Don't Hate Me 9/?
Title: Don't Hate Me 9/?
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! ♥♥♥
“You fucker!”
Yunho slammed Jae up against the locker.
Jae knocked his arm away. “Do that again and I’m going to hit you.”
“You stupid little shit.”
“I told you I had proof, and I told you to leave Changmin alone.”
“I didn’t tou-“
“Fuck off, Yunho. I have a tape of Tae saying you told him to beat Changmin up. You’ll be in a lot more trouble if I show that to the principal.”
Yunho scowled at him. “What the hell is your problem anyway?”
“Leave Changmin alone. That’s all I’m asking you to do. He’s fourteen.”
Yunho leaned close. “There’s a bruise on your neck that isn’t from a fight.”
Jae fought to keep his face blank.
“Care to tell me who gave it to you?”
Jae pushed him away. “Fuck off.”
“Like you said, Jaejoong. He’s only fourteen.”
“It’s not from him.”
“Then who’s it from? Don’t even lie and say Yoochun. Everyone in school knows he’s with Junsu now, and you two do not fuck when one of you has a boyfriend.”
“What the fuck is with you anyway?” Jae demanded.
“What do you mean?”
“You went from wanting in Changmin’s pants to having him beat up.”
“I don’t want in Changmin’s pants. I want in your pants.”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Not going to happen. Ever.”
Yunho sighed. “We were good together.”
“Behind closed doors, but you wouldn’t even acknowledge me in public. And you want in my pants and yet you have Changmin beat up. Seriously. Do you even think?”
“Not when I’m around you.”
Jae suddenly realized that Yunho had him trapped against the lockers, and his face was incredibly close. “Step back or you get a knee to your groin.”
“I am really, really mad at you.” Yunho’s voice dropped an octave.
Jae rolled his eyes. “Angry sex, huh? Yeah, no thanks.”
“Jaejoong?”
Jae turned to see Changmin down the hall. And Yunho took the opportunity to kiss Jae’s neck. Jae shoved him away. “Back off.”
Yunho laughed and moved away. “See you later, BooJae. Hey, Changmin,” he said as he passed. He looked Changmin up and down. “Looking good today.”
Changmin ignored him.
“God, one of these days I am seriously going to hit him,” Jae muttered.
“You alright?” Changmin asked, coming close, but not too close.
“Yeah,” Jae said, rotating his shoulder. “He knows better than to start something in the middle of the hallway.”
“Didn’t look like it,” Changmin muttered.
Jae lowered his voice. “Don’t worry about him and me, Min. I would never, ever go back to him, especially since I have you.”
Changmin blushed a bit.
“Come on. Let’s go home.”
“No. We’re going to the library to study.”
“Ah, Min.”
Changmin grinned. “Okay. If we go home, promise me you’ll study.”
Jae bit his lip, and then whispered, “I guess studying your body isn’t what you mean.”
His blush deepened and he shook his head.
“Fine, but you owe me when we do manage to get home.”
They walked to the library, close so their shoulders touched. Well, so Jaejoong’s shoulder touched Changmin’s arm.
Jae frowned.
“What?”
“You’re too tall.”
“You’re just jealous.” Changmin held the door of the library open for him.
Yoochun and Junsu were at a table, sitting on opposite sides, but based on the grin on Yoochun’s face, Junsu was doing something to him under the table.
Jaejoong sat next to Yoochun, and Changmin next to Junsu.
“Are you groping him with your foot?” Jae asked.
“Maybe,” Junsu replied.
“Why aren’t you sitting next to him so you can grope him with your hand?”
“Too distracting,” Yoochun said and then moaned.
Jae laughed. Yoochun had met him up on the roof before classes earlier and proceeded to fill Jaejoong’s mind of more details than he needed. Junsu rimming Yoochun, fingering him, fucking him. Jae was tempted to have Yoochun talk dirty for awhile so he could jerk off.
“Should we move to a different table and give you two some privacy?” Jae asked as Yoochun moaned again.
Yoochun pushed his seat away from the table and Jae heard a thump as Junsu foot landed on the floor. “Later, booty.”
Junsu pouted.
Jae pulled out his calculus text book and started doing the homework that was due tomorrow. God, he hated this shit. It made no sense at all.
Changmin leaned forward and shook his head. “Come on, hyung. Tell me again. What is the derivative?”
“A form of torture,” Jae said.
Changmin sighed. “The slope of the tangent line at any given point of a function.”
“Yeah. That.”
“Look, hyung. You’re thinking about this the wrong way.” Changmin moved his chair to Jaejoong’s side of the table. He drew a sketch of a curve and then six tangent lines. “Each one of these lines has a different slope, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And what is that slope?”
“The deravertive thing.”
“Derivative. Right, so the slope of each line is a different derivative.”
“So there’s more than one derivative for each curve.”
“There are millions.”
“And?”
Changmin sighed. “Just … concentrate on the problem. When you see this, just know it’s the slope of a line. If derivative confuses you, just think of it as a slope of a tangent line.”
“Easy part, Min.”
“I showed you how to do this yesterday.”
“I know, I know. It’s just …”
“I told you it was frustrating trying to teach him,” Yoochun said.
Jae slugged him.
“Ow. Well, it is.”
“Here.” Changmin wrote out a more simple equation, biting his lip. “Wait, that won’t work out.” He erased it, and then wrote out another one. “There. Figure that one out. It’s easier than what is in the book.”
Jae stared at him. “Did you seriously just do calculus in your head? I fucking hate you.”
Changmin frowned. “Then do it yourself.” He moved his chair back.
“Sorry, Min,” Jae muttered, and then bit his lower lip and tried to do the problem Changmin had written out for him. Half way through, he growled in frustration.
“Here,” Changmin said, and practically threw a piece of paper at him.
On it were the rules of derivatives, with examples next to each.
“Thanks, Min.”
“I gave you one of those three days ago,” Changmin muttered. “You really need to memorize it.”
“It’s hard. It makes no sense.”
Changmin scoffed and finally looked up. “Look, it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand why this works, you’re not the one figuring that out. Someone else already did it for you. Just understand that it does work. And these are the rules on how it works. If you want to figure out why it works, then major in mathematics or something.”
Jae scowled, and pushed away from the table.
“Where are you going?” Yoochun asked.
“To have a cigarette before I fucking hit something. Or someone.”
Jae ignored Changmin’s sigh and left the library. He stalked down the hallway.
“Boojae!”
Jae ignored Yunho, and kept walking. He wasn’t surprised when Yunho grabbed his arm and stopped him.
“Didn’t I already have to deal with you today?” Jae demanded and flung Yunho’s arm away from him.
“Come on, Boo. I-”
“Fuck off, Yunho. I’m in the mood to hit something and you’re in front of me, so keep talking, and let’s see where this goes.”
Yunho smirked. “Trouble in paradise?”
“Fuck off.”
“Where is your gorgeous brother anyway?”
Jae turned away and walked the opposite direction of the roof. He headed for the front doors. Technically, he couldn’t smoke on school grounds, but he wasn’t leading Yunho up to the roof either. Yunho didn’t say anything, but followed him outside. Jae waited until he was on the sidewalk and then pulled out a cigarette.
“God, seriously, Boo. What’s wrong?”
“Like you care.”
“Okay, I don’t. But I’ll pretend to if you want.”
“What I really want is for you to go away and leave me alone.”
“Ah, then I’ll stay and annoy you.”
Jae let out a mouthful of smoke right in Yunho’s direction.
Yunho made a face and leaned away. “Those will kill you.”
“Right now, it’s keeping me from killing you and that stupid, smart brother of mine.”
“How can he be stupid and smart?”
“He just is. The kid can do calculus in his head.”
“Ah. And you can barely count to ten. I see the problem.”
“Fuck off, jack ass.”
“You have about ten seconds to finish that cigarette.”
“Why?”
“Principal Lee is looking at us.”
“Fuck.” Jae took another quick drag and then dropped it and snuffed it out with his foot. He turned and headed back to school.
“Were you smoking on school property, Kim Jaejoong?” Principal Lee asked.
“No, sir.”
Principal Lee sniffed.
“He wasn’t,” Yunho said. “We just had to take a break from studying.”
The principal nodded and continued on his way.
“I’d thank you for lying for me,” Jae said, “but you’re still a jack ass.”
“Says the guy who sent photos of me on my knees to everyone in school.”
“I told you to leave Changmin alone.”
Yunho sighed. “Fine. So I shouldn’t have done that, but I was really mad at you. I’m still mad at you that you would rather fuck-“
“Don’t finish that sentence. He’s my brother.”
“Then come home with me.”
“No. Been there, done that.”
“And you loved it.”
“Right up until I found you with a girl. Go find Taeyang.”
“He’s at home. Someone broke his nose and his cheek bone.”
Jae looked at his hand and shook it a bit. “No wonder my hand hurt so much yesterday.”
“Have problems jerking off?”
Jae smiled. “No problems when I don’t have to do it yourself like you. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
But Yunho followed him into the library, and sat down at their table.
“What the fuck?” Yoochun demanded.
“You know how he is,” Jae said. “He’s like a dog, begging for attention.”
“Hi, Changmin,” Yunho said.
Changmin snorted and looked back at his book.
Jae sighed and looked back at his calculus problems. There were three
more on the page that Changmin had written. And a little note that said, “Fighting!” next to them. Jae smiled, and ignoring Yunho, went back to work.
[o]
“Can I suggest something to you without you thinking I’m totally gay?”
Changmin snorted from behind his chemistry book. “No. You are totally gay.”
Jae slugged his shoulder. “I’m serious.”
“Unless the next thing out of your mouth has to do with the calculus you should be doing, then no. No suggestions.”
Jae pouted, but Changmin didn’t even look over at him, so he changed tactics. He slid his hand up Changmin’s thigh.
Changmin jerked away. “No. Do your homework.”
“Come on, Min. I’ve been doing calculus all day.”
“And it’s great that you get the basics, but you need to study more.”
Jae stood up. “And that’s my reward for finally understanding? More problems? No thank you. I guess I’ll just go take a hot bath in the jetted tub by myself.”
The book slowly lowered. Jae smirked. And then turned away and headed down the hall.
“You need to do your homework, hyung,” Changmin said, but right behind Jaejoong.
“You’ve been helping me study all week,” Jae returned. “It’s my turn to help you. Aren’t you taking biology?”
“Next year.”
“Consider it practice.”
“And what will you be helping me with?”
Jae turned around and walked up the stairs backwards, hands on Changmin’s shoulders as he followed.
“Well, you’re smart, Minnie-ah.” When they reached the top of the stairs, Jae continued to walk backwards, but he moved his hands to Changmin’s shirt and undid the buttons. “You already know about biology basics, so I was thinking I could help you with some advanced anatomy lessons.”
“Seriously, hyung, that was the worst pick up line in the history of all bad pick up lines.”
Jae fake frowned. “I’m just trying to help you.”
Changmin smiled. “Oh, you’re doing a great job,” he said as Jae unbuckled his belt.
“I feel like my efforts aren’t enough.”
“Then try harder.” Changmin’s voice spiked on the last word as Jae reached into his pants and grabbed his cock. He dragged Changmin the rest of the way into the master bathroom.
“Think we can convince our parents to never come back,” Changmin asked.
Jae laughed. “Doubtful.” He let go of Changmin and then leaned over, purposely brushing Changmin’s crotch to turn on the water in the tub. Changmin’s hands settled on his hips.
“God, I am really not looking forward to them being home.”
Jae turned in Changmin’s. “Do you mind not talking about our parents with your erection pressed against my ass?”
Changmin grinned. “Sorry. It just sucks.”
“I know. We’re going to have to spend a lot more time over at Yoochun’s house.”
Changmin made a face.
“What?”
“Yoochun is a pervert.”
Jae laughed. “Yeah. He is. Now. No more talking.”
Changmin smiled and kissed him. Both sets of hands took off clothes, and Jae was pretty sure he lost a couple of buttons. They kissed until the tub was full, and then with difficulty, Jae pulled away.
“You first,” he said and Changmin climbed into the tub. Jae hit the button for the jets and then climbed in after him. They sat, chest to back, with Changmin’s arms and legs wrapped around Jaejoong. Jae sighed and relaxed, letting the hot water calm his muscles. His body was still sore from the fight. And his shoulder was bruised where Yunho had slammed him up against a locker.
Changmin pressed kisses down his cheek and neck. “You were right.”
“Hmm?”
“This is totally gay.”
Jae laughed and reached for a bottle. “Here. Be productive and wash my hair.”
“Then the water’s going to get all soapy.”
“We’ll rinse off in the shower. Now wash.”
Changmin kissed below his ear. “You’re needy.”
“Shut up and pamper me.”
Jae leaned forward a bit, and groaned when Changmin’s fingers massaged his scalp.
The attention went on longer than what was strictly necessary for washing, and then Changmin’s fingers dropped to Jae’s neck and shoulders.
“Feels good, Minnie-ah.”
“My turn?”
Jae sighed. “If I must.”
Changmin shoved him away.
Jae laughed. “Turn around.” Jae returned the favor of clean hair and a mini-neck massage. And then he let his hands drop lower, under the water.
“Min?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you trust me?” Jae slid his hands around Changmin’s hip.
“Well, that’s a loaded question.”
“I’m serious.”
“In regards to what?”
“Your other virginity.” Jae wrapped his hand around Changmin’s half erect cock.
Changmin froze and looked over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised.
Jae smiled, keeping his strokes slow. Changmin grew completely hard in his hand. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I really don’t mind, but if you want to try it, then I don’t mind that either.”
Changmin spun around and ducked under the water, rinsing most of the soap off of him. When he resurfaced, he trapped Jae against the edge of the tub, hands resting on the edge.
“We’ll stop if you don’t like it,” Jae said, hand finding Changmin’s cock again. “I just-“
Changmin kissed him to shut him up. “One condition.”
“What?”
“Calculus afterwards.”
Jae groaned. “God, Min, talk about spoiling a moment.”
Changmin chuckled. “Come on. Let’s rinse off.”
Part 10: Fucking ... yeah, Fucking
Part 8: Hitting your Face
Part 7: Protecting What's Mine
Part 6: Thrusting Into Insanity
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! ♥♥♥
“You fucker!”
Yunho slammed Jae up against the locker.
Jae knocked his arm away. “Do that again and I’m going to hit you.”
“You stupid little shit.”
“I told you I had proof, and I told you to leave Changmin alone.”
“I didn’t tou-“
“Fuck off, Yunho. I have a tape of Tae saying you told him to beat Changmin up. You’ll be in a lot more trouble if I show that to the principal.”
Yunho scowled at him. “What the hell is your problem anyway?”
“Leave Changmin alone. That’s all I’m asking you to do. He’s fourteen.”
Yunho leaned close. “There’s a bruise on your neck that isn’t from a fight.”
Jae fought to keep his face blank.
“Care to tell me who gave it to you?”
Jae pushed him away. “Fuck off.”
“Like you said, Jaejoong. He’s only fourteen.”
“It’s not from him.”
“Then who’s it from? Don’t even lie and say Yoochun. Everyone in school knows he’s with Junsu now, and you two do not fuck when one of you has a boyfriend.”
“What the fuck is with you anyway?” Jae demanded.
“What do you mean?”
“You went from wanting in Changmin’s pants to having him beat up.”
“I don’t want in Changmin’s pants. I want in your pants.”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Not going to happen. Ever.”
Yunho sighed. “We were good together.”
“Behind closed doors, but you wouldn’t even acknowledge me in public. And you want in my pants and yet you have Changmin beat up. Seriously. Do you even think?”
“Not when I’m around you.”
Jae suddenly realized that Yunho had him trapped against the lockers, and his face was incredibly close. “Step back or you get a knee to your groin.”
“I am really, really mad at you.” Yunho’s voice dropped an octave.
Jae rolled his eyes. “Angry sex, huh? Yeah, no thanks.”
“Jaejoong?”
Jae turned to see Changmin down the hall. And Yunho took the opportunity to kiss Jae’s neck. Jae shoved him away. “Back off.”
Yunho laughed and moved away. “See you later, BooJae. Hey, Changmin,” he said as he passed. He looked Changmin up and down. “Looking good today.”
Changmin ignored him.
“God, one of these days I am seriously going to hit him,” Jae muttered.
“You alright?” Changmin asked, coming close, but not too close.
“Yeah,” Jae said, rotating his shoulder. “He knows better than to start something in the middle of the hallway.”
“Didn’t look like it,” Changmin muttered.
Jae lowered his voice. “Don’t worry about him and me, Min. I would never, ever go back to him, especially since I have you.”
Changmin blushed a bit.
“Come on. Let’s go home.”
“No. We’re going to the library to study.”
“Ah, Min.”
Changmin grinned. “Okay. If we go home, promise me you’ll study.”
Jae bit his lip, and then whispered, “I guess studying your body isn’t what you mean.”
His blush deepened and he shook his head.
“Fine, but you owe me when we do manage to get home.”
They walked to the library, close so their shoulders touched. Well, so Jaejoong’s shoulder touched Changmin’s arm.
Jae frowned.
“What?”
“You’re too tall.”
“You’re just jealous.” Changmin held the door of the library open for him.
Yoochun and Junsu were at a table, sitting on opposite sides, but based on the grin on Yoochun’s face, Junsu was doing something to him under the table.
Jaejoong sat next to Yoochun, and Changmin next to Junsu.
“Are you groping him with your foot?” Jae asked.
“Maybe,” Junsu replied.
“Why aren’t you sitting next to him so you can grope him with your hand?”
“Too distracting,” Yoochun said and then moaned.
Jae laughed. Yoochun had met him up on the roof before classes earlier and proceeded to fill Jaejoong’s mind of more details than he needed. Junsu rimming Yoochun, fingering him, fucking him. Jae was tempted to have Yoochun talk dirty for awhile so he could jerk off.
“Should we move to a different table and give you two some privacy?” Jae asked as Yoochun moaned again.
Yoochun pushed his seat away from the table and Jae heard a thump as Junsu foot landed on the floor. “Later, booty.”
Junsu pouted.
Jae pulled out his calculus text book and started doing the homework that was due tomorrow. God, he hated this shit. It made no sense at all.
Changmin leaned forward and shook his head. “Come on, hyung. Tell me again. What is the derivative?”
“A form of torture,” Jae said.
Changmin sighed. “The slope of the tangent line at any given point of a function.”
“Yeah. That.”
“Look, hyung. You’re thinking about this the wrong way.” Changmin moved his chair to Jaejoong’s side of the table. He drew a sketch of a curve and then six tangent lines. “Each one of these lines has a different slope, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And what is that slope?”
“The deravertive thing.”
“Derivative. Right, so the slope of each line is a different derivative.”
“So there’s more than one derivative for each curve.”
“There are millions.”
“And?”
Changmin sighed. “Just … concentrate on the problem. When you see this, just know it’s the slope of a line. If derivative confuses you, just think of it as a slope of a tangent line.”
“Easy part, Min.”
“I showed you how to do this yesterday.”
“I know, I know. It’s just …”
“I told you it was frustrating trying to teach him,” Yoochun said.
Jae slugged him.
“Ow. Well, it is.”
“Here.” Changmin wrote out a more simple equation, biting his lip. “Wait, that won’t work out.” He erased it, and then wrote out another one. “There. Figure that one out. It’s easier than what is in the book.”
Jae stared at him. “Did you seriously just do calculus in your head? I fucking hate you.”
Changmin frowned. “Then do it yourself.” He moved his chair back.
“Sorry, Min,” Jae muttered, and then bit his lower lip and tried to do the problem Changmin had written out for him. Half way through, he growled in frustration.
“Here,” Changmin said, and practically threw a piece of paper at him.
On it were the rules of derivatives, with examples next to each.
“Thanks, Min.”
“I gave you one of those three days ago,” Changmin muttered. “You really need to memorize it.”
“It’s hard. It makes no sense.”
Changmin scoffed and finally looked up. “Look, it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand why this works, you’re not the one figuring that out. Someone else already did it for you. Just understand that it does work. And these are the rules on how it works. If you want to figure out why it works, then major in mathematics or something.”
Jae scowled, and pushed away from the table.
“Where are you going?” Yoochun asked.
“To have a cigarette before I fucking hit something. Or someone.”
Jae ignored Changmin’s sigh and left the library. He stalked down the hallway.
“Boojae!”
Jae ignored Yunho, and kept walking. He wasn’t surprised when Yunho grabbed his arm and stopped him.
“Didn’t I already have to deal with you today?” Jae demanded and flung Yunho’s arm away from him.
“Come on, Boo. I-”
“Fuck off, Yunho. I’m in the mood to hit something and you’re in front of me, so keep talking, and let’s see where this goes.”
Yunho smirked. “Trouble in paradise?”
“Fuck off.”
“Where is your gorgeous brother anyway?”
Jae turned away and walked the opposite direction of the roof. He headed for the front doors. Technically, he couldn’t smoke on school grounds, but he wasn’t leading Yunho up to the roof either. Yunho didn’t say anything, but followed him outside. Jae waited until he was on the sidewalk and then pulled out a cigarette.
“God, seriously, Boo. What’s wrong?”
“Like you care.”
“Okay, I don’t. But I’ll pretend to if you want.”
“What I really want is for you to go away and leave me alone.”
“Ah, then I’ll stay and annoy you.”
Jae let out a mouthful of smoke right in Yunho’s direction.
Yunho made a face and leaned away. “Those will kill you.”
“Right now, it’s keeping me from killing you and that stupid, smart brother of mine.”
“How can he be stupid and smart?”
“He just is. The kid can do calculus in his head.”
“Ah. And you can barely count to ten. I see the problem.”
“Fuck off, jack ass.”
“You have about ten seconds to finish that cigarette.”
“Why?”
“Principal Lee is looking at us.”
“Fuck.” Jae took another quick drag and then dropped it and snuffed it out with his foot. He turned and headed back to school.
“Were you smoking on school property, Kim Jaejoong?” Principal Lee asked.
“No, sir.”
Principal Lee sniffed.
“He wasn’t,” Yunho said. “We just had to take a break from studying.”
The principal nodded and continued on his way.
“I’d thank you for lying for me,” Jae said, “but you’re still a jack ass.”
“Says the guy who sent photos of me on my knees to everyone in school.”
“I told you to leave Changmin alone.”
Yunho sighed. “Fine. So I shouldn’t have done that, but I was really mad at you. I’m still mad at you that you would rather fuck-“
“Don’t finish that sentence. He’s my brother.”
“Then come home with me.”
“No. Been there, done that.”
“And you loved it.”
“Right up until I found you with a girl. Go find Taeyang.”
“He’s at home. Someone broke his nose and his cheek bone.”
Jae looked at his hand and shook it a bit. “No wonder my hand hurt so much yesterday.”
“Have problems jerking off?”
Jae smiled. “No problems when I don’t have to do it yourself like you. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
But Yunho followed him into the library, and sat down at their table.
“What the fuck?” Yoochun demanded.
“You know how he is,” Jae said. “He’s like a dog, begging for attention.”
“Hi, Changmin,” Yunho said.
Changmin snorted and looked back at his book.
Jae sighed and looked back at his calculus problems. There were three
more on the page that Changmin had written. And a little note that said, “Fighting!” next to them. Jae smiled, and ignoring Yunho, went back to work.
[o]
“Can I suggest something to you without you thinking I’m totally gay?”
Changmin snorted from behind his chemistry book. “No. You are totally gay.”
Jae slugged his shoulder. “I’m serious.”
“Unless the next thing out of your mouth has to do with the calculus you should be doing, then no. No suggestions.”
Jae pouted, but Changmin didn’t even look over at him, so he changed tactics. He slid his hand up Changmin’s thigh.
Changmin jerked away. “No. Do your homework.”
“Come on, Min. I’ve been doing calculus all day.”
“And it’s great that you get the basics, but you need to study more.”
Jae stood up. “And that’s my reward for finally understanding? More problems? No thank you. I guess I’ll just go take a hot bath in the jetted tub by myself.”
The book slowly lowered. Jae smirked. And then turned away and headed down the hall.
“You need to do your homework, hyung,” Changmin said, but right behind Jaejoong.
“You’ve been helping me study all week,” Jae returned. “It’s my turn to help you. Aren’t you taking biology?”
“Next year.”
“Consider it practice.”
“And what will you be helping me with?”
Jae turned around and walked up the stairs backwards, hands on Changmin’s shoulders as he followed.
“Well, you’re smart, Minnie-ah.” When they reached the top of the stairs, Jae continued to walk backwards, but he moved his hands to Changmin’s shirt and undid the buttons. “You already know about biology basics, so I was thinking I could help you with some advanced anatomy lessons.”
“Seriously, hyung, that was the worst pick up line in the history of all bad pick up lines.”
Jae fake frowned. “I’m just trying to help you.”
Changmin smiled. “Oh, you’re doing a great job,” he said as Jae unbuckled his belt.
“I feel like my efforts aren’t enough.”
“Then try harder.” Changmin’s voice spiked on the last word as Jae reached into his pants and grabbed his cock. He dragged Changmin the rest of the way into the master bathroom.
“Think we can convince our parents to never come back,” Changmin asked.
Jae laughed. “Doubtful.” He let go of Changmin and then leaned over, purposely brushing Changmin’s crotch to turn on the water in the tub. Changmin’s hands settled on his hips.
“God, I am really not looking forward to them being home.”
Jae turned in Changmin’s. “Do you mind not talking about our parents with your erection pressed against my ass?”
Changmin grinned. “Sorry. It just sucks.”
“I know. We’re going to have to spend a lot more time over at Yoochun’s house.”
Changmin made a face.
“What?”
“Yoochun is a pervert.”
Jae laughed. “Yeah. He is. Now. No more talking.”
Changmin smiled and kissed him. Both sets of hands took off clothes, and Jae was pretty sure he lost a couple of buttons. They kissed until the tub was full, and then with difficulty, Jae pulled away.
“You first,” he said and Changmin climbed into the tub. Jae hit the button for the jets and then climbed in after him. They sat, chest to back, with Changmin’s arms and legs wrapped around Jaejoong. Jae sighed and relaxed, letting the hot water calm his muscles. His body was still sore from the fight. And his shoulder was bruised where Yunho had slammed him up against a locker.
Changmin pressed kisses down his cheek and neck. “You were right.”
“Hmm?”
“This is totally gay.”
Jae laughed and reached for a bottle. “Here. Be productive and wash my hair.”
“Then the water’s going to get all soapy.”
“We’ll rinse off in the shower. Now wash.”
Changmin kissed below his ear. “You’re needy.”
“Shut up and pamper me.”
Jae leaned forward a bit, and groaned when Changmin’s fingers massaged his scalp.
The attention went on longer than what was strictly necessary for washing, and then Changmin’s fingers dropped to Jae’s neck and shoulders.
“Feels good, Minnie-ah.”
“My turn?”
Jae sighed. “If I must.”
Changmin shoved him away.
Jae laughed. “Turn around.” Jae returned the favor of clean hair and a mini-neck massage. And then he let his hands drop lower, under the water.
“Min?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you trust me?” Jae slid his hands around Changmin’s hip.
“Well, that’s a loaded question.”
“I’m serious.”
“In regards to what?”
“Your other virginity.” Jae wrapped his hand around Changmin’s half erect cock.
Changmin froze and looked over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised.
Jae smiled, keeping his strokes slow. Changmin grew completely hard in his hand. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I really don’t mind, but if you want to try it, then I don’t mind that either.”
Changmin spun around and ducked under the water, rinsing most of the soap off of him. When he resurfaced, he trapped Jae against the edge of the tub, hands resting on the edge.
“We’ll stop if you don’t like it,” Jae said, hand finding Changmin’s cock again. “I just-“
Changmin kissed him to shut him up. “One condition.”
“What?”
“Calculus afterwards.”
Jae groaned. “God, Min, talk about spoiling a moment.”
Changmin chuckled. “Come on. Let’s rinse off.”
Part 10: Fucking ... yeah, Fucking
Part 8: Hitting your Face
Part 7: Protecting What's Mine
Part 6: Thrusting Into Insanity
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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