Wildflowers [4b]
Changmin takes a deep breath and straightens his shoulders. Readjusts his hair. Shakes it out again. Then figures, oh the hell with it and just barges into the room without a clue as to why he was even in there anymore.
Jaejoong lies sprawled out on his bed, cheeks flushed and breathing hard. His dilated eyes dart toward the door and roll to the back of his head as he strokes from base to tip. "Shit, Min. Close the door."
Changmin stares, unable to move or fully process what is going on but he figures since his roommate's pants are unzipped and has precum on his fingertips, he might want to leave, right?
Changmin had taken a panicked two steps out the door when Jaejoong suddenly grunts, "Don't go."
The youngest stands in the doorway, bones stricken cold. What was he supposed to do? Leave the door open for all his passing dorm mates to look inside and see Jaejoong with his dick out?
He steps back inside and closes the door.
The way Jaejoong's breath shivers and shakes, breaking off as he pumps his cock hard. It sends waves through Changmin's chest, down passed his bellybutton, to his twitching member.
He tries to look in every direction but Jaejoong. The walls, the floor, the beds, Jaejoong's toes, Jaejoong's face twisted up in frustrated pleasure. Jaejoong licks the precum off his fingertips and continues stroking, barely acknowledging Changmin's presence, as if getting off were his top priority. Modesty would come second.
As his strokes become quicker, jerkier, he raises his lower body up on his toes, shoulders burying into the mattress. He bites his lip hard, eyebrows furrowed until suddenly his mouth drops open and clamps shut and he throws his head back while a bright string of white shoots through the air like a cream fountain.
As his breathing slows and his hand loses tempo, Changmin feels like a nasty intruder. One who breaks into your house at night and doesn't steal precious jewelry. He steals precious moments, private moments and watches the light reflect off your soul. He's unclean, unwanted.
Jaejoong lies there, spent and stares up at the ceiling. He tucks himself in and lets his limbs lie motionless wherever they so choose to fall. Changmin practically jumps to his desk on the other side of the room and hunches over his laptop with his back facing his roommate. Silent minutes pass with Changmin pretending that staring at his desktop is a productive activity.
He swallows finally, "Are you okay?"
Jaejoong doesn't answer. Changmin doesn't want to look at his face.
"Jaejoong?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you--? Can I ask you a question?"
"You're about to anyway."
Changmin rolls the next sentence over in his head, testing it, tasting it. "Are you a sex addict?"
"No."
Simple. As if people asked him that all the time. Changmin chews on his lip and swivels around in his chair. "Is Yoochun?"
Jaejoong's face is a blank slate. Shapeless and empty. "Maybe."
"I-is that why you like him?"
Jaejoong just laughs soundlessly. "I never said he was a sex addict."
Changmin gnaws on his bottom lip til it nearly blushes blue. "But you said maybe."
"It's possible."
"So, is he?"
"Dunno."
"How long have you known him?"
"Forever."
"And you don't know if he's a sex addict?"
Jaejoong looks at Changmin for the first time. "Does liking cake mean you're addicted to dessert?"
Changmin hesitates. All his senses telling him to stop and backtrack. But his mouth pushes forward. "So, why do you like him?"
Jaejoong cracks a thin smile. "Why are you asking?"
"I'm curious about you."
"You're asking the wrong questions."
"Then what's your family like?"
"Like a bunch of dead roses."
"Does Yoochun know them?"
"I thought you were curious about me."
"Does your family know he hits you?"
Jaejoong goes suffocatingly silent. Changmin closes his eyes and wishes for a time machine to take the last ten minutes back.
Jaejoong slips his cellphone out of his back pocket, licking chapped lips. "His touch is like a fresh field of wild daisies after the rain compared to a bunch of dead, crusty roses."
Changmin gulps, suddenly out of breath as if he'd just gone tripping through a minefield. He watches quietly while Jaejoong presses buttons on his phone, tongue peeking out at the corner of his mouth.
He breaks into a toothy smile so suddenly, Changmin nearly falls out of his chair. He hears the shutter from Jaejoong's cellphone and he rapidly presses buttons again. He lies there with his phone pressed close to his chest where Changmin imagines faded dark-colored swirls beneath that button-down shirt. Jaejoong's cell vibrates and he quickly snaps it open and reads. He frowns.
He raises his arm high in the air again picks another pose. Presses buttons. Waits. Reads. He tries again. He picks another pose. Innocent. Fun. Silly. Sweet. Serious. Beautiful. Pouty. Flirty. Naughty. Come-hither. Naughty. Sex kitten. Naughty. Repeat.
It isn't until Jaejoong switches to video mode and begins biting his lip and slips a hand down his pants that Changmin soon realizes that he'd never gotten around to telling Jaejoong the things Yunho and Junsu wanted him to.
"Ummm, do you want me to leave?" Heart pounding in his throat, Changmin had already unplugged his laptop and tucked it under his arm, ready to duck out of the room without another word. Jaejoong's panting alone gets Changmin half hard and he hesitates between ogling and scampering away like a frightened mouse.
"No." Jaejoong whimpers, the ministrations in his jeans quickening. "Stay."
Jaejoong closes his eyes, mouth stretching open, letting out a stream of soundless moans. Changmin leaves, locking the door behind him.
Five
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I feel really close to the characters in this fic. That's probably why I keep writing instead of studying like I'm supposed to. x''''D Except Yoochun. He's icky in this fic. *sigh*
Sorry for cutting this chapter so awkwardly. It was supposed to be one chapter but LJ is giving me ABSOLUTE hell. >________>
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