Fanfiction: Growing Pains, Chapter 4
Title: Growing Pains, Chapter 4
Pairing: OT5, eventually
Rating: R-ish
Summary: In which Yunho gets some. Okay, fine, a lot.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
...I have no idea where this is going XD Any ideas would be great, but right now I'm feeling kind of bad for Junsu and Yoochun, so hmm XD Thank you all for reading!
The best thing to do now, Changmin decides after a sleepless night, would be to lie low until everything blows over and Junsu recovers from whatever madness has currently taken possession of him. He shuffles from class to class warily, slouching uncharacteristically and wishing for the first time in his life that he wasn’t so conspicuously tall. Junsu has left about a dozen woeful messages in his cell phone over the last eighteen hours beseeching Changmin to call him, please, so they can talk, but oh no, Changmin isn’t falling for that, no matter how mournful Junsu attempts to sound. He’s not sure what Junsu’s trying to pull but he has a nasty suspicion it’s related to Jaejoong kissing him, somehow, and he can just see the both of them plotting together, even now. Changmin scowls darkly and takes a vengeful bite out of his sandwich. It would be just like Junsu to find the whole situation hilarious.
It doesn’t help that Changmin can’t stop replaying both scenes over and over in his mind. Jaejoong was all heat and tongue, and Changmin feels his face flushing just recalling it. Junsu was honey-sweet and smooth, and familiar, Changmin can’t help thinking, which is stupid, he knows, seeing as he’s never actually kissed his best friend before yesterday, but kissing Junsu was an oddly comfortable affair, all the same. Changmin’s face grows hotter just remembering how he’d let it carry on -for a full five minutes- before he’d had the sense to get up and flee for his sanity. He leans back against the tree -a different tree, of course, and in a different part of the school from where he and Junsu were yesterday- with an annoyed huff, chewing viciously. Damn it, he should not be thinking of that again; heaven knows he’s done it enough over the past day.
It is there that Yoochun finds him, mouth full and occasionally muttering discontentedly under his breath. Changmin is so caught up in his food and his thoughts that he doesn’t even notice Yoochun before it’s too late.
Yoochun, however, has come prepared. His smile is merely friendly and unthreatening as he settles next to Changmin, book in hand. “Hey.”
“Hello.” Changmin returns, warily, before his gaze falls on the book and is instantly caught, from the curious look that replaces the suspicion in his eyes. Yoochun fights to hide a smirk. Oh, Park Yoochun, you are too good.
“Is that poetry?” Changmin is asking, tilting his head to get a better look at the cover.
“Sylvia Plath, actually. I heard she was pretty disturbed, but she did write good poetry.”
Changmin is nodding, lips pursed, and Yoochun has to fight the urge to just seize the younger boy and ravage him, and barely catches what Changmin is saying. “I’ve read one or two of her poems. I’ve always wanted to read more, but I never got around to doing it.”
Stick to the plan, Yoochun, stick to the plan. This is going perfectly. Yoochun attempts his most disarmingly sincere smile as he presses the book into Changmin’s hand. “Here. You can have this to read. Take as long as you want.”
Changmin’s eyes widen. “Oh, no, it’s yours-”
Yoochun silences him with a finger pressed gently to his lips, smile growing. “It’s fine. I want you to have it first. A simple thank you will suffice.”
Changmin’s smile is hesitant and slightly uncertain. “Well, um, thank you. Very much.”
“You’re perfectly welcome. Well! I have to go, now. See you around, boy genius”, and before Changmin can say anything to that Yoochun is gone.
Changmin frowns. Certainly not what he would have expected from Park Yoochun. He opens the front cover of the book and is surprised to find a pink flower, delicately pressed, on the first page, and holds it up gently to the light, smiling faintly. He thinks he really likes this Park Yoochun, now.
Yoochun watches Changmin’s wondering smile from behind a wall of the nearby school building and almost laughs in satisfaction, but doesn’t. Score another one for Park Yoochun. Oh, this is going well.
---
Jaejoong finally finds Yunho in the queue at lunch, and before Yunho has registered what’s happening an irate Jaejoong has him cornered in the old, abandoned gym across from the main school.
Yunho blinks and attempts to stall for time. “Ah, Jaejoong-ah, what’s going on?”
“What’s going on?” Jaejoong hisses, and Yunho backs up a step. “You tell me what’s going on! You’ve been avoiding me and your friends are all perverts.”
“I haven’t been avoiding you!” Yunho protests, which is the truth. “And by pervert, I gather you’ve met Yoochun-ah.”
“Yes, I’ve met Yoochun! And Changmin, too.”
Yunho frowns. Changmin? What’s Changmin got to do with anything? “Changmin isn’t a pervert. Or, at least, not that I know of. And he isn’t my friend.”
“Oh?” Jaejoong is advancing, now, and Yunho backs up another step. “He said about the same thing, but then he got all worked up when I said he liked you.”
Yunho attempts not to gape. “Changmin doesn’t like me.”
“Hm, is that so? That must mean it’s you who likes Changmin, then.”
Yunho doesn’t think he’s ever been accused of anything this outrageous in his life before. “I do not like Changmin! Though I’ve been watching that boy. There’s something a bit off about him and I’m going to find out just what.”
Jaejoong snorts, then, and Yunho realizes he’s been backed up against the wall and there isn’t anywhere left to go. Damn. “Yeah, because that’s the only reason for anyone to watch Changmin-ah, isn’t it?”
“But-”, and then Jaejoong is kissing him, hands finding their way under Yunho’s shirt, and Yunho is leaning into the kiss, and twisting them around so it is now Jaejoong that’s pressed up against the wall, and they are both panting and then Jaejoong does something with his hands that makes Yunho throw his head back with a strangled gasp and any protests at Jaejoong’s accusations to fly right out of his head.
Jaejoong is purring in satisfaction and drawing lazy circles on Yunho’s bare chest when Yunho is actually content for the first time in days when the other boy sits up abruptly and fixes him with a sultry smile that makes Yunho respond in a way that he really shouldn’t be responding. Not so soon, anyway.
“You know…”, voice a lazy drawl, tongue emerging to lick at a full lower lip, and Jaejoong relishes the way Yunho’s eyes follow the movement, “you should try kissing Changmin sometime, too.”
Too? Too? Yunho doesn’t think he’s ever been this baffled. “You kissed Changmin. Shim Changmin.”
Jaejoong’s voice is muffled as he leans in to lick at Yunho’s collarbone, and Yunho suppresses a shudder. “So what if I did?”
Yunho shakes his head in a futile attempt to clear it, and wonders briefly if he should push Jaejoong and that distracting tongue away, before a voice in his head starts to laugh hysterically at the very idea of Yunho pushing Jaejoong away. Like that’ll ever happen. Especially when it involves a half-naked Jaejoong doing things with his tongue. “It’s, er. Up to you who you want to kiss, I suppose. Though I didn’t expect it to be Changmin- mm, that’s nice.”
“You’re missing out if you don’t get some of Changmin-ah. Did you know he swims?” Jaejoong giggles lightly against Yunho’s skin, and Yunho blinks again. No, he most definitely did not know that. Very intriguing.
“Plus”, Jaejoong has moved his attentions to Yunho’s neck now, alternating little nips and laving at the spot with his tongue, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
Yunho groans softly under his ministrations, but manages to choke out a laugh at Jaejoong’s words. “Yes, I’m sure Changmin would really appreciate me jumping on him one day after class.”
Jaejoong straightens up to grin wickedly. “Why not? He certainly appreciated it when I did it.”
Yunho growls. “Tease”, and Jaejoong is laughing, as if in acknowledgment, and allows himself to be drawn in and kissed roughly.
---
Junsu frowns when Jaejoong saunters back into the classroom after lunch, shirt half undone and hair disheveled, face slightly flushed and a ridiculously pleased smile plastered on his face.
“You were with someone!” Junsu bursts out accusingly.
Jaejoong settles into his chair with a grin. “That obvious, huh?”
Junsu huffs and crosses his arms disapprovingly. “Yes, that obvious, and wipe that grin off your face. Was it Minnie-ah?”
“No, I haven’t seen Changmin-ah ever since he ran off yesterday. Still no luck?”
Junsu pouts. ‘No! Even though I left him about ten near-suicidal messages. Call himself my friend.”
Jaejoong laughs. “Friend! He’s probably afraid you’re going to rape him or something now”, then laughs harder and ducks when Junsu throws his pencil case at him.
Junsu scowls darkly. They’re all horrible. Hyukjae had only laughed and whooped when Junsu told him about Changmin over lunch, then merely patted his arm sympathetically and run off when Donghae had wandered over and mumbled something about aliens. Junsu is beginning to wonder if it’s some code word for sex. And now Jaejoong. In broad daylight, in school, to boot! Junsu sighs and resumes peering out the window. Ah, well. Maybe Yoochun is having better luck with Changmin.
---
Changmin is completely immersed in his new book and doesn’t notice Yunho, clothes strangely in disarray, coming into the class. Yunho gives him an odd look which Changmin mercifully misses, and then proceeds, not so surreptitiously, to stare at his side profile.
Damn Jaejoong and his suggestions. And damn Jaejoong for putting ideas in his head. While he has to admit the thought of Jaejoong and Changmin together is sort of attractive, if only because they are both very pretty boys, he shouldn’t even be thinking of touching Changmin. Or threading his fingers through his hair. Or kissing him senseless. Or wondering if Changmin would put up a fight, if Changmin would growl and struggle and bite, and oh, that would be very, very interesting, an angry Changmin, and Yunho squirms uncomfortably and mentally slaps himself for being a dirty old pervert.
They are halfway through the lesson before Changmin notices Yunho staring, and has to fight a gasp at the dark wanting in Yunho’s eyes, so similar to Jaejoong’s the day before, even as Yunho looks away hastily and Changmin has to wonder if he imagined the whole thing.
For some insane reason, Yunho’s brain decides that the best course of action would be to talk to Changmin after class. Once he’s reaffirmed that Changmin is nothing more than his usual annoyingly intelligent self, it doesn’t matter how many strange boys he’s kissed.
Changmin realizes he hasn’t imagined the whole thing when Yunho comes to his table after class as everyone is filing out, and braces himself with a sigh. He’s tired of running away, from both Junsu and Jaejoong, and he’s not about to run away with Yunho, too, and waits warily for Yunho to speak.
Yunho clears his throat and begins. “I hear you kissed Jaejoong yesterday.” Yunho expects Changmin to arch an eyebrow and deny it, or to coolly inform him that it’s none of his business, but instead Changmin’s reply is an eerie echo of Jaejoong’s. “So what if I did?”
Yunho doesn’t know if it’s the challenge in Changmin’s eyes or his reply, exactly like Jaejoong’s, that has Yunho jerking him up by the collar and pressing him up against the windows of the mercifully empty classroom. “Maybe you shouldn’t have kissed Jaejoong-ah. Maybe I’m going to make sure you never touch Jaejoong-ah again.”
Yunho almost lets him go, when Changmin gapes, but finds himself back on familiar territory when Changmin smirks. “And just what, pray tell, are you going to do about that?”
Yunho almost admires the younger boy’s aplomb, even as his tightens his grip almost roughly. “Trust me. You really don’t want to know”, then grunts as Changmin grips his forearms and pushes back with surprising strength, causing Yunho to stumble backwards into a table and almost fall. Yunho’s eyes narrow. Right, a swimmer, how could he have forgotten? Changmin’s face is flushed, even as he reaches up to loosen and tug off his tie, and his eyes flash dangerously as Yunho rights himself and advances. “This isn’t about Jaejoong, is it?”
“You’re right. It’s not”, and Yunho is kissing him, jerking the taller boy down by the collar and pushing back at the same time, until Changmin falls back against the window again with a grunt. Changmin does fight, with his teeth and hands, but Yunho doesn’t let up, and only loosens his grip when Changmin’s fists unclench and his fingers begin to scrabble insistently at the buttons of Yunho’s shirt, at the clasp of his pants, at his zipper.
Yes, Yunho manages to think, his last coherent thought as a furious, growling Changmin practically rips Yunho’s shirt off, so much better than what he envisioned earlier.
---
Yoochun thinks his eyes are about to fall right out of his head.
Third floor classroom- boys going at it- Yunho and Changmin!- his brain gabbles incoherently and he swears under his breath. God, even Yunho got to Changmin before he did, and up against the glass. Yoochun swears again, a string of unutterable vileness, his arousal growing more and more apparent even as his eyes remain glued to the scene above, even as he rummages in his pocket for his cell phone and dials Junsu’s number to tell him that yes, he’s found Changmin, come over now.
---
Yunho guides Changmin the same way Jaejoong guided him earlier, but it is Changmin who initiates the second round fifteen minutes after they’re done with the first, and this time Yunho has to struggle to keep up.
They are both trying to catch their breath, Changmin’s head on Yunho’s chest and Yunho’s hand in Changmin’s damp hair -surprisingly soft, he muses- when the classroom door is flung open with a resounding crash. Changmin lets out a terrified yell and ducks behind Yunho, who’s managed to grab his shirt and is trying to cover as many vital bits as he possibly can, and blinks when he realizes it’s Yoochun and Junsu.
“Oh, my eyes!” Junsu moans, even as Yoochun visibly leers, and then Junsu is advancing, hand attempting to shield his eyes from the sight of a very naked Yunho, and is pulling Changmin up by the hand a second later. “You! Are coming with me!”
Changmin is struggling and protesting loudly “Just let me get my pants on, hyung- NO I AM NOT GOING OUT THERE NAKED-” and Yunho barely notices Yoochun next to him. Yoochun offers him a hand, then squints warily. “Your hand’s clean, right?”
Yunho nods -his left hand is, at least- and allows Yoochun to pull him up by that one, and starts searching for his boxers. He hopes Changmin hasn’t ripped it too badly.
Junsu is leaning over to kiss Yoochun on the cheek. “Thanks”, and then he is hauling a complaining, half-dressed Changmin out of the room, who is even now struggling with the buttons of his shirt. Yunho tries to ignore Yoochun’s eyes on him and accompanying smirk as he dresses, and reminds himself that Yoochun’s seen him naked hundreds of times before. Which doesn’t stop him from leering every time he does, Yunho thinks with a sigh.
“What?” He asks when he finally turns back, decently clothed, at the very least, and catches Yoochun’s thoughtful frown. That look can only mean Yoochun’s planning something.
“I need your help.”
“What?”
Yoochun scowls darkly. “Well, seeing as you’ve gotten into his pants even before I did -god knows how you managed that- I’m going to admit this once that we probably need your help.”
Yunho frowns as he manages to put two and two together. “What, Changmin? And who’s ‘we’?”
Yoochun sighs and rolls his eyes. “Me. And Junsu. Now are you going to help, or what?”
Yunho laughs and shakes his head. “And just why should I be helping you to corrupt innocent young boys?” He catches Yoochun’s look and shrugs. “All right, fine, not so innocent. But still.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrow. “You could refuse, but then I’d just have to tell Changmin about the time when we were eleven and you-”
“Fine!” Yunho glares. “But you’re not allowed to use that one ever again.”
Yoochun grins. “Fair enough. I’ve got a thousand more of your dirty little secrets to spill, anyway.”
Yunho frowns. Just how many does Yoochun have? But then Yoochun is slinging an arm around him and walking him out of the classroom, and smirking again. “So. What happened to ‘I’m not gay’?”
Yunho gives Yoochun a shove that sends him stumbling, who merely cackles loudly in glee. “Shut up.”
Pairing: OT5, eventually
Rating: R-ish
Summary: In which Yunho gets some. Okay, fine, a lot.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
...I have no idea where this is going XD Any ideas would be great, but right now I'm feeling kind of bad for Junsu and Yoochun, so hmm XD Thank you all for reading!
The best thing to do now, Changmin decides after a sleepless night, would be to lie low until everything blows over and Junsu recovers from whatever madness has currently taken possession of him. He shuffles from class to class warily, slouching uncharacteristically and wishing for the first time in his life that he wasn’t so conspicuously tall. Junsu has left about a dozen woeful messages in his cell phone over the last eighteen hours beseeching Changmin to call him, please, so they can talk, but oh no, Changmin isn’t falling for that, no matter how mournful Junsu attempts to sound. He’s not sure what Junsu’s trying to pull but he has a nasty suspicion it’s related to Jaejoong kissing him, somehow, and he can just see the both of them plotting together, even now. Changmin scowls darkly and takes a vengeful bite out of his sandwich. It would be just like Junsu to find the whole situation hilarious.
It doesn’t help that Changmin can’t stop replaying both scenes over and over in his mind. Jaejoong was all heat and tongue, and Changmin feels his face flushing just recalling it. Junsu was honey-sweet and smooth, and familiar, Changmin can’t help thinking, which is stupid, he knows, seeing as he’s never actually kissed his best friend before yesterday, but kissing Junsu was an oddly comfortable affair, all the same. Changmin’s face grows hotter just remembering how he’d let it carry on -for a full five minutes- before he’d had the sense to get up and flee for his sanity. He leans back against the tree -a different tree, of course, and in a different part of the school from where he and Junsu were yesterday- with an annoyed huff, chewing viciously. Damn it, he should not be thinking of that again; heaven knows he’s done it enough over the past day.
It is there that Yoochun finds him, mouth full and occasionally muttering discontentedly under his breath. Changmin is so caught up in his food and his thoughts that he doesn’t even notice Yoochun before it’s too late.
Yoochun, however, has come prepared. His smile is merely friendly and unthreatening as he settles next to Changmin, book in hand. “Hey.”
“Hello.” Changmin returns, warily, before his gaze falls on the book and is instantly caught, from the curious look that replaces the suspicion in his eyes. Yoochun fights to hide a smirk. Oh, Park Yoochun, you are too good.
“Is that poetry?” Changmin is asking, tilting his head to get a better look at the cover.
“Sylvia Plath, actually. I heard she was pretty disturbed, but she did write good poetry.”
Changmin is nodding, lips pursed, and Yoochun has to fight the urge to just seize the younger boy and ravage him, and barely catches what Changmin is saying. “I’ve read one or two of her poems. I’ve always wanted to read more, but I never got around to doing it.”
Stick to the plan, Yoochun, stick to the plan. This is going perfectly. Yoochun attempts his most disarmingly sincere smile as he presses the book into Changmin’s hand. “Here. You can have this to read. Take as long as you want.”
Changmin’s eyes widen. “Oh, no, it’s yours-”
Yoochun silences him with a finger pressed gently to his lips, smile growing. “It’s fine. I want you to have it first. A simple thank you will suffice.”
Changmin’s smile is hesitant and slightly uncertain. “Well, um, thank you. Very much.”
“You’re perfectly welcome. Well! I have to go, now. See you around, boy genius”, and before Changmin can say anything to that Yoochun is gone.
Changmin frowns. Certainly not what he would have expected from Park Yoochun. He opens the front cover of the book and is surprised to find a pink flower, delicately pressed, on the first page, and holds it up gently to the light, smiling faintly. He thinks he really likes this Park Yoochun, now.
Yoochun watches Changmin’s wondering smile from behind a wall of the nearby school building and almost laughs in satisfaction, but doesn’t. Score another one for Park Yoochun. Oh, this is going well.
---
Jaejoong finally finds Yunho in the queue at lunch, and before Yunho has registered what’s happening an irate Jaejoong has him cornered in the old, abandoned gym across from the main school.
Yunho blinks and attempts to stall for time. “Ah, Jaejoong-ah, what’s going on?”
“What’s going on?” Jaejoong hisses, and Yunho backs up a step. “You tell me what’s going on! You’ve been avoiding me and your friends are all perverts.”
“I haven’t been avoiding you!” Yunho protests, which is the truth. “And by pervert, I gather you’ve met Yoochun-ah.”
“Yes, I’ve met Yoochun! And Changmin, too.”
Yunho frowns. Changmin? What’s Changmin got to do with anything? “Changmin isn’t a pervert. Or, at least, not that I know of. And he isn’t my friend.”
“Oh?” Jaejoong is advancing, now, and Yunho backs up another step. “He said about the same thing, but then he got all worked up when I said he liked you.”
Yunho attempts not to gape. “Changmin doesn’t like me.”
“Hm, is that so? That must mean it’s you who likes Changmin, then.”
Yunho doesn’t think he’s ever been accused of anything this outrageous in his life before. “I do not like Changmin! Though I’ve been watching that boy. There’s something a bit off about him and I’m going to find out just what.”
Jaejoong snorts, then, and Yunho realizes he’s been backed up against the wall and there isn’t anywhere left to go. Damn. “Yeah, because that’s the only reason for anyone to watch Changmin-ah, isn’t it?”
“But-”, and then Jaejoong is kissing him, hands finding their way under Yunho’s shirt, and Yunho is leaning into the kiss, and twisting them around so it is now Jaejoong that’s pressed up against the wall, and they are both panting and then Jaejoong does something with his hands that makes Yunho throw his head back with a strangled gasp and any protests at Jaejoong’s accusations to fly right out of his head.
Jaejoong is purring in satisfaction and drawing lazy circles on Yunho’s bare chest when Yunho is actually content for the first time in days when the other boy sits up abruptly and fixes him with a sultry smile that makes Yunho respond in a way that he really shouldn’t be responding. Not so soon, anyway.
“You know…”, voice a lazy drawl, tongue emerging to lick at a full lower lip, and Jaejoong relishes the way Yunho’s eyes follow the movement, “you should try kissing Changmin sometime, too.”
Too? Too? Yunho doesn’t think he’s ever been this baffled. “You kissed Changmin. Shim Changmin.”
Jaejoong’s voice is muffled as he leans in to lick at Yunho’s collarbone, and Yunho suppresses a shudder. “So what if I did?”
Yunho shakes his head in a futile attempt to clear it, and wonders briefly if he should push Jaejoong and that distracting tongue away, before a voice in his head starts to laugh hysterically at the very idea of Yunho pushing Jaejoong away. Like that’ll ever happen. Especially when it involves a half-naked Jaejoong doing things with his tongue. “It’s, er. Up to you who you want to kiss, I suppose. Though I didn’t expect it to be Changmin- mm, that’s nice.”
“You’re missing out if you don’t get some of Changmin-ah. Did you know he swims?” Jaejoong giggles lightly against Yunho’s skin, and Yunho blinks again. No, he most definitely did not know that. Very intriguing.
“Plus”, Jaejoong has moved his attentions to Yunho’s neck now, alternating little nips and laving at the spot with his tongue, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
Yunho groans softly under his ministrations, but manages to choke out a laugh at Jaejoong’s words. “Yes, I’m sure Changmin would really appreciate me jumping on him one day after class.”
Jaejoong straightens up to grin wickedly. “Why not? He certainly appreciated it when I did it.”
Yunho growls. “Tease”, and Jaejoong is laughing, as if in acknowledgment, and allows himself to be drawn in and kissed roughly.
---
Junsu frowns when Jaejoong saunters back into the classroom after lunch, shirt half undone and hair disheveled, face slightly flushed and a ridiculously pleased smile plastered on his face.
“You were with someone!” Junsu bursts out accusingly.
Jaejoong settles into his chair with a grin. “That obvious, huh?”
Junsu huffs and crosses his arms disapprovingly. “Yes, that obvious, and wipe that grin off your face. Was it Minnie-ah?”
“No, I haven’t seen Changmin-ah ever since he ran off yesterday. Still no luck?”
Junsu pouts. ‘No! Even though I left him about ten near-suicidal messages. Call himself my friend.”
Jaejoong laughs. “Friend! He’s probably afraid you’re going to rape him or something now”, then laughs harder and ducks when Junsu throws his pencil case at him.
Junsu scowls darkly. They’re all horrible. Hyukjae had only laughed and whooped when Junsu told him about Changmin over lunch, then merely patted his arm sympathetically and run off when Donghae had wandered over and mumbled something about aliens. Junsu is beginning to wonder if it’s some code word for sex. And now Jaejoong. In broad daylight, in school, to boot! Junsu sighs and resumes peering out the window. Ah, well. Maybe Yoochun is having better luck with Changmin.
---
Changmin is completely immersed in his new book and doesn’t notice Yunho, clothes strangely in disarray, coming into the class. Yunho gives him an odd look which Changmin mercifully misses, and then proceeds, not so surreptitiously, to stare at his side profile.
Damn Jaejoong and his suggestions. And damn Jaejoong for putting ideas in his head. While he has to admit the thought of Jaejoong and Changmin together is sort of attractive, if only because they are both very pretty boys, he shouldn’t even be thinking of touching Changmin. Or threading his fingers through his hair. Or kissing him senseless. Or wondering if Changmin would put up a fight, if Changmin would growl and struggle and bite, and oh, that would be very, very interesting, an angry Changmin, and Yunho squirms uncomfortably and mentally slaps himself for being a dirty old pervert.
They are halfway through the lesson before Changmin notices Yunho staring, and has to fight a gasp at the dark wanting in Yunho’s eyes, so similar to Jaejoong’s the day before, even as Yunho looks away hastily and Changmin has to wonder if he imagined the whole thing.
For some insane reason, Yunho’s brain decides that the best course of action would be to talk to Changmin after class. Once he’s reaffirmed that Changmin is nothing more than his usual annoyingly intelligent self, it doesn’t matter how many strange boys he’s kissed.
Changmin realizes he hasn’t imagined the whole thing when Yunho comes to his table after class as everyone is filing out, and braces himself with a sigh. He’s tired of running away, from both Junsu and Jaejoong, and he’s not about to run away with Yunho, too, and waits warily for Yunho to speak.
Yunho clears his throat and begins. “I hear you kissed Jaejoong yesterday.” Yunho expects Changmin to arch an eyebrow and deny it, or to coolly inform him that it’s none of his business, but instead Changmin’s reply is an eerie echo of Jaejoong’s. “So what if I did?”
Yunho doesn’t know if it’s the challenge in Changmin’s eyes or his reply, exactly like Jaejoong’s, that has Yunho jerking him up by the collar and pressing him up against the windows of the mercifully empty classroom. “Maybe you shouldn’t have kissed Jaejoong-ah. Maybe I’m going to make sure you never touch Jaejoong-ah again.”
Yunho almost lets him go, when Changmin gapes, but finds himself back on familiar territory when Changmin smirks. “And just what, pray tell, are you going to do about that?”
Yunho almost admires the younger boy’s aplomb, even as his tightens his grip almost roughly. “Trust me. You really don’t want to know”, then grunts as Changmin grips his forearms and pushes back with surprising strength, causing Yunho to stumble backwards into a table and almost fall. Yunho’s eyes narrow. Right, a swimmer, how could he have forgotten? Changmin’s face is flushed, even as he reaches up to loosen and tug off his tie, and his eyes flash dangerously as Yunho rights himself and advances. “This isn’t about Jaejoong, is it?”
“You’re right. It’s not”, and Yunho is kissing him, jerking the taller boy down by the collar and pushing back at the same time, until Changmin falls back against the window again with a grunt. Changmin does fight, with his teeth and hands, but Yunho doesn’t let up, and only loosens his grip when Changmin’s fists unclench and his fingers begin to scrabble insistently at the buttons of Yunho’s shirt, at the clasp of his pants, at his zipper.
Yes, Yunho manages to think, his last coherent thought as a furious, growling Changmin practically rips Yunho’s shirt off, so much better than what he envisioned earlier.
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Yoochun thinks his eyes are about to fall right out of his head.
Third floor classroom- boys going at it- Yunho and Changmin!- his brain gabbles incoherently and he swears under his breath. God, even Yunho got to Changmin before he did, and up against the glass. Yoochun swears again, a string of unutterable vileness, his arousal growing more and more apparent even as his eyes remain glued to the scene above, even as he rummages in his pocket for his cell phone and dials Junsu’s number to tell him that yes, he’s found Changmin, come over now.
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Yunho guides Changmin the same way Jaejoong guided him earlier, but it is Changmin who initiates the second round fifteen minutes after they’re done with the first, and this time Yunho has to struggle to keep up.
They are both trying to catch their breath, Changmin’s head on Yunho’s chest and Yunho’s hand in Changmin’s damp hair -surprisingly soft, he muses- when the classroom door is flung open with a resounding crash. Changmin lets out a terrified yell and ducks behind Yunho, who’s managed to grab his shirt and is trying to cover as many vital bits as he possibly can, and blinks when he realizes it’s Yoochun and Junsu.
“Oh, my eyes!” Junsu moans, even as Yoochun visibly leers, and then Junsu is advancing, hand attempting to shield his eyes from the sight of a very naked Yunho, and is pulling Changmin up by the hand a second later. “You! Are coming with me!”
Changmin is struggling and protesting loudly “Just let me get my pants on, hyung- NO I AM NOT GOING OUT THERE NAKED-” and Yunho barely notices Yoochun next to him. Yoochun offers him a hand, then squints warily. “Your hand’s clean, right?”
Yunho nods -his left hand is, at least- and allows Yoochun to pull him up by that one, and starts searching for his boxers. He hopes Changmin hasn’t ripped it too badly.
Junsu is leaning over to kiss Yoochun on the cheek. “Thanks”, and then he is hauling a complaining, half-dressed Changmin out of the room, who is even now struggling with the buttons of his shirt. Yunho tries to ignore Yoochun’s eyes on him and accompanying smirk as he dresses, and reminds himself that Yoochun’s seen him naked hundreds of times before. Which doesn’t stop him from leering every time he does, Yunho thinks with a sigh.
“What?” He asks when he finally turns back, decently clothed, at the very least, and catches Yoochun’s thoughtful frown. That look can only mean Yoochun’s planning something.
“I need your help.”
“What?”
Yoochun scowls darkly. “Well, seeing as you’ve gotten into his pants even before I did -god knows how you managed that- I’m going to admit this once that we probably need your help.”
Yunho frowns as he manages to put two and two together. “What, Changmin? And who’s ‘we’?”
Yoochun sighs and rolls his eyes. “Me. And Junsu. Now are you going to help, or what?”
Yunho laughs and shakes his head. “And just why should I be helping you to corrupt innocent young boys?” He catches Yoochun’s look and shrugs. “All right, fine, not so innocent. But still.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrow. “You could refuse, but then I’d just have to tell Changmin about the time when we were eleven and you-”
“Fine!” Yunho glares. “But you’re not allowed to use that one ever again.”
Yoochun grins. “Fair enough. I’ve got a thousand more of your dirty little secrets to spill, anyway.”
Yunho frowns. Just how many does Yoochun have? But then Yoochun is slinging an arm around him and walking him out of the classroom, and smirking again. “So. What happened to ‘I’m not gay’?”
Yunho gives Yoochun a shove that sends him stumbling, who merely cackles loudly in glee. “Shut up.”