Smarty Smarty 5/?
Title: Smarty Smarty 5/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Jaejoong (and subsequent combinations), Yunho/Donghae, Heechul/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd all go to college and major in Sexy.
Summary: Jaejoong misses Yunho so much, but he still has his Yoochun, and they both are facing more challenges than merely trying to turn their roommates gay. Will being in college and away from Yunho tear them apart, or only push them closer?
Warnings: Older Yunho (40 yrs old), Younger Jaejoong (18)
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Naughty Naughty. And because it's a sequel, and the original was dedicated to my loverly Jules (julili) this one will be as well. I love you, my darling. ♥♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to candybow for finding a cool picture to use and to markieyumeutau for actually making the poster. Thank you darlings!!! ♥♥♥
Part 5:
Yoochun wasn’t sure how he went from sitting at Heechul’s keyboard to spreading his legs on Heechul’s bed. Something about a hand on his shoulder, lips on his neck, a chair rolling across the floor and then a bed, but hell, he sure wasn’t complaining. Heechul knelt behind him, between his legs, hands cupping his bare ass, squeezing, spreading.
“I know you top with Jaejoong,” Heechul said, and Yoochun knew there was a smirk on his face, “but you don’t mind if we switch it up, do you?”
“Switching is my specialty,” Yoochun said, with an answering smirk over his shoulder.
Heechul chuckled. He laid his naked body over Yoochun’s, his cock nestling perfectly between the curves of his ass. Yoochun sighed in contentment, mewling when Heechul bit and sucked on his neck and shoulders. The bites got harder as Heechul continued down his back, pulling little cries of pleasurable pain from Yoochun’s throat. His hands gripped Yoochun’s ass again. At the first lick across his hole, Yoochun moaned and buried his face in his arms. Heechul teased him, dragging his tongue over his opening, followed by a well manicured fingernail, and then a tongue again. When he finally started prepping Yoochun with his fingers, Yoochun was an incoherent mess.
“Tell me about this mess with Junsu.”
Yoochun scoffed. Heechul said it so casually, like he didn’t have two fingers buried in Yoochun’s ass, like Yoochun was just there to file a complaint.
“Preacher kid,” Yoochun managed. “Arrogant, pissy.”
“With a nice ass.”
“Fuck yes.”
“And you are determined to show him the error of his ways.”
“Yes. Show him the blinding light of orgasm is brighter than the light of religion.”
Heechul laughed. After removing his fingers, he slapped Yoochun’s ass. “Hands and knees, horny bitch.”
Yoochun scoffed, but did as he was told. There was a crinkle of plastic that made Yoochun pause. God, he hadn’t used a condom in a long time, unnecessary when his bed partners were Jaejoong and Yunho. A bottle of lube snapped open and the fingers were back, warm and slick.
Yoochun lowered his head to his arms and moaned.
“Just don’t do anything else to Junsu that is going to be considered sexual harassment, okay?”
Yoochun made an agreeing noise and wiggled his ass.
Heechul’s cock prodded his whole and Yoochun pushed back, whimpering when the head of his cock forced its way into his tight body.
“Been awhile, huh?”
Yoochun grunted. “Like you said, I usually fuck Jaejoong.”
It took two more thrusts for Heechul’s body to press against Yoochun. He paused, asked Yoochun if he was alright and then started fucking him, steady, firm, when Yoochun said yes.
“God,” Yoochun said, voice hitching when the tip of Heechul’s cock slid against his prostate.
“Not my name, just my title.”
Yoochun moaned. “Such a fantastic god.”
“That I am.”
“And beautiful, and snarky and …” Yoochun stopped to moan, whimper when Heechul’s hand wrapped around his cock. His strokes matched the thrusts, and it was slow and Yoochun wanted it faster, harder, but Heechul seemed the type to do things his own way, so Yoochun relaxed and let his pleasure build.
“If you come on my bed I’m going to be fucking pissed,” Heechul said.
Yoochun chuckled, moaning as he thrust back onto Heechul’s cock. “Better let me turn over then.”
Heechul protested as Yoochun pulled away and flipped to his back.
“I hate looking at people when I fuck them,” Heechul said and crossed his arms.
Yoochun pulled his knees up, holding him with his hands. “Why? Because no one is as pretty as you are, and you hate looking at ugly?”
Heechul smirked. “How’d you guess?”
“I don’t want to look at you either, because you’re so pretty, it hurts.”
Heechul leaned over him, lips close. “Flatterer, and a liar.” His cock slipped back into Yoochun’s hole. “I guess you’re hot enough to look at.”
“Gee. Thanks.”
Heechul kissed him, speeding up, steady no longer his goal. Yoochun let go of one leg, wrapping it around Heechul’s hip. He stroked his cock with his free hand, whimpering as his orgasm built between them. It wasn’t much longer that he was shuddering and shaking into the kiss, and losing himself, covering his stomach in come. He felt Heechul smile against his lips, and the thrusts slowed. Heechul’s body was quivering, and while his movements continued to throw aftershocks along Yoochun’s skin, he shuddered, bit Yoochun’s lower lip, and groaned as he came.
Two deep breaths of recovering and Heechul pushed away from him. He pulled off the condom and got up.
“Don’t you fall asleep in my bed, bastard,” he said over his shoulder. “Come shower with me.”
“Yes, my lord,” Yoochun said, voice tired and sated.
Heechul smiled at him. “And obedient. You’re such a good disciple.”
“The best,” Yoochun said and finally rolled out of the bed and followed Heechul into his bathroom.
~+~+~+~
Jaejoong lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He wore his pajama bottoms and had brushed his teeth and made it look like he was going to bed, but he doubted he’d sleep.
Besides the three of them, Changmin was the only one who knew of their little threesome arrangement. It had been odd telling someone, telling someone practically everything about himself. Even the time before Yunho, when his foster father had threatened him with being tossed back into the foster house if he told anyone that he was fucking Jaejoong. Not that Jaejoong cared at the time. He let the man believe he had power over the quivering, scared act that Jaejoong had presented. The man was sloppy, and just like he knew would happen, the wife had caught them.
Of course, it was all his fault. It was always his fault.
“Jae-Jaejoong?” Junsu whispered.
“What?” he snapped.
“Were you really molested?”
Jae snorted. “What do you care?”
“Well, if you were, then it’s not your fault-“
Jae snorted again.
“-for how you are, and the Lord would forgive you if you stopped doing it.”
Jae sighed. “Can we not do this tonight, Junsu, please? I don’t believe in your lord or your god or in being forgiven. I’ve done enough stuff in my life that it’s going to take a lot more than just me no longer wanting a cock in my ass for your religion to bestow its forgiveness.”
“Everyone can be forgiven.”
“True. You’re forgiven for being a bigoted, ignorant, arrogant preacher kid, but only because you have a nice enough ass that I’m willing to look past your flaws.”
“Why do you think my beliefs are flaws?” Junsu asked.
Jae finally met his eyes. “I don’t. I think your methods are your flaws. Everyone has free choice, free will, agency. And everyone has the right to be how and who they are. When you speak against that right, then you are flawed, no matter what you believe. Now shut up before I feel like tying you to your bed and making you believe in my truth.”
Junsu took a quick breath, and Jae realized what he had said.
He sighed. “Fuck, Su, I’m not going to rape you. It was a fucking joke.”
“Excuse me for not thinking it was funny.”
Jae rolled on his side and ignored Junsu when he tried to say something else. Junsu got ready for bed, and then turned the light off. Jae sighed in relief and lay on his back again.
“Dear God-”
Jae groaned and muffled it quickly. Respect, Heechul had said, and if that meant he had to be silent while Junsu prayed then he would.
“I’m confused.”
No kidding.
“I’m trying to spread your word, your love, but no one wants to hear it. Am I trying too hard? Or am I wrong?”
Ding, ding, ding, give the kid a medal.
“I want to be friends and have friends, but Mother always said to be friends with those who are righteous. No one is righteous here, at least, not religious. It’s not like they’re bad guys. They’re nice and funny. Am I destined to be alone-”
Jae tried to ignore the sudden lump in his throat. How many times had he asked himself that question?
“-or can I be friends with them? It’d be easier if only they’d understand. You love them, I know it. But they don’t. I want them to feel that you love them, but they won’t listen to me, and now they’re all angry with me. Jaejoong and Yoochun say I’m arrogant, but I try not to be, am I falling into Satan’s prideful trap, thinking I am better than them?”
Wow. Another medal.
“Please help me, guide me, so they won’t be mad anymore. And please help Jaejoong.”
Jae stopped breathing.
“I don’t have to know the details to know that he’s going through so much, too much, and even if he doesn’t believe in you, fill his heart with comfort, so he doesn’t have to suffer so much.”
Junsu started rattling off scriptures, and Jae stopped listening. He doubted anyone had ever prayed for him before. Yes, it was bullshit in his mind, but Junsu believed that there was someone up there to give Jae peace.
Long after Junsu climbed into bed, Jae lay awake. He was certain that the other wasn’t asleep yet. Very softly, he whispered, “Thank you.”
The only indication that Junsu heard him was a quick intake of breath, but for Jae that was enough.
~+~+~+~
Jaejoong didn’t think that Yoochun would have had sex with Heechul until his best friend winced as he sat next to him in their Introduction to Composing class.
“Slut,” Jae said with a smile.
Yoochun grinned. “Disciple, actually. From now on, Heechul is my religion.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Sex all night long. I think I finally passed out at four this morning.”
Jae laughed, and then grew tense as Changmin sat next to Yoochun. Yesterday, he’d sat next to Jaejoong.
“Hey, Min,” Yoochun said, but Jae couldn’t even look at him. He turned away and bit his lower lip and stared at the table top.
Yoochun looked between the two of them and said, “Alright. Someone tell me what’s going on?”
Changmin remained silent, lips pressed together as he pulled out his notebook.
“I told him about Yunho,” Jae whispered.
“Ah. And?”
Changmin met his eyes for a moment and then Jaejoong’s and whispered, “And I’m thinking about it.”
“Guess that’s good enough, right Jaejoong?”
Jae stared hard at the side of Changmin’s face. “It’s more than I hoped for.”
Changmin’s cheeks turned pink.
Awkwardness fell over them as the teacher called class to order.
Jaejoong hadn’t slept much. He’d been awake most of the night, thinking of what Junsu had said in his prayer. Peace hadn’t come, but at least he knew more about why Junsu was acting the way he did. It’d been easier to greet him in the morning, and talk to him like he wasn’t a selfish, religious bastard.
The hard part was going to be convincing Yoochun.
Every time Junsu turned around, sneaking a glance at them from the front of the class, Yoochun scowled.
When class ended, Junsu was one of the first ones headed to the door, obviously avoiding the three of them, but Jae was quick and snagged his shirt at his elbow. Junsu stopped, eyes widening a bit, and then filling with dull panic when he met Yoochun’s eyes.
“Come and eat lunch with us later,” Jae said quickly.
“What?” Yoochun said.
Jae motioned with his hand to shut up. “Please?”
Junsu swallowed, and then nodded. “Okay. Commons?”
“Yeah.” Jae released him and Junsu bolted.
“What the fuck is that?” Yoochun demanded.
Jae smiled. “I’ll tell you on the way to class. Come on. Or we’ll be late.”
Part 6: different ways to cope
Part 4: moving backwards
Part 3: moving forward
Part 2: In the Other Dorm Room
Part 1: In the Dorm Room
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Jaejoong (and subsequent combinations), Yunho/Donghae, Heechul/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd all go to college and major in Sexy.
Summary: Jaejoong misses Yunho so much, but he still has his Yoochun, and they both are facing more challenges than merely trying to turn their roommates gay. Will being in college and away from Yunho tear them apart, or only push them closer?
Warnings: Older Yunho (40 yrs old), Younger Jaejoong (18)
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Naughty Naughty. And because it's a sequel, and the original was dedicated to my loverly Jules (julili) this one will be as well. I love you, my darling. ♥♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to candybow for finding a cool picture to use and to markieyumeutau for actually making the poster. Thank you darlings!!! ♥♥♥
Part 5:
Yoochun wasn’t sure how he went from sitting at Heechul’s keyboard to spreading his legs on Heechul’s bed. Something about a hand on his shoulder, lips on his neck, a chair rolling across the floor and then a bed, but hell, he sure wasn’t complaining. Heechul knelt behind him, between his legs, hands cupping his bare ass, squeezing, spreading.
“I know you top with Jaejoong,” Heechul said, and Yoochun knew there was a smirk on his face, “but you don’t mind if we switch it up, do you?”
“Switching is my specialty,” Yoochun said, with an answering smirk over his shoulder.
Heechul chuckled. He laid his naked body over Yoochun’s, his cock nestling perfectly between the curves of his ass. Yoochun sighed in contentment, mewling when Heechul bit and sucked on his neck and shoulders. The bites got harder as Heechul continued down his back, pulling little cries of pleasurable pain from Yoochun’s throat. His hands gripped Yoochun’s ass again. At the first lick across his hole, Yoochun moaned and buried his face in his arms. Heechul teased him, dragging his tongue over his opening, followed by a well manicured fingernail, and then a tongue again. When he finally started prepping Yoochun with his fingers, Yoochun was an incoherent mess.
“Tell me about this mess with Junsu.”
Yoochun scoffed. Heechul said it so casually, like he didn’t have two fingers buried in Yoochun’s ass, like Yoochun was just there to file a complaint.
“Preacher kid,” Yoochun managed. “Arrogant, pissy.”
“With a nice ass.”
“Fuck yes.”
“And you are determined to show him the error of his ways.”
“Yes. Show him the blinding light of orgasm is brighter than the light of religion.”
Heechul laughed. After removing his fingers, he slapped Yoochun’s ass. “Hands and knees, horny bitch.”
Yoochun scoffed, but did as he was told. There was a crinkle of plastic that made Yoochun pause. God, he hadn’t used a condom in a long time, unnecessary when his bed partners were Jaejoong and Yunho. A bottle of lube snapped open and the fingers were back, warm and slick.
Yoochun lowered his head to his arms and moaned.
“Just don’t do anything else to Junsu that is going to be considered sexual harassment, okay?”
Yoochun made an agreeing noise and wiggled his ass.
Heechul’s cock prodded his whole and Yoochun pushed back, whimpering when the head of his cock forced its way into his tight body.
“Been awhile, huh?”
Yoochun grunted. “Like you said, I usually fuck Jaejoong.”
It took two more thrusts for Heechul’s body to press against Yoochun. He paused, asked Yoochun if he was alright and then started fucking him, steady, firm, when Yoochun said yes.
“God,” Yoochun said, voice hitching when the tip of Heechul’s cock slid against his prostate.
“Not my name, just my title.”
Yoochun moaned. “Such a fantastic god.”
“That I am.”
“And beautiful, and snarky and …” Yoochun stopped to moan, whimper when Heechul’s hand wrapped around his cock. His strokes matched the thrusts, and it was slow and Yoochun wanted it faster, harder, but Heechul seemed the type to do things his own way, so Yoochun relaxed and let his pleasure build.
“If you come on my bed I’m going to be fucking pissed,” Heechul said.
Yoochun chuckled, moaning as he thrust back onto Heechul’s cock. “Better let me turn over then.”
Heechul protested as Yoochun pulled away and flipped to his back.
“I hate looking at people when I fuck them,” Heechul said and crossed his arms.
Yoochun pulled his knees up, holding him with his hands. “Why? Because no one is as pretty as you are, and you hate looking at ugly?”
Heechul smirked. “How’d you guess?”
“I don’t want to look at you either, because you’re so pretty, it hurts.”
Heechul leaned over him, lips close. “Flatterer, and a liar.” His cock slipped back into Yoochun’s hole. “I guess you’re hot enough to look at.”
“Gee. Thanks.”
Heechul kissed him, speeding up, steady no longer his goal. Yoochun let go of one leg, wrapping it around Heechul’s hip. He stroked his cock with his free hand, whimpering as his orgasm built between them. It wasn’t much longer that he was shuddering and shaking into the kiss, and losing himself, covering his stomach in come. He felt Heechul smile against his lips, and the thrusts slowed. Heechul’s body was quivering, and while his movements continued to throw aftershocks along Yoochun’s skin, he shuddered, bit Yoochun’s lower lip, and groaned as he came.
Two deep breaths of recovering and Heechul pushed away from him. He pulled off the condom and got up.
“Don’t you fall asleep in my bed, bastard,” he said over his shoulder. “Come shower with me.”
“Yes, my lord,” Yoochun said, voice tired and sated.
Heechul smiled at him. “And obedient. You’re such a good disciple.”
“The best,” Yoochun said and finally rolled out of the bed and followed Heechul into his bathroom.
~+~+~+~
Jaejoong lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He wore his pajama bottoms and had brushed his teeth and made it look like he was going to bed, but he doubted he’d sleep.
Besides the three of them, Changmin was the only one who knew of their little threesome arrangement. It had been odd telling someone, telling someone practically everything about himself. Even the time before Yunho, when his foster father had threatened him with being tossed back into the foster house if he told anyone that he was fucking Jaejoong. Not that Jaejoong cared at the time. He let the man believe he had power over the quivering, scared act that Jaejoong had presented. The man was sloppy, and just like he knew would happen, the wife had caught them.
Of course, it was all his fault. It was always his fault.
“Jae-Jaejoong?” Junsu whispered.
“What?” he snapped.
“Were you really molested?”
Jae snorted. “What do you care?”
“Well, if you were, then it’s not your fault-“
Jae snorted again.
“-for how you are, and the Lord would forgive you if you stopped doing it.”
Jae sighed. “Can we not do this tonight, Junsu, please? I don’t believe in your lord or your god or in being forgiven. I’ve done enough stuff in my life that it’s going to take a lot more than just me no longer wanting a cock in my ass for your religion to bestow its forgiveness.”
“Everyone can be forgiven.”
“True. You’re forgiven for being a bigoted, ignorant, arrogant preacher kid, but only because you have a nice enough ass that I’m willing to look past your flaws.”
“Why do you think my beliefs are flaws?” Junsu asked.
Jae finally met his eyes. “I don’t. I think your methods are your flaws. Everyone has free choice, free will, agency. And everyone has the right to be how and who they are. When you speak against that right, then you are flawed, no matter what you believe. Now shut up before I feel like tying you to your bed and making you believe in my truth.”
Junsu took a quick breath, and Jae realized what he had said.
He sighed. “Fuck, Su, I’m not going to rape you. It was a fucking joke.”
“Excuse me for not thinking it was funny.”
Jae rolled on his side and ignored Junsu when he tried to say something else. Junsu got ready for bed, and then turned the light off. Jae sighed in relief and lay on his back again.
“Dear God-”
Jae groaned and muffled it quickly. Respect, Heechul had said, and if that meant he had to be silent while Junsu prayed then he would.
“I’m confused.”
No kidding.
“I’m trying to spread your word, your love, but no one wants to hear it. Am I trying too hard? Or am I wrong?”
Ding, ding, ding, give the kid a medal.
“I want to be friends and have friends, but Mother always said to be friends with those who are righteous. No one is righteous here, at least, not religious. It’s not like they’re bad guys. They’re nice and funny. Am I destined to be alone-”
Jae tried to ignore the sudden lump in his throat. How many times had he asked himself that question?
“-or can I be friends with them? It’d be easier if only they’d understand. You love them, I know it. But they don’t. I want them to feel that you love them, but they won’t listen to me, and now they’re all angry with me. Jaejoong and Yoochun say I’m arrogant, but I try not to be, am I falling into Satan’s prideful trap, thinking I am better than them?”
Wow. Another medal.
“Please help me, guide me, so they won’t be mad anymore. And please help Jaejoong.”
Jae stopped breathing.
“I don’t have to know the details to know that he’s going through so much, too much, and even if he doesn’t believe in you, fill his heart with comfort, so he doesn’t have to suffer so much.”
Junsu started rattling off scriptures, and Jae stopped listening. He doubted anyone had ever prayed for him before. Yes, it was bullshit in his mind, but Junsu believed that there was someone up there to give Jae peace.
Long after Junsu climbed into bed, Jae lay awake. He was certain that the other wasn’t asleep yet. Very softly, he whispered, “Thank you.”
The only indication that Junsu heard him was a quick intake of breath, but for Jae that was enough.
~+~+~+~
Jaejoong didn’t think that Yoochun would have had sex with Heechul until his best friend winced as he sat next to him in their Introduction to Composing class.
“Slut,” Jae said with a smile.
Yoochun grinned. “Disciple, actually. From now on, Heechul is my religion.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Sex all night long. I think I finally passed out at four this morning.”
Jae laughed, and then grew tense as Changmin sat next to Yoochun. Yesterday, he’d sat next to Jaejoong.
“Hey, Min,” Yoochun said, but Jae couldn’t even look at him. He turned away and bit his lower lip and stared at the table top.
Yoochun looked between the two of them and said, “Alright. Someone tell me what’s going on?”
Changmin remained silent, lips pressed together as he pulled out his notebook.
“I told him about Yunho,” Jae whispered.
“Ah. And?”
Changmin met his eyes for a moment and then Jaejoong’s and whispered, “And I’m thinking about it.”
“Guess that’s good enough, right Jaejoong?”
Jae stared hard at the side of Changmin’s face. “It’s more than I hoped for.”
Changmin’s cheeks turned pink.
Awkwardness fell over them as the teacher called class to order.
Jaejoong hadn’t slept much. He’d been awake most of the night, thinking of what Junsu had said in his prayer. Peace hadn’t come, but at least he knew more about why Junsu was acting the way he did. It’d been easier to greet him in the morning, and talk to him like he wasn’t a selfish, religious bastard.
The hard part was going to be convincing Yoochun.
Every time Junsu turned around, sneaking a glance at them from the front of the class, Yoochun scowled.
When class ended, Junsu was one of the first ones headed to the door, obviously avoiding the three of them, but Jae was quick and snagged his shirt at his elbow. Junsu stopped, eyes widening a bit, and then filling with dull panic when he met Yoochun’s eyes.
“Come and eat lunch with us later,” Jae said quickly.
“What?” Yoochun said.
Jae motioned with his hand to shut up. “Please?”
Junsu swallowed, and then nodded. “Okay. Commons?”
“Yeah.” Jae released him and Junsu bolted.
“What the fuck is that?” Yoochun demanded.
Jae smiled. “I’ll tell you on the way to class. Come on. Or we’ll be late.”
Part 6: different ways to cope
Part 4: moving backwards
Part 3: moving forward
Part 2: In the Other Dorm Room
Part 1: In the Dorm Room
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