Rush 6/6
Title: Rush 6/6
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong (minor Yunho/Yoochun, Yunho/Donghae, implied Junho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is one of those fics that if they would mine I would make them act it out instead of me just writing it, but I don't own them, so instead of a video, you guys get a story.
Summary: Jaejoong wants Professor Jung to take his virginity, but the old man is being difficult.
Warning: teacher/student, older!Yunho (41) and younger!Jaejoong (18) (in the first part Jaejoong is only 15, but there is no smut between them), virgin!Jaejoong, lots of sex, and extremely rough sex near the end
A/N: This fic was only supposed to be a one shot ... OTL ... :) Enjoy! And the title is not inspired by Paula Abdul, just FYI, although now that song is stuck in my head.
Fan poster by vik720. Thank you! ♥♥♥
Part 6:
Just in case you need a visual of the Jaejoong in my mind (but with burgundy hair).
A/N: Losing your virginity hurts. I have never talked to anyone, male or female, that hasn't said that it hurts being penetrated the first time. I know fanfics take a lot of liberties when it comes to sex, but I have always done my best to make my stories realistic. Yunho did not rape Jaejoong in the last chapter; he was insensitive and impatient and rough because he spent the previous few hours getting Jaejoong off five times. Should he have slowed down and done his best not to hurt Jaejoong? Yes. Is he aware of this? Yes. (Just FYI: this was not just one person who was concerned about the last chapter; I don't want anyone to think that I'm spotlighting them. If it had just been one person, I wouldn't have said anything.)
Okay, now enjoy romantic fluffy stuff.
Yunho stretches, the content feeling in his body flowing away when he realizes he is alone in bed, and his beautiful young lover is nowhere to be seen. Did Jaejoong leave? Had he been too rough and scared the boy away? He will not blame the boy at all if he did leave.
And then he hears movement and smells coffee, and he smiles. After another stretch, he gets up and goes to the bathroom. The towels Yunho remembers throwing on the floor are hung up on the racks, and Jaejoong’s toiletries are lined up along the edge of the counter. Yunho fingers the toothbrush, pondering his reflection in the mirror. What will Jaejoong expect now that he has what he wanted?
What does Yunho expect? What does he want?
Yunho isn’t sure, but the thought of a domestic Jaejoong in his kitchen every morning makes his chest tighten with feelings he hasn’t had in at least fifteen years. Maybe even longer. Probably before the kid was even born.
Yunho hates sharing his space, but here, with the obvious sign that he had a bed partner, makes him glow in contentment. He scowls at himself and splashes water on his face to wake himself up more. His body is sore, and he looks for his pain medicine and can’t find it. Damn that kid. He huffs for a moment, and then smirks, opens the medicine cabinet and sees the bottle.
Right where it belongs.
Yunho smiles and pops two pills into his mouth. It’s not often that he has amazing sex two nights in a row, though last night was much better than the night with Yoochun, and Yunho can feel it in his muscles. He makes another face, because what if Jaejoong is expecting another round this early in the morning? Yunho isn’t so old that he can’t get it up when he wants to, but it takes longer for his body to recover than it used to. And Jaejoong is young: there’s not much of a chance that a middle-aged high school professor can keep up with him or keep him sufficiently sexually satisfied.
Yunho tries not to think about that and goes to his closet and pulls on a pair of loose fitting track pants and a tight, white t-shirt.
Before he’s even halfway down the hall, he can smell something cooking, and his heart and stomach fall for Jaejoong a little more.
When he enters the kitchen, he has to stop and ponder the paradox standing in his kitchen. This Jaejoong looks much older than the one who Yunho defiled the night before. Maybe it’s because of the situation, Yunho isn’t sure. But there is a man in his kitchen instead of a boy.
Yunho blames the outfit. Or lack thereof.
Jaejoong is wearing one of his hoodies, and he fills out the shoulders nicely. The sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, showing off muscles in his forearms. The hem is sitting at the slight curve of ass covered in just black boxers. Pale strong thighs flow down to calf muscles and bare feet.
Yunho’s cock is filling as he drinks in the beautiful sight of messy hair and a dark purple bruise on his neck, and then he’s behind Jaejoong, arms around his slim waist, lips against that mark. Jaejoong even feels taller, with the top of his head right at Yunho’s eyes, and maybe it’s because Jaejoong spent too much time on his back yesterday, but is it possible that Jaejoong grew three inches over night? He doubts it, and blames his perverted mind.
Jaejoong stiffens in his hold, just in surprise because he relaxes immediately and leans against him. “Morning, hyung.”
Yunho growls, but can’t exactly formulate words yet. The hoody is unzipped halfway, and Yunho reaches up to trail fingers along the curve of his pec muscle.
Jaejoong shivers and sets down his spatula. He turns in Yunho’s arms and doesn’t stop him from kissing him. But when he tries to shove his tongue in Jaejoong’s mouth, Jaejoong’s hands grip his chest and push lightly.
“If you make me burn your breakfast, I’ll be pissed, because there isn’t enough food in your house to make more.”
Yunho growls again, but steps away, hands on Jaejoong’s tiny waist, fingers rubbing his hipbones through the soft, cotton boxers. “Fine. But hurry up. I’m not really hungry for food.”
Jaejoong looks down his body and swallows. The flash of insecurity brings the boy back, but then he disappears again when Jaejoong reaches out and grips the tent in Yunho’s pants, stroking slowly, sinfully, teasing, and Yunho whimpers and tries to kiss him again.
Jaejoong laughs and turns his head and Yunho kisses his neck. “Go sit down, ajusshi.”
Yunho laps at his rim of his pierced ear for a moment, enjoying Jaejoong’s shivers, and then kisses just below his ear and finally moves away.
Jaejoong’s phone rings on the counter, and Jaejoong glares at it, but doesn’t go to answer it. It rings again, and curious, Yunho goes to it and sees that it says “Tall Twin ♥” as the caller ID.
Kim Junho is taller than his brother.
“Are you going to answer it?”
“No,” Jaejoong snaps.
“What’s going on, Jaejoong?”
“Nothing, Prof-hyung. Just ... nothing.”
The phone rings again, this time with “Evil Maknae ♥”, and Jaejoong sighs, and answers it.
“What? ... No, Minnie-ah, I’m fine. ... Well, ask Junho why I left ... I’m fine. ... Where am I?” Jaejoong stops and meets Yunho’s eyes.
Yunho shrugs. He doesn’t want a lot of people to know about this, but it is Changmin, Jaejoong’s best friend. Hell, he’ll probably take one look at Jaejoong and come to his own conclusions anyway, smart little bastard.
“You can’t tell anyone ... I know ... but ... yes, I did and ...” Jaejoong cheeks go bright pink. “Shut up, dongsaeng, I am not giving you details. ... Shut up, you porn loving freak.”
Yunho chuckles.
“I’m fine ... just ... I don’t want to go back. Not after ... Junho said he’d rape me, and then he tried, so yeah, no way. ... I know your mom hates me but ... okay. Call me later.”
Yunho waits a couple minutes after the call ends, but Jaejoong says nothing and keeps turned toward the stove, flipping the omelet in a pan that Yunho does not remember buying.
Jaejoong shrugs. “I ...” He takes a deep breath. “After dad ... left. Died. Whatever. Not like he was really ever there, but ... Mom, just couldn’t make rent, and she’s staying with my aunt, and my sisters, I don’t know where they all are, but when I told Junsu, he said I could live with them, and his mom and dad love me, and well, so does his brother apparently, and yesterday, I ... I told him no, but he said it was payment for letting me stay and that I owed him, and he’d take it from me if I wouldn’t give it to him, and I left and called you and yeah. Changmin’s going to ask his mom if I can stay with them until Changmin goes to Japan.”
“Well, today,” Yunho starts carefully, “I’m not exactly completely done with you, so if you want to stay here, you can.”
Jaejoong looks over his shoulder, eyes wide with hurt, and then turns back to the stove. “Not much different than Junho,” he mutters.
Yunho is on his feet in a second, and turning Jaejoong in his arms. “I didn’t meant it like that. You can walk around naked and not touch me again, and I’ll still let you stay here for as long as you need.”
Jaejoong’s eyes are wide and they shut, letting tears fall, and Yunho pulls him close to hug him tightly.
“Do you know what I told the doorman to let you in?”
Jaejoong shakes his head.
“I told him that you were my sister’s nephew, on the other side, who needed to get away from an abusive family. I told him that I wasn’t sure how long you were going to be staying here and he said he’d arrange to have a key made for you and let the other doormen know. You don’t have to do anything with me to pay me back; hell, this is the cleanest this place has ever been so if you feel like you need to do something, then keep cleaning and cooking. I have another bedroom and you can make that one yours. I don’t expect anything from you.”
Jaejoong pulls away from his neck and pouts.
Yunho smiles and runs his finger over the lip piercing. “That doesn’t meant I don’t want anything from you. You are beautiful, and if you want, you can let me have your attention and your kisses, and you can sleep in my bed and make me the happiest man in the world.”
Jaejoong looks away, eyes shut. He shifts, and Yunho lets him go, watching as he flips the omelet one more time before reaching for a plate.
Yunho isn’t quite sure what made him say that, but he knows it’s true. Being with Jaejoong will make him very happy.
“Look, Jaejoong-ah, it’s not like we’re strangers. I know you better than I know any of my students, and you definitely know more about me than any of my students ever had. Sure, there are some things we don’t know about each other, because of the teacher student relationship, but we can learn. You need a safe place to stay and a quiet place to study. I’m offering, but if you don’t want to, then you don’t have to. I won’t force you to stay or force you to do anything if you do stay.”
Jaejoong nods. “I’ll ... I’ll think about it, hyung.” He brings over two plates with an omelet, some kimchi, and lots of sauteed vegetables.
Yunho starts eating right away, only pausing long enough to say “This is so good,” and eats the rest of the divine meal that tastes like it was made in heaven. Well, it was made by an angel.
When Yunho is done eating, he takes his plate to the sink, and he washes the dishes, just because he feels bad that Jaejoong is cleaning up after him. It’s been easy to fall into bad habits since he has been living alone for more than fifteen years. Jaejoong brings over his empty plate, and Yunho quickly kisses his cheek before he can move away. He blushes, and smiles, and then hurries from the kitchen.
Yunho finishes the dishes, and heads to the living room. Jaejoong is curled up on an armchair, a heavy book in his lap. Yunho recognizes it as an older copy of “Ancient Korean Dynasties”.
“Where are the papers that were on the coffee table?”
“In your briefcase,” Jaejoong says without looking up and adds under his breath, “You know, where they belong.”
“Where’s my briefcase?”
"Where is belongs.”
Yunho waits for a moment for Jaejoong to clarify, and then with a smile and an eye roll, he goes to the closet. He retrieves his briefcase and sits on the floor, back against the couch. There is a desk in the guest bedroom, but Yunho does not like using it. The coffee table is a perfect height for his arms and papers.
Yunho grades papers. Jaejoong reads. A familiar situation with them that usually takes place in Yunho’s classroom after school. But completely different because Jaejoong is not his student anymore. He has no idea how to act around the teenager who is more mature and has been through more shit in his short life than Yunho can even imagine.
“Jaejoong-ah,” Yunho says about an later, and Jaejoong jumps, startled at the noise that breaks the silence. “I’m not your teacher anymore, and you’re an adult, so if I revert back to treating you like a student, or a child, smack me or something, okay?”
Jaejoong looks at the book, bites his lip, and nods.
“Since you have told me more than once that there is no food in this house, I should probably go buy some, huh? Do you want to come with me? There’s a really good market just a street away.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widen, and then he snaps, “You live that close to a market and you eat like a single, twenty-five year old man?”
Yunho laughs. “Yes, well, I’ve been single pretty consistently since I was about twenty-five, and I’ve never had a wife to cook for me.”
“Did you just call me your wife?”
Yunho laughs and shakes his head. “Pretty as you are, Jaejoong, you are too outspoken and stubborn to be anyone’s wife.”
---R---U---S---H---
Jaejoong looks at himself in the mirror one more time, turning and running his hands down his sides. He feels incredibly exposed, but he also feels really sexy, and he hopes that Yunho likes his outfit. He is wearing a tight black shirt, long sleeved to hide the marks on his wrists, but low cut that does nothing to hide the hickys on his neck and chest. And the piercing in his nipple and stomach are both very visible. The skinny jeans are almost painted on his legs and he knows the boots he wore the day before will look great with the entire black outfit. His own coat won’t match, but in the closet there is a heavy coat with a fur cuff around the hood that Jaejoong is sure Yunho-hyung will let him borrow.
Jaejoong’s heart is fluttering, and he’s nervous and unsure. He isn’t really sure what Yunho-hyung expects from him, but it is nice to have somewhere to stay for another night and not have to worry about when he is going to eat again. He knows he should call Junsu at least, but he does not want to talk to either twin at the moment.
If he stays with Yunho-hyung, he will have to go get the rest of his things from their house. And he most definitely does not want to explain to their mom why he no longer wants to stay there or where he is staying instead.
With one more deep breath, Jaejoong leaves the bathroom.
Yunho-hyung is in the middle of the bedroom, slipping a sweater over his upper body. He’s wearing blue jeans, and when his head pops out of the neck, he looks immediately at Jaejoong and his eyes widen and his mouth opens.
Jaejoong sucks on his piercing and pulls at the bottom of the shirt, shoulders rolling with the effort to stay calm.
Yunho-hyung walks to him in a second, hands on his waist and steals a kiss.
Steals? Yeah, like Jaejoong didn’t want one to begin with, and now that their mouths are together, Jaejoong wants more than one. Their tongues touch and Jaejoong’s hands slide under the sweater, over his stomach and up the line of hair on his chest.
“I don’t need to eat as long as I get to kiss you,” Yunho-hyung whispers against his lips.
Jaejoong feels the blush on his cheek, but he pulls away from the squiggly feeling in his gut. He smacks Yunho-hyung’s shoulder with his palm. “Yah, hyung!”
Yunho-hyung chuckles and his finger trails over the deep purple mark on his neck. “Even though I love it, you need a scarf to cover that up.”
“May I borrow one?”
“Of course,” Yunho-hyung kisses him one more time. “Let’s go, before I toss you on that bed and see how difficult it will be to peel those jeans off you.”
It’s tempting, but Jaejoong knows he’ll regret it come dinner time if he doesn’t take this opportunity to go shopping.
The shopping trip is liberating and frustrating at once. Yunho-hyung doesn’t care what he buys and has no opinion on what he likes to eat. He trails after Jaejoong with the cart and says nothing on the amount of food Jaejoong tosses into the cart. Each item is accompanied by a blush, because Jaejoong definitely has more than enough food for dinner, and more than enough food for the rest of the weekend. And maybe Monday and Tuesday, too.
Jaejoong is confused on the way home, sharing the burden of the grocery bags with his hyung. If the food is anything to go by, he’s committed to staying for awhile. Is that what Yunho-hyung thinks, that this means he’s staying?
But Jaejoong can’t say he’s not staying, because he might, and just in case he does, he wants the food.
Jaejoong doesn’t know what to do or what to say when they get back to the apartment. He sets the bags on the counter and then heads back to the front door to remove his borrowed scarf and coat. He picks up Yunho-hyung’s coat from the back of the couch on the way and rolls his eyes at his hyung before putting them in the closet.
Yunho-hyung chuckles. “You can’t fix my bad habits in a day.”
“A week?” Jaejoong asks wondering if Yunho-hyung will pick up on the meaning.
Yunho tilts his head and is silent, so yeah, he understands.
Jaejoong swallows as his stomach flutters with nerves.
“No,” Yunho-hyung whispers. “Maybe a month, or a year. Forty-one years of leaving my socks on the floor may take four or five years to fix.”
Jaejoong scoffs. “I don’t see myself picking up after you for the next four or five years, hyung. You’ll drive me crazy.”
Yunho-hyung smiles. “A week then?”
Jaejoong sucks his lip into his mouth. “M-maybe.”
“Okay. I need to get these papers done so I can enter final grades on Monday.”
“A-are you hungry?”
“Not really. But I am going to make myself some tea. Do you want some?”
“Yes, please.”
Yunho-hyung smiles and goes back into the kitchen. Jaejoong takes a deep breath and sits in the armchair. He puts the heavy history book on the arm of the chair and pulls out his phone. There is a text message from Junsu, and five from Junho, and one from Changmin. He opens the one from Junsu first.
Butt Twin ♥: Dude. Where are you? Just let me know you’re okay.
Smartest hyung: I’m okay. Tell your horny brother to stop bothering me. I’m not interested.
Butt Twin ♥: :( I’m sorry, hyung. I didn’t know that he ... well, yeah.
Smartest hyung: It’s okay. I’m not really mad anymore; I just don’t want to see him right now. We’ll go out Monday, okay? Lunch?
Butt Twin ♥: Yeah, okay.
Jaejoong erases Junho’s texts without reading them, and then he opens Changmin’s.
Evil Maknae ♥: Mom says no. I’ll keep talking to her.
Smartest hyung: It’s okay. I’m going to stay at Yunho’s for a few days. Don’t run your mouth about it though.
Evil Maknae ♥: Fine, but I’m totally jerking off to thoughts of him fucking you.
Smartest hyung: I hate you. I am going to punch you so hard the next time I see you.
Evil Maknae ♥: Go for it, hyung. I haven’t laughed at you in a couple days.
Smartest hyung: Really really hate you
“Why are you frowning?” Yunho-hyung asks.
Jaejoong glances up and takes the tea cup with a thanks. “Just Changmin being a dick.”
“Snarky teenager. I could have sworn that you two were--”
“Oh god hyung, no way! He’s like my little brother, and he eats too much and he watches way too much porn.”
“Not really anything wrong with either of those.”
Jaejoong bites his lip, and Yunho-hyung moans. In the next moment, his cup of tea is on the side table and he is kneeling between Jaejoong’s legs. He hands run up Jaejoong’s thighs before taking Jaejoong’s tea cup and putting it next to his.
“Sorry,” Yunho-hyung says. “You are irresistable.”
Jaejoong swallows. “Y-you have papers to grade, hyung.”
“Five minutes,” he whispers and tilts his head up.
Jaejoong smiles and lets his phone fall to floor. He leans forward and swallows Yunho-hyung’s smile in a kiss. It’s a slow, open-mouth kiss that has Jaejoong’s head spinning. His hyung’s arms wrap around his waist, pulling him away from the chair. Jaejoong leans back, and Yunho-hyung follows, not releasing his lips. His legs are twisted funny, so Jaejoong lifts them, socked-feet hooking at the small of his hyung’s back.
Yunho-hyung moans. “God, I love this shirt.” He pushes it up, baring Jaejoong’s stomach. “I can’t believe what I’ve been missing having to stare at you in school uniforms for three years.” He licks his lips and drops his head to Jaejoong’s navel to play with the piercing. Jaejoong’s hands land in his hair, tugging as the sensations twist pleasure through his groin.
Yunho-hyung moves his head higher, bunching Jaejoong’s shirt to his armpits. His mouth closes over the nipple ring, but that one still hurts from last night. It received a lot more attention than his navel ring. Jaejoong tugs on his hair with a whine, and Yunho-hyung lifts his head. His eyes are dark with want, and Jaejoong’s breath catches in his throat. How can he be sexy enough to make someone, anyone look like that, let alone his teacher?
Jaejoong pulls up and Yunho-hyung follows the direction, pressing him into the chair and forcing a tongue reaching kiss to his lips. Jaejoong’s legs wrap tightly around his waist, and Yunho-hyung rolls his hips down and pulls a deep moan from Jaejoong’s throat.
“Hyung,” Jaejoong says, the noise muffled. He turns his head and Yunho-hyung’s kisses fall to his neck, hips still rocking slowly. “Hyung. Papers.”
Yunho-hyung groans in disbelief. “I can grade them later.”
“Hyung, no, just ...”
Yunho-hyung’s knees hit the floor and he pulls away from Jaejoong and pouts.
Jaejoong laughs. “Oh my god, are you pouting at me?”
“Yes. I want you.”
“Too bad my pout works better than yours. Seriously, hyung, how old are you again?”
“But Joongie!”
Even as his chest flutters at the pet name, Jaejoong rolls his eyes at Yunho’s ridiculous face. He sits up, but still has his legs around Yunho, so it pulls their bodies together. He puts his hands on Yunho’s cheeks and smushes the exaggerated pout into a fish-face. “I’m still fucking sore, and you have papers to grade.”
Yunho-hyung tries the pout again, but Jaejoong only raises a single eyebrow, something he’d seen Professor Jung do to a complaining student. It works, because Yunho-hyung frowns and crosses his arms.
“Fine,” he says, and runs his hands over Jaejoong’s inner thighs, “but just know that it has not been five minutes, and I was only going to give you a blowjob to try make up for hurting you yesterday. I really didn’t mean to be so rough.” He pouts again, and Jaejoong’s heart melts just a little more.
“I know, hyung. Stop apologizing. Yes, it hurt, but it’s what I wanted. I told you that I don’t regret it at all.”
“Okay, but please, let me apologize with my mouth. Think I could make you come in less than five minutes with my mouth wrapped around your dick?”
Jaejoong groans, hips rising into Yunho-hyung’s firm touches on his thighs.
“Well?”
Jaejoong bites his lips, mind still warring with itself over what to do, and what this will mean. Does this mean he’s staying? Does this mean Yunho wants him more than just a virgin ass to fuck? But his cock is throbbing, and that’s making it hard to think straight.
Yunho-hyung’s fingers trace up the inseams of his jeans, over the bulge of his erection, and walk up the zipper, pausing at the button of his jeans.
With a deep swallow, Jaejoong nods. “Yes, please, hyung, please.”
“Please what?”
Jaejoong’s cheeks burn, but he manages to say, “Please suck on me. Make me come in your mouth.”
Firm fingers practically rip the button open and yank down the zipper. Again, Jaejoong isn’t wearing underwear, because the pants are too tight. Yunho-hyung grabs his hard cock and pumps it a few times before leaning forward to lick base to tip. Jaejoong slides down the chair further, trying to spread his legs.
“When did you get all these piercings?” Yunho asks, thumb rubbing over the dydoe. “And how? Don’t you have to be eighteen?”
Jaejoong smiles through the pleasure waving around his head. “One of my noona’s boyfriends had a studio and he was more than willing to shove sharp things into my skin and watch me squirm.”
Yunho-hyung frowns, but Jaejoong doesn’t want to talk about it. He lifts his hips with a moan. “Hyung, please.”
“I hate that someone else has touched your dick,” Yunho-hyung says and leans forward. His lips part wetly and press against the pierced ridge.
“Hyung,” he whines. “So long ... months ago, please, please.”
“How long ago?”
“L-last summer. He ... fuck ... wanted me, but I told him no, and it was the only way to get what we both wanted, because I wanted my dick pierced and he wanted to touch me. My sister almost killed him when she walked in and saw what he was doing, so I got what I wanted, and he didn’t. Now suck on me, damn it.”
His hyung chuckles and licks around the soft crown. Jaejoong moans, eyes barely open enough to see the movement. But he can feel the wet glide over the sensitive skin. He leans his head back on the chair and grips the arms as Yunho-hyung takes the length of his cock into his mouth. The slide is intense, and slow, his mouth tightening on the head, and then everything clamping down with a strong suck, lips scraping the shaft, all the way to the base. His hands slide up and down Jaejoong’s torso, from hips to nipples, tugging on the piercings in between.
With each trip into Yunho-hyung’s mouth, Jaejoong whimpers and his hips rise. He tries to speed up, but Yunho-hyung glares up at him and uses his hands to pin his hips to the chair.
“Fuck, hyung, fuck.”
Yunho-hyung smirks around his cock and sucks the head roughly and slams his mouth down.
Jaejoong cries out, hands falling to his hyung’s head and tangling in his hair. He tries to buck up again, but Yunho-hyung’s grip is too tight. He bobs his head faster, twisting his mouth and his tongue over the ridge. His entire body is stiff, and the ache from the night before is back, but it’s a pulsing need, not just pain, and Jaejoong wonders for a moment what it would be like to have something in his ass while his hyung is sucking on his dick. He vaguely remembers his hyung saying something like that last night, and he thrashes just from the images, orgasm twisting through his skin and stomach.
“Hyung, oh god, hyung!”
Jaejoong whimpers, panting, as his cock hardens, fills with his release and then explodes, filling Yunho-hyung’s throat and mouth. He feels his hyung gag, and then swallow while slowing his movements. Jaejoong’s brain is well-pleasured mush and his skin feels like it’s on fire. Yunho-hyung carefully rolls his cock around his mouth, sucks lightly at the head, and releases him.
Lips press against his stomach and a hot tongue laps at his navel piercing.
“I’m pretty sure that was less than five minutes,” Yunho whispers, voice deep and slightly rough.
Jaejoong whines.
Yunho-hyung chuckles and uses Jaejoong’s thighs to lift himself off the floor. Lips press against his for a moment, and Jaejoong manages to get a hand to the back of his hyung’s hair and hold him steady enough to chase the taste of himself on Yunho-hyung’s tongue.
But the kiss is short and Jaejoong whines when his hyung pulls away and stands up. He pouts deeply, and Yunho-hyung smiles. “You are better at pouting than me, but nope,” he says, picks up his cooled tea and sips at it. “I have papers to grade.” He turns and sits back at the coffee table.
Jaejoong huffs in annoyance. “But I want more.”
“You’re still sore, remember? I don’t want to hurt you again. No matter how many times you forgive me, I’ll still feel bad about being so rough with you for your first time.” Their eyes meet, and Jaejoong bites his lip and plays with the piercing with his tongue.
Yunho-hyung is right. He is really sore, and even just having fingers inside of him right now will probably hurt.
“Okay,” Jaejoong says. “But later?”
Yunho-hyung smiles. “Later. Definitely.”
With a sigh, Jaejoong sucks his stomach in again and carefully buttons and zips his jeans over his still-painfully-hard cock. He takes the heavy textbook, picks up his cup of tea, and goes to the couch. He sits close enough that his knee is pressed against Yunho-hyung’s shoulder.
He can feel his cheeks heating up even before he says what he wants to say, but it’s easier since Yunho-hyung isn’t looking at him. “Can I ask you a personal question, hyung?”
He smiles softly and nods. “Always.”
“Do you own any dildos?”
Yunho-hyung snorts, but doesn’t turn his head as he answers. “Why?”
“I was wondering what it would feel like to have something in my ass while you sucked on my cock.”
Yunho-hyung chokes on a swallow of tea, and it takes him a minute before saying, “You want to find out?”
“Maybe later.”
Yunho-hyung finally looks over at him, pondering him for a moment before he smiles. “Maybe later.”
“Grade papers,” Jaejoong says and focuses his attention on the history book. His hyung laughs, but turns back to the pile of papers in front of him. He shifts to the side, enough to lay his left arm over Jaejoong’s legs, and it puts his head in the perfect spot for Jaejoong to run his fingers through his hyung’s hair.
“Distracting,” Yunho-hyung says after about five minutes.
Jaejoong hums and sips at his tea. “Tell me to stop.”
Yunho-hyung smiles. “Pull harder.”
---R---U---S---H---E---D---
6 months later ...
“Good luck in Japan, Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong says, trying to fight back his tears.
Changmin rolls his eyes. “Ganbatte. That’s good luck in Japanese.”
“You only know that because of Japanese porn.”
“So? It’s called studying the language in a natural setting.”
Jaejoong laughs.
Changmin’s gaze slides past him, and Jaejoong knows he’s looking at Yunho, who agreed to give them space to say goodbye.
“I can’t believe you’re living with him.”
Jaejoong smiles. “You say that every week.”
“And I’ll keep saying it, because it’s insane. You do know how old he is, right?”
“Forty-two. Aren’t you supposed to be the smart one?”
Changmin looks at him seriously.
“Dongsaeng, I’m fine. We’re fine.” Jaejoong tries not to smile with hearts in his eyes. “He said he loved me yesterday.”
“Did he say it during sex? Because if he did, it doesn’t count.”
“Yes, he did, but then he said it right after, and then he said it again last night after dinner, and this morning. We know it’s insane.”
“Did you say it back?”
“Again, aren’t you supposed to be the smart one?”
“Hyung, I’m serious.”
“So am I. I love him. He loves me.”
“He better,” Changmin says, and louder he adds, “or I’m going to implement some ancient Korean torture devices on him. Remember that unscheduled lesson, Professor? You’ll regret telling us about it if you hurt him.”
Jaejoong tries to punch Changmin’s arm, but he catches it and pulls Jaejoong into a tight hug. “I’ll miss you, hyung.”
“I’ll miss you, too, Minnie-ah. Call me. All the time.”
“I will. Unless I’m having sex. I won’t call you during sex.”
“Thank god.”
Changmin breaks away with a laugh. “Ah, the entourage. Late as always”
“Shut up,” Kyuhyun snaps as he, the KimTwins, and Minho come closer. “Junho can’t drive for shilt.”
“There was traffic!”
Jaejoong backs away from Changmin as they congregate around him. Strong arms wrap around his waist and Yunho rests his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder.
“Love you, Joongie,” he whispers.
Jaejoong smiles widely and turns his head just enough to get a kiss to his lip piercing. “I love you, too.”
“You okay?” he asks.
Jaejoong shakes his head. “Not really. I haven’t gone more than a day or two without seeing him for almost three years. He’s my best friend.”
“I know. But it’s just for the semester. He’ll be back to annoy you before you know it.”
Jaejoong smiles. “Yeah. Luckily until then, I have you to annoy me. Did you do the dishes?”
He feels Yunho wince.
Jaejoong rolls his eyes. “Typical.”
“Yes, but even more typical, when we get home, I can make you forget we even have dishes.”
Jaejoong wants to be mad at him, but he’s so terribly right, and right there in the crowded airport, his cock twitches in his jeans, and he wonders if Yunho has fantasies about fucking him in a public bathroom. They’ve done most of his other sexual fantasies, well, except for Yunho fucking him at school. He doesn’t want his lover to lose his job. But maybe it’s time to add new fantasies to their list of exploits.
“Hyung?” Jaejoong whispers, fighting a blush. He’s still sometimes embarrassed to ask for something sexual, which is okay, since Yunho has said on more than one occasion that his embarrassment and innocence is what makes it hot.
“Huh?”
“Can you make me forget we even have dishes before we get out of this airport?”
Yunho groans, lips pressing against his neck. “Just when I think I’m sure I can survive you. Think Changmin will mind if we slip away before his flight leaves?”
“For sex? He’ll cheer us on.”
Yunho grabs his wrist and starts walking away quickly.
Changmin calls his name, and Jaejoong smirks over his shoulder. Changmin rolls his eyes, but blows him a kiss. “Ganbatte, hyung!”
Laughing, Jaejoong returns the air kiss and lets his older, gorgeous, horny lover drag him across the slippery floor.
Part 5: Everybody Hurts
Part 4: Hot For Teacher
Part 3: Sex You Up
Part 2: Under My Skin
Part 1: Ready or Not
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong (minor Yunho/Yoochun, Yunho/Donghae, implied Junho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is one of those fics that if they would mine I would make them act it out instead of me just writing it, but I don't own them, so instead of a video, you guys get a story.
Summary: Jaejoong wants Professor Jung to take his virginity, but the old man is being difficult.
Warning: teacher/student, older!Yunho (41) and younger!Jaejoong (18) (in the first part Jaejoong is only 15, but there is no smut between them), virgin!Jaejoong, lots of sex, and extremely rough sex near the end
A/N: This fic was only supposed to be a one shot ... OTL ... :) Enjoy! And the title is not inspired by Paula Abdul, just FYI, although now that song is stuck in my head.
Fan poster by vik720. Thank you! ♥♥♥
Part 6:
Just in case you need a visual of the Jaejoong in my mind (but with burgundy hair).
A/N: Losing your virginity hurts. I have never talked to anyone, male or female, that hasn't said that it hurts being penetrated the first time. I know fanfics take a lot of liberties when it comes to sex, but I have always done my best to make my stories realistic. Yunho did not rape Jaejoong in the last chapter; he was insensitive and impatient and rough because he spent the previous few hours getting Jaejoong off five times. Should he have slowed down and done his best not to hurt Jaejoong? Yes. Is he aware of this? Yes. (Just FYI: this was not just one person who was concerned about the last chapter; I don't want anyone to think that I'm spotlighting them. If it had just been one person, I wouldn't have said anything.)
Okay, now enjoy romantic fluffy stuff.
Yunho stretches, the content feeling in his body flowing away when he realizes he is alone in bed, and his beautiful young lover is nowhere to be seen. Did Jaejoong leave? Had he been too rough and scared the boy away? He will not blame the boy at all if he did leave.
And then he hears movement and smells coffee, and he smiles. After another stretch, he gets up and goes to the bathroom. The towels Yunho remembers throwing on the floor are hung up on the racks, and Jaejoong’s toiletries are lined up along the edge of the counter. Yunho fingers the toothbrush, pondering his reflection in the mirror. What will Jaejoong expect now that he has what he wanted?
What does Yunho expect? What does he want?
Yunho isn’t sure, but the thought of a domestic Jaejoong in his kitchen every morning makes his chest tighten with feelings he hasn’t had in at least fifteen years. Maybe even longer. Probably before the kid was even born.
Yunho hates sharing his space, but here, with the obvious sign that he had a bed partner, makes him glow in contentment. He scowls at himself and splashes water on his face to wake himself up more. His body is sore, and he looks for his pain medicine and can’t find it. Damn that kid. He huffs for a moment, and then smirks, opens the medicine cabinet and sees the bottle.
Right where it belongs.
Yunho smiles and pops two pills into his mouth. It’s not often that he has amazing sex two nights in a row, though last night was much better than the night with Yoochun, and Yunho can feel it in his muscles. He makes another face, because what if Jaejoong is expecting another round this early in the morning? Yunho isn’t so old that he can’t get it up when he wants to, but it takes longer for his body to recover than it used to. And Jaejoong is young: there’s not much of a chance that a middle-aged high school professor can keep up with him or keep him sufficiently sexually satisfied.
Yunho tries not to think about that and goes to his closet and pulls on a pair of loose fitting track pants and a tight, white t-shirt.
Before he’s even halfway down the hall, he can smell something cooking, and his heart and stomach fall for Jaejoong a little more.
When he enters the kitchen, he has to stop and ponder the paradox standing in his kitchen. This Jaejoong looks much older than the one who Yunho defiled the night before. Maybe it’s because of the situation, Yunho isn’t sure. But there is a man in his kitchen instead of a boy.
Yunho blames the outfit. Or lack thereof.
Jaejoong is wearing one of his hoodies, and he fills out the shoulders nicely. The sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, showing off muscles in his forearms. The hem is sitting at the slight curve of ass covered in just black boxers. Pale strong thighs flow down to calf muscles and bare feet.
Yunho’s cock is filling as he drinks in the beautiful sight of messy hair and a dark purple bruise on his neck, and then he’s behind Jaejoong, arms around his slim waist, lips against that mark. Jaejoong even feels taller, with the top of his head right at Yunho’s eyes, and maybe it’s because Jaejoong spent too much time on his back yesterday, but is it possible that Jaejoong grew three inches over night? He doubts it, and blames his perverted mind.
Jaejoong stiffens in his hold, just in surprise because he relaxes immediately and leans against him. “Morning, hyung.”
Yunho growls, but can’t exactly formulate words yet. The hoody is unzipped halfway, and Yunho reaches up to trail fingers along the curve of his pec muscle.
Jaejoong shivers and sets down his spatula. He turns in Yunho’s arms and doesn’t stop him from kissing him. But when he tries to shove his tongue in Jaejoong’s mouth, Jaejoong’s hands grip his chest and push lightly.
“If you make me burn your breakfast, I’ll be pissed, because there isn’t enough food in your house to make more.”
Yunho growls again, but steps away, hands on Jaejoong’s tiny waist, fingers rubbing his hipbones through the soft, cotton boxers. “Fine. But hurry up. I’m not really hungry for food.”
Jaejoong looks down his body and swallows. The flash of insecurity brings the boy back, but then he disappears again when Jaejoong reaches out and grips the tent in Yunho’s pants, stroking slowly, sinfully, teasing, and Yunho whimpers and tries to kiss him again.
Jaejoong laughs and turns his head and Yunho kisses his neck. “Go sit down, ajusshi.”
Yunho laps at his rim of his pierced ear for a moment, enjoying Jaejoong’s shivers, and then kisses just below his ear and finally moves away.
Jaejoong’s phone rings on the counter, and Jaejoong glares at it, but doesn’t go to answer it. It rings again, and curious, Yunho goes to it and sees that it says “Tall Twin ♥” as the caller ID.
Kim Junho is taller than his brother.
“Are you going to answer it?”
“No,” Jaejoong snaps.
“What’s going on, Jaejoong?”
“Nothing, Prof-hyung. Just ... nothing.”
The phone rings again, this time with “Evil Maknae ♥”, and Jaejoong sighs, and answers it.
“What? ... No, Minnie-ah, I’m fine. ... Well, ask Junho why I left ... I’m fine. ... Where am I?” Jaejoong stops and meets Yunho’s eyes.
Yunho shrugs. He doesn’t want a lot of people to know about this, but it is Changmin, Jaejoong’s best friend. Hell, he’ll probably take one look at Jaejoong and come to his own conclusions anyway, smart little bastard.
“You can’t tell anyone ... I know ... but ... yes, I did and ...” Jaejoong cheeks go bright pink. “Shut up, dongsaeng, I am not giving you details. ... Shut up, you porn loving freak.”
Yunho chuckles.
“I’m fine ... just ... I don’t want to go back. Not after ... Junho said he’d rape me, and then he tried, so yeah, no way. ... I know your mom hates me but ... okay. Call me later.”
Yunho waits a couple minutes after the call ends, but Jaejoong says nothing and keeps turned toward the stove, flipping the omelet in a pan that Yunho does not remember buying.
Jaejoong shrugs. “I ...” He takes a deep breath. “After dad ... left. Died. Whatever. Not like he was really ever there, but ... Mom, just couldn’t make rent, and she’s staying with my aunt, and my sisters, I don’t know where they all are, but when I told Junsu, he said I could live with them, and his mom and dad love me, and well, so does his brother apparently, and yesterday, I ... I told him no, but he said it was payment for letting me stay and that I owed him, and he’d take it from me if I wouldn’t give it to him, and I left and called you and yeah. Changmin’s going to ask his mom if I can stay with them until Changmin goes to Japan.”
“Well, today,” Yunho starts carefully, “I’m not exactly completely done with you, so if you want to stay here, you can.”
Jaejoong looks over his shoulder, eyes wide with hurt, and then turns back to the stove. “Not much different than Junho,” he mutters.
Yunho is on his feet in a second, and turning Jaejoong in his arms. “I didn’t meant it like that. You can walk around naked and not touch me again, and I’ll still let you stay here for as long as you need.”
Jaejoong’s eyes are wide and they shut, letting tears fall, and Yunho pulls him close to hug him tightly.
“Do you know what I told the doorman to let you in?”
Jaejoong shakes his head.
“I told him that you were my sister’s nephew, on the other side, who needed to get away from an abusive family. I told him that I wasn’t sure how long you were going to be staying here and he said he’d arrange to have a key made for you and let the other doormen know. You don’t have to do anything with me to pay me back; hell, this is the cleanest this place has ever been so if you feel like you need to do something, then keep cleaning and cooking. I have another bedroom and you can make that one yours. I don’t expect anything from you.”
Jaejoong pulls away from his neck and pouts.
Yunho smiles and runs his finger over the lip piercing. “That doesn’t meant I don’t want anything from you. You are beautiful, and if you want, you can let me have your attention and your kisses, and you can sleep in my bed and make me the happiest man in the world.”
Jaejoong looks away, eyes shut. He shifts, and Yunho lets him go, watching as he flips the omelet one more time before reaching for a plate.
Yunho isn’t quite sure what made him say that, but he knows it’s true. Being with Jaejoong will make him very happy.
“Look, Jaejoong-ah, it’s not like we’re strangers. I know you better than I know any of my students, and you definitely know more about me than any of my students ever had. Sure, there are some things we don’t know about each other, because of the teacher student relationship, but we can learn. You need a safe place to stay and a quiet place to study. I’m offering, but if you don’t want to, then you don’t have to. I won’t force you to stay or force you to do anything if you do stay.”
Jaejoong nods. “I’ll ... I’ll think about it, hyung.” He brings over two plates with an omelet, some kimchi, and lots of sauteed vegetables.
Yunho starts eating right away, only pausing long enough to say “This is so good,” and eats the rest of the divine meal that tastes like it was made in heaven. Well, it was made by an angel.
When Yunho is done eating, he takes his plate to the sink, and he washes the dishes, just because he feels bad that Jaejoong is cleaning up after him. It’s been easy to fall into bad habits since he has been living alone for more than fifteen years. Jaejoong brings over his empty plate, and Yunho quickly kisses his cheek before he can move away. He blushes, and smiles, and then hurries from the kitchen.
Yunho finishes the dishes, and heads to the living room. Jaejoong is curled up on an armchair, a heavy book in his lap. Yunho recognizes it as an older copy of “Ancient Korean Dynasties”.
“Where are the papers that were on the coffee table?”
“In your briefcase,” Jaejoong says without looking up and adds under his breath, “You know, where they belong.”
“Where’s my briefcase?”
"Where is belongs.”
Yunho waits for a moment for Jaejoong to clarify, and then with a smile and an eye roll, he goes to the closet. He retrieves his briefcase and sits on the floor, back against the couch. There is a desk in the guest bedroom, but Yunho does not like using it. The coffee table is a perfect height for his arms and papers.
Yunho grades papers. Jaejoong reads. A familiar situation with them that usually takes place in Yunho’s classroom after school. But completely different because Jaejoong is not his student anymore. He has no idea how to act around the teenager who is more mature and has been through more shit in his short life than Yunho can even imagine.
“Jaejoong-ah,” Yunho says about an later, and Jaejoong jumps, startled at the noise that breaks the silence. “I’m not your teacher anymore, and you’re an adult, so if I revert back to treating you like a student, or a child, smack me or something, okay?”
Jaejoong looks at the book, bites his lip, and nods.
“Since you have told me more than once that there is no food in this house, I should probably go buy some, huh? Do you want to come with me? There’s a really good market just a street away.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widen, and then he snaps, “You live that close to a market and you eat like a single, twenty-five year old man?”
Yunho laughs. “Yes, well, I’ve been single pretty consistently since I was about twenty-five, and I’ve never had a wife to cook for me.”
“Did you just call me your wife?”
Yunho laughs and shakes his head. “Pretty as you are, Jaejoong, you are too outspoken and stubborn to be anyone’s wife.”
---R---U---S---H---
Jaejoong looks at himself in the mirror one more time, turning and running his hands down his sides. He feels incredibly exposed, but he also feels really sexy, and he hopes that Yunho likes his outfit. He is wearing a tight black shirt, long sleeved to hide the marks on his wrists, but low cut that does nothing to hide the hickys on his neck and chest. And the piercing in his nipple and stomach are both very visible. The skinny jeans are almost painted on his legs and he knows the boots he wore the day before will look great with the entire black outfit. His own coat won’t match, but in the closet there is a heavy coat with a fur cuff around the hood that Jaejoong is sure Yunho-hyung will let him borrow.
Jaejoong’s heart is fluttering, and he’s nervous and unsure. He isn’t really sure what Yunho-hyung expects from him, but it is nice to have somewhere to stay for another night and not have to worry about when he is going to eat again. He knows he should call Junsu at least, but he does not want to talk to either twin at the moment.
If he stays with Yunho-hyung, he will have to go get the rest of his things from their house. And he most definitely does not want to explain to their mom why he no longer wants to stay there or where he is staying instead.
With one more deep breath, Jaejoong leaves the bathroom.
Yunho-hyung is in the middle of the bedroom, slipping a sweater over his upper body. He’s wearing blue jeans, and when his head pops out of the neck, he looks immediately at Jaejoong and his eyes widen and his mouth opens.
Jaejoong sucks on his piercing and pulls at the bottom of the shirt, shoulders rolling with the effort to stay calm.
Yunho-hyung walks to him in a second, hands on his waist and steals a kiss.
Steals? Yeah, like Jaejoong didn’t want one to begin with, and now that their mouths are together, Jaejoong wants more than one. Their tongues touch and Jaejoong’s hands slide under the sweater, over his stomach and up the line of hair on his chest.
“I don’t need to eat as long as I get to kiss you,” Yunho-hyung whispers against his lips.
Jaejoong feels the blush on his cheek, but he pulls away from the squiggly feeling in his gut. He smacks Yunho-hyung’s shoulder with his palm. “Yah, hyung!”
Yunho-hyung chuckles and his finger trails over the deep purple mark on his neck. “Even though I love it, you need a scarf to cover that up.”
“May I borrow one?”
“Of course,” Yunho-hyung kisses him one more time. “Let’s go, before I toss you on that bed and see how difficult it will be to peel those jeans off you.”
It’s tempting, but Jaejoong knows he’ll regret it come dinner time if he doesn’t take this opportunity to go shopping.
The shopping trip is liberating and frustrating at once. Yunho-hyung doesn’t care what he buys and has no opinion on what he likes to eat. He trails after Jaejoong with the cart and says nothing on the amount of food Jaejoong tosses into the cart. Each item is accompanied by a blush, because Jaejoong definitely has more than enough food for dinner, and more than enough food for the rest of the weekend. And maybe Monday and Tuesday, too.
Jaejoong is confused on the way home, sharing the burden of the grocery bags with his hyung. If the food is anything to go by, he’s committed to staying for awhile. Is that what Yunho-hyung thinks, that this means he’s staying?
But Jaejoong can’t say he’s not staying, because he might, and just in case he does, he wants the food.
Jaejoong doesn’t know what to do or what to say when they get back to the apartment. He sets the bags on the counter and then heads back to the front door to remove his borrowed scarf and coat. He picks up Yunho-hyung’s coat from the back of the couch on the way and rolls his eyes at his hyung before putting them in the closet.
Yunho-hyung chuckles. “You can’t fix my bad habits in a day.”
“A week?” Jaejoong asks wondering if Yunho-hyung will pick up on the meaning.
Yunho tilts his head and is silent, so yeah, he understands.
Jaejoong swallows as his stomach flutters with nerves.
“No,” Yunho-hyung whispers. “Maybe a month, or a year. Forty-one years of leaving my socks on the floor may take four or five years to fix.”
Jaejoong scoffs. “I don’t see myself picking up after you for the next four or five years, hyung. You’ll drive me crazy.”
Yunho-hyung smiles. “A week then?”
Jaejoong sucks his lip into his mouth. “M-maybe.”
“Okay. I need to get these papers done so I can enter final grades on Monday.”
“A-are you hungry?”
“Not really. But I am going to make myself some tea. Do you want some?”
“Yes, please.”
Yunho-hyung smiles and goes back into the kitchen. Jaejoong takes a deep breath and sits in the armchair. He puts the heavy history book on the arm of the chair and pulls out his phone. There is a text message from Junsu, and five from Junho, and one from Changmin. He opens the one from Junsu first.
Butt Twin ♥: Dude. Where are you? Just let me know you’re okay.
Smartest hyung: I’m okay. Tell your horny brother to stop bothering me. I’m not interested.
Butt Twin ♥: :( I’m sorry, hyung. I didn’t know that he ... well, yeah.
Smartest hyung: It’s okay. I’m not really mad anymore; I just don’t want to see him right now. We’ll go out Monday, okay? Lunch?
Butt Twin ♥: Yeah, okay.
Jaejoong erases Junho’s texts without reading them, and then he opens Changmin’s.
Evil Maknae ♥: Mom says no. I’ll keep talking to her.
Smartest hyung: It’s okay. I’m going to stay at Yunho’s for a few days. Don’t run your mouth about it though.
Evil Maknae ♥: Fine, but I’m totally jerking off to thoughts of him fucking you.
Smartest hyung: I hate you. I am going to punch you so hard the next time I see you.
Evil Maknae ♥: Go for it, hyung. I haven’t laughed at you in a couple days.
Smartest hyung: Really really hate you
“Why are you frowning?” Yunho-hyung asks.
Jaejoong glances up and takes the tea cup with a thanks. “Just Changmin being a dick.”
“Snarky teenager. I could have sworn that you two were--”
“Oh god hyung, no way! He’s like my little brother, and he eats too much and he watches way too much porn.”
“Not really anything wrong with either of those.”
Jaejoong bites his lip, and Yunho-hyung moans. In the next moment, his cup of tea is on the side table and he is kneeling between Jaejoong’s legs. He hands run up Jaejoong’s thighs before taking Jaejoong’s tea cup and putting it next to his.
“Sorry,” Yunho-hyung says. “You are irresistable.”
Jaejoong swallows. “Y-you have papers to grade, hyung.”
“Five minutes,” he whispers and tilts his head up.
Jaejoong smiles and lets his phone fall to floor. He leans forward and swallows Yunho-hyung’s smile in a kiss. It’s a slow, open-mouth kiss that has Jaejoong’s head spinning. His hyung’s arms wrap around his waist, pulling him away from the chair. Jaejoong leans back, and Yunho-hyung follows, not releasing his lips. His legs are twisted funny, so Jaejoong lifts them, socked-feet hooking at the small of his hyung’s back.
Yunho-hyung moans. “God, I love this shirt.” He pushes it up, baring Jaejoong’s stomach. “I can’t believe what I’ve been missing having to stare at you in school uniforms for three years.” He licks his lips and drops his head to Jaejoong’s navel to play with the piercing. Jaejoong’s hands land in his hair, tugging as the sensations twist pleasure through his groin.
Yunho-hyung moves his head higher, bunching Jaejoong’s shirt to his armpits. His mouth closes over the nipple ring, but that one still hurts from last night. It received a lot more attention than his navel ring. Jaejoong tugs on his hair with a whine, and Yunho-hyung lifts his head. His eyes are dark with want, and Jaejoong’s breath catches in his throat. How can he be sexy enough to make someone, anyone look like that, let alone his teacher?
Jaejoong pulls up and Yunho-hyung follows the direction, pressing him into the chair and forcing a tongue reaching kiss to his lips. Jaejoong’s legs wrap tightly around his waist, and Yunho-hyung rolls his hips down and pulls a deep moan from Jaejoong’s throat.
“Hyung,” Jaejoong says, the noise muffled. He turns his head and Yunho-hyung’s kisses fall to his neck, hips still rocking slowly. “Hyung. Papers.”
Yunho-hyung groans in disbelief. “I can grade them later.”
“Hyung, no, just ...”
Yunho-hyung’s knees hit the floor and he pulls away from Jaejoong and pouts.
Jaejoong laughs. “Oh my god, are you pouting at me?”
“Yes. I want you.”
“Too bad my pout works better than yours. Seriously, hyung, how old are you again?”
“But Joongie!”
Even as his chest flutters at the pet name, Jaejoong rolls his eyes at Yunho’s ridiculous face. He sits up, but still has his legs around Yunho, so it pulls their bodies together. He puts his hands on Yunho’s cheeks and smushes the exaggerated pout into a fish-face. “I’m still fucking sore, and you have papers to grade.”
Yunho-hyung tries the pout again, but Jaejoong only raises a single eyebrow, something he’d seen Professor Jung do to a complaining student. It works, because Yunho-hyung frowns and crosses his arms.
“Fine,” he says, and runs his hands over Jaejoong’s inner thighs, “but just know that it has not been five minutes, and I was only going to give you a blowjob to try make up for hurting you yesterday. I really didn’t mean to be so rough.” He pouts again, and Jaejoong’s heart melts just a little more.
“I know, hyung. Stop apologizing. Yes, it hurt, but it’s what I wanted. I told you that I don’t regret it at all.”
“Okay, but please, let me apologize with my mouth. Think I could make you come in less than five minutes with my mouth wrapped around your dick?”
Jaejoong groans, hips rising into Yunho-hyung’s firm touches on his thighs.
“Well?”
Jaejoong bites his lips, mind still warring with itself over what to do, and what this will mean. Does this mean he’s staying? Does this mean Yunho wants him more than just a virgin ass to fuck? But his cock is throbbing, and that’s making it hard to think straight.
Yunho-hyung’s fingers trace up the inseams of his jeans, over the bulge of his erection, and walk up the zipper, pausing at the button of his jeans.
With a deep swallow, Jaejoong nods. “Yes, please, hyung, please.”
“Please what?”
Jaejoong’s cheeks burn, but he manages to say, “Please suck on me. Make me come in your mouth.”
Firm fingers practically rip the button open and yank down the zipper. Again, Jaejoong isn’t wearing underwear, because the pants are too tight. Yunho-hyung grabs his hard cock and pumps it a few times before leaning forward to lick base to tip. Jaejoong slides down the chair further, trying to spread his legs.
“When did you get all these piercings?” Yunho asks, thumb rubbing over the dydoe. “And how? Don’t you have to be eighteen?”
Jaejoong smiles through the pleasure waving around his head. “One of my noona’s boyfriends had a studio and he was more than willing to shove sharp things into my skin and watch me squirm.”
Yunho-hyung frowns, but Jaejoong doesn’t want to talk about it. He lifts his hips with a moan. “Hyung, please.”
“I hate that someone else has touched your dick,” Yunho-hyung says and leans forward. His lips part wetly and press against the pierced ridge.
“Hyung,” he whines. “So long ... months ago, please, please.”
“How long ago?”
“L-last summer. He ... fuck ... wanted me, but I told him no, and it was the only way to get what we both wanted, because I wanted my dick pierced and he wanted to touch me. My sister almost killed him when she walked in and saw what he was doing, so I got what I wanted, and he didn’t. Now suck on me, damn it.”
His hyung chuckles and licks around the soft crown. Jaejoong moans, eyes barely open enough to see the movement. But he can feel the wet glide over the sensitive skin. He leans his head back on the chair and grips the arms as Yunho-hyung takes the length of his cock into his mouth. The slide is intense, and slow, his mouth tightening on the head, and then everything clamping down with a strong suck, lips scraping the shaft, all the way to the base. His hands slide up and down Jaejoong’s torso, from hips to nipples, tugging on the piercings in between.
With each trip into Yunho-hyung’s mouth, Jaejoong whimpers and his hips rise. He tries to speed up, but Yunho-hyung glares up at him and uses his hands to pin his hips to the chair.
“Fuck, hyung, fuck.”
Yunho-hyung smirks around his cock and sucks the head roughly and slams his mouth down.
Jaejoong cries out, hands falling to his hyung’s head and tangling in his hair. He tries to buck up again, but Yunho-hyung’s grip is too tight. He bobs his head faster, twisting his mouth and his tongue over the ridge. His entire body is stiff, and the ache from the night before is back, but it’s a pulsing need, not just pain, and Jaejoong wonders for a moment what it would be like to have something in his ass while his hyung is sucking on his dick. He vaguely remembers his hyung saying something like that last night, and he thrashes just from the images, orgasm twisting through his skin and stomach.
“Hyung, oh god, hyung!”
Jaejoong whimpers, panting, as his cock hardens, fills with his release and then explodes, filling Yunho-hyung’s throat and mouth. He feels his hyung gag, and then swallow while slowing his movements. Jaejoong’s brain is well-pleasured mush and his skin feels like it’s on fire. Yunho-hyung carefully rolls his cock around his mouth, sucks lightly at the head, and releases him.
Lips press against his stomach and a hot tongue laps at his navel piercing.
“I’m pretty sure that was less than five minutes,” Yunho whispers, voice deep and slightly rough.
Jaejoong whines.
Yunho-hyung chuckles and uses Jaejoong’s thighs to lift himself off the floor. Lips press against his for a moment, and Jaejoong manages to get a hand to the back of his hyung’s hair and hold him steady enough to chase the taste of himself on Yunho-hyung’s tongue.
But the kiss is short and Jaejoong whines when his hyung pulls away and stands up. He pouts deeply, and Yunho-hyung smiles. “You are better at pouting than me, but nope,” he says, picks up his cooled tea and sips at it. “I have papers to grade.” He turns and sits back at the coffee table.
Jaejoong huffs in annoyance. “But I want more.”
“You’re still sore, remember? I don’t want to hurt you again. No matter how many times you forgive me, I’ll still feel bad about being so rough with you for your first time.” Their eyes meet, and Jaejoong bites his lip and plays with the piercing with his tongue.
Yunho-hyung is right. He is really sore, and even just having fingers inside of him right now will probably hurt.
“Okay,” Jaejoong says. “But later?”
Yunho-hyung smiles. “Later. Definitely.”
With a sigh, Jaejoong sucks his stomach in again and carefully buttons and zips his jeans over his still-painfully-hard cock. He takes the heavy textbook, picks up his cup of tea, and goes to the couch. He sits close enough that his knee is pressed against Yunho-hyung’s shoulder.
He can feel his cheeks heating up even before he says what he wants to say, but it’s easier since Yunho-hyung isn’t looking at him. “Can I ask you a personal question, hyung?”
He smiles softly and nods. “Always.”
“Do you own any dildos?”
Yunho-hyung snorts, but doesn’t turn his head as he answers. “Why?”
“I was wondering what it would feel like to have something in my ass while you sucked on my cock.”
Yunho-hyung chokes on a swallow of tea, and it takes him a minute before saying, “You want to find out?”
“Maybe later.”
Yunho-hyung finally looks over at him, pondering him for a moment before he smiles. “Maybe later.”
“Grade papers,” Jaejoong says and focuses his attention on the history book. His hyung laughs, but turns back to the pile of papers in front of him. He shifts to the side, enough to lay his left arm over Jaejoong’s legs, and it puts his head in the perfect spot for Jaejoong to run his fingers through his hyung’s hair.
“Distracting,” Yunho-hyung says after about five minutes.
Jaejoong hums and sips at his tea. “Tell me to stop.”
Yunho-hyung smiles. “Pull harder.”
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6 months later ...
“Good luck in Japan, Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong says, trying to fight back his tears.
Changmin rolls his eyes. “Ganbatte. That’s good luck in Japanese.”
“You only know that because of Japanese porn.”
“So? It’s called studying the language in a natural setting.”
Jaejoong laughs.
Changmin’s gaze slides past him, and Jaejoong knows he’s looking at Yunho, who agreed to give them space to say goodbye.
“I can’t believe you’re living with him.”
Jaejoong smiles. “You say that every week.”
“And I’ll keep saying it, because it’s insane. You do know how old he is, right?”
“Forty-two. Aren’t you supposed to be the smart one?”
Changmin looks at him seriously.
“Dongsaeng, I’m fine. We’re fine.” Jaejoong tries not to smile with hearts in his eyes. “He said he loved me yesterday.”
“Did he say it during sex? Because if he did, it doesn’t count.”
“Yes, he did, but then he said it right after, and then he said it again last night after dinner, and this morning. We know it’s insane.”
“Did you say it back?”
“Again, aren’t you supposed to be the smart one?”
“Hyung, I’m serious.”
“So am I. I love him. He loves me.”
“He better,” Changmin says, and louder he adds, “or I’m going to implement some ancient Korean torture devices on him. Remember that unscheduled lesson, Professor? You’ll regret telling us about it if you hurt him.”
Jaejoong tries to punch Changmin’s arm, but he catches it and pulls Jaejoong into a tight hug. “I’ll miss you, hyung.”
“I’ll miss you, too, Minnie-ah. Call me. All the time.”
“I will. Unless I’m having sex. I won’t call you during sex.”
“Thank god.”
Changmin breaks away with a laugh. “Ah, the entourage. Late as always”
“Shut up,” Kyuhyun snaps as he, the KimTwins, and Minho come closer. “Junho can’t drive for shilt.”
“There was traffic!”
Jaejoong backs away from Changmin as they congregate around him. Strong arms wrap around his waist and Yunho rests his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder.
“Love you, Joongie,” he whispers.
Jaejoong smiles widely and turns his head just enough to get a kiss to his lip piercing. “I love you, too.”
“You okay?” he asks.
Jaejoong shakes his head. “Not really. I haven’t gone more than a day or two without seeing him for almost three years. He’s my best friend.”
“I know. But it’s just for the semester. He’ll be back to annoy you before you know it.”
Jaejoong smiles. “Yeah. Luckily until then, I have you to annoy me. Did you do the dishes?”
He feels Yunho wince.
Jaejoong rolls his eyes. “Typical.”
“Yes, but even more typical, when we get home, I can make you forget we even have dishes.”
Jaejoong wants to be mad at him, but he’s so terribly right, and right there in the crowded airport, his cock twitches in his jeans, and he wonders if Yunho has fantasies about fucking him in a public bathroom. They’ve done most of his other sexual fantasies, well, except for Yunho fucking him at school. He doesn’t want his lover to lose his job. But maybe it’s time to add new fantasies to their list of exploits.
“Hyung?” Jaejoong whispers, fighting a blush. He’s still sometimes embarrassed to ask for something sexual, which is okay, since Yunho has said on more than one occasion that his embarrassment and innocence is what makes it hot.
“Huh?”
“Can you make me forget we even have dishes before we get out of this airport?”
Yunho groans, lips pressing against his neck. “Just when I think I’m sure I can survive you. Think Changmin will mind if we slip away before his flight leaves?”
“For sex? He’ll cheer us on.”
Yunho grabs his wrist and starts walking away quickly.
Changmin calls his name, and Jaejoong smirks over his shoulder. Changmin rolls his eyes, but blows him a kiss. “Ganbatte, hyung!”
Laughing, Jaejoong returns the air kiss and lets his older, gorgeous, horny lover drag him across the slippery floor.
Part 5: Everybody Hurts
Part 4: Hot For Teacher
Part 3: Sex You Up
Part 2: Under My Skin
Part 1: Ready or Not
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