Title: Smarty Smarty 8/?
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 8:
Yoochun walked into his dorm room. “Junsu, go get your pajamas. You’re going to be sleeping here tonight. Yunho and Jaejoong need some time.”
Changmin scoffed and rolled over, his back to Yoochun.
Yoochun contemplated shouting at him, but then just left it. Changmin knew what was going on. If he was going to be a dick about it, then Yoochun wouldn’t stop him.
“Are they … covered?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun smirked. “I told them you were going to come in, so they should be.”
“Okay.” He slipped from the room.
“Are you willing to give up your bed, so Junsu can sleep there?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin looked over his shoulder. “What?”
“Well, I doubt Junsu is going to want to sleep with either of us, and I don’t want him sleeping with me, so-”
“Yeah, whatever.” Changmin stood up and went into the bathroom.
Yoochun contemplated him for a moment and then followed after him. He still had dried come all over his skin anyway. Changmin was brushing his teeth. Yoochun stripped down, noted how Changmin’s eyes traced over his body once, and then jumped in the shower for a quick wash.
When he returned to the room, both of the others were in bed, and the silence was thick.
“This is a lovely sleepover,” Yoochun muttered as he turned off the light. He settled in bed next to Changmin, and lay there for a few minutes, listening to the other two breathe. Changmin’s breath was labored, angry, and tense.
Yoochun knew the easiest way to calm him down. He also knew that Jaejoong genuinely liked Changmin. He thought briefly of what was going on in Jaejoong’s room, and then smiled. Jaejoong was going to be fucking pissed at him, but in this twisted mess of sex and who belongs to whom, Yoochun could always claim innocence. He rolled on his side, facing Changmin’s back and let a hand fall to the other’s hip.
Changmin jerked, but had no where to pull away to since he was between the wall and Yoochun.
“Please don’t touch me,” he whispered.
“Jae said he kissed you today,” Yoochun said.
Changmin tensed even further. He said nothing.
“How was it?”
Changmin scoffed. “Fine until Yunho showed up.”
“Left you will blue balls, did he?”
“Hyung, if this is some ploy to hit on me or get in my pants or something, just stop it. I’m not in the mood.”
Yoochun slid closer until he was spooning the younger kid. His hand slid around Changmin’s hip and he pressed his lips to the back of Changmin’s neck.
“You caught me. Shame on me.”
He licked a strip up to Changmin’s ear.
“Do I have to tell you no one more time?”
Yoochun lightly caressed the hard on tenting Changmin’s pajama bottoms. “If you want to.”
Changmin shuddered. “What about Jaejoong?”
“Jaejoong is fucking Yunho at the moment.”
Changmin didn’t reply, nor did he stop Yoochun from gripping his erection and stroking.
“You know things are complicated,” Yoochun whispered, lips against Changmin’s ear again.
“You said he liked me.”
“He does like you.”
“Do you like me? Or is this just-“
“-an excuse to get off?” Yoochun asked, thrusting his hips against Changmin’s body. “Yes to both.”
Changmin sighed and rolled to his back. “Jaejoong frustrates me,” he whispered.
“Yeah.”
“I really like him.”
“Then you’re going to have to get used to coming in second to Yunho.”
“Third. You’re after Yunho.”
“That’s true, but while they’re being together, there’s nothing stopping us from being together.”
Yoochun pressed their lips together. Changmin kissed him back, surprisingly dominate as he wrapped his hands in Yoochun’s hair and forced his lips open. Yoochun let him and sped up his strokes on Changmin’s cock. Changmin moaned, hips arching into the touch.
“One thing you have to learn, dongsaeng, is that pleasure and love are not the same thing.” Yoochun slipped his hand under the waistband of Changmin’s sweats. Changmin whimpered when Yoochun’s hand wrapped around his erection. “Pleasure is a necessity. Love is a burden. Whether Jaejoong likes you or not, never think it’s love. He loves Yunho. And as I’m sure you noticed, Jaejoong is a mess of emotions when it comes to Yunho. You should take pleasure from wherever you can get it, and from whoever is offering.”
“Sounds like you’re saying I should be a slut,” Changmin said even as he thrust into Yoochun’s hand.
“There’s a slut inside all of us. Including Preacher Boy over there.”
Changmin smiled, and then his eyes shut with a moan. “Fuck, Yoochun.”
“Confusing-Jaejoong-Lesson-Of-The-Day learned?’ Yoochun asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. Can I suck on you now?”
“God, please.”
Yoochun pressed his lips against Changmin’s and then down his jaw and across his chest. He only licked at his nipples for a moment, but based on the hitch of breath, Yoochun knew he’d be back to really pay attention to them later. Changmin’s cock was pulsing in his hand, ready to come, so Yoochun traced his tongue around the head, pressure all around, before sliding his lips around the head and taking half of Changmin into his mouth. Jaejoong would definitely be able to take all of him, but Yoochun wasn’t going to press his luck.
He sucked on Changmin’s cock, quick and efficient, stroking the lower half with his hand.
Changmin moaned, biting his lip against a shout that he didn’t quiet hold back as he came into Yoochun’s mouth.
Yoochun swallowed, sucked and played until Changmin tugged on his hair with a whine. He kissed up Changmin’s stomach and heaving chest.
“I want to do more,” Yoochun said and pressed their lips together, “but I also don’t want Junsu to wake up and be offended.”
“I’m not sure I could handle more, hyung.”
Yoochun kissed his shoulder. “Until tomorrow then.”
~+~+~+~
Yunho held Jae close. His shaking didn’t stop for a few long minutes.
A few knocks landed on the door, and it opened slowly.
“Is it safe to come in?” a quiet voice whispered.
Yunho tugged on the blankets until they were covering Jae’s naked body. “Yes,” he said.
Junsu, the religious one, came into the room, cheeks red, without looking at either of them.
“I’m sorry,” Yunho said immediately, startling the kid. “I should go.”
“No, no,” Junsu said, quickly, trying to bow and gather things and not look at them all at the same time. “I’ll sleep in the other room. Yoochun says Jae needs you, and I-it’s okay, please. Just … I’m just going to get my things, and-”
Yunho smiled at his nervousness. When he bent over, Yunho realized why Jae wanted his ass so much. It was perfect.
“Thank you, Junsu-shi, for letting me intrude.”
“Oh, it’s not problem,” Junsu muttered and then yelped when he looked up, lost focus and kicked an open drawer. “I’m … yeah, I’m just going to go. See you later, Yunho-shi. Take care of Jaejoong.”
“I will.”
“I’ll lock the door and make sure no one bothers you,” he said, blushing beat red, he held up a tie and then the door shut, the locked clicked and they were alone again.
“Jae, talk to me,” Yunho said.
“No. Just hold me, please.”
Yunho sighed and held him, let his face bury into his neck. “Can I talk, will you listen?”
“Yes.”
“I love you so much. The thought of you with Changmin really upsets me. And I know that you’re upset about Donghae. We can’t do this, to ourselves or to each other.”
Jae propped up on an elbow and stared at Yunho carefully. “The next sentence out of your mouth is either going to break my heart or make me want to kiss you forever.”
Yunho smiled. “Probably.”
Jae kissed him, pushed him to the bed. “I know you, Yunho. I know which one you’re going to say.” Jae crawled over him, straddling his waist.
Yunho frowned. He stopped Jae from kissing him again. “What do you mean?”
“You always try to protect people, and do the right thing,” Jae sort of smiled. “Well, except with me. You seem to do the opposite with me.”
“What? Two years and-”
“I know.” Jae’s breath hitched against his tears. “Love me,” he whispered. “Please.”
Yunho nodded. He gripped Jae’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. It was slow and passionate, steady cooperation of tongue and lips and teeth. It broke only long enough to pull Yunho’s shirt over his head. Jae’s hands gripped chest muscles while Yunho’s slid up and down his back.
There was familiarity there, for both of them. It wasn’t challenging to find the spots that made the other crazy with need. And they both begged for more with their kiss, not needing to actually say anything. Jae followed the well known path down Yunho’s body. Shoulders, collar bone, chest, stomach. Yunho lifted his hips at the right moment for Jae to finish undressing him.
Jae took Yunho’s erection in his hand. He licked around the head, and then down the length, falling immediately into the task of driving Yunho insane. He licked and bit and sucked, but never enough to pleasure, only enough to tease.
“God, Jaejoong, please.” Yunho’s hands tangled in his hair, pushing and pulling Jae up and down his cock. After one pull, Jae let his cock fall away. He kissed the bend of Yunho’s hip and then rolled out of bed, padding naked to his dresser. The top drawer was his toy drawer and he contemplated a gag or restraints for a moment, and then decided against it. The last time Yunho had restrained and beaten him, the sex had been almost too good. Jaejoong wanted to keep that memory.
He grabbed a bottle of lube and covered his fingers with it as he walked back to the bed. He stroked Yunho’s cock again, covering, and then straddled his hips. Yunho held his erection up, and Jae’s eyes shut at the feeling of it poised to enter him.
With a bitter sigh, Jae sat, lowering himself on Yunho’s cock. He didn’t stop until Yunho was completely inside him, and then he rocked, not lifting up.
Yunho’s hands fell to Jae’s hips, his moans filled the rooms.
This was Jae’s favorite thing. Less about sex and more about connecting. There had been times where he and Yunho did nothing else for hours.
Yunho’s fingers traced up his sides and twisted his nipples, pulling a satisfied moan from Jae’s throat. He kept his hips rocking steadily. He wasn’t sure how long it took for pleasure to build in him, the need for more to overpower the feeling of completeness he’d only ever felt with Yunho. Leaning forward, he pressed their lips together in a breathy kiss. He lifted his hips up and down, taking the rhythm from just the rocking and moving it to the fucking. Yunho’s hands went back to his hips, pushing and encouraging him to do more.
“Your cock has always felt so good,” Jae whispered to the shuddering lips below his.
“Everything about you feels good,” Yunho returned. “I’ll never find someone else like you, Jaejoong. Ever.”
Tears welled in Jae’s eyes even as the pleasure in his body grew. They said nothing else, but stayed connected with bodies and lips. Jae didn’t speed up, or shift for a different angle. They stayed together, for hours, days, years. Sweat gathered on their heated skin. Jae came without Yunho touching him, letting pleasure flow and ebb and build until it spilled between their bodies.
Yunho followed minutes hours days later, his orgasm no less insistent than the first one, and he filled Jae’s body up. They kissed through the aftershocks and then Jae pulled away, eyes shut. He lifted his body and let Yunho’s cock fall out of his hole before snuggling close. Silent tears ran down his cheeks as he found his spot against Yunho’s body.
Yunho waited until Jae stopped shaking. He waited for a few minutes longer than he should have. Jae wasn’t asleep. Yunho knew that tonight, neither of them would sleep. He kissed Jae’s forehead.
He slipped from the bed and stood in the middle of the room for a moment. Slowly, prolonging the inevitable, he dressed.
Jae’s body jerked when he opened the door.
“I love you so much,” Yunho whispered, and then left everything behind. Yunho couldn’t remember the last time he cried, but as he walked away from Jaejoong, he didn’t bother to try to stop the tears running down his cheeks.
~+~+~+~
Junsu lay staring at the ceiling, listening to Changmin and Yoochun whisper. They were talking too quietly for him to understand, but Jaejoong’s name had filtered through the whispers.
And then Changmin moaned, and the noises changed, kissing, muffled thwaps, moans, culminating in an agonized shout that made Junsu blush in the dark and his mind to start wondering what Yoochun had done to Changmin to cause him to make that noise. He squeezed his eyes shut and whispered a silent prayer for that feeling to go away.
Part 9:
emotional drama Part 7:
physical dramaPart 6:
different ways to copePart 5:
different ways to worshipPart 4:
moving backwardsPart 3:
moving forwardPart 2:
In the Other Dorm RoomPart 1:
In the Dorm Room .