Don't Hate Me 6/8?
Title: Don't Hate Me 6/8?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits
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! ♥♥♥
Jae dropped his bag to the floor, dropped his body to the chair and dropped his head to the table.
Yoochun laughed. “Problems?”
“I’ve been half hard all fucking day,” Jae muttered.
“I know. I’ve looked, and I’ve seen a lot of other people look. Including the straight soccer star.”
Jae sat up and laughed. He pulled his books out of his bag and started doing his chemistry homework.
“Hey, hyung,” Changmin said and sat next to him.
Jae smiled and held out his hand and they did their handshake.
“God,” Yoochun whispered. “Way to be not obvious. Wipe those stupid grins off your faces, lovebirds.”
Changmin’s eyes widened and he glared at Jae. “What happened to not telling anyone?”
Jae shrugged. “I tell Yoochun everything.”
“Everything,” Yoochun said and licked his lips.
And then Jae realized what that implied. “Not what we talked about,” he said quickly, “and not detail, like lots of details. Just things.”
Changmin pouted, crossed his arms and sulked down the chair.
“Fuck, Min,” Jae said, cheeks going red. He looked down at his books. “What did I tell you about pouting?”
Yoochun laughed. “Man, you two are about three seconds away from jumping each other. Why don’t you go home and take the edge off?”
“I can’t,” Jae said. “Min is determined to get me to understand calculus.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Good luck.”
“Speaking of, any luck on the getting Junsu to kick your balls plan?”
“He smiled at me today.”
“Ooh. Oh my god, Chun, he like, totally likes you.”
“God, you’re such a girl. Shut up.”
“Come on, hyung, focus,” Changmin said and tapped his pencil on Jaejoong’s open calculus book.
Jae scowled, but leaned down and listened while Changmin explained one more time the crazy rules of derivatives.
A few minutes later, Yoochun said, “Well, hello there, Mr. President.”
Jae’s head shot up and he tried not to scowl as Yunho sat at their table.
“Hey, guys. I came to meet the step-brother.”
Jae sneered. “Fuck off.”
Yunho smiled and then held out his hand to Changmin. “Jung Yunho, class president.”
“Shim Changmin.”
“I know. Everyone is talking about you. You’re already top of your class, and a guarantee for class president in four years if you keep it up.” His eyes smoldered.
Jae threw a piece of paper at him. “Back off.”
Yunho’s eyes widened with fake innocence. “What?”
“Back off. He’s only fourteen.”
With a smile and a lick of lips, Yunho said, “That’s old enough, isn’t it, Changmin?”
Changmin’s cheeks were pink and he was resolutely not looking up.
“Leave him alone, Jung-shi, or I tell everyone about you and Taeyang.”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed. “There’s nothing-”
“Two weeks ago, bathroom outside the art room, someone was on his knees-”
Yoochun was laughing.
“You have no-“
Jae fished out his phone and went to his pictures. There was Yunho on his knees, sucking on a cock. “I always have proof, Yunho. Leave Changmin alone.”
“I think Changmin can make his own decisions.”
Jae smiled and looked at Changmin. “Okay, Min. Yunho and I used to date, and we were really serious, until I found him with his cock up some drunk girl’s pussy. You want to date that?”
Changmin grinned, and then looked at Yunho. “Sorry, Yunho-sunbae.”
“Fuck you, Jae,” Yunho said and stood, stalking out of the library.
“That was awesome,” Yoochun said and took Jae’s phone. “God, I can’t believe Taeyang let him go down on him. Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
Jae shrugged. “Slipped my mind. Let me know if Yunho hits on you, Min. I have no problem at all sending that picture to everyone in my contacts list.”
“Taeyang will kick you ass.”
“He’ll try.”
“Can we focus, please?”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Sorry, genius.”
Changmin frowned.
Jae softened his look and touched Changmin’s hand. “Sorry, Min. Yunho pisses me off. I really, really liked him.”
“It’s okay, hyung. Now study.”
An hour later, Changmin sighed. “No, Jae, it’s … god, I just explained this.” He flung himself back in the chair.
Yoochun looked up from where he was doing Jaejoong’s chemistry homework. “I told you so.”
Changmin pouted and then his eyes widened and he smirked. Leaning forward, he whispered to Yoochun, “Did you bribe him with sexual favors?”
“What?” Jae demanded while Yoochun laughed.
“I tried to hold out on him,” Yoochun said. “But I ended up caving. Maybe you’ll have better luck.”
“What?” Jae demanded again.
Changmin smiled, and then looked at the book. “You do three of these properly and then when we get home, you can teach me dirty things you were talking about last night.” A faint sheen of pink covered his cheeks.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered, and they both looked at him. “Sorry, but you’re fucking sexy, Min. And thinking about you doing dirty things with your mouth is definitely going to be a-OW!”
Jae kicked Yoochun under the table again. “Shut up.”
Changmin laughed. “Come on, hyung. Dazzle me with your calculus skills so I can dazzle you with my mouth skills.”
Jae grumbled and bent over the book again. “How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate on this now?”
“Ooh,” Yoochun said suddenly. “I see me a soccer star. Be right back.”
And he was gone. Jae turned and watched as he walked up to Junsu, and Junsu smiled at him. They talked for only a moment and then Yoochun came back, a swagger to his walk, and a smirk on his lips.
“What?” Jae asked.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Fuck off. What?”
“He’s going to meet me for coffee later.”
“Awesome.”
“We’ll see. I just told him I wanted to talk to him.”
“Dude, the whole school knows you’re bi,” Jae said. “He’ll know what that means.”
Yoochun smiled. “Oh, I know.”
“Um, hyung,” Changmin said.
“What?”
“Calculus. Sexual favors. Remember?”
Yoochun laughed, but Jae scowled. “I hate calculus,” he muttered.
[o]
When they finally got home, Jae stalked into the house, threw his bag in the general direction of the stairs, and went to the kitchen. He pulled out pans and ingredients, content to let himself get lost in making food.
“Hyung?”
“What?”
“I’m not going to help you with calculus anymore.”
Jae spun around. “Why not?”
Changmin wasn’t looking at him. “Because you hate it, and I don’t want you to hate me because of it.”
Jae frowned and then hurried to Changmin’s side. “Silly, dongsaeng. I’ll get it. I promise.”
Jae kissed him. Changmin moaned and the simple kiss turned demanding, and Jae moved back as Changmin pressed forward. His back pressed into the island, but he kept going, bending over it. A low moan cut through Changmin’s throat. He lifted Jae up, and then pushed again, until Jae was lying on the island, legs wrapped around Changmin.
“Can we eat later?” Changmin asked, lips sliding down Jae’s jaw.
“Fuck, yes. Bedroom. Go. Mine. Now.”
Changmin picked him up, set him on his feet and they practically sprinted down the hall and up the stairs. Jae slammed the door behind him, and then pushed Min onto his bed. He crawled over him, fingers unbuttoning the school shirt, kissing skin as it was unveiled. Changmin squirmed underneath him, hands clutched at Jaejoong’s hips.
Jae spread open Changmin’s shirt, and bit and licked and sucked on his nipples. Changmin moaned and arched into him, erection pressed against Jaejoong’s hip.
“What do you want to do right now, Minnie?” Jae asked, voice breathless.
“Come. Fuck.”
Jae smirked and met his lust-filled eyes. “Already?”
Changmin made a noise bordering on embarrassment, and his eyes shut and his cheeks went pink.
Jae slowed his movements, kissing back up Changmin’s shaking body while fingers on one hand tried to undo his pants. The button finally gave and Jae kissed him softly, sweetly. But when he talked, it was nothing but sweet. “I don’t care if you come now, in ten minutes or three times in the next ten minutes. As long as I come with you fucking me.”
He wrapped his hand around Changmin’s erection. Changmin groaned and whimpered. Between the two of them, they managed to get Changmin naked and Jae kept stroking, faster, now that clothes weren’t in the way.
“And sometimes, Min, you just need to take the edge off for more fun later.”
Jae dropped his head, opened his mouth and licked around the tip of Changmin’s cock. Changmin tried to buck up, but Jae pulled up.
“If you think you can manage to keep still, I can take all of you down my throat.”
“Fuck, hyung.”
Jae smirked and went back. He licked Changmin again, making sure to slicken him all over, and then he opened his mouth wide and forced Changmin’s cock down his throat, it took two tries before he had Changmin deep throated. He hummed, and Changmin screamed, hips coming off the bed.
Jae rolled his eyes up, staring at Changmin’s wild face. And then he dragged a single finger nail up between Changmin’s ass cheeks, over his opening. With a shout, Changmin came, deep into Jae’s throat, and Jae choked, having to pull up in order to swallow it all. He let Changmin’s cock fall from his mouth with a wet plop and then rolled away to finish undressing.
“Fuck, hyung, that was … Fuck.”
Jae grinned over at him as he shucked off his pants. “I hope you were taking notes, because it’s your turn.”
“I don’t … I can’t-“
Naked, Jae crawled over Changmin, back arched, body moving fluidly.
A little voice permeated his lust you’re scaring him, and Jae took a deep breath. He went back to laying kisses on Changmin’s lips and face and neck, waiting as Changmin slowly stopped shaking. He remembered when he lost his virginity; god, he’d been scared. The only thing that kept him from bolting was that it was Yoochun doing the taking. He’d been even more terrified when it was someone who wasn’t Yoochun.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Just nervous.”
Jae laid his body along Changmin’s, finding his lips for a deep, long kiss. Changmin shifted underneath him and wrapped his legs around Jae’s body. Jae groaned, grabbing Changmin’s hips, trying to get them even more entwined.
Changmin chuckled. His hands only shook a little bit as he caressed Jae’s back and sides. Jae broke from the kiss with a gasp, and then wrapped his hand around both of their cocks, stroking, and Changmin arched into his hand with a whimper. Jae grinned and then fell to his side, pulling Changmin with. Changmin rolled over him, propped up on elbows. Their cocks slid together and they both moaned.
Jae tangled his hands in Changmin’s hair, begging for another kiss. Changmin obliged. He held himself up with one hand, and used the other to rub Jae’s sides and stomach. When his fingers traced over Jae’s nipples, Jae moaned and broke from the kiss.
“God, suck on them, Minnie, please.”
Changmin smirked. “Like that, huh?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Changmin moved his mouth down, tongue trailing on skin, past his collar bone, but stopping right before the nipple. He squeezed again with his fingers, and Jae arched up again, still begging. Changmin’s hot mouth closed around the nipple, no playing, just sucking, tugging on the piercing with his teeth.
“Fuck,” Jae shouted, hands still tangled in his hair.
With every moan and word Jae gasped, Changmin grew more confident, moving to the other nipple, and then down Jae’s stomach.
“So how do I do this?” Changmin whispered, staring at Jae’s cock.
“Lick it, touch it, put it in your mouth, fuck, Min, I don’t care.”
Changmin bypassed his cock and licked the inside of Jae’s thigh. Jae screamed.
“You’re a horrible teacher,” Changmin muttered, and then kissed and licked up and around Jae’s balls, before running his tongue up the length of Jae’s cock.
“Fuck!”
Changmin smirked and did it again, adding more pressure to the head of Jae’s cock.
“Oh my god, Min. More, please.”
Changmin lifted his cock from his stomach. He licked only the tip, tonguing the slip and slurping up the sudden flow of fluid. Jae kept squirming and moaning. God, it felt so good. So fucking good, even if there were so many things wrong with it. When Changmin’s mouth closed around the tip of his cock, Jaejoong fought bucking into that mouth. Through hazy eyes, he watched, as Changmin took a bit more into his mouth, and then let it slide out, again and again, just at the top, his long fingers wrapped around the base. When a bit more disappeared into Changmin’s mouth, Jae shut his eyes. He wanted to grab Changmin’s head and fuck his throat raw, so instead he fisted the sheets at his sides.
He couldn’t orgasm, not yet, fuck not yet, but with Changmin’s tongue wrapping about the head of Jae’s cock, he was ready to.
Quickly, he pushed Changmin away.
Changmin frowned. “Wh-what-was that wrong?”
“Oh, fuck, no Min,” Jae said and pulled him back down to kiss him. “But I want to come with you fucking me, remember? And it looks like you’re going to suck cock just as well as you do calculus.”
Changmin blushed and bit his lip. “Really, it was okay?”
Jae laid back, eyes shut, “Better than okay. I think I could come just thinking about it.”
After another moment of making sure that he wouldn’t come as soon as Changmin touched him, Jae shifted up a bit and reached for the drawer of his nightstand. He couldn’t quite get it with Changmin still on top of him.
Changmin laughed and easily reached it with his longer arms. “I’m assuming you want this,” he said, pulling out a blue bottle of lube.
“Yep. But you’re going to use it. You’ve watched enough porn to know how to prep someone, right?”
Changmin swallowed. “I-yeah, a general idea anyway.”
“Have you touched yourself, Min? Slid fingers into yourself?”
Changmin blushed and looked away, but he nodded.
“Did you like it?”
He swallowed. “Yeah.”
“God,” Jae moaned. “Just thinking of that is hot. One of these days, I want to see that.”
“Not today?”
“Nope. Today, you’re going to fuck me.”
Changmin shivered. “I-“
“You need to stop worrying about it,” Jae said with a grin and a kiss on Changmin’s nose. “God, Min, you’re perfect, remember? Everything about this is surreal.” Jae pushed at his shoulders, until Changmin got the idea and slid down his body. “Easy does it, Min. One finger, then two, then three. Okay?”
“Are you sure? I might-”
“-you might drive me insane and make me come before you get to fuck me? I’m okay with that.”
Changmin rolled his eyes, but blushed and smiled a bit.
“Come on, Min,” Jae whispered and spread his legs, hooking one over Changmin’s body. “Touch me.”
Changmin swallowed, but he opened the lube and covered his fingers. Tentatively, he brushed Jaejoong’s opening. Jae threw his head back with a cry. So Changmin did it again, and again, never penetrating.
“Fuck, Min, come on, please. Please.”
“All you had to do was beg.”
“Oh, god, you snarky bastard.”
Changmin chuckled and pushed a finger in.
Jae arched, head pressed into the bed, and cried out. “More, fuck, Min, more please.”
With every twist of Changmin’s finger, pleasure shot up Jae’s spine, clouding his head and vision, rendering him speechless. And then another finger was added, and Jae took a deep breath against the intrusion, immediately relaxing his breathing. God, it felt so good. Changmin spread him open, crooked and twisted his fingers, pressing harder and deeper, and then Jae came to enough to be aware that he was chanting a litany of please.
When the third finger pressed into him, Jae arched off the bed as pleasure filled every bit of him.
“Min, please, no more, I’m going to come and fuck, please, Minnie. Please. No more.”
And even though he was begging, he whined when Changmin pulled his fingers away.
“Hyung, I don’t kn-“
Jae grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him up for a deep kiss. “Fuck me,” he growled into Changmin’s mouth, “please, just fuck me.”
Changmin shivered. Jae wrapped his legs around Changmin’s body, he reached between them and held Changmin against his hole.
A scream tore from his throat when Changmin pushed in.
“Fuck, are you-“
Jae growled, grabbed Changmin’s hips and forced him the rest of the way into Jae’s body. They both groaned.
“Move, Minnie. Please.”
Jae fought to keep his eyes open, his eyes open and his hand stroking his cock. He didn’t want to miss anything about it. The way Changmin’s eyes squeezed shut, a single tear dripping on his cheek, mouth open in a moan, and the way his shoulders shuddered when he pulled out and pushed back in. His elbows shook, threatening to collapse, and then he dropped his head, mouth open, panting in time with his thrusts, his hair tickling Jaejoong’s skin.
“Fuck, Min, so fucking good,” Jae gasped out, as pleasure built around them. Jae could feel it zinging through Changmin, see it in the quaking of his body.
“Hyung, god.” His voice broke with shame and need and then his body jerked, cock slamming into Jae hard, and Jae cried out as his orgasm was suddenly there, teasing, pulsing.
“Don’t stop moving, Min, god, don’t stop.”
Changmin could barely move, but he did, he moved, voice falling to a deeper moan than Jaejoong’s cries. Another violent tremor flowed through his body.
“Hyung, I-” And then he came with a cry, head back, mouth gaping, and Jae shut his eyes, reveling in the feel of come filling him up, and in the look on that young face. Only moments later, he came with a cry of Changmin’s name, covering his body, and then Changmin’s elbows collapsed and he fell heavily onto Jaejoong.
Their harsh breaths fell into cadence. And then Changmin started shaking again. Before he could really freak out, Jae rolled them over, moaning as Changmin slipped out of his body, and then kissing Changmin harshly, demanding, moaning, biting at lips.
And once again, Changmin’s legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his shoulders.
“Fuck, Changmin, that was… fuck.”
Changmin buried his face into Jae’s neck.
“God, Min, if you say it was awful, I may have to hurt you.”
“Okay. It was bad.”
Jae pinched his side and sat up.
Changmin rubbed his skin. “I didn’t say awful.”
Jae slapped his chest. “It was good, unless you didn’t like it.”
“I loved it,” Changmin said, biting his lip and blushing at the awe in his voice.
“Good. Then it wasn’t bad. Quickness doesn’t matter if you both get off. Fuck, it doesn’t matter if you both don’t get off.”
“Stop trying to make me feel better.”
Jae smiled and kissed him. “Why?”
“Because if I settle for a performance like this, then that means I won’t get better.”
Jae shook his head. “I’m not going to critique your performance, crazy jackass. I think the fact that I’m covered in come is a good enough critique anyway.”
“Sorry, hyung, I’m just …”
Jae kissed him to shut him up. “Come on. Let’s get some clothes on, go eat dinner and then do it again.”
Part 7: Protecting What's Mine
Part 5: Kissing away your Tears
Part 4: Moaning Into Kisses
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 2: Trying to Hold Back
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits
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! ♥♥♥
Jae dropped his bag to the floor, dropped his body to the chair and dropped his head to the table.
Yoochun laughed. “Problems?”
“I’ve been half hard all fucking day,” Jae muttered.
“I know. I’ve looked, and I’ve seen a lot of other people look. Including the straight soccer star.”
Jae sat up and laughed. He pulled his books out of his bag and started doing his chemistry homework.
“Hey, hyung,” Changmin said and sat next to him.
Jae smiled and held out his hand and they did their handshake.
“God,” Yoochun whispered. “Way to be not obvious. Wipe those stupid grins off your faces, lovebirds.”
Changmin’s eyes widened and he glared at Jae. “What happened to not telling anyone?”
Jae shrugged. “I tell Yoochun everything.”
“Everything,” Yoochun said and licked his lips.
And then Jae realized what that implied. “Not what we talked about,” he said quickly, “and not detail, like lots of details. Just things.”
Changmin pouted, crossed his arms and sulked down the chair.
“Fuck, Min,” Jae said, cheeks going red. He looked down at his books. “What did I tell you about pouting?”
Yoochun laughed. “Man, you two are about three seconds away from jumping each other. Why don’t you go home and take the edge off?”
“I can’t,” Jae said. “Min is determined to get me to understand calculus.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Good luck.”
“Speaking of, any luck on the getting Junsu to kick your balls plan?”
“He smiled at me today.”
“Ooh. Oh my god, Chun, he like, totally likes you.”
“God, you’re such a girl. Shut up.”
“Come on, hyung, focus,” Changmin said and tapped his pencil on Jaejoong’s open calculus book.
Jae scowled, but leaned down and listened while Changmin explained one more time the crazy rules of derivatives.
A few minutes later, Yoochun said, “Well, hello there, Mr. President.”
Jae’s head shot up and he tried not to scowl as Yunho sat at their table.
“Hey, guys. I came to meet the step-brother.”
Jae sneered. “Fuck off.”
Yunho smiled and then held out his hand to Changmin. “Jung Yunho, class president.”
“Shim Changmin.”
“I know. Everyone is talking about you. You’re already top of your class, and a guarantee for class president in four years if you keep it up.” His eyes smoldered.
Jae threw a piece of paper at him. “Back off.”
Yunho’s eyes widened with fake innocence. “What?”
“Back off. He’s only fourteen.”
With a smile and a lick of lips, Yunho said, “That’s old enough, isn’t it, Changmin?”
Changmin’s cheeks were pink and he was resolutely not looking up.
“Leave him alone, Jung-shi, or I tell everyone about you and Taeyang.”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed. “There’s nothing-”
“Two weeks ago, bathroom outside the art room, someone was on his knees-”
Yoochun was laughing.
“You have no-“
Jae fished out his phone and went to his pictures. There was Yunho on his knees, sucking on a cock. “I always have proof, Yunho. Leave Changmin alone.”
“I think Changmin can make his own decisions.”
Jae smiled and looked at Changmin. “Okay, Min. Yunho and I used to date, and we were really serious, until I found him with his cock up some drunk girl’s pussy. You want to date that?”
Changmin grinned, and then looked at Yunho. “Sorry, Yunho-sunbae.”
“Fuck you, Jae,” Yunho said and stood, stalking out of the library.
“That was awesome,” Yoochun said and took Jae’s phone. “God, I can’t believe Taeyang let him go down on him. Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
Jae shrugged. “Slipped my mind. Let me know if Yunho hits on you, Min. I have no problem at all sending that picture to everyone in my contacts list.”
“Taeyang will kick you ass.”
“He’ll try.”
“Can we focus, please?”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Sorry, genius.”
Changmin frowned.
Jae softened his look and touched Changmin’s hand. “Sorry, Min. Yunho pisses me off. I really, really liked him.”
“It’s okay, hyung. Now study.”
An hour later, Changmin sighed. “No, Jae, it’s … god, I just explained this.” He flung himself back in the chair.
Yoochun looked up from where he was doing Jaejoong’s chemistry homework. “I told you so.”
Changmin pouted and then his eyes widened and he smirked. Leaning forward, he whispered to Yoochun, “Did you bribe him with sexual favors?”
“What?” Jae demanded while Yoochun laughed.
“I tried to hold out on him,” Yoochun said. “But I ended up caving. Maybe you’ll have better luck.”
“What?” Jae demanded again.
Changmin smiled, and then looked at the book. “You do three of these properly and then when we get home, you can teach me dirty things you were talking about last night.” A faint sheen of pink covered his cheeks.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered, and they both looked at him. “Sorry, but you’re fucking sexy, Min. And thinking about you doing dirty things with your mouth is definitely going to be a-OW!”
Jae kicked Yoochun under the table again. “Shut up.”
Changmin laughed. “Come on, hyung. Dazzle me with your calculus skills so I can dazzle you with my mouth skills.”
Jae grumbled and bent over the book again. “How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate on this now?”
“Ooh,” Yoochun said suddenly. “I see me a soccer star. Be right back.”
And he was gone. Jae turned and watched as he walked up to Junsu, and Junsu smiled at him. They talked for only a moment and then Yoochun came back, a swagger to his walk, and a smirk on his lips.
“What?” Jae asked.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Fuck off. What?”
“He’s going to meet me for coffee later.”
“Awesome.”
“We’ll see. I just told him I wanted to talk to him.”
“Dude, the whole school knows you’re bi,” Jae said. “He’ll know what that means.”
Yoochun smiled. “Oh, I know.”
“Um, hyung,” Changmin said.
“What?”
“Calculus. Sexual favors. Remember?”
Yoochun laughed, but Jae scowled. “I hate calculus,” he muttered.
[o]
When they finally got home, Jae stalked into the house, threw his bag in the general direction of the stairs, and went to the kitchen. He pulled out pans and ingredients, content to let himself get lost in making food.
“Hyung?”
“What?”
“I’m not going to help you with calculus anymore.”
Jae spun around. “Why not?”
Changmin wasn’t looking at him. “Because you hate it, and I don’t want you to hate me because of it.”
Jae frowned and then hurried to Changmin’s side. “Silly, dongsaeng. I’ll get it. I promise.”
Jae kissed him. Changmin moaned and the simple kiss turned demanding, and Jae moved back as Changmin pressed forward. His back pressed into the island, but he kept going, bending over it. A low moan cut through Changmin’s throat. He lifted Jae up, and then pushed again, until Jae was lying on the island, legs wrapped around Changmin.
“Can we eat later?” Changmin asked, lips sliding down Jae’s jaw.
“Fuck, yes. Bedroom. Go. Mine. Now.”
Changmin picked him up, set him on his feet and they practically sprinted down the hall and up the stairs. Jae slammed the door behind him, and then pushed Min onto his bed. He crawled over him, fingers unbuttoning the school shirt, kissing skin as it was unveiled. Changmin squirmed underneath him, hands clutched at Jaejoong’s hips.
Jae spread open Changmin’s shirt, and bit and licked and sucked on his nipples. Changmin moaned and arched into him, erection pressed against Jaejoong’s hip.
“What do you want to do right now, Minnie?” Jae asked, voice breathless.
“Come. Fuck.”
Jae smirked and met his lust-filled eyes. “Already?”
Changmin made a noise bordering on embarrassment, and his eyes shut and his cheeks went pink.
Jae slowed his movements, kissing back up Changmin’s shaking body while fingers on one hand tried to undo his pants. The button finally gave and Jae kissed him softly, sweetly. But when he talked, it was nothing but sweet. “I don’t care if you come now, in ten minutes or three times in the next ten minutes. As long as I come with you fucking me.”
He wrapped his hand around Changmin’s erection. Changmin groaned and whimpered. Between the two of them, they managed to get Changmin naked and Jae kept stroking, faster, now that clothes weren’t in the way.
“And sometimes, Min, you just need to take the edge off for more fun later.”
Jae dropped his head, opened his mouth and licked around the tip of Changmin’s cock. Changmin tried to buck up, but Jae pulled up.
“If you think you can manage to keep still, I can take all of you down my throat.”
“Fuck, hyung.”
Jae smirked and went back. He licked Changmin again, making sure to slicken him all over, and then he opened his mouth wide and forced Changmin’s cock down his throat, it took two tries before he had Changmin deep throated. He hummed, and Changmin screamed, hips coming off the bed.
Jae rolled his eyes up, staring at Changmin’s wild face. And then he dragged a single finger nail up between Changmin’s ass cheeks, over his opening. With a shout, Changmin came, deep into Jae’s throat, and Jae choked, having to pull up in order to swallow it all. He let Changmin’s cock fall from his mouth with a wet plop and then rolled away to finish undressing.
“Fuck, hyung, that was … Fuck.”
Jae grinned over at him as he shucked off his pants. “I hope you were taking notes, because it’s your turn.”
“I don’t … I can’t-“
Naked, Jae crawled over Changmin, back arched, body moving fluidly.
A little voice permeated his lust you’re scaring him, and Jae took a deep breath. He went back to laying kisses on Changmin’s lips and face and neck, waiting as Changmin slowly stopped shaking. He remembered when he lost his virginity; god, he’d been scared. The only thing that kept him from bolting was that it was Yoochun doing the taking. He’d been even more terrified when it was someone who wasn’t Yoochun.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Just nervous.”
Jae laid his body along Changmin’s, finding his lips for a deep, long kiss. Changmin shifted underneath him and wrapped his legs around Jae’s body. Jae groaned, grabbing Changmin’s hips, trying to get them even more entwined.
Changmin chuckled. His hands only shook a little bit as he caressed Jae’s back and sides. Jae broke from the kiss with a gasp, and then wrapped his hand around both of their cocks, stroking, and Changmin arched into his hand with a whimper. Jae grinned and then fell to his side, pulling Changmin with. Changmin rolled over him, propped up on elbows. Their cocks slid together and they both moaned.
Jae tangled his hands in Changmin’s hair, begging for another kiss. Changmin obliged. He held himself up with one hand, and used the other to rub Jae’s sides and stomach. When his fingers traced over Jae’s nipples, Jae moaned and broke from the kiss.
“God, suck on them, Minnie, please.”
Changmin smirked. “Like that, huh?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Changmin moved his mouth down, tongue trailing on skin, past his collar bone, but stopping right before the nipple. He squeezed again with his fingers, and Jae arched up again, still begging. Changmin’s hot mouth closed around the nipple, no playing, just sucking, tugging on the piercing with his teeth.
“Fuck,” Jae shouted, hands still tangled in his hair.
With every moan and word Jae gasped, Changmin grew more confident, moving to the other nipple, and then down Jae’s stomach.
“So how do I do this?” Changmin whispered, staring at Jae’s cock.
“Lick it, touch it, put it in your mouth, fuck, Min, I don’t care.”
Changmin bypassed his cock and licked the inside of Jae’s thigh. Jae screamed.
“You’re a horrible teacher,” Changmin muttered, and then kissed and licked up and around Jae’s balls, before running his tongue up the length of Jae’s cock.
“Fuck!”
Changmin smirked and did it again, adding more pressure to the head of Jae’s cock.
“Oh my god, Min. More, please.”
Changmin lifted his cock from his stomach. He licked only the tip, tonguing the slip and slurping up the sudden flow of fluid. Jae kept squirming and moaning. God, it felt so good. So fucking good, even if there were so many things wrong with it. When Changmin’s mouth closed around the tip of his cock, Jaejoong fought bucking into that mouth. Through hazy eyes, he watched, as Changmin took a bit more into his mouth, and then let it slide out, again and again, just at the top, his long fingers wrapped around the base. When a bit more disappeared into Changmin’s mouth, Jae shut his eyes. He wanted to grab Changmin’s head and fuck his throat raw, so instead he fisted the sheets at his sides.
He couldn’t orgasm, not yet, fuck not yet, but with Changmin’s tongue wrapping about the head of Jae’s cock, he was ready to.
Quickly, he pushed Changmin away.
Changmin frowned. “Wh-what-was that wrong?”
“Oh, fuck, no Min,” Jae said and pulled him back down to kiss him. “But I want to come with you fucking me, remember? And it looks like you’re going to suck cock just as well as you do calculus.”
Changmin blushed and bit his lip. “Really, it was okay?”
Jae laid back, eyes shut, “Better than okay. I think I could come just thinking about it.”
After another moment of making sure that he wouldn’t come as soon as Changmin touched him, Jae shifted up a bit and reached for the drawer of his nightstand. He couldn’t quite get it with Changmin still on top of him.
Changmin laughed and easily reached it with his longer arms. “I’m assuming you want this,” he said, pulling out a blue bottle of lube.
“Yep. But you’re going to use it. You’ve watched enough porn to know how to prep someone, right?”
Changmin swallowed. “I-yeah, a general idea anyway.”
“Have you touched yourself, Min? Slid fingers into yourself?”
Changmin blushed and looked away, but he nodded.
“Did you like it?”
He swallowed. “Yeah.”
“God,” Jae moaned. “Just thinking of that is hot. One of these days, I want to see that.”
“Not today?”
“Nope. Today, you’re going to fuck me.”
Changmin shivered. “I-“
“You need to stop worrying about it,” Jae said with a grin and a kiss on Changmin’s nose. “God, Min, you’re perfect, remember? Everything about this is surreal.” Jae pushed at his shoulders, until Changmin got the idea and slid down his body. “Easy does it, Min. One finger, then two, then three. Okay?”
“Are you sure? I might-”
“-you might drive me insane and make me come before you get to fuck me? I’m okay with that.”
Changmin rolled his eyes, but blushed and smiled a bit.
“Come on, Min,” Jae whispered and spread his legs, hooking one over Changmin’s body. “Touch me.”
Changmin swallowed, but he opened the lube and covered his fingers. Tentatively, he brushed Jaejoong’s opening. Jae threw his head back with a cry. So Changmin did it again, and again, never penetrating.
“Fuck, Min, come on, please. Please.”
“All you had to do was beg.”
“Oh, god, you snarky bastard.”
Changmin chuckled and pushed a finger in.
Jae arched, head pressed into the bed, and cried out. “More, fuck, Min, more please.”
With every twist of Changmin’s finger, pleasure shot up Jae’s spine, clouding his head and vision, rendering him speechless. And then another finger was added, and Jae took a deep breath against the intrusion, immediately relaxing his breathing. God, it felt so good. Changmin spread him open, crooked and twisted his fingers, pressing harder and deeper, and then Jae came to enough to be aware that he was chanting a litany of please.
When the third finger pressed into him, Jae arched off the bed as pleasure filled every bit of him.
“Min, please, no more, I’m going to come and fuck, please, Minnie. Please. No more.”
And even though he was begging, he whined when Changmin pulled his fingers away.
“Hyung, I don’t kn-“
Jae grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him up for a deep kiss. “Fuck me,” he growled into Changmin’s mouth, “please, just fuck me.”
Changmin shivered. Jae wrapped his legs around Changmin’s body, he reached between them and held Changmin against his hole.
A scream tore from his throat when Changmin pushed in.
“Fuck, are you-“
Jae growled, grabbed Changmin’s hips and forced him the rest of the way into Jae’s body. They both groaned.
“Move, Minnie. Please.”
Jae fought to keep his eyes open, his eyes open and his hand stroking his cock. He didn’t want to miss anything about it. The way Changmin’s eyes squeezed shut, a single tear dripping on his cheek, mouth open in a moan, and the way his shoulders shuddered when he pulled out and pushed back in. His elbows shook, threatening to collapse, and then he dropped his head, mouth open, panting in time with his thrusts, his hair tickling Jaejoong’s skin.
“Fuck, Min, so fucking good,” Jae gasped out, as pleasure built around them. Jae could feel it zinging through Changmin, see it in the quaking of his body.
“Hyung, god.” His voice broke with shame and need and then his body jerked, cock slamming into Jae hard, and Jae cried out as his orgasm was suddenly there, teasing, pulsing.
“Don’t stop moving, Min, god, don’t stop.”
Changmin could barely move, but he did, he moved, voice falling to a deeper moan than Jaejoong’s cries. Another violent tremor flowed through his body.
“Hyung, I-” And then he came with a cry, head back, mouth gaping, and Jae shut his eyes, reveling in the feel of come filling him up, and in the look on that young face. Only moments later, he came with a cry of Changmin’s name, covering his body, and then Changmin’s elbows collapsed and he fell heavily onto Jaejoong.
Their harsh breaths fell into cadence. And then Changmin started shaking again. Before he could really freak out, Jae rolled them over, moaning as Changmin slipped out of his body, and then kissing Changmin harshly, demanding, moaning, biting at lips.
And once again, Changmin’s legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his shoulders.
“Fuck, Changmin, that was… fuck.”
Changmin buried his face into Jae’s neck.
“God, Min, if you say it was awful, I may have to hurt you.”
“Okay. It was bad.”
Jae pinched his side and sat up.
Changmin rubbed his skin. “I didn’t say awful.”
Jae slapped his chest. “It was good, unless you didn’t like it.”
“I loved it,” Changmin said, biting his lip and blushing at the awe in his voice.
“Good. Then it wasn’t bad. Quickness doesn’t matter if you both get off. Fuck, it doesn’t matter if you both don’t get off.”
“Stop trying to make me feel better.”
Jae smiled and kissed him. “Why?”
“Because if I settle for a performance like this, then that means I won’t get better.”
Jae shook his head. “I’m not going to critique your performance, crazy jackass. I think the fact that I’m covered in come is a good enough critique anyway.”
“Sorry, hyung, I’m just …”
Jae kissed him to shut him up. “Come on. Let’s get some clothes on, go eat dinner and then do it again.”
Part 7: Protecting What's Mine
Part 5: Kissing away your Tears
Part 4: Moaning Into Kisses
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 2: Trying to Hold Back
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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