Inferno (Part 2)

[shriya_4]

Title: Inferno (Part 2)

Author: Shriya_4

Pairing: YunJaeMin

Genre: Romance, Smut, Drama, Humor, University!AU

Rating: NC-17

Length: Two-Shot (Approx. 7000 words)

Warning: Language, Threesomes

Summary: Yunho and Jaejoong. Their presence made him feel like they’d trapped him in an inferno.

A/N: This fic is for jasexists and Trishy ( @mysekushiboo) who were incredibly thirsty for a creamy Jaejoong sandwich.



Kyuhyun flinched when he heard four trays clatter on their table and looked up to find Yoochun, Junsu, Jaejoong and Yunho taking up seats around the table.

He looked around to find Minho gaping like a fish and Changmin looking annoyed but unsurprised.

“Um...”

“Hi!” Junsu shouted over the din of the cafeteria.

“Hi?”

Jaejoong ignored them and turned his seat fully to face Changmin and Yunho.

“Okay?”

“They’re dating,” Yoochun said dryly, bending down to eat his food and pay zero attention to what was going on.

“I know?” Kyuhyun said in confusion, chewing on his rice and glancing at Yunho and Jaejoong.

“The three of them,” the other clarified.

Kyuhyun spat all the food out and stared horrified at Changmin.

“You fucking liar! You said you’d stopped crushing on them a year ago!”

Changmin groaned, “This seems to be a running theme with everyone - calling me a liar.”

“You are,” everyone exclaimed.

“Fucking traitors.”

Kyuhyun stared dumbly as Jaejoong rolled his eyes and slid onto Changmin’s lap.

“Holy shit!” Minho exclaimed, garnering the attention of almost everyone in the cafeteria, “How the fuck did you manage to do this?!”

Everyone started whispering and pointing fingers at the group, some people laughing and others hooting condescendingly.

Changmin slammed his spoon down and pushed Jaejoong off, leaning over to grab his bag.

“Why does everyone have to make a bloody scene?” he whispered harshly, storming off and leaving Jaejoong and Yunho staring after him with mixed expressions of indignation and amusement.

Yunho leaned over and whispered something into Jaejoong’s ear, which caused the other to get up and pull Yunho off of his seat.

“Let’s go, then.”

Yoochun snorted into his plate, while Junsu, Kyuhyun and Minho looked beyond confused.

As if they needed an excuse to fuck.

Jaejoong ran to catch up with Changmin, while Yunho walked along behind them, watching as the older wrapped his arms around the other, and holding him back.

Changmin shrugged Jaejoong off and made a beeline for the bus-stand, figuring that he’d go back to his dorm.

Yunho shook his head, amused, and shouted, “I live closer!”

Changmin turned around and glared mutinously at him.

“Was that funny to you?!”

“Was what funny?”

“Putting on a show for everyone in the university! Now they’re all going to wonder what the fuck the nerdy boy is doing with the hot ass bunch of seniors!”

Jaejoong growled under his breath before grabbing hold of Changmin’s ears, “Are you stupid? Brain dead? Do we need to send you to a psychiatrist to work on your inferiority complex?”

Yunho walked forward and put a finger against his chest, “If that’s what you think everyone’s thinking then you don’t see yourself very clearly.”

“Easy for the two people who outshine everybody to say. You two need to breathe for everyone to fall over themselves to serve you. I wouldn’t even stand out if I wasn’t smart or too busy insulting everybody’s intelligence.”

“You know that’s not true. And don’t you think you’re overreacting? Nothing even happened! If you can’t stand me sitting on your lap then what the fuck are we doing?”

“It wasn’t you sitting on my lap that was the problem! It was the fact that you had to go on and do it in front of everybody! We’ve only been together two weeks! Did you see Minho’s reaction?! Like he couldn’t even comprehend people like you giving me the time of day!”

Jaejoong let go of Changmin and walked a few steps away, “You know what makes someone unattractive?! This. Whatever this is. Why can’t you just take things at face value and accept that people like you for you? That you don’t have to be something else? That you aren’t the second choice? That you matter! Fuck everybody else who doesn’t think so! Just-“ Jaejoong took a deep breath, “You know what? Go. Do whatever you want. I don’t know why I expected things to finally work. You know who thinks you’re the biggest loser? You!”

With that the older one turned and walked away, snatching Yunho’s keys out of his hands while he passed the other by.

Changmin stared after Jaejoong - anger, humiliation and longing warring in his eyes.

“You know, for a genius, you’re pretty fucking stupid,” Yunho muttered, reaching over to smooth out Changmin’s shirt, “I guess you’re one of those people who never learned anything from school.”

“You-“

“Listen to me. You made a choice to date us. So fucking date us. You aren’t in this relationship with the rest of the student body. The only people who should be dictating how our relationship pans out is us. Not them. Screw everyone else and what they think. The two of us? We think you fucking hung the stars and then some. So take it. Accept it. Embrace it.”

“I-“

Yunho dragged Changmin forward by his head and knocked their foreheads together, “Stop talking. Stop thinking for once in your life and just let things happen.”

“What if I can’t stop?” Changmin breathes against his mouth.

“You have to try. You’re not a quitter. You’ve never been one. Don’t start. Now please go calm Jaejoong down before he destroys my apartment.”

“Aren’t you going to come?”

“You bet your ass I am,” Yunho winked.

“You’re really disgusting.”

“You love it.”

“God knows why...” the younger mumbled, making a move to walk past Yunho.

“Changmin?”

“What?”

“I don’t want to hear another word about you not being enough for us. Give us enough credit that we know what we want,” Yunho said softly, placing a kiss against the other’s mouth before pushing the other in front of him.

“Now, move it. I’m feeling particularly frisky.”

“Disgusting.”

Jaejoong slammed the door shut behind him and sat down on the couch, his head falling into his hands.

He was going to cut Minho. Couldn’t even shut his mouth for five minutes before ruining everything.

He knew logically that it wasn’t his fault...it was Changmin’s.

Changmin with his stupid inferiority complex, his stupid face, his stupid everything.

How anyone who had even half the things Changmin possessed could think themselves less than deserving, was something beyond Jaejoong’s comprehension.

And fuck if Jaejoong hadn’t gone and ruined everything again. Why couldn’t things just work out? He finally had Yunho and Changmin. He had his yin and yang, they could keep him sane together. And now it was all fucked up.

“Shit!”

He picked up Yunho’s least favourite vase and flung it unceremoniously onto the floor, watching pathetically as it bounced on the carpet and lay there unaffected.

Stupid plastic that looked like glass.

Nothing. Nothing was going his way.

He heard the door open and whimpered pathetically, his eyes not turning away from the vase.

“Jae,” Yunho whispered as he curved a hand along the other’s chin to pull him into an upside down kiss, “Stop crying.”

“I hate this. I hate the fact that nothing works.”

“What doesn’t work?” Changmin’s voice called out, causing Jaejoong to nearly break his neck as he whipped around in Yunho’s hold to look back.

“Why’re you here?” The older asked, his brows furrowing as he took in the chastised looking boy.

Changmin walked around the sofa and sat down, “I thought you’d want me here,” his whispered.

“I don’t like idiots around me.”

“I have an IQ of above one-fifty and a GPA higher than your four years combined,” Changmin commented dryly.

“You may have a high IQ, Changmin, but you can’t seem to use it anywhere else except when it comes to scoring good grades.”

“I thought we were working on improving my self-esteem not breaking it down even further.”

“This is your problem. You’re too stupid to see beyond this image you’ve created of yourself. You were clearly smart enough to pick up on our attraction to you, but now you’re too stupid to figure out what to do with it. You’re just sitting here with the two of us wondering how to make us work, when all you have to do is just love us and care about us. Why can’t you just let stuff go and let things fall into place? Stop over-analysing everything. Stop making this harder than it already is for you or for us.”

Jaejoong locked eyes with Changmin and waited for the other to say something. After minutes of silence he got up and went into Yunho’s room, shrugging out of his shirt and jeans and slipping in under the covers, deciding that he was just done thinking about any of this for the moment.

He heard soft murmurs coming from the living room and buried his head further into the sheets, closing his eyes and wishing for things he wasn’t sure he was going to get.

He didn’t realise how much time had past, and soon found himself waking up to the morning light seeping in from the large French windows.

He groaned and made to turn his back to the light, but realised he was pinned under two muscular arms.

He opened one eye and turned, finding Yunho fast asleep on his left, his breathing shallow but his mouth wide open.

Jaejoong smiled and leaned over to nuzzle his nose against the other’s ear before placing a kiss against his forehead.

He loved this man beyond words.

“I got reamed four times yesterday,” a hoarse voice said from behind him and Jaejoong turned to find Changmin half asleep on his left, looking at him with squinty eyes and sleep ruffled hair, “I don’t particularly enjoy the feeling.”

“I only yelled at you twice.”

“Have you met our other boyfriend?”

Jaejoong smiled, turning fully to kiss Changmin on the mouth, their lips resting comfortably against each other for a while as Jaejoong reached up to stroke the other’s hair.

“Are you feeling less angsty today?” he finally asked, pulling away so he could look at the younger.

Changmin just buried his head in Jaejoong’s chest for a while, unable to say what he wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured after a few minutes of having the back of his head stroked, “sometimes...sometimes I don’t like myself and I take it out on everyone else...It’s not a healthy or attractive quality but I promise I’ll try to stop.”

Jaejoong sighed and rolled over Changmin, so that both their bodies were pressed together.

“I don’t ever want you to stop saying how you feel. I want you to stop hurting yourself and doubting yourself. You’re perfect. To me you’re so perfect. Even if you’re a first class asshole.”

“Thanks,” the younger said dryly, his arms coming around Jaejoong’s naked torso.

“You’re welcome,” the older one replied, peppering the other’s face with soft kisses.

They stayed like that for a while until Changmin suddenly turned them so he was on top of the older one.

“Wha-?”

“I just want to apologise properly,” he smirked, bending down to press a hard kiss against Jaejoong’s mouth, coaxing the other’s lips apart so that he could slip his tongue in.

Jaejoong moaned and arched his back, winding an arm around Changmin’s neck to pull him even closer.

“You’re so fucking pretty, you know?” Changmin muttered, pulling away to trai; kisses down the column of Jaejoong’s neck and down his shoulders, “creamy skin and gorgeous, pouty lips... anyone ever tell you that you’re complete sin?”

The younger brought his lips to one of Jaejoong’s nipples and bit down playfully on the cold-pebbled nub, huffing out a laugh as Jaejoong nearly pulled off some of his hair as he yelped.

Changmin was about to slip a hand into Jaejoong’s boxers when he felt warm fingers  trail along his back, he pulled his mouth away from the panting man under him and turned to find Yunho gazing at them with lust darkened eyes.

Changmin lifted off of Jaejoong and waited until Yunho pulled Jaejoong into his own arms, propping the oldest up against his chest.

The younger then bent down to mouth Jaejoong’s dick through the fabric of his boxers and hissed when Jaejoong trailed sharp nails up the top of his back.

“Fuck, Min,” he heard the other mutter.

Yunho tilted Jaejoong’s neck back against his shoulder and bit down against the skin between his throat and shoulder and hummed as the other sobbed in frustration.

“Yunho,” he heard him whisper, “please.”

He kissed Jaejoong and the two of them let their tongues glide together a little short of violent, making sounds that had Changmin straining in his briefs.

“Fuck, you two are so hot,” he whined, feeling every slurp and suck down to his toes, he grabbed hold of the elastic of Jaejoong’s boxers and yanked them down.

He purred as the other’s dick sprung free, laying heavily against his abdomen and leaned forward so he could hold it in his hands, marvelling at the soft skin and impressive girth.

Jaejoong yelped into Yunho’s mouth and gripped tightly at Changmin’s shoulder, as if searching for something to ground him.

It was too bad that Changmin wanted him to fly.

He bent his head and took the tip of his dick into his mouth and sucked experimentally, closing his eyes against the lewd whimpering noises the older was letting out and then dipped his tongue just that little bit into the other’s slit, almost expecting the second round of scratches running down his sides.

He looked up to see both Yunho and Jaejoong watching him with twin looks of absolute hunger and it made him want to cum a lot sooner than he planned.

He felt Yunho’s hands stroke his cheek and pulled off, leaving a panting and wanton Jaejoong gripping helplessly at the covers.

“Jaejoong spread your legs, hold them up with your heels, come on love,” Yunho whispered.

Jaejoong did as he was told and Changmin watched, almost thirsty, as the older one parted his thighs and lifted his hips, allowing Yunho to lean over and spread Jaejoong’s ass cheeks, “Changmin, try and finger him while you suck him off, he loves that.”

Jaejoong pulled an arm away from Changmin and used it to cover his mouth as he sobbed, begging Yunho to stop trying to find ways to ruin him.

Changmin grabbed hold of the lube Yunho handed him and used it to carefully push a finger into Jaejoong’s twitching hole, almost curious of the entire anatomy of things

He then leaned over to press sucking kisses over the other’s perineum, causing a litany of senseless babble to burst forth from the eldest man’s lips as he came.

Three fingers later, Jaejoong was an absolute mess with Yunho having to hold him up tight as he thrashed around at Changmin’s ceaseless ministrations; his dick already feeling highly over-sensitised.

“I can’t. I can’t...” Jaejoong sobbed into Yunho’s chest, begging for the other to stop Changmin from doing what he was doing.

Yunho nodded at Changmin and the younger pulled away, leaving Jaejoong to heave desperate breaths even as his body arched to follow Changmin.

Yunho pulled away from Jaejoong and asked Changmin to turn the other over, which he did with no amount of gentleness, pushing Jaejoong’s head onto the pillow and pulling his hips up, presenting the other.

“Why don’t you gag him, Changmin,” Yunho muttered, his face having taken on a wicked look, which left Changmin aching for him.

Jaejoong tensed in anticipation as Changmin grabbed his head and guided it to his own still-covered dick, which caused the other to whimper and place a soft kiss against the damp cloth, using his hands to pull the skin hugging briefs off of the younger boy.

He sucked in a breath at seeing the uncut dick, thinking about how much fun he was going to have playing around with the foreskin with his tongue. He almost whimpered out thanks and proceeded to kitten lick at the appendage, relishing in driving the younger crazy.

Yunho, for his part, unclothed himself and reached an arm around Jaejoong’s hips to pull his ass flush against his dick, rutting shamelessly against the other’s behind as he placed biting, hungry kisses along the column of his spine.

Jaejoong cried out and Changmin took the opportunity to shove his dick into Jaejoong’s mouth, fully aware through endless talks with Yunho that the oldest one didn’t have a semblance of a gag reflex.

Jaejoong yelled around the appendage in his mouth as Yunho finally entered him, stretching him in ways that fingers just weren’t able to do.

He sobbed as he was fucked from both ends, air leaving his lungs with timed breaths through his nose.

This was everything he wanted from them and more. He was coming apart at the seams.

“We’ve got you, Jae,” Yunho whispered between sharp pants, while Changmin stroked his face in order to convey words he hadn’t yet learned how to say.

Changmin released a sharp cry as one particularly strong suck from Jaejoong caused him to come down the other’s throat, forcing Jaejoong to pull away after swallowing.

Yunho, who had now gone mindless with pleasure, pulled Jaejoong back up against his chest and bit back a yell as the other bounced against his lap, making Jaejoong cry out and Changmin lean over the other’s shoulder and kiss Yunho for all that he was worth.

After what felt like hours, Yunho finally came and let the over-sensitive Jaejoong slump listlessly into his arms, the other’s sweat soaked torso heaving for air, while Yunho and Changmin continued to exchange lazy kisses.

Yunho then pulled away from them both and went into the bathroom to find something to clean them all up with, only to come back to find Jaejoong and Changmin nearly half asleep and curled up in bed, uncaring of the mess of semen on the sheets.

He shook his head and cleaned them both up before drawing the curtains and getting back into bed with the two of them.

Laughing as the two men suddenly flanked his sides in order to hug him.

He felt Changmin’s breath against his ear and leaned in inquisitively.

“I still don’t know for sure, but...”

“But?” Yunho murmured.

“I think I might,” the younger swallowed, his face heating in embarrassment, “Love you...the two of you, I mean.”

Yunho turned his head and looked into Changmin’s wide brown eyes, “That’s okay, I’m pretty sure we feel exactly the same way.”

“Can’t you two let a man get some well-earned sleep?” Jaejoong grumbled, his arms attempting to curl around both of them.

“Well earned, my ass,” Changmin scoffed, trying to peak at Jaejoong over Yunho, only to get a smack on his face from the oldest.

“Ow!”

“Deserved it.”

“I take it back, I don’t like him,” Changmin muttered, stroking his sore cheek and clinging petulantly to Yunho.

“Liar,” two sleepy voices called out.

Well...

They were right this time.

THE END

A/N 1: Comment and let me know what you thought of this.
A/N 2: Possible sequels, if the response is good enough.