Smarty Smarty 10/?
Title: Smarty Smarty 10/?
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 10:
Jae could not relax, or concentrate. Yoochun had sent him a text a half hour before saying that Yunho was almost there. Yoochun told Jaejoong in no uncertain terms was he seeing Yunho again so soon, and that he would give Yunho his wallet back. He sent Yunho a text before Jae could stop him, telling him that Jae wasn’t ready to see him again.
Yoochun had held Jae after, and Jae knew that he was right.
But now he was more than freaking out. He paced their dorm room, back and forth between their beds. Junsu was at his desk, trying to study, but shot irritated and then concerned eyes at Jaejoong.
“Jae. Sit.”
Jae pouted and crossed his arms. “I can’t sit.”
“Please. You’re driving me crazy.”
Jae stuck his tongue out at him and then smirked. He took two steps to Junsu’s chair and sat in his lap. “There. Better?”
Junsu swallowed and blushed. “N-no.”
Jae leaned back, using the desk as support. He hooked his fingers around the back of Junsu’s neck. “You didn’t specify where, now did you?”
“Please move,” Junsu said, barely a whisper. His eyes were shut tight. Jaejoong knew the signs of someone trying to control themselves.
He sighed and said, “Normally, I’d exploit this situation to my advantage and take what I want from you,” Jae said as he climbed off Junsu’s lap.
Jae flopped on his bed.
Junsu sighed. “I think I just want to get it over with,” he muttered.
“What?” Jae said.
“This whole kissing thing. I just …”
“No girls in this room, Su-ah.”
“I know. Will you kiss me?”
Jae scoffed and propped up on his elbows.
Junsu was looking anywhere but him, cheeks a bright red.
“Are you fucking serious?”
Junsu lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I-I’ve been thinking about it, and …”
“And suddenly being gay is okay?”
“It’s not okay, but …”
Jae snorted and let himself fall back to the bed. “Yeah, no thanks.”
“Didn’t you say college was time for experiments? Maybe I’ll like it.”
“Oh, Su, that’s the problem,” Jae said, propping up again. He waited until Junsu nervously met his eyes. “If I kissed you, you would most definitely like it.”
“So kiss me.”
“Um, excuse me, who are you and what have you done with Junsu?”
Junsu put his face in his hands and growled. Jae watched as he ran his hands through his hair in aggravation.
“I don’t know. I have no clue!” He suddenly stood up, upending his chair and took Jae’s spot pacing. “I was fine and dandy until you started being nice to me, and then you went and kissed Changmin and I saw Heechul and Yoochun naked, and like, in the middle of s-sex, and then you all curled up with Yunho and listening to Changmin and Yoochun last night and then laying with you and I know it’s wrong, I know it is, but I can’t help it. I can’t help this need or whatever you want to call it that comes from thinking of you sucking on Yoochun’s p-peni-I’ve prayed and prayed and prayed for the feelings to go away, but they’re still there.”
Jae stood up. He wanted to laugh, but he’d laugh later. Junsu frustrated and pissed off was adorable.
He stopped Junsu’s pacing, and said, “You can’t ever take it back, you know. Once your first kiss is gone, it’s gone.”
“I-I know,” he whispered.
Jae stared at him for a long minute. Long enough that Junsu dropped his eyes and tried to get away from the hold Jae had on his shoulders. Hesitation was not what Jae did. And yet he hesitated. He’d corrupted and been fucked by enough religious people in his life (including a pastor), but taking this poor, confused boy’s first kiss felt more than wrong.
“Su-ah, I can’t-”
Junsu tore away from him.
Jae winced when the door slammed. He stood in the middle of the room for a moment and then screamed. The one time he did what was right and he felt like the biggest jerk on Earth.
~+~+~+~
Yunho stopped in the hallway, in front of Jaejoong’s door. He touched the door with his palm and then sighed. He went to Yoochun’s room and knocked on the door.
Yoochun smiled when he opened the door and pulled Yunho into the room.
“Hey, Chunnie,” Yunho whispered. “Is Jaejoong okay?”
“He will be, but he needs more than a few hours.”
Yunho sighed. “God, this is stupid.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yes, it is. But you’re still going to be stubborn about it.”
Yunho hugged him tightly. “I’m going to miss you, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll miss you, too.”
Yunho pulled back enough to kiss Yoochun softly.
Yoochun smiled against is lips. “I thought you came for your wallet.”
“I didn’t get to say goodbye to you last night.”
Yoochun moved to his dresser where he’d put Yunho’s wallet. He sighed as he picked it up. “Jae is … Jae loves you, Yunho. More than I thought Jae was capable of loving anyone. Or anything.” He turned around and glared at Yunho for a moment and then said, “I hope you’re prepared to lose him forever.”
“That’s what-”
Yoochun shook his head. “I know him better than you, remember that. Right now, I’m going to have to try to keep him from being a slut again, from sleeping with everyone on this floor and in this building because he’s hurt and when Jaejoong is hurt, he fucks around. But after he calms down, he may find someone and then what will happen?”
“If I lose him forever, then it wasn’t meant to be. I should have ended this a long time ago.”
“Saying no to Jaejoong is impossible.”
Yunho nodded.
“Well, here,” Yoochun handed Yunho his wallet.
“Thank you. Yoochun, you’ve … god, I always feel so old when I say shit like this, but you’ve grown up from the shy, little shadow that always followed Jaejoong around.”
Yoochun grinned. “It happens. I’m definitely going to miss you, but what … what is Jae going to do during vacations? Where is he going to live between semesters?”
Yunho frowned. “I didn’t think about that.”
“Neither has Jaejoong. So the two of you either need to fix this, or you need to find a solution.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Good. Now kiss me goodbye.”
Yunho smiled and wrapped Yoochun up in his arms. He kissed him slowly, deeply, and he felt Yoochun’s body melt against his.
“I want one more time with you,” Yoochun whispered, “but Jae’s already a bit upset with me right now, because of the whole Changmin fiasco.”
“What happened?”
“Changmin got pissed off and came to me instead and well … you’ve seen Changmin. I wasn’t going to say no.”
“Not as bad as breaking his heart,” Yunho muttered.
“No. Which is why he’s still talking to me.”
They kissed again, and then Yunho sighed and pulled away. “Good bye, Chunnie. I’ll … well, I’ll call you when I figure things out.”
“Okay.” Yoochun opened his door.
Junsu, the religious one, was on the other side of it, hand raised to knock. He met Yunho’s eyes, bowed and greeted him and then came into the room. He flung himself on Changmin’s bed with a muffled scream into the pillow.
Yoochun and Yunho met each other’s eyes. Yoochun shrugged. They hugged again and with a kiss on Yoochun’s cheek, Yunho left. He again paused briefly by Jaejoong’s door. He wanted to desperately to comfort him, and see if he was alright, but that wasn’t his position any more. He took a letter from his back pocket, the one he’d agonized over writing the last few hours and slipped it underneath Jaejoong’s door.
~+~+~+~
Junsu stomped down the hall, hurt and anger running through him as he prayed for the plagues from heaven to destroy Jae’s perfectness. He didn’t really know where to go, but he didn’t want to be around people, and he didn’t want to talk and Yoochun hated him, and Yoochun would ignore him, so he found himself outside of Yoochun’s room, hand raised to knock when the door opened.
He stopped and took a deep breath. He bowed. “Hello, Yunho-shi. Yoochun. Excuse me please.” He pushed by them and threw himself on Changmin’s bed with an aggravated scream.
Why didn’t Jae kiss him? He offered himself up and Jae said no? Jae wasn’t supposed to say no. Jae was supposed to kiss him.
Dear God, he wanted Jaejoong to kiss him, to know what it felt like to have those plump lips against his.
He bit his lips, chewing on them, wondering what it would feel like, and he could see it happening in his mind, as Jae leaned in and kissed him.
He groaned.
“Alright, Preacher Boy,” Yoochun said. The bed dipped. “What’s wrong?”
“Fuck off,” he snapped and then eeped and mentally whispered a prayer of repentance.
“Ooh, such language.”
“Please, Yoochun, leave me alone. You hate me. I came here so I wouldn’t have to talk to anyone, so please just ignore me and leave me alone.”
“I don’t hate you.”
Junsu scoffed and rolled over. Yoochun sat on the edge of the bed, closer than Junsu wanted him. “Please. Spare me the lies.”
Yoochun shrugged. “Not a lie. You’re kind of an ass, but so am I.”
“Truer words have never been uttered.”
Yoochun laughed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No. You’ll laugh at me.”
Yoochun smirked. He leaned closer. “I know you were awake last night. Listening to me suck Changmin’s cock.”
Junsu’s cheeks when bright red. “Shut up.”
“Did you like that?”
Junsu rolled on his side. “Again. Fuck off.”
“Maybe that’s why you’re so pissy. Because you did like it and you just don’t want to admit it. Did it make you hard?”
“Oh my gosh, shut up!” Junsu said, face red.
Yoochun laughed. “It did! Did you jerk off? Did you wrap your fingers around your cock and stroke until you came? You were all curled up with Jaejoong this morning. Did Jaejoong take care of it for you? Did he wrap those pretty lips around your cock and-”
“I hate you!” Junsu shouted and rolled over completely, burying back into the pillow. He fought back tears of self-disgust and shame. Because everything Yoochun said was true. He had been hard last night, and this morning, and he had been thinking of Jae’s lips.
Yoochun phone beeped across the room, and Junsu sighed in relief when he got off the bed.
Yoochun laughed. “Oh my god. Is this for real? ‘Junsu asked me to kiss him and I didn’t’. You asked Jaejoong to kiss you?”
Junsu groaned in mortification, trying to bury himself deeper into the pillow.
“Oh god, too funny,” Yoochun crowed. “I asked him why he didn’t kiss you and he said he couldn’t, that he’d feel guilty for corrupting you. Oh god. Jaejoong, feel guilty? What the hell?”
Junsu moved his head enough to say, “I would really appreciate it, if you’d fuck off.”
“How about I kiss you instead?”
“No.”
“Why not? Jaejoong isn’t going to. I’ll do it. I have no problem with being right about this.”
“Please, shut up,” Junsu whispered, suddenly overcome with guilt.
“Let me kiss you.”
“No.”
“Yes. You want someone to do it. So I’ll do it.”
Junsu shut his eyes. That was true. He did want someone to do it, but he’d rather have Changmin or Jaejoong do it than Yoochun.
“Come on. Jae can make you fall in love with him just by kissing you, and Changmin is too confused himself right now to do it properly. Let me.”
“You’ll do it bad just to spite me,” Junsu muttered, but Yoochun heard.
The bed dipped again. “No, I won’t. I want to prove to you that there’s nothing wrong with it. That it’s okay to like other men, and that they kiss the same as a girl, and even better sometimes. I’ll make you deal though. You let me kiss you, and I’ll let you ask me all the sex questions you want without laughing at you.”
Junsu rolled onto his back, and then sat up away from where Yoochun was sitting. “How is that a deal?”
“You don’t like being laughed at. Who does? And I won’t.”
Junsu thought about it for a moment. He curled his legs under him. With cheeks bright red, he blurted, “What’s a cock ring?”
The corners of Yoochun’s lips quirked, but as promised, he didn’t laugh. “It’s a ring of silicone or metal or leather that you put on the base of your cock to keep from coming.”
“Why?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Depends. Makes you last longer, but most of the time it’s like a form of torture.”
Junsu bit his lip and looked away, not understanding at all.
Yoochun smiled. “Deal, or no deal, because if you don’t let me kiss you now, I’m going to start laughing because this is incredibly amusing.”
“One more question.”
“Okay.”
Junsu looked away from Yoochun’s steady gaze. “I … Is … I don’t … Will this make me gay?”
Yoochun frowned. “No. Kissing a guy doesn’t make you gay. Fucking a guy doesn’t make you gay. Being gay is something you have to decide for yourself. Sure you can say you’re not and do everything gay guys do. That’s called denial. But there’s nothing wrong with experimenting, Junsu. If you decide you don’t want to kiss boys anymore, then fine. If you want to try everything, and then decided to be with girls, then fine. It’s up to you, you know.”
Junsu nodded. His heart was thumping against his ribs. He couldn’t breathe, but he looked up at Yoochun, heat spreading through his cheeks.
“You sure about this?” Yoochun asked, as he scooted closer.
Junsu swallowed, but managed to nod. “Ye-yeah. Please. I-I’m so confused.”
“This will probably make it worse.” Yoochun reached for him, and Junsu’s eyes shut as fingers caressed his cheek.
“Probably.”
Another hand touched his other cheek, and then they tensed, lightly holding his face, and tilting. His eyes flew open when lips pressed against his, and he yanked back, gasping. Yoochun did not let go of his face.
“Sorry,” Junsu whispered.
The pad of Yoochun’s thumb smoothed over the heat in his cheek.
“It’s okay. You want to try again?”
An out. Yoochun was giving him a chance to change his mind. But as Jaejoong said, once it was gone, it was gone, and well, it was gone.
Junsu nodded in Yoochun’s hold. Yoochun grinned, leaned forward, and pressed their lips together again. Junsu froze. He didn’t know what to do, should he move his lips should he move closer should he … oh, god, what-
Yoochun pulled away a tiny bit. One hand fell to his shoulder, and then wrapped around his neck. “Kissing is an art, Junsu. But it also takes two people. It’s not difficult, just try to follow my lead okay.”
Junsu nodded again. “What-what if I do it wrong?”
Yoochun smirked. “Then we kiss over and over again until you get it right.”
Junsu blushed and tried to look away, but Yoochun held him firmly, drew him closer, until their lips were again together. Yoochun didn’t move for a moment, and then his lips parted, only a bit, and Junsu copied the move, heart racing, breath still short. It felt like nothing that he was expecting. He was expecting it to be dirty, obscene, wrong, but it was soft, and gentle and it made Junsu feel like he was floating.
Yoochun opened his mouth a bit more, and again, Junsu followed each kiss, each movement and caress of lips on his. He shuddered when he felt the barest touch of a tongue on his lower lip, but it felt so good, so … so … good. It was the only word his befuddled brain could come up with.
Sooner than he wanted, Yoochun pulled away, and Junsu’s cheeks went red after he whimpered.
Yoochun smiled. “So? You like it?”
“Yes,” Junsu gasped. “A lot.”
“Well, you did pretty good, but I think you should practice a bit more. What do you think? More practice?”
“Please.”
Yoochun took Junsu’s hands and put them around his neck. Junsu blushed, unable to look up, as Yoochun’s arm went around his back, and then Yoochun’s lips were against his again, his tongue lapping at his lips. Junsu followed it all, followed as the tongue invaded his mouth and followed as Yoochun lowered them to the bed. Yoochun was shaking, or Junsu was, maybe they both were, but Junsu didn’t care. His mind was gone, swallowed in confused bliss growing stronger with every kiss Yoochun gave him.
It was the greatest feeling in the world.
Part 11: moving on
Part 9: emotional drama
Part 8: more physical drama
Part 7: physical drama
Part 6: different ways to cope
Part 5: different ways to worship
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 10:
Jae could not relax, or concentrate. Yoochun had sent him a text a half hour before saying that Yunho was almost there. Yoochun told Jaejoong in no uncertain terms was he seeing Yunho again so soon, and that he would give Yunho his wallet back. He sent Yunho a text before Jae could stop him, telling him that Jae wasn’t ready to see him again.
Yoochun had held Jae after, and Jae knew that he was right.
But now he was more than freaking out. He paced their dorm room, back and forth between their beds. Junsu was at his desk, trying to study, but shot irritated and then concerned eyes at Jaejoong.
“Jae. Sit.”
Jae pouted and crossed his arms. “I can’t sit.”
“Please. You’re driving me crazy.”
Jae stuck his tongue out at him and then smirked. He took two steps to Junsu’s chair and sat in his lap. “There. Better?”
Junsu swallowed and blushed. “N-no.”
Jae leaned back, using the desk as support. He hooked his fingers around the back of Junsu’s neck. “You didn’t specify where, now did you?”
“Please move,” Junsu said, barely a whisper. His eyes were shut tight. Jaejoong knew the signs of someone trying to control themselves.
He sighed and said, “Normally, I’d exploit this situation to my advantage and take what I want from you,” Jae said as he climbed off Junsu’s lap.
Jae flopped on his bed.
Junsu sighed. “I think I just want to get it over with,” he muttered.
“What?” Jae said.
“This whole kissing thing. I just …”
“No girls in this room, Su-ah.”
“I know. Will you kiss me?”
Jae scoffed and propped up on his elbows.
Junsu was looking anywhere but him, cheeks a bright red.
“Are you fucking serious?”
Junsu lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I-I’ve been thinking about it, and …”
“And suddenly being gay is okay?”
“It’s not okay, but …”
Jae snorted and let himself fall back to the bed. “Yeah, no thanks.”
“Didn’t you say college was time for experiments? Maybe I’ll like it.”
“Oh, Su, that’s the problem,” Jae said, propping up again. He waited until Junsu nervously met his eyes. “If I kissed you, you would most definitely like it.”
“So kiss me.”
“Um, excuse me, who are you and what have you done with Junsu?”
Junsu put his face in his hands and growled. Jae watched as he ran his hands through his hair in aggravation.
“I don’t know. I have no clue!” He suddenly stood up, upending his chair and took Jae’s spot pacing. “I was fine and dandy until you started being nice to me, and then you went and kissed Changmin and I saw Heechul and Yoochun naked, and like, in the middle of s-sex, and then you all curled up with Yunho and listening to Changmin and Yoochun last night and then laying with you and I know it’s wrong, I know it is, but I can’t help it. I can’t help this need or whatever you want to call it that comes from thinking of you sucking on Yoochun’s p-peni-I’ve prayed and prayed and prayed for the feelings to go away, but they’re still there.”
Jae stood up. He wanted to laugh, but he’d laugh later. Junsu frustrated and pissed off was adorable.
He stopped Junsu’s pacing, and said, “You can’t ever take it back, you know. Once your first kiss is gone, it’s gone.”
“I-I know,” he whispered.
Jae stared at him for a long minute. Long enough that Junsu dropped his eyes and tried to get away from the hold Jae had on his shoulders. Hesitation was not what Jae did. And yet he hesitated. He’d corrupted and been fucked by enough religious people in his life (including a pastor), but taking this poor, confused boy’s first kiss felt more than wrong.
“Su-ah, I can’t-”
Junsu tore away from him.
Jae winced when the door slammed. He stood in the middle of the room for a moment and then screamed. The one time he did what was right and he felt like the biggest jerk on Earth.
~+~+~+~
Yunho stopped in the hallway, in front of Jaejoong’s door. He touched the door with his palm and then sighed. He went to Yoochun’s room and knocked on the door.
Yoochun smiled when he opened the door and pulled Yunho into the room.
“Hey, Chunnie,” Yunho whispered. “Is Jaejoong okay?”
“He will be, but he needs more than a few hours.”
Yunho sighed. “God, this is stupid.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yes, it is. But you’re still going to be stubborn about it.”
Yunho hugged him tightly. “I’m going to miss you, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll miss you, too.”
Yunho pulled back enough to kiss Yoochun softly.
Yoochun smiled against is lips. “I thought you came for your wallet.”
“I didn’t get to say goodbye to you last night.”
Yoochun moved to his dresser where he’d put Yunho’s wallet. He sighed as he picked it up. “Jae is … Jae loves you, Yunho. More than I thought Jae was capable of loving anyone. Or anything.” He turned around and glared at Yunho for a moment and then said, “I hope you’re prepared to lose him forever.”
“That’s what-”
Yoochun shook his head. “I know him better than you, remember that. Right now, I’m going to have to try to keep him from being a slut again, from sleeping with everyone on this floor and in this building because he’s hurt and when Jaejoong is hurt, he fucks around. But after he calms down, he may find someone and then what will happen?”
“If I lose him forever, then it wasn’t meant to be. I should have ended this a long time ago.”
“Saying no to Jaejoong is impossible.”
Yunho nodded.
“Well, here,” Yoochun handed Yunho his wallet.
“Thank you. Yoochun, you’ve … god, I always feel so old when I say shit like this, but you’ve grown up from the shy, little shadow that always followed Jaejoong around.”
Yoochun grinned. “It happens. I’m definitely going to miss you, but what … what is Jae going to do during vacations? Where is he going to live between semesters?”
Yunho frowned. “I didn’t think about that.”
“Neither has Jaejoong. So the two of you either need to fix this, or you need to find a solution.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Good. Now kiss me goodbye.”
Yunho smiled and wrapped Yoochun up in his arms. He kissed him slowly, deeply, and he felt Yoochun’s body melt against his.
“I want one more time with you,” Yoochun whispered, “but Jae’s already a bit upset with me right now, because of the whole Changmin fiasco.”
“What happened?”
“Changmin got pissed off and came to me instead and well … you’ve seen Changmin. I wasn’t going to say no.”
“Not as bad as breaking his heart,” Yunho muttered.
“No. Which is why he’s still talking to me.”
They kissed again, and then Yunho sighed and pulled away. “Good bye, Chunnie. I’ll … well, I’ll call you when I figure things out.”
“Okay.” Yoochun opened his door.
Junsu, the religious one, was on the other side of it, hand raised to knock. He met Yunho’s eyes, bowed and greeted him and then came into the room. He flung himself on Changmin’s bed with a muffled scream into the pillow.
Yoochun and Yunho met each other’s eyes. Yoochun shrugged. They hugged again and with a kiss on Yoochun’s cheek, Yunho left. He again paused briefly by Jaejoong’s door. He wanted to desperately to comfort him, and see if he was alright, but that wasn’t his position any more. He took a letter from his back pocket, the one he’d agonized over writing the last few hours and slipped it underneath Jaejoong’s door.
~+~+~+~
Junsu stomped down the hall, hurt and anger running through him as he prayed for the plagues from heaven to destroy Jae’s perfectness. He didn’t really know where to go, but he didn’t want to be around people, and he didn’t want to talk and Yoochun hated him, and Yoochun would ignore him, so he found himself outside of Yoochun’s room, hand raised to knock when the door opened.
He stopped and took a deep breath. He bowed. “Hello, Yunho-shi. Yoochun. Excuse me please.” He pushed by them and threw himself on Changmin’s bed with an aggravated scream.
Why didn’t Jae kiss him? He offered himself up and Jae said no? Jae wasn’t supposed to say no. Jae was supposed to kiss him.
Dear God, he wanted Jaejoong to kiss him, to know what it felt like to have those plump lips against his.
He bit his lips, chewing on them, wondering what it would feel like, and he could see it happening in his mind, as Jae leaned in and kissed him.
He groaned.
“Alright, Preacher Boy,” Yoochun said. The bed dipped. “What’s wrong?”
“Fuck off,” he snapped and then eeped and mentally whispered a prayer of repentance.
“Ooh, such language.”
“Please, Yoochun, leave me alone. You hate me. I came here so I wouldn’t have to talk to anyone, so please just ignore me and leave me alone.”
“I don’t hate you.”
Junsu scoffed and rolled over. Yoochun sat on the edge of the bed, closer than Junsu wanted him. “Please. Spare me the lies.”
Yoochun shrugged. “Not a lie. You’re kind of an ass, but so am I.”
“Truer words have never been uttered.”
Yoochun laughed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No. You’ll laugh at me.”
Yoochun smirked. He leaned closer. “I know you were awake last night. Listening to me suck Changmin’s cock.”
Junsu’s cheeks when bright red. “Shut up.”
“Did you like that?”
Junsu rolled on his side. “Again. Fuck off.”
“Maybe that’s why you’re so pissy. Because you did like it and you just don’t want to admit it. Did it make you hard?”
“Oh my gosh, shut up!” Junsu said, face red.
Yoochun laughed. “It did! Did you jerk off? Did you wrap your fingers around your cock and stroke until you came? You were all curled up with Jaejoong this morning. Did Jaejoong take care of it for you? Did he wrap those pretty lips around your cock and-”
“I hate you!” Junsu shouted and rolled over completely, burying back into the pillow. He fought back tears of self-disgust and shame. Because everything Yoochun said was true. He had been hard last night, and this morning, and he had been thinking of Jae’s lips.
Yoochun phone beeped across the room, and Junsu sighed in relief when he got off the bed.
Yoochun laughed. “Oh my god. Is this for real? ‘Junsu asked me to kiss him and I didn’t’. You asked Jaejoong to kiss you?”
Junsu groaned in mortification, trying to bury himself deeper into the pillow.
“Oh god, too funny,” Yoochun crowed. “I asked him why he didn’t kiss you and he said he couldn’t, that he’d feel guilty for corrupting you. Oh god. Jaejoong, feel guilty? What the hell?”
Junsu moved his head enough to say, “I would really appreciate it, if you’d fuck off.”
“How about I kiss you instead?”
“No.”
“Why not? Jaejoong isn’t going to. I’ll do it. I have no problem with being right about this.”
“Please, shut up,” Junsu whispered, suddenly overcome with guilt.
“Let me kiss you.”
“No.”
“Yes. You want someone to do it. So I’ll do it.”
Junsu shut his eyes. That was true. He did want someone to do it, but he’d rather have Changmin or Jaejoong do it than Yoochun.
“Come on. Jae can make you fall in love with him just by kissing you, and Changmin is too confused himself right now to do it properly. Let me.”
“You’ll do it bad just to spite me,” Junsu muttered, but Yoochun heard.
The bed dipped again. “No, I won’t. I want to prove to you that there’s nothing wrong with it. That it’s okay to like other men, and that they kiss the same as a girl, and even better sometimes. I’ll make you deal though. You let me kiss you, and I’ll let you ask me all the sex questions you want without laughing at you.”
Junsu rolled onto his back, and then sat up away from where Yoochun was sitting. “How is that a deal?”
“You don’t like being laughed at. Who does? And I won’t.”
Junsu thought about it for a moment. He curled his legs under him. With cheeks bright red, he blurted, “What’s a cock ring?”
The corners of Yoochun’s lips quirked, but as promised, he didn’t laugh. “It’s a ring of silicone or metal or leather that you put on the base of your cock to keep from coming.”
“Why?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Depends. Makes you last longer, but most of the time it’s like a form of torture.”
Junsu bit his lip and looked away, not understanding at all.
Yoochun smiled. “Deal, or no deal, because if you don’t let me kiss you now, I’m going to start laughing because this is incredibly amusing.”
“One more question.”
“Okay.”
Junsu looked away from Yoochun’s steady gaze. “I … Is … I don’t … Will this make me gay?”
Yoochun frowned. “No. Kissing a guy doesn’t make you gay. Fucking a guy doesn’t make you gay. Being gay is something you have to decide for yourself. Sure you can say you’re not and do everything gay guys do. That’s called denial. But there’s nothing wrong with experimenting, Junsu. If you decide you don’t want to kiss boys anymore, then fine. If you want to try everything, and then decided to be with girls, then fine. It’s up to you, you know.”
Junsu nodded. His heart was thumping against his ribs. He couldn’t breathe, but he looked up at Yoochun, heat spreading through his cheeks.
“You sure about this?” Yoochun asked, as he scooted closer.
Junsu swallowed, but managed to nod. “Ye-yeah. Please. I-I’m so confused.”
“This will probably make it worse.” Yoochun reached for him, and Junsu’s eyes shut as fingers caressed his cheek.
“Probably.”
Another hand touched his other cheek, and then they tensed, lightly holding his face, and tilting. His eyes flew open when lips pressed against his, and he yanked back, gasping. Yoochun did not let go of his face.
“Sorry,” Junsu whispered.
The pad of Yoochun’s thumb smoothed over the heat in his cheek.
“It’s okay. You want to try again?”
An out. Yoochun was giving him a chance to change his mind. But as Jaejoong said, once it was gone, it was gone, and well, it was gone.
Junsu nodded in Yoochun’s hold. Yoochun grinned, leaned forward, and pressed their lips together again. Junsu froze. He didn’t know what to do, should he move his lips should he move closer should he … oh, god, what-
Yoochun pulled away a tiny bit. One hand fell to his shoulder, and then wrapped around his neck. “Kissing is an art, Junsu. But it also takes two people. It’s not difficult, just try to follow my lead okay.”
Junsu nodded again. “What-what if I do it wrong?”
Yoochun smirked. “Then we kiss over and over again until you get it right.”
Junsu blushed and tried to look away, but Yoochun held him firmly, drew him closer, until their lips were again together. Yoochun didn’t move for a moment, and then his lips parted, only a bit, and Junsu copied the move, heart racing, breath still short. It felt like nothing that he was expecting. He was expecting it to be dirty, obscene, wrong, but it was soft, and gentle and it made Junsu feel like he was floating.
Yoochun opened his mouth a bit more, and again, Junsu followed each kiss, each movement and caress of lips on his. He shuddered when he felt the barest touch of a tongue on his lower lip, but it felt so good, so … so … good. It was the only word his befuddled brain could come up with.
Sooner than he wanted, Yoochun pulled away, and Junsu’s cheeks went red after he whimpered.
Yoochun smiled. “So? You like it?”
“Yes,” Junsu gasped. “A lot.”
“Well, you did pretty good, but I think you should practice a bit more. What do you think? More practice?”
“Please.”
Yoochun took Junsu’s hands and put them around his neck. Junsu blushed, unable to look up, as Yoochun’s arm went around his back, and then Yoochun’s lips were against his again, his tongue lapping at his lips. Junsu followed it all, followed as the tongue invaded his mouth and followed as Yoochun lowered them to the bed. Yoochun was shaking, or Junsu was, maybe they both were, but Junsu didn’t care. His mind was gone, swallowed in confused bliss growing stronger with every kiss Yoochun gave him.
It was the greatest feeling in the world.
Part 11: moving on
Part 9: emotional drama
Part 8: more physical drama
Part 7: physical drama
Part 6: different ways to cope
Part 5: different ways to worship
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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