Smarty Smarty 20/?
Title: Smarty Smarty 20/?
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 20:
It was a long few hours. Yoochun stared out the window of the car, keeping his anger in check as his mom drove slowly onto campus, and slowly towards the dorms.
“It doesn’t matter how slow you drive,” Yoochun snapped, “I’m still fucking Jaejoong as soon as I get there.”
“Watch your mouth,” she said. “Such crudeness.”
“You know, why don’t you just stop here and I’ll get out and walk. I’ll get there faster.”
His mom looked at him with a frown.
Hours later, she finally stopped in front of his dorm building.
“May I have my phone back?” he asked.
She frowned and took it from her purse and gave it back. There were five missed calls from Jaejoong and more than ten texts.
“He thinks I died,” Yoochun said and sent Jae a text really fast to say he was here. He climbed out of the car without saying goodbye and slung his back pack over his shoulder. He slammed the car door.
“Yoochun,” his mom said through the window.
He turned around and demanded, “What?”
She frowned. “Be good.”
Yoochun scoffed. “I’ll have Jaejoong call you and tell you how good I am.” He spun around and called Jaejoong.
“What the hell?” Jae answered. “It’s almost nine.”
“I know. But she was driving under the speed limit and then we had to stop for dinner.”
Yoochun entered the building. “Are you in your room?”
“Yeah, all of us are.”
There was a tone to his voice that made Yoochun walk faster. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“It’s … awkward.”
“Did you tell them?”
“No, I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Coward.”
“And you’re not?”
“True. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Kay.”
Yoochun hung up and sprinted up the stairs.
“Hey, Chunnie,” Heechul said as Yoochun barreled past him.
“Hey, Heechul-shi. Can’t stop.”
Heechul chuckled behind him. “Need to fuck a preacher boy,” he muttered.
Yoochun waved him away and then entered Jae’s room.
It didn’t look like things were awkward. All three of them were squished on Jaejoong’s bed, but there was definite tension in the air.
“Yoochun!” Junsu shouted and pried himself away from Jaejoong and launched himself at Yoochun. Yoochun caught him, held him close and pressed their lips together in a brief kiss.
“I’m glad you didn’t die,” Yoochun said.
Junsu smiled. “Yeah. My … I had to lie, but I’m better now. I talked to Junho about it.”
“Good.”
Yoochun met Jaejoong’s eyes.
Changmin, despite Jae’s grip on his arm, sat up and leaned against the wall. “Okay. Can we talk about why Jaejoong is being vague and guilty now?”
“I’m not being guilty.”
“You are.”
“Jae doesn’t know how to feel guilt,” Yoochun said.
Jae frowned. “Shut up. I do, too.”
Yoochun and Junsu sat on Junsu’s bed, curled together, but Jaejoong couldn’t curl up with Changmin, so he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his hands.
“Someone say something,” Changmin said after a moment. He ran his hand on Jae’s back.
“Me or you?” Yoochun asked.
Jae winced. “You.”
Yoochun smirked. “You’re a coward.”
“So? You gave me the option.”
Yoochun sighed. “After you guys left, Jae and I had a plan to have sex.”
Changmin visibly stiffened.
“But god, somehow we ended up fighting instead, because Jae didn’t want to cheat on Changmin and I was horny, and … well, I sort of let it slip that I’ve been in love with Jaejoong for a long time.”
Changmin took his hand away from Jaejoong.
“You shoved it in my face as a reason to fuck you,” Jae corrected.
Yoochun grinned. “Yeah. Not my finest moment. But then I left and we both went home. I didn’t know Jae went to Yunho’s until he called me.”
“I … I didn’t know where else to go,” Jae whispered, face in his hands.
“Then we had a talk,” Yoochun said.
Changmin sighed. “And the results of this talk?”
Jae turned to look at him. Changmin's face was carefully blank, but Yoochun could tell that all it would take was one little thing and he’d snap. Jae either didn’t see it, or decided there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
“We love each other,” Jae said.
Changmin looked away.
“We … we do, but we like you both,” Jae continued. “It’s like …”
“Have your cake and eat it too,” Changmin muttered.
“What?”
Changmin glared at Jaejoong. “You get to love him and be with him, but you like me, so I’m just supposed to sit back and let you do what you want with me.”
“No,” Jae said. “That’s not it at all.”
“Then what the hell is it?” Changmin demanded and climbed off the bed. “Think of what you’re saying, Jaejoong. You two love each other, and we’re supposed to be happy with being second best? That’s bullshit.”
Changmin stormed across the room.
“Changmin, wait,” Jae said, “let us explain-“
“What else is there to explain, hyung?” Changmin asked. “I thought that after you left Yunho, and Yoochun had Junsu that we could be together, but I guess that was stupid of me, wasn’t it?”
“I’m not breaking up with you,” Jae said.
“No. You’re just asking me to let you be selfish.”
“I’m not!”
Changmin sighed. “Really, Jaejoong?” The door slammed behind him.
Jae whimpered and threw himself to the bed, curled up in a ball, body shaking.
Yoochun sighed and looked down at Junsu still curled up in his arms. “What about you?”
“I thought you two were still fucking each other, so whatever.”
Yoochun laughed. “What?”
“I figured since I wasn’t ready, you’d be getting it from him, or from Heechul. I didn’t know you weren’t fucking anyone.”
“Wow.”
“It’s okay that you love him,” Junsu said. “I mean, this is all brand new for me anyway. Experiments and stuff. I like you and all, but … yeah.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed Junsu’s forehead.
“I’m going to go talk some sense into Changmin,” Junsu said. “You go make Jaejoong feel better.”
“Thanks, Su. You’re awesome, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” Junsu kissed him, pulling a started gasp from Yoochun when he bit down on Yoochun’s lip. “My brother was telling me some things, and yesterday it took all my effort not to jerk off to the thought of you sucking me off.”
Yoochun grinned. “You can stroke one off now.”
“Rather have you do it with your mouth.”
“God, yes. I will. Fuck Changmin. Let’s do it now.”
“You need to go take care of your best friend first.”
“You okay, Jae?”
“Fuck you, Chunnie,” Jae muttered against his pillow.
Yoochun sighed.
With one more kiss, Junsu stood up. “I’ll be back, hopefully with Changmin.”
Yoochun waited until the door shut behind Junsu. He stared at Jaejoong’s shaking body and then sighed. He whispered, “Do you want me to come and hold you?”
“Yes.”
Yoochun rose and moved to the bed. He lay on his side and then curled around Jaejoong. Pressing a kiss to his neck, he whispered, “Don’t worry.”
“Why not?”
“Changmin likes you. A lot.”
“Do you remember what I said a few weeks ago, before I kissed Changmin, before all of this?”
“Maybe. Tell me.”
“I asked you why we even needed anyone else. And you said for the challenge.”
“Yes. I remember that.”
“Well?”
Yoochun sighed. “What do you want, Jaejoong?”
“I don’t want to do this anymore, that’s for sure. I’m tired of my heart hurting, Chunnie. You don’t make it hurt. You have never made it hurt. Well, except for Saturday, but first time in eight years, I say that’s pretty good.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Let’s see if Junsu can talk to Changmin first, okay?”
“He hates me.”
“No, he doesn’t. He’s just frustrated.”
“Why can’t I ever do anything right, Chunnie?”
“It takes practice. You’ve only been doing the right thing for a few weeks.”
“Please stop making jokes,” Jae practically shouted.
“I’m not, baby, come on. I’m serious. It does. You have to learn to weigh your options and then decide what to do. I know you know how to do that. You’ve survived a hellish life doing that. But now you just need to change what option you pick.”
“So which one is right? Which one causes the least amount of pain for you, for Changmin?”
“What about for you?”
Jae scoffed. “I deserve a bit of pain after everything I’ve put you through.”
Yoochun tightened his hold. “Don’t ever say that, love. Ever. You hear me? I could have left, I could have abandoned you, but I didn’t. I chose the option that I wanted. What do you want?”
Jae sighed. “I don’t know.”
“That’s okay, too. You don’t have to know everything. You don’t have to solve everything.”
“Kiss me?”
Yoochun kissed his cheek. Jae turned his face and their lips pressed together in a shaky kiss.
“Love me?” Jae whispered.
“Of course. Love me?”
“Always.”
~+~+~+~+~
Junsu slipped into Changmin and Yoochun’s room. Changmin was on his bed, facing the wall, curled on his side. Junsu sat on the edge.
It was quiet and then Changmin asked, “Did you run away, too?”
“No. I’ve been sent on a peacekeeping mission.”
Changmin snorted. “Guess that’s good. I’m not likely to punch the religious one.”
“What’s wrong, Min?”
“Really, you’re asking me that?”
“Well, yeah, because I don’t understand. You’re the one that told me that if you get one, you get the other. That they’re more like one person than two.”
“I know, but … I thought that since Yoochun had you, I wouldn’t have to share. Aren’t you bothered by this at all?”
Junsu chuckled. “Not really. Their relationship doesn’t bother me. It’s kind of sweet, when you think about it. Yoochun having this unrequited love for so long, and then Jae finally realizing he loves him too. I thought they were still fucking anyway, since I wouldn’t do anything with Yoochun.”
Changmin looked over at him in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
Changmin rolled on his back, arms above his head. “I … it hurts. I mean, I know I’m really young, and no where near as experienced as the two of them, but I feel like Jaejoong is just playing with my heart and ripping it to pieces.”
“He isn’t meaning to. He’s in the other room crying his eyes out at the moment because he doesn’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure Yoochun can take care of him.”
Junsu smiled. “And who’s going to take care of you?”
Changmin snorted again.
“Really, Min. Stop being an ass. Twenty bucks says the two of them are making out.”
“I thought you were supposed to be helping,” Changmin said and rolled on his side again. “Thinking about them making out is not helping.”
Junsu took a deep breath as he stared at Changmin. His brother had told him to have fun. Would this be fun, or would this just make Changmin feel worse? Did Junsu care? Yes, he did. Changmin was his friend. He settled a hand on Changmin’s shoulder.
“You know, Min. It really isn’t fair if the two of them think they can have us and have each other. I mean, it’s the best of both worlds, really.”
“It’s selfish.”
“Yeah. So if they get to be selfish, then we should get to be selfish, too.”
“What do you mean?”
“If they get to share each other, what’s stopping us from sharing each other?”
Changmin turned his head and stared at him with narrowed eyes.
“I’m just saying,” Junsu said with a shrug. “If they’re in there making out and having fun with each other, why can’t we do that, too?”
“Alright,” Changmin said and rolled over so he was facing Junsu. “Who are you and what have you done with Junsu?”
Junsu laughed. “Jae said that to me a few weeks ago. And I … I don’t know. I don’t want the only person I’ve kissed to be Yoochun. That’s like … kind of pathetic, you know?”
“So, you’re now Junsu the Slut instead of Junsu the Righteous?”
“I don’t like that name. Slutty Su sounds better.”
Changmin burst out laughing. Junsu decided that was a good sign and he moved closer.
Changmin shook his head but didn’t hesitate to pull Junsu against him. “What happened to our straightness?”
Junsu shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t really care. Kiss me now?”
Changmin sighed. “Why the hell not?”
Junsu leaned down. Changmin’s hand slid up his shoulder and into his hair. He pulled Junsu down to him, and their lips met. It was no where near as terrifying as his first kiss with Yoochun. Changmin’s other hand settled on Junsu’s hip, and then curled around his body. Junsu moaned and shifted closer. Their kissed stayed chaste for another couple of seconds, and then Changmin swiped his tongue along Junsu’s lower lip. Junsu hummed in agreement and deepened the kiss, letting his body fall completely against Changmin’s. Without stopping the kiss, they adjusted until Junsu was flush against Changmin’s chest and each had a leg between the others. They both moaned when Changmin moved his hips.
“Yoochun has taught you well,” Changmin said against Junsu’s lips.
Junsu smiled. “He’s an amazing kisser.”
“So are you,” Changmin said. “Stop talking.”
“You started it.”
Changmin smirked and kissed him again, more dominate, more passionate, and Junsu meeped and followed along. He knew Changmin was frustrated, and taking his frustrations at Jae out on him. Not that Junsu minded. It was a fucking sexy kiss, and by the time Changmin finally broke away, Junsu was aching for more.
“Feel better?” Junsu whispered, kissing down Changmin’s cheek to his neck.
Changmin’s fingers were light on his back, tracing circles over his t-shirt. “I don’t know.”
“You should go talk to Jaejoong. He likes you. And like you said. You’re still young, Changmin. This isn’t going to be your only relationship.”
“I know. It’s really hard not to fall for him.”
Junsu pushed up enough to look down at him. “You know, if you’re really mad, you could always punish him for it.”
“What?”
“I was talking to Yoochun last week about some things, and Jaejoong loves to be spanked and whipped and gagged and-”
Changmin blushed and looked away.
“Go take your frustration out on him. It’s his fault anyway. Throw a cock ring on him and fuck him until he’s begging.”
“Okay, I’m serious. Who the fuck are you?”
Junsu giggled and rolled away, and off the bed. He held his hands out for Changmin. “Come on. You need to talk to Jaejoong and I need Yoochun to suck me off.”
Changmin sighed, but let Junsu pull him up and lead him from the room.
Part 21: cock rings and spankings and gags ... oh my!
Part 19: postponing the present
Part 18: confronting the past
Part 17: more understanding
Part 16: understanding
Part 15: realizations at home
Part 14: the visit home
Part 13: finding pleasure
Part 12: losing innocence
Part 11: moving on
Part 10: kisses
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 20:
It was a long few hours. Yoochun stared out the window of the car, keeping his anger in check as his mom drove slowly onto campus, and slowly towards the dorms.
“It doesn’t matter how slow you drive,” Yoochun snapped, “I’m still fucking Jaejoong as soon as I get there.”
“Watch your mouth,” she said. “Such crudeness.”
“You know, why don’t you just stop here and I’ll get out and walk. I’ll get there faster.”
His mom looked at him with a frown.
Hours later, she finally stopped in front of his dorm building.
“May I have my phone back?” he asked.
She frowned and took it from her purse and gave it back. There were five missed calls from Jaejoong and more than ten texts.
“He thinks I died,” Yoochun said and sent Jae a text really fast to say he was here. He climbed out of the car without saying goodbye and slung his back pack over his shoulder. He slammed the car door.
“Yoochun,” his mom said through the window.
He turned around and demanded, “What?”
She frowned. “Be good.”
Yoochun scoffed. “I’ll have Jaejoong call you and tell you how good I am.” He spun around and called Jaejoong.
“What the hell?” Jae answered. “It’s almost nine.”
“I know. But she was driving under the speed limit and then we had to stop for dinner.”
Yoochun entered the building. “Are you in your room?”
“Yeah, all of us are.”
There was a tone to his voice that made Yoochun walk faster. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“It’s … awkward.”
“Did you tell them?”
“No, I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Coward.”
“And you’re not?”
“True. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Kay.”
Yoochun hung up and sprinted up the stairs.
“Hey, Chunnie,” Heechul said as Yoochun barreled past him.
“Hey, Heechul-shi. Can’t stop.”
Heechul chuckled behind him. “Need to fuck a preacher boy,” he muttered.
Yoochun waved him away and then entered Jae’s room.
It didn’t look like things were awkward. All three of them were squished on Jaejoong’s bed, but there was definite tension in the air.
“Yoochun!” Junsu shouted and pried himself away from Jaejoong and launched himself at Yoochun. Yoochun caught him, held him close and pressed their lips together in a brief kiss.
“I’m glad you didn’t die,” Yoochun said.
Junsu smiled. “Yeah. My … I had to lie, but I’m better now. I talked to Junho about it.”
“Good.”
Yoochun met Jaejoong’s eyes.
Changmin, despite Jae’s grip on his arm, sat up and leaned against the wall. “Okay. Can we talk about why Jaejoong is being vague and guilty now?”
“I’m not being guilty.”
“You are.”
“Jae doesn’t know how to feel guilt,” Yoochun said.
Jae frowned. “Shut up. I do, too.”
Yoochun and Junsu sat on Junsu’s bed, curled together, but Jaejoong couldn’t curl up with Changmin, so he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his hands.
“Someone say something,” Changmin said after a moment. He ran his hand on Jae’s back.
“Me or you?” Yoochun asked.
Jae winced. “You.”
Yoochun smirked. “You’re a coward.”
“So? You gave me the option.”
Yoochun sighed. “After you guys left, Jae and I had a plan to have sex.”
Changmin visibly stiffened.
“But god, somehow we ended up fighting instead, because Jae didn’t want to cheat on Changmin and I was horny, and … well, I sort of let it slip that I’ve been in love with Jaejoong for a long time.”
Changmin took his hand away from Jaejoong.
“You shoved it in my face as a reason to fuck you,” Jae corrected.
Yoochun grinned. “Yeah. Not my finest moment. But then I left and we both went home. I didn’t know Jae went to Yunho’s until he called me.”
“I … I didn’t know where else to go,” Jae whispered, face in his hands.
“Then we had a talk,” Yoochun said.
Changmin sighed. “And the results of this talk?”
Jae turned to look at him. Changmin's face was carefully blank, but Yoochun could tell that all it would take was one little thing and he’d snap. Jae either didn’t see it, or decided there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
“We love each other,” Jae said.
Changmin looked away.
“We … we do, but we like you both,” Jae continued. “It’s like …”
“Have your cake and eat it too,” Changmin muttered.
“What?”
Changmin glared at Jaejoong. “You get to love him and be with him, but you like me, so I’m just supposed to sit back and let you do what you want with me.”
“No,” Jae said. “That’s not it at all.”
“Then what the hell is it?” Changmin demanded and climbed off the bed. “Think of what you’re saying, Jaejoong. You two love each other, and we’re supposed to be happy with being second best? That’s bullshit.”
Changmin stormed across the room.
“Changmin, wait,” Jae said, “let us explain-“
“What else is there to explain, hyung?” Changmin asked. “I thought that after you left Yunho, and Yoochun had Junsu that we could be together, but I guess that was stupid of me, wasn’t it?”
“I’m not breaking up with you,” Jae said.
“No. You’re just asking me to let you be selfish.”
“I’m not!”
Changmin sighed. “Really, Jaejoong?” The door slammed behind him.
Jae whimpered and threw himself to the bed, curled up in a ball, body shaking.
Yoochun sighed and looked down at Junsu still curled up in his arms. “What about you?”
“I thought you two were still fucking each other, so whatever.”
Yoochun laughed. “What?”
“I figured since I wasn’t ready, you’d be getting it from him, or from Heechul. I didn’t know you weren’t fucking anyone.”
“Wow.”
“It’s okay that you love him,” Junsu said. “I mean, this is all brand new for me anyway. Experiments and stuff. I like you and all, but … yeah.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed Junsu’s forehead.
“I’m going to go talk some sense into Changmin,” Junsu said. “You go make Jaejoong feel better.”
“Thanks, Su. You’re awesome, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” Junsu kissed him, pulling a started gasp from Yoochun when he bit down on Yoochun’s lip. “My brother was telling me some things, and yesterday it took all my effort not to jerk off to the thought of you sucking me off.”
Yoochun grinned. “You can stroke one off now.”
“Rather have you do it with your mouth.”
“God, yes. I will. Fuck Changmin. Let’s do it now.”
“You need to go take care of your best friend first.”
“You okay, Jae?”
“Fuck you, Chunnie,” Jae muttered against his pillow.
Yoochun sighed.
With one more kiss, Junsu stood up. “I’ll be back, hopefully with Changmin.”
Yoochun waited until the door shut behind Junsu. He stared at Jaejoong’s shaking body and then sighed. He whispered, “Do you want me to come and hold you?”
“Yes.”
Yoochun rose and moved to the bed. He lay on his side and then curled around Jaejoong. Pressing a kiss to his neck, he whispered, “Don’t worry.”
“Why not?”
“Changmin likes you. A lot.”
“Do you remember what I said a few weeks ago, before I kissed Changmin, before all of this?”
“Maybe. Tell me.”
“I asked you why we even needed anyone else. And you said for the challenge.”
“Yes. I remember that.”
“Well?”
Yoochun sighed. “What do you want, Jaejoong?”
“I don’t want to do this anymore, that’s for sure. I’m tired of my heart hurting, Chunnie. You don’t make it hurt. You have never made it hurt. Well, except for Saturday, but first time in eight years, I say that’s pretty good.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Let’s see if Junsu can talk to Changmin first, okay?”
“He hates me.”
“No, he doesn’t. He’s just frustrated.”
“Why can’t I ever do anything right, Chunnie?”
“It takes practice. You’ve only been doing the right thing for a few weeks.”
“Please stop making jokes,” Jae practically shouted.
“I’m not, baby, come on. I’m serious. It does. You have to learn to weigh your options and then decide what to do. I know you know how to do that. You’ve survived a hellish life doing that. But now you just need to change what option you pick.”
“So which one is right? Which one causes the least amount of pain for you, for Changmin?”
“What about for you?”
Jae scoffed. “I deserve a bit of pain after everything I’ve put you through.”
Yoochun tightened his hold. “Don’t ever say that, love. Ever. You hear me? I could have left, I could have abandoned you, but I didn’t. I chose the option that I wanted. What do you want?”
Jae sighed. “I don’t know.”
“That’s okay, too. You don’t have to know everything. You don’t have to solve everything.”
“Kiss me?”
Yoochun kissed his cheek. Jae turned his face and their lips pressed together in a shaky kiss.
“Love me?” Jae whispered.
“Of course. Love me?”
“Always.”
~+~+~+~+~
Junsu slipped into Changmin and Yoochun’s room. Changmin was on his bed, facing the wall, curled on his side. Junsu sat on the edge.
It was quiet and then Changmin asked, “Did you run away, too?”
“No. I’ve been sent on a peacekeeping mission.”
Changmin snorted. “Guess that’s good. I’m not likely to punch the religious one.”
“What’s wrong, Min?”
“Really, you’re asking me that?”
“Well, yeah, because I don’t understand. You’re the one that told me that if you get one, you get the other. That they’re more like one person than two.”
“I know, but … I thought that since Yoochun had you, I wouldn’t have to share. Aren’t you bothered by this at all?”
Junsu chuckled. “Not really. Their relationship doesn’t bother me. It’s kind of sweet, when you think about it. Yoochun having this unrequited love for so long, and then Jae finally realizing he loves him too. I thought they were still fucking anyway, since I wouldn’t do anything with Yoochun.”
Changmin looked over at him in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
Changmin rolled on his back, arms above his head. “I … it hurts. I mean, I know I’m really young, and no where near as experienced as the two of them, but I feel like Jaejoong is just playing with my heart and ripping it to pieces.”
“He isn’t meaning to. He’s in the other room crying his eyes out at the moment because he doesn’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure Yoochun can take care of him.”
Junsu smiled. “And who’s going to take care of you?”
Changmin snorted again.
“Really, Min. Stop being an ass. Twenty bucks says the two of them are making out.”
“I thought you were supposed to be helping,” Changmin said and rolled on his side again. “Thinking about them making out is not helping.”
Junsu took a deep breath as he stared at Changmin. His brother had told him to have fun. Would this be fun, or would this just make Changmin feel worse? Did Junsu care? Yes, he did. Changmin was his friend. He settled a hand on Changmin’s shoulder.
“You know, Min. It really isn’t fair if the two of them think they can have us and have each other. I mean, it’s the best of both worlds, really.”
“It’s selfish.”
“Yeah. So if they get to be selfish, then we should get to be selfish, too.”
“What do you mean?”
“If they get to share each other, what’s stopping us from sharing each other?”
Changmin turned his head and stared at him with narrowed eyes.
“I’m just saying,” Junsu said with a shrug. “If they’re in there making out and having fun with each other, why can’t we do that, too?”
“Alright,” Changmin said and rolled over so he was facing Junsu. “Who are you and what have you done with Junsu?”
Junsu laughed. “Jae said that to me a few weeks ago. And I … I don’t know. I don’t want the only person I’ve kissed to be Yoochun. That’s like … kind of pathetic, you know?”
“So, you’re now Junsu the Slut instead of Junsu the Righteous?”
“I don’t like that name. Slutty Su sounds better.”
Changmin burst out laughing. Junsu decided that was a good sign and he moved closer.
Changmin shook his head but didn’t hesitate to pull Junsu against him. “What happened to our straightness?”
Junsu shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t really care. Kiss me now?”
Changmin sighed. “Why the hell not?”
Junsu leaned down. Changmin’s hand slid up his shoulder and into his hair. He pulled Junsu down to him, and their lips met. It was no where near as terrifying as his first kiss with Yoochun. Changmin’s other hand settled on Junsu’s hip, and then curled around his body. Junsu moaned and shifted closer. Their kissed stayed chaste for another couple of seconds, and then Changmin swiped his tongue along Junsu’s lower lip. Junsu hummed in agreement and deepened the kiss, letting his body fall completely against Changmin’s. Without stopping the kiss, they adjusted until Junsu was flush against Changmin’s chest and each had a leg between the others. They both moaned when Changmin moved his hips.
“Yoochun has taught you well,” Changmin said against Junsu’s lips.
Junsu smiled. “He’s an amazing kisser.”
“So are you,” Changmin said. “Stop talking.”
“You started it.”
Changmin smirked and kissed him again, more dominate, more passionate, and Junsu meeped and followed along. He knew Changmin was frustrated, and taking his frustrations at Jae out on him. Not that Junsu minded. It was a fucking sexy kiss, and by the time Changmin finally broke away, Junsu was aching for more.
“Feel better?” Junsu whispered, kissing down Changmin’s cheek to his neck.
Changmin’s fingers were light on his back, tracing circles over his t-shirt. “I don’t know.”
“You should go talk to Jaejoong. He likes you. And like you said. You’re still young, Changmin. This isn’t going to be your only relationship.”
“I know. It’s really hard not to fall for him.”
Junsu pushed up enough to look down at him. “You know, if you’re really mad, you could always punish him for it.”
“What?”
“I was talking to Yoochun last week about some things, and Jaejoong loves to be spanked and whipped and gagged and-”
Changmin blushed and looked away.
“Go take your frustration out on him. It’s his fault anyway. Throw a cock ring on him and fuck him until he’s begging.”
“Okay, I’m serious. Who the fuck are you?”
Junsu giggled and rolled away, and off the bed. He held his hands out for Changmin. “Come on. You need to talk to Jaejoong and I need Yoochun to suck me off.”
Changmin sighed, but let Junsu pull him up and lead him from the room.
Part 21: cock rings and spankings and gags ... oh my!
Part 19: postponing the present
Part 18: confronting the past
Part 17: more understanding
Part 16: understanding
Part 15: realizations at home
Part 14: the visit home
Part 13: finding pleasure
Part 12: losing innocence
Part 11: moving on
Part 10: kisses
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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