Wildflowers [7]
Title: Wildflowers
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own the Secret Code album. Sadly, nothing more.
Pairing: Jaemin, Jaechun
Length: [7/10?]
Genre: Romance, angst, slight smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some smuttiness, some language (mostly Junsu), umm...does implied abuse count as a warning? o.o
Summary: Changmin sits back and watches love bloom. It grows wild and unintentional.
Previous Chapters
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Seven
They share Changmin's bed for almost a week. Jaejoong's bed becomes more of a shelf for them to store things.
Every night when Changmin finishes studying at his desk or comes in the room after tutoring Junsu, he finds Jaejoong already snuggled up on his bed while his own bed remains untouched with jackets and notebooks and socks strewn everywhere. As quietly as he can, Changmin slides in beside Jaejoong, careful not to wake him. But it never fails. As soon as Changmin has the covers over him, Jaejoong turns and attaches himself to Changmin's chest.
He'd never say anything but it was like he used Changmin as his protection. His warm shield. Throughout the day, he seemed ever cold and distant, crumbling at the edges until the day Yoochun would decide to take him back again. But at night, he looked so small buried into Changmin's neck. Changmin's heart would do flips the entire night. Jaejoong was soft and his hair smelled like sandalwood.
One night Changmin is awoken from sleep in the middle of the night. He sees Jaejoong's sleepy eyes, mere inches from his, open and watching. He rubs Changmin's arm, up and down, feeling the hair and muscle and warmth.
When he realizes Changmin is awake, he half panics. He screws his eyes shut and pretends to sleep, snatching his hand away from Changmin's arm. Changmin wakes up the next morning thinking it was all an incredible dream.
For a few days, Yunho and Junsu treat Changmin like a broken vase and they have to tiptoe around his scattered sharp edges.
"Me and Yunho are going out to eat for dinner," Junsu puts a hand on Changmin's shoulder and squeezes as they walk away from the science building. "You wanna come with?"
Changmin shakes his head. "No, thanks."
Yunho and Junsu exchange looks. Yunho searches Changmin's face. "Are you sure? You seem like you could use a...break."
"No." Changmin avoids eye contact, pulling his sweater around him tighter. "I need to get to bed early."
Yunho examines Changmin's face as if looking for untruth. "Do you have a test tomorrow?"
"No. I just need to get to bed."
They watch Changmin pull ahead, clutching his sweater and wonder whether their friend would simply wilt in time under direct sunlight.
Changmin practically runs to his dorm. It's barely eight o'clock but he wants all the time in the world to sleep tonight and every night hereafter. When he opens the door, he tries his best not to leap for joy when he sees Jaejoong's back already snuggled in bed.
Changmin slings his bag on Jaejoong's bed, pushing away the thought of all the impending homework that was inside and hurries into his night clothes. His heart palpitates as he stands next to his bed and slides in under the sheets next to Jaejoong's warmth.
Tonight is different. The moment Changmin is settled with the blankets over himself, Jaejoong doesn't turn around and glue himself to Changmin's side. He remains still and silent. Changmin can only see the back of his head and watches his back rise and fall. He figures he must be asleep already.
The younger leaps between the idea of putting an arm around Jaejoong's shoulder or just going to sleep already. He doesn't get to choose because suddenly, Jaejoong turns around and lays his head on Changmin's shoulder, throwing a leg over Changmin's and placing a hand on the younger's chest. Changmin glows like a firefly.
It becomes even less routine when Jaejoong whispers next to Changmin's ear. "Thank you."
Changmin doesn't know what to say. No. Thank you. "No problem."
Jaejoong is watching Changmin's face intently. "I want to thank you properly."
"For what?"
"For making me happy."
Changmin fights back the goofiest grin and he's afraid to speak because he just might scream out in victory like he's just won the Olympics. He takes a couple deep breaths, fiery torches glimmering in his head. "I'm glad. But you don't have to do anything."
Jaejoong's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "I do. I want to make you happy, Changmin."
Changmin thinks he'd burst if he were any happier.
"I know how to make you happy, Min." Jaejoong swallows again. "It's made everyone I've ever known happy."
Changmin's heart wants to scramble through his chest and give Jaejoong a hug.
The eldest's hand slides down to rest at the waistband of Changmin's pants. "This is a gift."
Changmin's glee falters for a minute, slightly confused. Is there a present somewhere?
Jaejoong presses in closer to Changmin's ear and breathes hotly, "Tell me how you want it."
Changmin gulps uneasily. He nearly jumps out of bed when Jaejoong's hand slips under his shirt and explores bare skin.
"What if I ran my tongue down the cleft of your ass?" Jaejoong hisses into Changmin's ear. "Would that feel good, Min?"
Alarms go off in Changmin's head. He doesn't know what's going on but he has to get out of here before his stiffening cock cancels out every logical thought in his head. "Jae," Changmin croaks, trying to wiggle away but Jaejoong has half his weight on top of him, holding him down, making it impossible for Changmin to escape without literally dumping the other on the floor. "What are you doing?"
The other continues, "What if I shoved my tongue inside you? And stretched you open. That'd feel good, wouldn't it, Min? I know you'd taste divine, Min. You'd taste just like the devil's candy."
"Jae, please stop." Changmin can't keep the rising panic out of his voice while his cock stirs.
"That's why I'd put your whole cock in my wet, hot mouth as far as it would go." He licks Changmin's earlobe. " God, I want to feel the throbbing tip of your length against the back of my throat. I know you've got a lot to offer, Min. I can feel you, Min. I can feel every inch of you."
His cock, hard and agitated, presses against Jaejoong's thigh and Changmin blushes furiously. "No, Jae, please stop it, stop it, please."
"It's happy, Min. Aren't you happy, too? That's all I want, Min. Dammit, that's all I want. You're so pretty when you smile."
"Fuck. Stop, Jae."
"I want to see you smile as I take your stiff cock deep and ride you til you're high."
"Shut up."
"You want it. You want my tight ass clenching around you when you cum. I know you want it. I know you do. I wanna give you what you want. Let me make you happy, Min. Don't fight it. Let me make you happy."
"Shut u--Shit. STOP IT! Shut the fuck up. Leave me alone!"
The second Jaejoong pulls away, surprised, Changmin jerks back, rolling over so that his back faces Jaejoong and his cock rests hard and needy between his thighs.
He breathes harshly, a million thoughts flashing through his head and none of them make any sense. His hand itching to travel down, down and offer some relief or perhaps just turn back around and let Jaejoong do it for him, but now is not the time.
Jaejoong says nothing for a while. They lie there in silence, both positive that the other was still wide awake. Soon, Changmin feels the tip of Jaejoong's finger on his back, tracing slow patterns.
Changmin is sure he hears the other whisper, "Don't fight it, Min."
Changmin finally closes his eyes hours later, teetering on the very edge of the crowded, twin-sized bed with wing-shaped patterns on his back lulling him to sleep.
He dreams an unsettling, fantastic dream.
He dreams that Jaejoong does all the things he'd promised. Everything to make Changmin happy. His slender hands rubbing between Changmin's thighs, breath ghosting against the trail of coarse hair traveling down his hitching belly. Jaejoong's mouth engulfs him and his tongue traces wing-shaped patterns on the underside of his cock.
Changmin opens his eyes blearily and realizes it's not a dream.
Vision clouded with sleep, Changmin looks down and sees the blankets thrown to the bottom of the bed, his pants thrown to the floor and Jaejoong between his legs and looking delicious.
He watches his dick disappear and reappear from Jaejoong's mouth and loses all prospect that he might still be dreaming when Jaejoong moans around the shaft, sending a volt of pleasure up his spine and down to Changmin's balls.
Changmin sits up, half bewildered, half god, don't stop.
"J-Jae," He rasps while Jaejoong sucks the precum from his tip.
Jaejoong's eyes are darkened, lust-bitten and Changmin wonders if this is what Yoochun gets to see when they're together. And as he watches through heavy lids, he wants to be the one Jaejoong looks at like this, the one Jaejoong tastes like this, the only one; but a voice in the very, very back of his head says he'd rather be the only one to hold him first. Jaejoong fists the base and bobs his head up and down, watching Changmin's face all the while.
The eldest removes his hand and Changmin watches him go all the way down, more precum spurting against the back of Jaejoong's throat, til he has to screw his eyes shut and throw his head back, groaning against a wave of pleasure.
Jaejoong comes back up for air and he kisses the tip. "Tell me to stop, Min." His eyes challenge him. "But you want this. You don't want me to stop, do you?"
"Please," Changmin croaks, shaking his head faintly.
"Please, what?" Jaejoong pumps Changmin's cock with his hand and kisses his way up Changmin's chest. "Please, stop? Or please, more?"
Please, more. "Please..."
Faster, faster, he pumps Changmin's cock. Jaejoong cups Changmin's cheek with the other hand, pressing their foreheads together. "Please, what, Min? Tell me. I'll do it. I told you I'd do anything for you."
Please, stop. "I..." Changmin grabs Jaejoong's wrist pumping his member but he doesn't stop him.
"Changmin...?" It comes out weak, a lost question. Jaejoong no longer seems in control and fueled by lust. He licks his lips, uncertain, brow furrowed and his eyes watch Changmin's mouth, scared. Their lips are mere centimeters away and Jaejoong mouths something that Changmin can't quite catch.
He's waiting; he's stuck; he's begging and for the life of him, Changmin has no idea what he's asking for while the other's skilled, determined hand picks up speed and unsettles his thoughts.
Changmin's eyes roll, "Stop," but his body is going, going crazy and into Jaejoong's hand as he cums hard and long, clutching Jaejoong's wrist til he's sure he's left a mark. His mark.
He depletes. Calmly, Jaejoong massages his cock til it goes limp and Changmin pants, leaning his forehead against the elder's shoulder and stares at the cum stains on his bed thinking it's not laundry day, yet. Jaejoong's free hand trembles as he brings it around the other to pull him in closer.
But Changmin jerks back, knocking Jaejoong against the mattress and the springs cry out. Jaejoong watches, wide-eyed as Changmin leaps out of bed, scrambling into his discarded pajama pants, ignoring his boxers and heads for the door as fast as his legs will take him. Jaejoong wipes his cum-covered hand on the sheets and is after him in a second.
Changmin can barely hear Jaejoong's footsteps behind him above the roar in his ears as he charges down the hallway, awkwardly thankful that it is too early in the morning for him to run into anyone on his hall. He bursts into the community bathroom with Jaejoong close behind and races into a shower stall, slamming and locking the door behind him.
He turns the water on over his head in the tiny stall, only vaguely aware that he is still wearing clothes and the water is ice cold. Jaejoong says nothing. Changmin can't imagine what his face must look like, that beautiful, dangerous face; but Jaejoong stands outside his stall for a long time, waiting, rubbing his foot against his ankle.
Changmin hears another pair of feet pad into the bathroom and someone turns on the sink. The sink turns off. A vaguely familiar voice, probably Leeteuk but maybe not, "Hey, Jaejoong. What are you doing up so early?"
Changmin sees his bare feet under the door and for a moment, they don't move. Until finally, Jaejoong pulls himself away and leaves the bathroom without responding to whoever is at the sink.
Changmin stays in that stall til he's sure Jaejoong has already left for his first class of the day and then walks back to his room, dripping, ignoring the curious stares of his hallmates. He misses lunch.
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own the Secret Code album. Sadly, nothing more.
Pairing: Jaemin, Jaechun
Length: [7/10?]
Genre: Romance, angst, slight smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some smuttiness, some language (mostly Junsu), umm...does implied abuse count as a warning? o.o
Summary: Changmin sits back and watches love bloom. It grows wild and unintentional.
Previous Chapters
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Seven
They share Changmin's bed for almost a week. Jaejoong's bed becomes more of a shelf for them to store things.
Every night when Changmin finishes studying at his desk or comes in the room after tutoring Junsu, he finds Jaejoong already snuggled up on his bed while his own bed remains untouched with jackets and notebooks and socks strewn everywhere. As quietly as he can, Changmin slides in beside Jaejoong, careful not to wake him. But it never fails. As soon as Changmin has the covers over him, Jaejoong turns and attaches himself to Changmin's chest.
He'd never say anything but it was like he used Changmin as his protection. His warm shield. Throughout the day, he seemed ever cold and distant, crumbling at the edges until the day Yoochun would decide to take him back again. But at night, he looked so small buried into Changmin's neck. Changmin's heart would do flips the entire night. Jaejoong was soft and his hair smelled like sandalwood.
One night Changmin is awoken from sleep in the middle of the night. He sees Jaejoong's sleepy eyes, mere inches from his, open and watching. He rubs Changmin's arm, up and down, feeling the hair and muscle and warmth.
When he realizes Changmin is awake, he half panics. He screws his eyes shut and pretends to sleep, snatching his hand away from Changmin's arm. Changmin wakes up the next morning thinking it was all an incredible dream.
For a few days, Yunho and Junsu treat Changmin like a broken vase and they have to tiptoe around his scattered sharp edges.
"Me and Yunho are going out to eat for dinner," Junsu puts a hand on Changmin's shoulder and squeezes as they walk away from the science building. "You wanna come with?"
Changmin shakes his head. "No, thanks."
Yunho and Junsu exchange looks. Yunho searches Changmin's face. "Are you sure? You seem like you could use a...break."
"No." Changmin avoids eye contact, pulling his sweater around him tighter. "I need to get to bed early."
Yunho examines Changmin's face as if looking for untruth. "Do you have a test tomorrow?"
"No. I just need to get to bed."
They watch Changmin pull ahead, clutching his sweater and wonder whether their friend would simply wilt in time under direct sunlight.
Changmin practically runs to his dorm. It's barely eight o'clock but he wants all the time in the world to sleep tonight and every night hereafter. When he opens the door, he tries his best not to leap for joy when he sees Jaejoong's back already snuggled in bed.
Changmin slings his bag on Jaejoong's bed, pushing away the thought of all the impending homework that was inside and hurries into his night clothes. His heart palpitates as he stands next to his bed and slides in under the sheets next to Jaejoong's warmth.
Tonight is different. The moment Changmin is settled with the blankets over himself, Jaejoong doesn't turn around and glue himself to Changmin's side. He remains still and silent. Changmin can only see the back of his head and watches his back rise and fall. He figures he must be asleep already.
The younger leaps between the idea of putting an arm around Jaejoong's shoulder or just going to sleep already. He doesn't get to choose because suddenly, Jaejoong turns around and lays his head on Changmin's shoulder, throwing a leg over Changmin's and placing a hand on the younger's chest. Changmin glows like a firefly.
It becomes even less routine when Jaejoong whispers next to Changmin's ear. "Thank you."
Changmin doesn't know what to say. No. Thank you. "No problem."
Jaejoong is watching Changmin's face intently. "I want to thank you properly."
"For what?"
"For making me happy."
Changmin fights back the goofiest grin and he's afraid to speak because he just might scream out in victory like he's just won the Olympics. He takes a couple deep breaths, fiery torches glimmering in his head. "I'm glad. But you don't have to do anything."
Jaejoong's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "I do. I want to make you happy, Changmin."
Changmin thinks he'd burst if he were any happier.
"I know how to make you happy, Min." Jaejoong swallows again. "It's made everyone I've ever known happy."
Changmin's heart wants to scramble through his chest and give Jaejoong a hug.
The eldest's hand slides down to rest at the waistband of Changmin's pants. "This is a gift."
Changmin's glee falters for a minute, slightly confused. Is there a present somewhere?
Jaejoong presses in closer to Changmin's ear and breathes hotly, "Tell me how you want it."
Changmin gulps uneasily. He nearly jumps out of bed when Jaejoong's hand slips under his shirt and explores bare skin.
"What if I ran my tongue down the cleft of your ass?" Jaejoong hisses into Changmin's ear. "Would that feel good, Min?"
Alarms go off in Changmin's head. He doesn't know what's going on but he has to get out of here before his stiffening cock cancels out every logical thought in his head. "Jae," Changmin croaks, trying to wiggle away but Jaejoong has half his weight on top of him, holding him down, making it impossible for Changmin to escape without literally dumping the other on the floor. "What are you doing?"
The other continues, "What if I shoved my tongue inside you? And stretched you open. That'd feel good, wouldn't it, Min? I know you'd taste divine, Min. You'd taste just like the devil's candy."
"Jae, please stop." Changmin can't keep the rising panic out of his voice while his cock stirs.
"That's why I'd put your whole cock in my wet, hot mouth as far as it would go." He licks Changmin's earlobe. " God, I want to feel the throbbing tip of your length against the back of my throat. I know you've got a lot to offer, Min. I can feel you, Min. I can feel every inch of you."
His cock, hard and agitated, presses against Jaejoong's thigh and Changmin blushes furiously. "No, Jae, please stop it, stop it, please."
"It's happy, Min. Aren't you happy, too? That's all I want, Min. Dammit, that's all I want. You're so pretty when you smile."
"Fuck. Stop, Jae."
"I want to see you smile as I take your stiff cock deep and ride you til you're high."
"Shut up."
"You want it. You want my tight ass clenching around you when you cum. I know you want it. I know you do. I wanna give you what you want. Let me make you happy, Min. Don't fight it. Let me make you happy."
"Shut u--Shit. STOP IT! Shut the fuck up. Leave me alone!"
The second Jaejoong pulls away, surprised, Changmin jerks back, rolling over so that his back faces Jaejoong and his cock rests hard and needy between his thighs.
He breathes harshly, a million thoughts flashing through his head and none of them make any sense. His hand itching to travel down, down and offer some relief or perhaps just turn back around and let Jaejoong do it for him, but now is not the time.
Jaejoong says nothing for a while. They lie there in silence, both positive that the other was still wide awake. Soon, Changmin feels the tip of Jaejoong's finger on his back, tracing slow patterns.
Changmin is sure he hears the other whisper, "Don't fight it, Min."
Changmin finally closes his eyes hours later, teetering on the very edge of the crowded, twin-sized bed with wing-shaped patterns on his back lulling him to sleep.
He dreams an unsettling, fantastic dream.
He dreams that Jaejoong does all the things he'd promised. Everything to make Changmin happy. His slender hands rubbing between Changmin's thighs, breath ghosting against the trail of coarse hair traveling down his hitching belly. Jaejoong's mouth engulfs him and his tongue traces wing-shaped patterns on the underside of his cock.
Changmin opens his eyes blearily and realizes it's not a dream.
Vision clouded with sleep, Changmin looks down and sees the blankets thrown to the bottom of the bed, his pants thrown to the floor and Jaejoong between his legs and looking delicious.
He watches his dick disappear and reappear from Jaejoong's mouth and loses all prospect that he might still be dreaming when Jaejoong moans around the shaft, sending a volt of pleasure up his spine and down to Changmin's balls.
Changmin sits up, half bewildered, half god, don't stop.
"J-Jae," He rasps while Jaejoong sucks the precum from his tip.
Jaejoong's eyes are darkened, lust-bitten and Changmin wonders if this is what Yoochun gets to see when they're together. And as he watches through heavy lids, he wants to be the one Jaejoong looks at like this, the one Jaejoong tastes like this, the only one; but a voice in the very, very back of his head says he'd rather be the only one to hold him first. Jaejoong fists the base and bobs his head up and down, watching Changmin's face all the while.
The eldest removes his hand and Changmin watches him go all the way down, more precum spurting against the back of Jaejoong's throat, til he has to screw his eyes shut and throw his head back, groaning against a wave of pleasure.
Jaejoong comes back up for air and he kisses the tip. "Tell me to stop, Min." His eyes challenge him. "But you want this. You don't want me to stop, do you?"
"Please," Changmin croaks, shaking his head faintly.
"Please, what?" Jaejoong pumps Changmin's cock with his hand and kisses his way up Changmin's chest. "Please, stop? Or please, more?"
Please, more. "Please..."
Faster, faster, he pumps Changmin's cock. Jaejoong cups Changmin's cheek with the other hand, pressing their foreheads together. "Please, what, Min? Tell me. I'll do it. I told you I'd do anything for you."
Please, stop. "I..." Changmin grabs Jaejoong's wrist pumping his member but he doesn't stop him.
"Changmin...?" It comes out weak, a lost question. Jaejoong no longer seems in control and fueled by lust. He licks his lips, uncertain, brow furrowed and his eyes watch Changmin's mouth, scared. Their lips are mere centimeters away and Jaejoong mouths something that Changmin can't quite catch.
He's waiting; he's stuck; he's begging and for the life of him, Changmin has no idea what he's asking for while the other's skilled, determined hand picks up speed and unsettles his thoughts.
Changmin's eyes roll, "Stop," but his body is going, going crazy and into Jaejoong's hand as he cums hard and long, clutching Jaejoong's wrist til he's sure he's left a mark. His mark.
He depletes. Calmly, Jaejoong massages his cock til it goes limp and Changmin pants, leaning his forehead against the elder's shoulder and stares at the cum stains on his bed thinking it's not laundry day, yet. Jaejoong's free hand trembles as he brings it around the other to pull him in closer.
But Changmin jerks back, knocking Jaejoong against the mattress and the springs cry out. Jaejoong watches, wide-eyed as Changmin leaps out of bed, scrambling into his discarded pajama pants, ignoring his boxers and heads for the door as fast as his legs will take him. Jaejoong wipes his cum-covered hand on the sheets and is after him in a second.
Changmin can barely hear Jaejoong's footsteps behind him above the roar in his ears as he charges down the hallway, awkwardly thankful that it is too early in the morning for him to run into anyone on his hall. He bursts into the community bathroom with Jaejoong close behind and races into a shower stall, slamming and locking the door behind him.
He turns the water on over his head in the tiny stall, only vaguely aware that he is still wearing clothes and the water is ice cold. Jaejoong says nothing. Changmin can't imagine what his face must look like, that beautiful, dangerous face; but Jaejoong stands outside his stall for a long time, waiting, rubbing his foot against his ankle.
Changmin hears another pair of feet pad into the bathroom and someone turns on the sink. The sink turns off. A vaguely familiar voice, probably Leeteuk but maybe not, "Hey, Jaejoong. What are you doing up so early?"
Changmin sees his bare feet under the door and for a moment, they don't move. Until finally, Jaejoong pulls himself away and leaves the bathroom without responding to whoever is at the sink.
Changmin stays in that stall til he's sure Jaejoong has already left for his first class of the day and then walks back to his room, dripping, ignoring the curious stares of his hallmates. He misses lunch.
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