Booty Calls and Other Love Stories
Title: Booty Calls and Other Love Stories
Author: LovelessEnding (Aznmen)
Pairing: Jaemin and QmiMin
Rating: (light) R (for sex and swearing)
Genre: Romance
Summary: Jaejoong twists until his body is so close that not even a Visa card could be pushed between them. His leg is between Changmin’s thighs, so close that he can feel everything. Slowly rolling his hips into Changmin’s, Jaejoong grins at the flutter of eyelids and small gasp that Changmin utters. He brings his lips up to Changmin’s ear, “My place, or yours?”
A/N: Jenni’s request was: jaemin falling-in-love fic starting w/ a drunken one-night stand. 100% strangers, no common friends, no anything. (because smutfics always end on ‘the morning after’, and now I want to know what happens on the morning after! And after.
Jaejoong steps into the club with ease, practice, something that comes with repetition. He nods to the bouncer good-naturedly, walks into the wall of noise, and breathes out.
Bee-lining it to the bar, Jaejoong sits at ‘his stool’ as dubbed by the bartender, and waves hello. YooChun is on the other side taking care of someone else’s order, but he lifts two fingers in greeting, and mixes the drink fluidly. Stepping quickly over, YooChun leans in, strokes Jaejoong’s cheek quickly, “What do you want tonight, the drink’ll be on me.”
Purring in the back of his throat, Jaejoong smirks, “On you, really? Kinky.”
YooChun draws back quickly, “Sambuca good?”
“I’ll have a Disaronno.” Jaejoong counters, “Looking for some meat tonight.”
YooChun laughs aloud, “Alright.” He slides a shot over, and Jaejoong takes it in one sweep.
“I’ll be back, baby.” Jaejoong wiggles his fingers, and winks suggestively, before slipping into the dance floor.
It’s hot, and it’s swamped. All he can do is lose himself among the bodies and pull someone flush against his hips. The other comes willingly, swaying with his moves like they were one person. Jaejoong clings desperately to their hipbones, grinding up against them and moving up and down.
“Name?” Jaejoong whispers, kissing their neck, nibbling on the skin where neck meets shoulder.
The man moans wantonly, pushing his body further into Jaejoong’s, arching his back, “HeeChul.”
About four shots later, the drink opens more people to Jaejoong’s eyes. He’s back on the dance floor, stripped down to his wife beater, and his hair having lost all hairspray power. This time he’s up against someone else, their hands on his hips, fingers pushing into his skin, bruising, marking him as their own.
He pulls their hands down his hips to the insides of his thighs - makes them bend into him. Jaejoong grins, tilts his head awkwardly to the side and catches the younger man into a kiss.
It’s chaste, something unseen at this time in the club, and they both smirk. “Jaejoong.”
“Changmin.” They speak in unison.
Jaejoong twists until his body is so close that not even a Visa card could be pushed between them. His leg is between Changmin’s thighs, so close that he can feel everything.
Slowly rolling his hips into Changmin’s, Jaejoong grins at the flutter of eyelids and small gasp that Changmin utters. He brings his lips up to Changmin’s ear, “My place, or yours?”
“Mine, it’s close.”
Changmin lives in an apartment, small, clean, almost obsessively so, but they come in like a whirlwind, knocking small items off of shelves, books off of tabletops, and his coat rack clatters to the floor. At some point, Changmin picks Jaejoong up by his thighs, wraps his legs around his waist and carries him to the bedroom. Changmin was able to pick his way past the hallway without any problems, but upon actually entering the doorway, Jaejoong hits his head on the doorframe.
The thud is audible, and the delayed ‘Ow,’ makes it even more comical, and Changmin ends up dropping Jaejoong to the floor, giggling like a small girl, and covering up snorts with his hand.
At first, Jaejoong only glares, but when Changmin sounds more pig than human, Jaejoong begins to be disgusted. “I’ll show you where you can make animal noises.”
Jaejoong jumps from the ground and onto Changmin, practically shoving his tongue down Changmin’s throat in lieu of shutting him up. The snorts quickly stop, and Changmin battles Jaejoong for dominance.
Changmin ‘shows’ Jaejoong the bed, climbs on top of him, and Jaejoong gives in almost too easily. “Too much for you?”
“Psh. You think you’re getting my ass?”
“I don’t think, babe - I know I’m getting this.” Changmin taps Jaejoong’s butt playfully. Instead of waiting for an answer, Changmin straddles Jaejoong’s hips, pulls off his shirt slowly, and then bends towards Jaejoong for another kiss. He delves into Jaejoong’s mouth, kissing until he’s fully integrated himself into him - until he tastes himself.
The walk of shame occurs at 4:49. Jaejoong finds all his clothes (socks under the bed, shirt in between the sheets, pants beside the door, briefs in the hamper, and shoes on the kitchen table), takes a quick shower, and hurries out of the door and past the bar by 5. He has a headache, and the bus won’t be at the stop for another 15 minutes.
Various images come back to him while he sits there. (Changmin thrusts into Jaejoong hard, and he’s tossed like a rag doll. Jaejoong bites his lip so hard it bleeds, but he moans like a two-dollar whore.) Fingering his lip idly, he sits back - jolting a little because of the pain - and watches other women around the area come back to their home areas, obviously from nights of pleasure. The cool air feels good against his wet hair, and he tousles it self-consciously as women stare at him at the bus stop.
(Changmin runs his hands through Jaejoong’s hair, bunches it in his hand when Jaejoong sucks, and thrusts easily into Jaejoong’s mouth. He gags, but keeps his hands on Changmin’s hips - concentrates.) The bus rolls into the stop, the driver greeting some of the women he sees most often. Jaejoong heads towards the back of the bus, ignoring the eyes that some of the women give him (was last night not enough?) and plays with his phone.
He thinks of texting YooChun, telling him about his night, but he notices a name underneath. ‘Pig Changmin”. Cute. But when did he do that?
His phone jangles, and he almost drops it in shock.
From: Pig Changmin
To: Jaejoong
(5.17) I added my number after you went to bed. If you ever want to hook-up again, call me ;)
Jaejoong closes his phone, rests his head on the metal bar between one window and the next, and sleeps until his stop (the bus driver yells his name and he jumps, runs through the doors and almost trips on the sidewalk).
The message lies in virtual disuse in his inbox for 27 days, 16 hours, and 48 minutes. It’s the seventh time at the bar when he sees him sitting in ‘his stool’. Changmin has a cigarette, unlit, and is stirring the ice in his colourless liquor while he watches the people on the dancefloor.
Jaejoong comes up slowly, wrapping his arms around him like a mother would hold their child. “Booty call?”
“Mm.” Changmin turns and kisses him, tasting of ash and cheap booze, “You didn’t call.”
“I knew I could just see you here.”
“You have a point.”
They fall asleep to stained sheets and cum-covered bodies. When Jaejoong wakes up, it’s to a singing voice in the background, and the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes has permeated the room. His clothes are piled carefully on top of the dresser, his coat on the rack by the door, and his shoes on the mat. For a split second, Jaejoong debates over leaving or not, but Changmin’s singing has louder, and it feels like he could round the corner at any minute.
He rummages through Changmin’s closet (not wanting to put on his clothes that had been through who knew how much), and pulls on an over-sized dress shirt and pads out to the kitchen.
At the sight, Changmin splutters inconsistently, but quickly turns around and mutters, ‘Sunny-side up or…?”
“Over easy. Crisp on bottom, barely cook the top.” Jaejoong sits at the island, watches Changmin as he bends into the fridge for another egg. Changmin’s only wearing loose PJ pants, and Jaejoong eyes his abdomen when he turns.
Changmin has a small smile, and as he cracks the egg on the pan, he flirts, “Like what you’re seeing?”
A small thrill courses through Jaejoong’s figure, “Mm. Maybe.”
“So non-committal."
Jaejoong doesn’t answer - much too afraid of pushing the conversation in an area he doesn’t want it to go just yet.
Jaejoong has the slackers’ best career choice: a mid-afternoon barista at the local coffee shop. He arrives a few minutes early, pulling on his apron as he walks in the door and greeting his coworkers and the regulars pleasantly. KyuHyun leers at him knowingly from behind the counter, puts an arm around him and carries him back.
“I know what you did last night.”
Jaejoong raises an eyebrow, “Do you now?”
KyuHyun appraises Jaejoong slowly, eyeing his hair, to his earrings, down his jeans and sneakers. “Oh,” he makes a small noise in the back of his throat, “And what you did this morning.”
“So intuitive.” Jaejoong laughs, and pushes past KyuHyun back to the counter.
“What’s his name?”
Instead of answering, Jaejoong smiles at the customer while handing his phone to KyuHyun. “Go to P.”
“Hi, I’d like a Small Chocolate Mint Mocha Frappuccino with Hazelnut Chocolate blended, not whipped, cream.” Jaejoong slowly lifted his eyes from the cashier, and KyuHyun almost drops Jaejoong’s phone. “I’d also like a Café de Dude with three squares of semi-sweet chocolate, not that sweet milk stuff, one cinnamon stick, no cloves, and use three ounces of coffee not four.”
Jaejoong tries to speak, but no words can contain his astonishment. “You want a Mocha what?”
Changmin comes from the bathroom area, wiping his wet hands on his pants, “Henry, did you get my coffee chocolate cluster?”
“Dude, you asked for the ‘de Dude’.”
Changmin stares at Henry for a moment, “That’s not even cool.”
KyuHyun then takes that opportune moment to laugh, “’Pig Changmin’, really? That’s so cute. Jae.”
“Anyways, yeah. I’d like a Small Chocolate Mint Mocha Frappuccino.” Henry stops, “Do you have that?”
Changmin and Jaejoong have locked eyes, “I didn’t know you worked here,” Changmin mutters.
Henry turns around, “You know him?”
“Wait, is this Changmin?”
Jaejoong leaves, turns to talk the manager, “Yehsung, can I take my break now, I promise I’ll work really hard all the rest of the day.”
Yehsung glares menacingly at Jaejoong (fully helped by the fact that the eyeliner has smeared somewhat), crosses his arms, “Yes. Just be sure not to let me catch you slacking later on.”
Henry ends up talking to KyuHyun, who refills his Mocha twice more on the house. Changmin and Jaejoong find a small niche, and when Jaejoong’s break ends, Changmin stays and helps out behind the counter. They smile together, and Changmin doesn’t break anything, so when Yehsung comes by to check up on them, he merely grumbles, “I’m not paying you,” before stepping back into the storage room.
Henry leaves without Changmin in the end, “Just be glad your shoot’s over. Me, however, I have to pick out your outfits for the next shoot, Junsu’s for the next album cover, and Sungmin’s Calvin Klein underwear for his commercial.”
KyuHyun practically clings to Henry, “You know Sungmin? Lee Sungmin?”
Henry only heaves a sigh, watches as KyuHyun glances at the clock, practically screams “YES!” and turns to him. “Can I go please, please, please, please, please?”
(Yehsung shakes his head in the storage room, his employees, oh, his employees - they give him such headaches.)
Neither Changmin nor Jaejoong really talk about anything in particular, but rather, a whole jumble of interests and hobbies that form sentences and conversations. They find topics easily, jumping from one to the next like skipping stones, and wholly enjoying each other’s company. They’re mutually pleasant while waiting on customers, and when Jaejoong is able to clock out, they fall naturally into walk together, asking about dinner, maybe Italian - no, preferably French.
It should thus feel only normal that they landed in Jaejoong’s house this time. Where Changmin’s house was clean to the point of OCD, one might call Jaejoong’s house at best an ‘organized mess’. Books upon books were stacked upon each other, one might touch the pile and it’d fall over. A chair sits beside the door, serving as a coat holder, and two small four-legged stools stood on top of each other as a shoe rack.
“Sorry for the mess.” Jaejoong murmurs apologetically, “It… well - it normally looks like this, but it seems a little worse after being at your house.”
Stifling a chuckle, Changmin waves his hands, “It’s really alright. It’s kind of cute.”
“Mhm. You must like opposites.”
Changmin steps forward, pulling their bodies close, “Hm. Here, I prefer being the same.” He pushes his hips against Jaejoong’s forcefully.
Days pass, time goes by, and their meetings become more frequent. It’s hard to tell when things changed from ‘sex-friend’ to ‘friends-with-benefits’. KyuHyun and Jaejoong go over to Changmin’s sometimes (claiming that Jaejoong’s was much too messy for a visit) and Henry introduces KyuHyun to Sungmin and Zhou Mi.
There’s a bit of wine, and they’re all sat down in the living room comfortably, chatting animatedly and enjoying each other’s company. KyuHyun has somehow managed to squeeze himself in between Sungmin and Zhou Mi, complimenting them both and making faintly sexual come-ons to both of them, and Jaejoong is sitting on Changmin in the loveseat. Henry has full-control of the controller, enduring pillows thrown in anger when he puts on the latest chick-flick. They settled down eventually, Henry sitting enthralled in his own cushioned seat. KyuHyun somehow already has his tongue down Sungmin’s throat, and Zhou Mi is latched onto KyuHyun’s neck, his hand hidden underneath the blanket they had thrown on top.
Changmin and Jaejoong are quiet, whispering into each other’s ears while the movie plays, making fun of cheesy lines, and making ‘gag me’ motions every now and then. It’s not until the man gets on his knees to propose to his girl that they’re both oddly quiet. Changmin holds Jaejoong tighter, nestling his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder, and kisses his neck softly. “What do you think of actually going out with me?”
Jaejoong’s quiet for a moment more, watching as the girl bursts into movie-star tears and throws her arms around the man, “I think… that’d be nice.”
“Really?”
“Really.” They both grin; Jaejoong resting his head easily against Changmin’s chest and shoulders, and Changmin keeps his arms around Jaejoong possessively.
The movie ends with rolling credits, a love song in the background. They can hear KyuHyun’s gasp, Sungmin’s low moan, and Henry wiping tears.
The darkness is the only movement for a while, the moon making dark shadows appear behind furniture. Zhou Mi stretches like a cat, bringing the blanket falling to the ground.
“If you got any cum on that, I swear to God, you’re never coming into this house again.”
Henry snorts, “That was horrible. Maybe worse than mine.”
Zhou Mi lifts his head in mock derision, “Well, I’ll find some place else to cum then. Sungmin, KyuHyun, whose house is closer?”
KyuHyun raises his hand, and Zhou Mi clings to him, “Lead the way.” Sungmin follows laughing.
Jaejoong curls up against Changmin like a cat, pushing his feet into Changmin’s pants. “You’re so warm.”
Changmin yelps, pushes Jaejoong off the chair, “Fucking cold feet, Batman!”
Staring up at Changmin, Jaejoong pouts, “I feel like I’ve been in this position one too many times.” He lifts up a hand in question, “Help me up?”
With a roll of his eyes, Changmin hoists Jaejoong up, who takes the opportunity to practically stick to him like glue. He presses his lips against Changmin’s, and puts his hands down the back of Changmin’s pants. (“Um. Changmin. I think I’m going to go since you’re… kind of busy.” Henry bolts towards the exit.)
“Happy You-Got-A-Boyfriend Day.” Jaejoong grins, squeezes Changmin’s ass lightly, and laughs. “Took you long enough.”
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY OMG I FINISHED IT. :D :D :D This was my monster. I kept telling Heather, ‘Omg omg omg, it’s never going to end!’ but obviously it did :D Happy birthday Jenni! (even if it’s one-day late I hope that the sentiment won’t change J ) Oh. And. I have no idea how the QmiMin even got there. Kyu was just suddenly a fanboy D: Also! Thanks to Heather for being my ‘quick question’ person :D I get stuck sometimes, so I’d be like ‘dbsk or suju’ ‘suju’ ‘pick one’ ‘heechul’ and HeeChul became Jae’s first dance partner :D
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