frustrated half-pained look, so he takes hold of Changmin’s hips again and thrusts up, trying to find that one spot and lessen Changmin’s burden -

“AH!” Changmin screams. “FUCK!”

Yunho smirks. “Found it~” he sings, increasing his speed and slamming into Changmin, focusing on that one place.

Changmin falls forward and wraps his arms around Yunho’s neck, trying to brace his rough thrusts. He’s got to be sober … he’s got to be … Changmin pants as more moans escape his mouth. There’s no way anyone can be like this while dru- “FUCK! HYUNG! Ohhhhh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, right there …”

Yunho leans forward and licks at Changmin’s ear, sucking on the shell and biting it gently. Changmin slaps a hand over his mouth as more screams fill the room. No one can come to the room right now. No one. It’ll mess up his chances of confessing to Yunho.

“You’re so nice and tight,” Yunho breathes into Changmin’s ear, pushing him down to the bed so that Changmin’s laying down and he’s towering over him. He slams into Changmin again, Changmin crying through his hand as his legs encircle Yunho’s waist. God, it feels so good. “Just the way I like it.”

“If you like it so much, then fuck me harder,” Changmin grits out, scratching down Yunho’s chest as if to urge him to go harder. Yunho hisses from the pain which quickly melts into pleasure and Changmin continues to scratch him. “You look prettier with marks, you know that?”

“Yeah?” Yunho pants out, not missing a beat as he continuously pistons into Changmin. “I bet you’d look gorgeous.” Without another word, he bites hard at the long slope of Changmin’s neck, sucking and licking at the purplish mark sure to form. Changmin smacks his head and Yunho pulls back to admire his handiwork. “What’d I say? Fucking gorgeous.”

“Fucking asshole,” Changmin hisses, wrapping arms around Yunho’s neck again and pulling him down harshly. “I have an exam in two days time. If this doesn’t heal by then, you’re dea- AH, DAMN YOU BASTARD, I WASN’T DONE TALKING!” he screams as Yunho chooses that time to brutally abuse his prostate.

“I’m gonna cum,” Yunho says, voice low. He lets go of Changmin’s hip and pumps his cock, Changmin dragging his nails down one of his biceps. Yunho fucks Changmin hard, nailing that one spot. It’s coupled with the occasional squeeze of his cock and it’s enough to make Changmin go white and cream between their bodies. The sight of Changmin writhing on the bed below him and crying out as he cums makes Yunho cum as well, planting his seed into the younger yet taller man.

Thoroughly spent, Yunho slumps against Changmin, not caring about the cum puddles glistening on their chests. He groans suddenly and Changmin glances at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m still a bit tipsy,” Yunho admits. “I should’ve never moved so hard while we were having sex.”

“You said you weren’t drunk,” Changmin furrows his eyebrows as Yunho disconnects himself from Changmin with a lewd pop, the sound echoing in the room. Changmin curls up against Yunho, eyeing the splatters of cum on Yunho’s chest.

“You believed me?”

“Of course not,” Changmin scoops up some of the cum and flicks his tongue out to taste it. He shudders. “Eurgh, this tastes disgusting. Considering you’re a playboy and had your fair share of blowjobs, how did you handle this taste?”

Yunho shrugs. “I got used to it. Oh, and by the way, I actually knew your name.”

Changmin rolls his eyes and sits up, grabbing the roll of toilet paper on the nightstand. “Toilet paper? Not a regular tissue box? And you knew my name? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yunho shrugs. “My roommate Yoochun is a crybaby, and he just used the last of the tissue boxes crying over some stupid drama. I was running late for class and had no time so I took toilet paper. And would you still come up to my place if I told you who you are? It would’ve turned to plans for a future date but I needed a fuck badly.”

Changmin rips some of the toilet paper and uses it to clean both their chests and their stomachs before reaching behind him to touch his ass. He shudders. “Oh, ew. This is gross. How the fuck do you get this out? And why would you need toilet paper? Jerking off, is it? So what was I, a one-night stand?”

Yunho laughs. “You don’t. Your body absorbs it, I think. I don’t know. The first time I bottomed, I just shrugged it off. It doesn’t really come out.” He smacks Changmin’s thigh. “What, do I look so uncivilized to you? I get colds easily so I needed tissue. Toilet paper is my only replacement for the moment. And why do you sound like a jealous boyfriend?”

Changmin’s face takes on a look of disgust. “Oh, that’s gross. My body is going to absorb a foreign fluid, that’s just disgusting. You look healthy to me. You don’t look like you get colds easily.” Changmin then huffs and turns away. “I don’t. Why should I? We’re not even together.”

Yunho chuckles and sits up. “I like how we manage to incorporate three different conversations into a single one. I’m going to dismiss your previous sentences for the last one.” He touches Changmin’s hand. “Do you want to be?”

Changmin spins around so fast Yunho’s sure he heard a bone crick somewhere. “Wh-what? What do you mean?”

Yunho laughs awkwardly and looks away, a faint blush on his cheeks. “Okay, this is going to be awkward and all, but I liked you. Like you. For a long time now, actually.”

Changmin’s staring with his mouth open.

“I … I didn’t want to rush into things because I’m sort of bad with relationships,” Yunho confesses, rubbing the back of his neck. “The people I’ve been - I’ve only been with three - had either cheated on me, dated me for my status as captain of the basketball team or broken up with me because I was too sensitive.” He suddenly has a look of a kicked puppy. “Am … am I too sensitive?”

Changmin softens at the look and scoots closer. “Yes. But it’s the good kind of sensitive. I’ve seen you around and what you do. You help people. You’re sensitive but at the right times. You’re the perfect boyfriend. I like you too. Why didn’t you talk to me and tell me this earlier?”

“I didn’t want to jinx another relationship,” Yunho replies with a sad pout, “especially if it’s with you. You’re perfect.”

Changmin smiles. “No, I’m not. But let’s talk about this later. Right now, you have to sleep and get over this hangover. I have no classes tomorrow and I’m sure you don’t have any either or else you wouldn’t be in the club getting drunk.”

Yunho suddenly takes Changmin’s face and kisses him. The kiss was gentle in contrast to the sudden action of cupping his face. Changmin smiles into the kiss and pecks his lips in return. Yunho hugs him. “You’re so smart. My smart Changmin. I love you.”

Warning bells go off Changmin’s head. Whoa, whoa, whoa! No one said anything about love. Changmin looks at Yunho with an open mouth, preparing to correct him, but closes it when he sees hope shining in Yunho’s eyes. He swallows and kisses him again. “I … I love you too.”

Yunho’s grin can light up the world. Yunho pulls Changmin close and they both fall back to the bed together, Yunho turning off the light and kissing Changmin’s temple. Changmin covers them both with the blankets and snuggles into Yunho’s chest with a smile, sleep already claiming him as a last thought runs through his head.

Maybe … loving him isn’t a bad idea …

*

You know, people say that waking up next to the person you love is one of the most beautiful feelings in the world. Knowing that your love looks like an angel even when asleep can bring your heart to flutter so early in the morning.

Not for Changmin.

Right now, Changmin’s staring. He’s staring at his savior from last night sleep on the pillow, mouth open so wide a dozen flies can fly in with no problem. Changmin frowns and sighs at the small drool puddle he sees forming on the pillow. How pretty, he thinks with a roll of his eyes. Changmin pinches Yunho’s nose, the action quickly snorting the elder jock to awake. “You sleep ugly,” he says blandly, twisting Yunho’s nose to the right.

Yunho slaps his hand away and covers his nose, managing a lazy smile. His smile quickly contorts to one of pain as he clutches his head, no doubt suffering from a hangover. “Well, you’re blunt,” he manages to say. “What happened to the shy, submissive nerd I saved last night?”

“Who’s calling who submissive? I was anything but, you asshole.”

Yunho opens his eyes and closes them again. “So where’s my nerd?”

“You’ll have him after I have my morning coffee,” Changmin groans. He smacks Yunho’s chest, the jock snorting which ends with a groan of pain. Yup, definitely drunk last night, Changmin smirks in his mind. He thinks he can fool me. “You were so rough last night I’m surprised I’m not bleeding out of my ass. My ‘hero’ can have his ‘damsel in distress’ after he stops limping.”

“Well excuse me if my princess was begging me to fuck him harder,” Yunho groans with a smirk, sitting up slowly and allowing the covers to fall from his chest. “Or maybe commanding is the right word.” He looks down and sees numerous red lines, temporary reminders from when Changmin scratched him and growled in his ear to go faster. “Princess is also a kitty. Feisty.”

“Call me any feminine or animal terms again and I will snap your dick in half,” Changmin warns, getting off the bed and looking around for his boxers.

“How can you bear children then if your prince can’t mate with his princess?” Yunho asks, smirk growing wider.

“Easy,” Changmin spots his sweatpants dangling on the bedpost at the foot of the bed and snatches it up. It’s not his boxers but good enough. “I ask Knight Junsu to bed with me.”

Yunho sits up a little straighter at this, anger obvious on his face and something akin to fear in his eyes. His head throbs at the pain but he doesn’t care. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Oh how Changmin would love to reply with a try me complete with his signature smirk. But he knows how Yunho’s a bad luck magnet when it comes to relationships and he doesn’t want to break the poor guy’s heart any further. “Of course not,” Changmin chooses to say instead, going back to the bed with a soft smile. He kisses Yunho and smiles. “I choose Jaejoong instead.”

Yunho smacks his face with the saliva-soaked pillow.

“You’re disgusting,” Changmin bats the pillow away, scowling at Yunho and thanking God with all his heart that there’s no trace of saliva on his face. His frown fades when he sees tears in Yunho’s eyes. “Oh God, you idiot,” he envelops the older man - nineteen is considered a man, right? Well, even if it isn’t, he’s still a man in Changmin’s eyes (a manry man) - into a hug and laughs. “Of course I didn’t mean that.”

“I don’t trust you,” Yunho sounds tired and every bit as an accusing child.

“Then don’t,” Changmin kisses him again. “At least not for now. Be paranoid, stalk me, place cameras in my room, whatever. Just know that I truly love you, okay?”

Yunho looks into his eyes and smiles. … Before he jumps off the bed and rushes into the bathroom to throw up.

*

“Oh my God, that is so hot.”

“I can’t believe he banged him! I mean, sure we never even noticed Changmin, but damn~ boy’s got ass.”

“How did you even get these?!”

“Haha, I bet Yunho wasn’t even drunk.”

“I don’t think that explains the mindless humping he did back at the club the other night.”

“Haha, shit. You serious?”

“Shh! I hear something.”

“Shit, I hear Yunho! He’s coming closer!”

“I recognize Changmin’s voice. He must be with Yunho.”

“What, they walk to class together now?”

“Aww, how cute~!”

“They’re outside!”

“To your seats, people!”

The classroom door slides open and a laughing Yunho comes in, pulling Changmin by the hand. Changmin follows him a bit awkwardly, face flushed from all the lovey-dovey attention Yunho’s been showering with and looks away to hide the blush on his face. Yunho looks up and the smile on his face morphs into suspicion when he sees the entire class in their chairs, smiling at him like angels.

Confused, Yunho gives Changmin a glance then back at the class, his gaze landing on his friends first. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“Whatever makes you think something’s going on, Yunho-sshi~?” his friend Heechul replies, batting his eyelashes innocently.

Yunho’s eyes narrow at him.

“Yeah, we just discovered something very blackmail-worthy and we just got excited,” Donghae jumps in.

“‘Blackmail-worthy’?” Yunho repeats, squeezing Changmin’s hand. “That doesn’t so good.”

“Of course it doesn’t,” a classmate Yunho recognizes as Changmin’s friend Kyuhyun says. Oh great, even Kyuhyun’s with this now? “But maybe for you,” he grins.

Yunho feels that familiar feel of foreboding gripping his heart. Changmin takes a step closer. “What does that mean?”

Jaejoong stands up then, going over to the portable blackboard and flips it over, revealing a number of pictures that both Yunho and Changmin are sure were never there before. The lovers go over to the blackboard and their jaws drop, faces going bright red as they recognize the pictures.

Pictures of their night together, in such a high quality that made it seem as if someone was standing there and taking pictures of them.

“Good, eh?” Jaejoong asks with a smile. “I thought that the camera I installed in Yunho’s bedroom wouldn’t work.”

“The WHAT IN MY WHAT?!” Yunho screams, face going brighter red.

Jaejoong kisses Yunho’s nose. “I love you too, Ho~”

And Changmin can only facepalm in embarrassment as Yunho chases their friend around the classroom through whoops and catcalls.

*

A/N: Happy new year :D As celebration, here are a couple of Wikipedia information I edited [1] [2] \o/ Don’t mind the font - something screwed up my laptop so the fonts Arial, Verdana and Times New Roman become italicized. It kinda sucks when the default font of editing LJ entries is Arial, so it’s hard for me xD

Drunk popular Yunho, check. Younger nerdy prettyful Changmin, check. Yunho touching Changmin in front of everyone, check. Leaked photos of their night together, check. ANYTHING I MISSED, PIMP? And I don’t curr if you wanted sweet, romantical smex, CHANGMIN IS ALWAYS CHANGMIN, OKAY, HO? HE’LL BE ROUGH IN BED EVEN IF THERE’S A GROUP ORGY AND HE BOTTOMS TO ALL, OKAY? NOT WRITING THAT.

SM the Performance is amazing. Yunho’s voice is so gorgeous, I swear. If both Yunho and Changmin is in SM the Performance, it’ll be orgasmic, I swear said that already.