Don't Hate Me 2/5?
Title: Don't Hate Me 2/5?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits, Junsu/Yoochun, Junho/Yunho
Rating: eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Damn it.
Warnings: ... um, possible incest and a tiny bit of pedophilia if you really want to think of it that way
Summary: Senior year of high school, Jaejoong's mom gets married. But a new, quiet step-brother isn't going to distract Jaejoong from what's important. Right?
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
Jaejoong was half way to school before he realized that he hadn’t woken Changmin up. He cursed, contemplated going back, but called Changmin’s cell phone first.
A mumbled hello sounded through the phone.
“Changmin?”
“Hm.”
“You need to wake up. I’m sorry I left before I made sure-“
“Oh, shit,” Changmin shouted.
“I’m sorry-“
“No, it’s … I forgot to set my alarm and I was going to walk with you and-”
Changmin wanted to walk to school with him?
Jae cleared his throat. “Don’t be late.”
“I won’t.”
Jaejoong hung up without saying goodbye.
Changmin wanted to walk to school with him.
Jae went straight to the library and plopped down next to Yoochun on a couch. He didn’t bother opening his books, just laid his head in Yoochun’s lap, eyes shut and tried not to think about Changmin.
“Hey, you alright?” Yoochun asked after a moment.
“Yes.”
“You lie.”
“If you knew the answer, then why did you ask?”
“Are you going to tell me why?”
Jaejoong scoffed. “Meet me on the roof at lunch.”
He felt Yoochun cock jerk in his pants. “One of these days I’m going to say no to you.”
Jae smiled, eyes still shut. “One of these days.”
[o]
Yoochun was smoking a cigarette when Jaejoong came on the roof. He threw the bolt on the door. Yoochun turned at the clang of metal and smiled. He was already hard.
“Fuck,” Jae muttered, and stalked forward. He kissed Yoochun, and Yoochun gasped out an exhale of smoke into Jae’s mouth. Jae inhaled, and then pulled away he took Yoochun’s cigarette and took a long, heavy drag.
“Is this going to be emotional sex?” Yoochun asked as Jae bit on his neck, the smoke twisting around their faces.
“Does that matter?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Not really, but you do know you’re going to have to talk to me about it?”
Jae rocked their hips together. “You want to talk right now?”
Yoochun moaned and then they started undressing each other, school jackets white shirts ties, falling off muscled shoulders and creamy skin. Hands unbuckled pants. They’d done this so often on this roof over the last four years, that they had undressing each other down to an art.
What would it be like to undress Changmin? Jae wondered as Yoochun’s pushed pants and boxers down his thighs.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to top or bottom, but I’m not sure I have a choice today,” Yoochun muttered and then smiled and a moment later he was on his knees.
Jae leaned his head back as Yoochun’s wet mouth wrapped around his cock. It was a quick sucking, only meant to lube up Jaejoong’s cock. Yoochun let him go, and twisted around. He shimmied until his clothes were past his knees. And then he wiggled his ass and smirked over his shoulder at Jae.
Jae groaned, fell to his knees and pushed two barely slick fingers into Yoochun’s body.
“No time,” Yoochun said around a deep moan. “Fuck me, Jae.” His hand was already stroking his cock.
Jae pulled his fingers out, and then held his cock against Yoochun’s hole. “You’re seriously the pushiest,” he pressed in, and Yoochun cried out, “neediest,” another thrust, and cry, “bottom I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking,” Jaejoong said.
“You love me.”
“Most days.” And Jaejoong fucked him, hard quick and messy.
“Fuck, Jae,” Yoochun met each of his thrusts, biting his lip to keep from moaning and screaming too loud.
Would Changmin bite his lip? Would he squirm, and moan and- Jae shook the thoughts of Changmin out of his mind. Or his tried to, but he kept thinking of the sounds of his new younger brother. And that gasp in the dark hallway.
Jae came, and Yoochun moaned beneath him, hand speeding even faster on his cock. Jae tried to keep moving for him. He hadn’t come before Yoochun in such a long time, but only a moment later, his body shook and twitched and his come covered the concrete. Jae sat back on his knees and Yoochun lowered his upper body to his arms as they recovered.
“If you use my shirt to clean yourself off, I’m going to be pissed.”
Jae laughed and used his own shirt to wipe himself off. He tossed it to Yoochun. “I have another one in my gym locker.”
Yoochun cleaned himself up. They dressed, sort of. Yoochun only threw his shirt over his shoulders. Jae lay on the ground, using his jacket as a pillow. Yoochun leaned down and kissed him, and then replaced his lips with a cigarette. He lit it and then lay next to him.
Jae took his hand.
“Alright, now you’re worrying me with the handholding. Wanna tell me either what is wrong, or who you were thinking about that made you come so fast?”
Jae looked away quickly. “I hate that you know me so well.”
“At least you didn’t call me ‘Yunho’ this time.”
Jae slugged him. “You promised you’d stop bringing that up.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Who is it?”
“I stood outside his bedroom door and listened to Changmin jerk off last night.”
Yoochun sat up and stared down at him. “Well, that I was not expecting.”
Jae sighed. “And then he caught me in the bathroom trying to calm down, and then he actually looked at my cock and-”
“And you ran away. Got it. And now?”
Jae shrugged. “I haven’t seen him today.”
“You know … technically, he’s not really your brother.”
“Fuck off, he’s fourteen.”
The bell rang.
Yoochun lit another cigarette. “You wanna ditch the rest of classes?”
“No. We need to study.”
He took a couple more drags. “Do you like him then?”
Jae met Yoochun’s eyes. “I don’t even know him. We’ve had one real conversation and that was yesterday when I taught him how to make dokkbokki.” Jae snorted.
“What?”
“He said that dying from good food was the best way to go, and I told him I’d rather go mid-orgasm. You should have seen him blush.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Give me a drag.”
“Where are yours?” he asked and handed it to Jaejoong.
“I ran out, and then …” He sighed. “I hid in my room all day so I wouldn’t have to see Changmin.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Yeah. You like him.”
“He’s my brother and he’s fourteen and-”
“He’s tall. And he’s cute, and he’s smart.”
“Fuck off.”
Yoochun flung the cigarette away. “Come on. Let’s go to class.”
[o]
Yoochun and Jaejoong were in the library at about six, quizzing each other on calculus terms. In the middle of a question, Yoochun stopped, looked over Jaejoong’s shoulder and smirked slowly.
“What?” Jae asked and turned around.
His eyes met wide brown ones, and Changmin smiled, a bit hesitantly at him.
Jae smiled, hoping it was nice, while his insides squirmed. It must have been nice, because Changmin’s smile grew and he headed over to their table.
“Fuck,” Jae whispered as he turned back to Yoochun.
Yoochun sang, “You like him.”
“Shut up.”
“Hi-hi, hy-hyung,” Changmin said.
“Hey, Changmin. Have a seat.”
Changmin sat down. Yoochun kicked Jaejoong under the table.
“Oh, um. Changmin, this is Yoochun, my best friend.”
Changmin swallowed, and then bowed his head and said hello. “What are you studying?”
“Calculus,” Jaejoong said, and then rolled his eyes at the smile on Changmin’s face. “Please don’t tell me you enjoy calculus?”
He blushed and looked down.
Yoochun smiled. “Shut up, Jaejoong, just because you can’t understand it doesn’t mean we’re all stupid.” He turned to Changmin. “He doesn’t understand it at all.”
“It makes no sense,” Jae muttered.
Yoochun nudged him under the table. Jae met his eyes, and then raised an eyebrow in question. Yoochun rolled his eyes and then smiled at Changmin.
Ask Changmin for help? Fuck. Jae would never be able to concentrate.
“That was weird,” Changmin said.
“What?” Yoochun said innocently.
“The eye conversation. How long have you been friends?” Changmin asked.
“Elementary school,” Yoochun said. With a pointed look at Jaejoong, he rose and said, “I’m going to get snacks.”
After he left, and as silence fell between the two now-brothers, Jaejoong wished he’d come back. Jaejoong looked back at his text book, incredibly aware of his brother’s eyes boring into the side of his head.
“Do you hate me, hy-hyung?”
Jae looked up quickly. “Of course not, dongsaeng. I don’t even know anything about you. How could I hate you?”
“Do you think you’d hate me, like … if you found out something about me?”
“Who did you kill?” Jaejoong asked. He hoped it would clear the tension, but Changmin didn’t smile. He looked at the table.
“Look Changmin, unless you killed a little kid or think torturing animals is fun, I don’t think I could ever hate you.”
Against his better judgment, Jaejoong took Changmin’s chin between his fingers and made the boy meet his eyes. “I guess I should be all older brother and stuff,” Jaejoong said, “so if you want to talk about what is bothering you, go ahead.”
Changmin avoided his eyes.
Jae sighed and let his chin go.
Yoochun was suddenly there, dropping crisps and chocolate goodies in front of them. “Did you help him with his calculus, Changmin? Maybe being completely and utterly owned by a fourteen year old will get him to try harder.”
“Shut up, asshole.”
Yoochun pretended to be hurt. “My dearest friend, saying such things to me.”
“Sometimes I wonder why we’re still friends,” Jae replied.
“You like to suck my cock,” Yoochun said.
Jae flashed angry eyes at him. Next to him, Changmin went really still. There was no apology in Yoochun’s amused look.
“Fuck you.”
“You did that at lu-“
Jaejoong kicked him really hard under the table.
“Ow, what the fuck?”
“Shut up, asshole.”
“That’s the second time you’ve called me that in the last thirty seconds.”
“Well, you are one. Shut up.” Jae shot Yoochun an angry glare.
“What?” Yoochun asked, but his eyes said something like now he knows you don’t mind guys and Jaejoong cursed him.
“Do you guys do that a lot? The eye conversation thing?” Changmin asked.
“Yes,” Yoochun said. He dropped his voice and sent a smoldering look at Jaejoong. “We’re really close.”
Again, Changmin’s cheeks turned bright red.
Yoochun smiled in victory.
“Fuck off, Yoochun. Don’t you have to be somewhere right now?” Jaejoong kicked him again.
“Are you propositioning me again, JaeJae?”
“I swear if you say-”
“Um, h-hyung, I better go,” Changmin said, biting his lower lip.
Jae fought back a groan as his imagination let him bite down on that lower lip. “Why?”
“Stay,” Yoochun said, and stood up. “I did promise my brother I’d be home early today anyway. Seriously, help him. I’ve been explaining this same shit to him for months. Maybe you can do it better.”
Yoochun smacked Jaejoong on the shoulder. “Good luck.”
Jae growled, took a swing at him and missed. He ignored Changmin, as he turned back to the table. He did not need to see those cheeks tinged with red again. His own face was hot, and he knew he was probably blushing.
“So are you two-”
“No.”
“But-“
Jaejoong shifted and stared harder at his calculus book. “Yoochun and I are friends, Changmin. And sometimes friends need each other.”
“Hy-Hyung, are we f-friends?”
Jae flipped his head around so fast it almost hurt. Changmin met his eyes, face carefully blank. But his cheeks were still touched with red. Did he have any idea what that question implied? Or was it just said in innocence? He hadn’t been especially friendly with him. And Jaejoong realized that he knew nothing about him. Nothing about what he liked or didn’t like. Nothing about his mother or what he thought of his father’s marriage to a new woman.
Finally, he had to look away. “So, are you going to help me, genius brother of mine?”
Changmin cleared his throat. “Sure.”
An hour later, Jaejoong growled in frustration, and used it as an excuse to slide a few inches away from Changmin. Somehow, Changmin ended up so close to him that their legs pressed together, and he was leaning over Jaejoong’s paper, talking and explaining and licking his lower lip.
“Fuck it,” Jae growled. “I’ll take the social test instead. I hate this shit.”
“You’ll get it, hyung,” Changmin said. “You still have two months.”
Jaejoong started gathering his books. “I’m going home. You coming?”
Changmin swallowed, but nodded.
They walked home in silence. Jae didn’t know what to say anyway. He was content to look at the ground and ignore the boy next to him. The gorgeous, tall, smart boy with adorable eyes, a dazzling smile and-
“Fuck,” Jaejoong muttered.
Once home, Jaejoong threw his bag in the random direction of the couch, and then headed up the stairs.
“H-hyung?” Changmin whispered, but it echoed in the quiet house.
Jae stopped.
“I-I’m going to order take out, do want some?”
Jae shook his head. “Don’t. Let me relax for a half hour or so and then I’ll come make dinner.”
“But-“
“Mom told me to take care of you, Changmin. I’m going to.”
“Okay, hyung.”
Jae went to his room, locked the door and flung himself on his bed. Tingles shot up through his leg where Changmin had been pressed against him. At least he had his calculus issues as an excuse to be away from Changmin for a little while. He dared a glance at the door.
“Fuck it,” he muttered. He shucked off his school clothes, lay with legs spread and stroked his cock, quick, fast, trying so hard not to think of innocent, mismatched eyes, or red cheeks or longlonglonglonglong legs. For the second time that day, he came embarrassingly fast, back arching, toes curling into the blanket. And with Changmin’s name barely ghosting past his lips.
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits, Junsu/Yoochun, Junho/Yunho
Rating: eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Damn it.
Warnings: ... um, possible incest and a tiny bit of pedophilia if you really want to think of it that way
Summary: Senior year of high school, Jaejoong's mom gets married. But a new, quiet step-brother isn't going to distract Jaejoong from what's important. Right?
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
Jaejoong was half way to school before he realized that he hadn’t woken Changmin up. He cursed, contemplated going back, but called Changmin’s cell phone first.
A mumbled hello sounded through the phone.
“Changmin?”
“Hm.”
“You need to wake up. I’m sorry I left before I made sure-“
“Oh, shit,” Changmin shouted.
“I’m sorry-“
“No, it’s … I forgot to set my alarm and I was going to walk with you and-”
Changmin wanted to walk to school with him?
Jae cleared his throat. “Don’t be late.”
“I won’t.”
Jaejoong hung up without saying goodbye.
Changmin wanted to walk to school with him.
Jae went straight to the library and plopped down next to Yoochun on a couch. He didn’t bother opening his books, just laid his head in Yoochun’s lap, eyes shut and tried not to think about Changmin.
“Hey, you alright?” Yoochun asked after a moment.
“Yes.”
“You lie.”
“If you knew the answer, then why did you ask?”
“Are you going to tell me why?”
Jaejoong scoffed. “Meet me on the roof at lunch.”
He felt Yoochun cock jerk in his pants. “One of these days I’m going to say no to you.”
Jae smiled, eyes still shut. “One of these days.”
[o]
Yoochun was smoking a cigarette when Jaejoong came on the roof. He threw the bolt on the door. Yoochun turned at the clang of metal and smiled. He was already hard.
“Fuck,” Jae muttered, and stalked forward. He kissed Yoochun, and Yoochun gasped out an exhale of smoke into Jae’s mouth. Jae inhaled, and then pulled away he took Yoochun’s cigarette and took a long, heavy drag.
“Is this going to be emotional sex?” Yoochun asked as Jae bit on his neck, the smoke twisting around their faces.
“Does that matter?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Not really, but you do know you’re going to have to talk to me about it?”
Jae rocked their hips together. “You want to talk right now?”
Yoochun moaned and then they started undressing each other, school jackets white shirts ties, falling off muscled shoulders and creamy skin. Hands unbuckled pants. They’d done this so often on this roof over the last four years, that they had undressing each other down to an art.
What would it be like to undress Changmin? Jae wondered as Yoochun’s pushed pants and boxers down his thighs.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to top or bottom, but I’m not sure I have a choice today,” Yoochun muttered and then smiled and a moment later he was on his knees.
Jae leaned his head back as Yoochun’s wet mouth wrapped around his cock. It was a quick sucking, only meant to lube up Jaejoong’s cock. Yoochun let him go, and twisted around. He shimmied until his clothes were past his knees. And then he wiggled his ass and smirked over his shoulder at Jae.
Jae groaned, fell to his knees and pushed two barely slick fingers into Yoochun’s body.
“No time,” Yoochun said around a deep moan. “Fuck me, Jae.” His hand was already stroking his cock.
Jae pulled his fingers out, and then held his cock against Yoochun’s hole. “You’re seriously the pushiest,” he pressed in, and Yoochun cried out, “neediest,” another thrust, and cry, “bottom I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking,” Jaejoong said.
“You love me.”
“Most days.” And Jaejoong fucked him, hard quick and messy.
“Fuck, Jae,” Yoochun met each of his thrusts, biting his lip to keep from moaning and screaming too loud.
Would Changmin bite his lip? Would he squirm, and moan and- Jae shook the thoughts of Changmin out of his mind. Or his tried to, but he kept thinking of the sounds of his new younger brother. And that gasp in the dark hallway.
Jae came, and Yoochun moaned beneath him, hand speeding even faster on his cock. Jae tried to keep moving for him. He hadn’t come before Yoochun in such a long time, but only a moment later, his body shook and twitched and his come covered the concrete. Jae sat back on his knees and Yoochun lowered his upper body to his arms as they recovered.
“If you use my shirt to clean yourself off, I’m going to be pissed.”
Jae laughed and used his own shirt to wipe himself off. He tossed it to Yoochun. “I have another one in my gym locker.”
Yoochun cleaned himself up. They dressed, sort of. Yoochun only threw his shirt over his shoulders. Jae lay on the ground, using his jacket as a pillow. Yoochun leaned down and kissed him, and then replaced his lips with a cigarette. He lit it and then lay next to him.
Jae took his hand.
“Alright, now you’re worrying me with the handholding. Wanna tell me either what is wrong, or who you were thinking about that made you come so fast?”
Jae looked away quickly. “I hate that you know me so well.”
“At least you didn’t call me ‘Yunho’ this time.”
Jae slugged him. “You promised you’d stop bringing that up.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Who is it?”
“I stood outside his bedroom door and listened to Changmin jerk off last night.”
Yoochun sat up and stared down at him. “Well, that I was not expecting.”
Jae sighed. “And then he caught me in the bathroom trying to calm down, and then he actually looked at my cock and-”
“And you ran away. Got it. And now?”
Jae shrugged. “I haven’t seen him today.”
“You know … technically, he’s not really your brother.”
“Fuck off, he’s fourteen.”
The bell rang.
Yoochun lit another cigarette. “You wanna ditch the rest of classes?”
“No. We need to study.”
He took a couple more drags. “Do you like him then?”
Jae met Yoochun’s eyes. “I don’t even know him. We’ve had one real conversation and that was yesterday when I taught him how to make dokkbokki.” Jae snorted.
“What?”
“He said that dying from good food was the best way to go, and I told him I’d rather go mid-orgasm. You should have seen him blush.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Give me a drag.”
“Where are yours?” he asked and handed it to Jaejoong.
“I ran out, and then …” He sighed. “I hid in my room all day so I wouldn’t have to see Changmin.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Yeah. You like him.”
“He’s my brother and he’s fourteen and-”
“He’s tall. And he’s cute, and he’s smart.”
“Fuck off.”
Yoochun flung the cigarette away. “Come on. Let’s go to class.”
[o]
Yoochun and Jaejoong were in the library at about six, quizzing each other on calculus terms. In the middle of a question, Yoochun stopped, looked over Jaejoong’s shoulder and smirked slowly.
“What?” Jae asked and turned around.
His eyes met wide brown ones, and Changmin smiled, a bit hesitantly at him.
Jae smiled, hoping it was nice, while his insides squirmed. It must have been nice, because Changmin’s smile grew and he headed over to their table.
“Fuck,” Jae whispered as he turned back to Yoochun.
Yoochun sang, “You like him.”
“Shut up.”
“Hi-hi, hy-hyung,” Changmin said.
“Hey, Changmin. Have a seat.”
Changmin sat down. Yoochun kicked Jaejoong under the table.
“Oh, um. Changmin, this is Yoochun, my best friend.”
Changmin swallowed, and then bowed his head and said hello. “What are you studying?”
“Calculus,” Jaejoong said, and then rolled his eyes at the smile on Changmin’s face. “Please don’t tell me you enjoy calculus?”
He blushed and looked down.
Yoochun smiled. “Shut up, Jaejoong, just because you can’t understand it doesn’t mean we’re all stupid.” He turned to Changmin. “He doesn’t understand it at all.”
“It makes no sense,” Jae muttered.
Yoochun nudged him under the table. Jae met his eyes, and then raised an eyebrow in question. Yoochun rolled his eyes and then smiled at Changmin.
Ask Changmin for help? Fuck. Jae would never be able to concentrate.
“That was weird,” Changmin said.
“What?” Yoochun said innocently.
“The eye conversation. How long have you been friends?” Changmin asked.
“Elementary school,” Yoochun said. With a pointed look at Jaejoong, he rose and said, “I’m going to get snacks.”
After he left, and as silence fell between the two now-brothers, Jaejoong wished he’d come back. Jaejoong looked back at his text book, incredibly aware of his brother’s eyes boring into the side of his head.
“Do you hate me, hy-hyung?”
Jae looked up quickly. “Of course not, dongsaeng. I don’t even know anything about you. How could I hate you?”
“Do you think you’d hate me, like … if you found out something about me?”
“Who did you kill?” Jaejoong asked. He hoped it would clear the tension, but Changmin didn’t smile. He looked at the table.
“Look Changmin, unless you killed a little kid or think torturing animals is fun, I don’t think I could ever hate you.”
Against his better judgment, Jaejoong took Changmin’s chin between his fingers and made the boy meet his eyes. “I guess I should be all older brother and stuff,” Jaejoong said, “so if you want to talk about what is bothering you, go ahead.”
Changmin avoided his eyes.
Jae sighed and let his chin go.
Yoochun was suddenly there, dropping crisps and chocolate goodies in front of them. “Did you help him with his calculus, Changmin? Maybe being completely and utterly owned by a fourteen year old will get him to try harder.”
“Shut up, asshole.”
Yoochun pretended to be hurt. “My dearest friend, saying such things to me.”
“Sometimes I wonder why we’re still friends,” Jae replied.
“You like to suck my cock,” Yoochun said.
Jae flashed angry eyes at him. Next to him, Changmin went really still. There was no apology in Yoochun’s amused look.
“Fuck you.”
“You did that at lu-“
Jaejoong kicked him really hard under the table.
“Ow, what the fuck?”
“Shut up, asshole.”
“That’s the second time you’ve called me that in the last thirty seconds.”
“Well, you are one. Shut up.” Jae shot Yoochun an angry glare.
“What?” Yoochun asked, but his eyes said something like now he knows you don’t mind guys and Jaejoong cursed him.
“Do you guys do that a lot? The eye conversation thing?” Changmin asked.
“Yes,” Yoochun said. He dropped his voice and sent a smoldering look at Jaejoong. “We’re really close.”
Again, Changmin’s cheeks turned bright red.
Yoochun smiled in victory.
“Fuck off, Yoochun. Don’t you have to be somewhere right now?” Jaejoong kicked him again.
“Are you propositioning me again, JaeJae?”
“I swear if you say-”
“Um, h-hyung, I better go,” Changmin said, biting his lower lip.
Jae fought back a groan as his imagination let him bite down on that lower lip. “Why?”
“Stay,” Yoochun said, and stood up. “I did promise my brother I’d be home early today anyway. Seriously, help him. I’ve been explaining this same shit to him for months. Maybe you can do it better.”
Yoochun smacked Jaejoong on the shoulder. “Good luck.”
Jae growled, took a swing at him and missed. He ignored Changmin, as he turned back to the table. He did not need to see those cheeks tinged with red again. His own face was hot, and he knew he was probably blushing.
“So are you two-”
“No.”
“But-“
Jaejoong shifted and stared harder at his calculus book. “Yoochun and I are friends, Changmin. And sometimes friends need each other.”
“Hy-Hyung, are we f-friends?”
Jae flipped his head around so fast it almost hurt. Changmin met his eyes, face carefully blank. But his cheeks were still touched with red. Did he have any idea what that question implied? Or was it just said in innocence? He hadn’t been especially friendly with him. And Jaejoong realized that he knew nothing about him. Nothing about what he liked or didn’t like. Nothing about his mother or what he thought of his father’s marriage to a new woman.
Finally, he had to look away. “So, are you going to help me, genius brother of mine?”
Changmin cleared his throat. “Sure.”
An hour later, Jaejoong growled in frustration, and used it as an excuse to slide a few inches away from Changmin. Somehow, Changmin ended up so close to him that their legs pressed together, and he was leaning over Jaejoong’s paper, talking and explaining and licking his lower lip.
“Fuck it,” Jae growled. “I’ll take the social test instead. I hate this shit.”
“You’ll get it, hyung,” Changmin said. “You still have two months.”
Jaejoong started gathering his books. “I’m going home. You coming?”
Changmin swallowed, but nodded.
They walked home in silence. Jae didn’t know what to say anyway. He was content to look at the ground and ignore the boy next to him. The gorgeous, tall, smart boy with adorable eyes, a dazzling smile and-
“Fuck,” Jaejoong muttered.
Once home, Jaejoong threw his bag in the random direction of the couch, and then headed up the stairs.
“H-hyung?” Changmin whispered, but it echoed in the quiet house.
Jae stopped.
“I-I’m going to order take out, do want some?”
Jae shook his head. “Don’t. Let me relax for a half hour or so and then I’ll come make dinner.”
“But-“
“Mom told me to take care of you, Changmin. I’m going to.”
“Okay, hyung.”
Jae went to his room, locked the door and flung himself on his bed. Tingles shot up through his leg where Changmin had been pressed against him. At least he had his calculus issues as an excuse to be away from Changmin for a little while. He dared a glance at the door.
“Fuck it,” he muttered. He shucked off his school clothes, lay with legs spread and stroked his cock, quick, fast, trying so hard not to think of innocent, mismatched eyes, or red cheeks or longlonglonglonglong legs. For the second time that day, he came embarrassingly fast, back arching, toes curling into the blanket. And with Changmin’s name barely ghosting past his lips.
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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