You + Me = L-O-V-E [Oneshot]
Title: You + Me = L-O-V-E
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own that onigiri I made for lunch today. :D But no boys TT.TT
Pairing: Yunjae
Length: Oneshot
Genre: Smut~
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smex >D
Summary: Jaejoong needs incentive to learn math. Yunho is a good incentive.
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You + Me = L-O-V-E
On Friday, Jaejoong came home with a one-digit test score. On Friday, Jaejoong's dad lost his voice yelling. On Friday, Jaejoong's mom called all the relatives to shriek about her lazy, no-good son and then cried herself to sleep. They were always a dramatic bunch.
On Saturday, Jaejoong woke up to a phone call from Yoochun. Yoochun wanted to hang out all over town, goof off and talk about everything and nothing all at once. On Saturday, Junsu called, too. He wanted to go to the beach. On Saturday, Jaejoong was grounded and stayed at home, staring at the walls.
On Sunday, Changmin called. After hanging out with Yoochun and going to the beach with Junsu on Saturday, he had heard what had happened to Jaejoong. He called Jaejoong on Sunday just to laugh at him. The maknae was a bastard.
On Monday, Jaejoong went to school. On Monday, Jaejoong received twenty-three dirty looks from his math teacher. On Monday, Jaejoong tripped down the stairs in front of a couple hundred merciless high school students. On Monday, Jaejoong missed the bus and had to wait forty-five minutes beside a perverted hobo for the next one. On Monday, Jaejoong realized the past three and a half days had been the worst in his life.
When Jaejoong finally got home on Monday, he met Yunho.
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"And that's when you take the log of this number and- Are you listening?"
Jaejoong was not. "Uh-huh."
Yunho was patient. He smiled. "I guess we'll take a break then? Got anything to eat?"
"Food's in the fridge downstairs. Get me a banana." Jaejoong stayed put sprawled out on his bed, proving to be about as lazy and no-good as his mother had feared.
As Yunho pushed textbooks and papers aside and rolled off the bed, Jaejoong watched his long legs carry him out his bedroom door.
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A week had passed and they had gotten nowhere.
"You know what? It's probably best that you just memorize these equations. It'll be easier for the next part."
"Uh-huh." Jaejoong had already memorized one equation. Long legs plus the square root of a fine, toned ass times length times height divided by slender hands squared minus Jaejoong's age sixteen plus five very healthy years to equate Yunho's age twenty-one subtracted by the derivative of that deep voice murmuring in Jaejoong's ear multiplied by that smile equals one exquisite math tutor.
Yunho blinked at him. "You should probably also paint an elephant green for this problem, too."
"Mhmm."
"You're not even listening to me."
"Uh-huh."
Yunho sighed. He sat up, crossing his legs and looked Jaejoong in the eye. "What will it take to get you to start paying attention?"
Jaejoong took a bite from his banana. "Money."
Yunho laughed. "I don't have a whole lot of that. Hey, what's that?"
Jaejoong looked where he pointed. "What?" When he turned back around, his banana was gone.
"I'll let you have a bite if you get this problem right." Yunho held the fruit just out of reach with a smile.
"Oh, come on."
Yunho flipped to a page in the textbook with his free hand. "I'm not getting paid an hour a day to watch you eat. Now remember what I said. Break the problem up into pieces and tackle it step by step."
For the next few minutes, Jaejoong broke down the problem into pieces. If he got the problem wrong, he'd miss out on a perfectly good banana and Yunho would just show up again the next day in another polo shirt that hugged him in all the right places to do the same thing again. If he got it right, he'd get to finish his banana and Yunho would flash him with a smile and maybe they would have time later to play.
Yunho leaned over Jaejoong's shoulder. "That's right! See? You're smart. You just need incentive."
Jaejoong grabbed Yunho's wrist and took a bite from his banana right out of Yunho's hand. But he didn't just take a bite. He relaxed his throat and slowly took a good three quarters of the fruit into his mouth, making sure his tutor could see just how many inches Jaejoong could fit.
While Jaejoong chewed, Yunho turned to another page. "Okay, now let's try it with fractions."
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On Tuesday, Jaejoong was bored with bananas. He insisted on strawberries, of course. And he wouldn't eat them without chocolate syrup. But the fridge only had strawberries. So he made Yunho drive him to the supermarket for chocolate syrup. And he wouldn't finish chapter seven until all the strawberries were gone and the chocolate sauce had been licked clean from his lips. He aced chapter seven.
On Wednesday, Jaejoong demanded a massage with every correct question. Yunho started with his shoulders. Til Jaejoong insisted he massage elsewhere as well. From shoulders to lower back to calves to feet. Jaejoong offered Yunho a massage after cleanly finishing half of chapter eight. Yunho politely declined.
On Thursday, Jaejoong made a bet that if he finished the rest of chapter eight early, Yunho would play soccer with him and Junsu afterward. Jaejoong blew through chapter eight with twenty minutes to spare. He pretended to press buttons on his cell and when their third player failed to show up, Jaejoong claimed Junsu had blown him off to hang out with other friends. Jaejoong gave Yunho a run for his money out on the field. If only to work up a sweat, giving himself an excuse to strip his shirt off his sweaty body halfway through and show off those barbell nipple piercings he'd gotten last summer on a bet, thanks to Yoochun. He'd gotten the tattoo just cause he wanted to. He congratulated himself when Yunho finally lost his shirt as well by the end of the game.
On Friday, Jaejoong made Yunho promise he'd watch any movie of Jaejoong's choosing if he got through the rest of chapter ten without so much as one wrong answer. An hour later, Yunho wondered why they weren't heading downtown to the local theater. Instead, Jaejoong opened his laptop. He let Yunho sit through about fifteen minutes of straight porn before deciding that Yunho was getting bored. He switched to gay porn. Afterwards, Yunho gently chided him for focusing more on dirty videos than his studies and went home. Jaejoong went to sleep that night with the image of the slight bulge in Yunho's jeans and the flush in his cheeks before he closed the door to Jaejoong's room.
On Saturday, Yunho invited Jaejoong to hang out at his university. He gave Jaejoong a quick tour but they ended up in Yunho's dorm room for most of the day. Jaejoong discovered Yunho was a beast at Super Mario Bros. Brawl.
On Sunday, they spent most of daylight on the phone, only hanging up twice to charge cell phone batteries.
Next Monday, Jaejoong wanted fruits again. But Yunho had another idea.
Jaejoong eyed him up and down then up again. "When people do this kind of thing, isn't it normally the other way around? Like a punishment."
"You need incentive, not punishment." Yunho shrugged. Licked his lips. "It's better this way."
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow. "Then why can't you do it every time I get one right?"
Yunho just opened the textbook to chapter eleven.
Jaejoong smiled deviously. "You're the boss."
And so with every correct answer, Jaejoong lost an item of clothing. He went over every problem twice just to make absolutely sure it was right. And then off went a sock. But by the time Yunho's hour was up, Jaejoong had gotten almost every question right but had only made it down to his jeans.
Chapter eleven was a depressingly short chapter.
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"Section six is killing me."
"Well, let's go at it from another angle."
Jaejoong's mom hadn't gone grocery shopping yet, so they were fresh out of fruits. Yoochun had borrowed his laptop, so no more movies til he returned it. And none of that would've mattered anyway because no matter how hard Jaejoong tried, he couldn't get this section right. And it was driving him insane.
"And after you take the derivative, you should get this answer. Got it?"
Jaejoong frowned. "Ummm..."
"Where are you getting confused?"
"The beginning?"
"Shit." Yunho hissed and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
Jaejoong watched the way his hair fell out of place and resisted the urge to see how soft it was. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
Yunho leaned back on the bed. "No, don't be."
They just looked at each other for a while, imagining how unempty the empty space between them could be if they could just get passed this chapter.
Soon, it was Yunho's time to go. Maybe Jaejoong would get it tomorrow. He left, shoulders drooped, reluctant footsteps and a sigh in his chest. Disappointment.
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Jaejoong didn't get it for two days.
On the second day, Jaejoong had spent too much time fantasizing about Yunho's hands. When Yunho had actually shown up for his tutoring session, Jaejoong was sporting a mountainous hard on beneath the notebook he kept over his lap the whole time.
Incentives couldn't help. They tried strawberries. They tried losing Yunho's clothes. Nothing worked.
Jaejoong had never imagined any academic subject could make him so, so sexually frustrated.
On the third day, Jaejoong stayed after school to enlist help from his glaring math teacher who seemed to think lazy, no-good students like Jaejoong were equal to dirty underground rodents. She spent about thirty minutes trying to force feed Jaejoong equations while glaring but Jaejoong soon deemed her useless. Yunho would be at his house soon. He needed a solution. Now.
He found Changmin cleaning up in a science lab. Fourteen minutes later, Jaejoong was re-zipping his book bag, grinning like a lunatic.
Changmin sat back, feet propped up on the lab table, a cherry sucker poking out of his mouth. "Aren't your parents paying for a private tutor? Why don't you let me tutor you?"
Jaejoong had his reasons.
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"Wow."
Jaejoong nodded.
"This is...great progress."
Jaejoong nodded.
Yunho looked at him, setting the homework down on the bed, long fingers clenching and unclenching. "So. How should I reward you?"
Jaejoong smiled.
He grabbed a fist full of Yunho's collar and yanked. He planted a hungry kiss full on Yunho's lips. Damn, he tasted like strawberries.
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The games had become much more interesting.
"Finished?"
"Yeah."
"Lemme check it."
"Hope it's right."
"Me, too."
Jaejoong licked his lips.
After gaining Yunho's approval, Jaejoong situated himself over Yunho's lap, straddled him and kissed his forehead. He kissed his nose. He kissed his left cheek. His right cheek. He spent extra time on Yunho's lips, tasting them, savoring them.
He left a trail of butterfly kisses down his jawline. He licked his earlobe. He nibbled at Yunho's collarbone at the mark he'd left the last time he'd gotten a question right and kissed there, too. He left three kisses down Yunho's chest. Yunho had removed his shirt long ago after Jaejoong had completed a few rapid fire review questions.
He kissed his left nipple. Licked his right. Dragged his tongue down Yunho's abs. Jaejoong's head bobbed with the rise and fall of Yunho's chest as his breaths came long and labored. He circled around the navel and his tongue dipped inside. He looked up. Yunho looked back, pupils blown. Time for a new spot.
He took one of Yunho's hands, the ones he'd dreamed about, and wrapped his lips around an index finger. He first swirled his tongue around the tip before taking his finger whole and sucking hard.
Yunho retracted his finger from Jaejoong's mouth. Reluctantly. "Next question."
Jaejoong aced this one quickly and found himself straddling Yunho's lap again with Yunho's arms wrapped around his waist. He kissed his forehead. His nose, his left cheek, his right cheek, his lips, oh his lips, his jaw, his earlobe, his collarbone, his chest, but oh those lips.
"Wrong. Start over." Yunho smirked, breaking away from the non-sequential kiss.
Jaejoong started over. Forehead, nose, left cheek, right cheek, lips, jaw, earlobe, collarbone, chest, nipples, abs, bellybutton...
Jaejoong suddenly pulled back, biting his lip. "I don't remember what comes next."
"Liar." Yunho squeezed his ass. Jaejoong could just barely feel his hardened groin through their jeans.
Jaejoong thumbed Yunho's bottom lip and feigned innocence. "You're mean."
"You get it wrong, you'll have to start all over."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"God, yes."
But Jaejoong was much more interested in exploration, so he obediently continued the sequence and gave Yunho's finger a good suck. He then went back up to give his Adam's apple a loud, soaking wet kiss.
"Okay." Yunho's voice was gruff. "Next problem."
Chapter thirteen was delightfully long.
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Math was beginning to bore him. The tutoring sessions were phenomenal. But the math was becoming a burden.
"Since this number is zero, it's-"
"Undefined." Way too easy.
Yunho cleared his throat. "Right. And so the graph is-"
"A vertical line."
"Correct. So, um, Jaejoong?" His voice cracked.
"Mhmm."
"Are you listening?"
"Mhmm."
"It's just," He gulped. "I know you want to play but we have to get through this first. That's...the deal."
"Mhmm."
He swallowed a curse. "I want you to do well."
"I am."
"God, I know." Yunho swallowed several more times. "But if you slack off..."
Jaejoong licked his earlobe. He was sitting behind Yunho, hands slowly exploring his chest and tugging at his button-down shirt. Several buttons had already been released but Yunho had been too distracted to fix them. Jaejoong kissed up and down his neck and licked and bit, feeling his rapid pulse between his lips. It felt so damn good to feel Yunho squirm.
"Fine." Jaejoong accidentally undid Yunho's last few buttons. Yunho's abs were smooth and rock hard. "Ask me the hardest question. I'll stop if I get it wrong."
Yunho flipped clumsily through the textbook before finally landing on a page. Jaejoong watched him drag a slender finger down the page and stop on a problem. He sucked the tip of his ear harder.
Jaejoong didn't even bother with paper. He glanced at the problem through heavy lidded eyes and closed them, reveling in the taste of Yunho's bruised, soft skin, while numbers bounced in the back of his mind.
"Y is 47.6."
Yunho flipped to the solutions in the back of the book. "Correct."
Jaejoong chuckled against his skin. He slid around to the front of Yunho's body, hands never leaving skin. Yunho's shirt ended up on the floor.
Yunho watched him anxiously. "You didn't peek at the answer, did you? I can't do this if you cheat-"
Jaejoong left a slow but sure trail of kisses down Yunho's bare chest. "I'm not a cheater. I'm just good at this."
Yunho chuckled with a dry throat and watched Jaejoong's pink lips travel lower and lower. "Then what's the point of a math tutor?"
Jaejoong stopped, lips wet. "Not good at math. Good at this."
Jaejoong took many more inches than that first banana.
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The next day, Yunho opened the door to find Jaejoong's books nowhere to be found. Only a dim lamp on the night stand by the bed illuminated the room.
"Jae?"
"Hmm?" Jaejoong sat on the edge of the bed. He looked expectant. The bed sheets were folded down.
"Where's your homework?"
"I did it already."
"All of it?"
Jaejoong nodded.
Yunho paused. He surveyed the room. "It's a pretty tough chapter."
"I read the book. And I gave a shit in class. So I did all my homework after school. Wasn't too hard."
"Where is it?"
"My book bag. Yunho?"
"What?"
"Come here." Jaejoong commanded softly.
Yunho gnawed on his lip. "I have to check your answers."
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow. "You don't think I'm smart enough?"
"I think you're much more intelligent than everyone gives you credit for." Yunho kept his spot by the door. "But I'm your tutor. I have to check your answers."
Jaejoong ran his fingers over the bedspread. "Check them later."
"That's not how this works."
When Jaejoong bit his pouty bottom lip, Yunho had to take several deep breaths to keep focused. "You have an exam in two weeks, right?"
"Maybe..."
Yunho sighed. "Then I have to check your answers. I'm sorry."
Jaejoong just watched him through the dim light for a moment, eyes darker than usual beneath bangs that framed a dangerously beautiful face. Wordlessly, he pointed to his bag on the other side of the room. When Yunho took a step in its direction, Jaejoong stopped him.
"Lock the door."
Yunho did. He flipped through Jaejoong's homework problems in the dim light of the room. Jaejoong observed silently, legs crossed, fingers drumming. He was confident.
Yunho finally looked at Jaejoong and walked toward the bed, papers in hand. Jaejoong's eyes darted between Yunho's face and the homework, confidence shaken. He had been absolutely positive everything was correct. He'd even had Changmin look it all over and confirm it after promising to pay him in lunch next weekend.
Yunho stopped at the edge of the bed. When the papers fluttered to the floor, scattering about the room, Yunho had Jaejoong flattened against the bed, all tongue and hands buried in his hair.
He nearly dragged Jaejoong across the bed yanking his jeans off. But that was tame compared to Jaejoong who bit off three buttons trying to rip off Yunho's shirt.
By the time both were fully naked, they were panting and already sweating and hard as hell.
As compared to the scenarios Jaejoong had played over and over in his head up til this point, Yunho's hands did not disappoint.
Jaejoong erupted with a moan, his back twisting off the bed as Yunho's lubed fingers swirled inside of him.
His lips pulled at Jaejoong's cock nice and slow and torturously steady. When his digits curled against that sweet spot, Jaejoong's body went rigid and he let out a loud, low moan that probably resonated downstairs to the front door where his mother was just coming home from work. She'd probably be too engrossed in a phone call to notice.
Jaejoong snatched a pillow and stuffed a chunk of the corner in his mouth. Yunho smiled around his arousal.
Without warning, Yunho finger-fucked Jaejoong so rapidly, Jaejoong released a dirty string of curses he'd probably just made up into the pillow, crushing it into his face to drown the whines and pleas.
Just the messy sound of Yunho's fingers pummeling his entrance and the sticky squish of lube was enough to propel Jaejoong over the edge without a cushion to break his fall. But just as Jaejoong's toes curled, back arched, throat opened to sing, Yunho snatched his fingers away, watching Jaejoong's body quake against a denied orgasm.
He pulled the pillow away from Jaejoong and kissed him like it was illegal. And it probably was in some countries, given Jaejoong's age.
After Jaejoong spent a deliciously copious amount of time lubing Yunho's member up, he entered and Jaejoong blurted out every god he knew.
By the time he reached Krishna, Yunho was laughing against his neck, thrusting hard and fuck, Jaejoong's legs felt good around his waist.
He fucked him steadily, pumping Jaejoong's member in a similar rhythm, speeding up by only a fraction every now and then and maintaining that speed til he felt Jaejoong deserved more. It continued until the newest pace made the bed springs squeak and Jaejoong's mom was downstairs in the kitchen, so Yunho gripped his cock harder, begging him to spill.
Eventually, Jaejoong stopped sucking the tip of his tongue, mostly because the build of his orgasm took his breath away and he came between their panting chests and all over Yunho's hands.
Gasping, he tugged at Yunho until the elder got the picture and crawled over him. With Yunho on all fours and the younger beneath him, Jaejoong sucked his cock til Yunho burst, cheeks pink, cum white and Jaejoong kept it all to himself.
At dinner, Jaejoong's mother wondered why Yunho left thirty minutes later than usual. Jaejoong explained how he was just getting to know his tutor a little better.
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"This is bullshit."
"Relax. You're almost done."
Jaejoong could've been done before this session had even started like he had for every session for the past two weeks. If Junsu hadn't volunteered him to help set up before soccer practice after school.
As punishment, Jaejoong had paid the pervy hobo at the bus stop to make lewd comments about Junsu's ass when it was time for 'the bouncy kid in the soccer uniform and the alien laugh' to catch a bus home. Jaejoong had to pay him extra not to actually touch it. He wanted to punish Junsu, not traumatize him.
Jaejoong broke his pencil lead finishing problem number thirty-seven. He tossed it across the room with the other weaklings and snatched another from his night stand.
"You could've just sharpened those." Yunho kissed the back of his neck. He lay flat against Jaejoong's back, fingers running idly up and down his sides as the other scribbled viciously. "I can't even read that."
"It's right." Jaejoong grumbled. "I'm raping that exam on Monday."
Yunho chuckled into his hair. "Be gentle with it."
"No mercy." Jaejoong grinned sadistically. Another pencil bites the dust.
By the time Yunho finished checking his last answer after Jaejoong had to explain why a bundle of angry, dark lead scratches was simply long division, Yunho reached under Jaejoong and unbuttoned his pants.
Jaejoong squirmed beneath him, using his homework as a pillow. He pressed his ass up against Yunho's crotch as the elder's hands slipped into his boxers.
Footsteps rounded the corner at the top of the stairs and padded toward Jaejoong's room.
Jaejoong's mother opened the door.
"Yunho, honey? It's going to rain soon. Do you want to move your car closer to the front door so you don't get wet on your way out?"
Yunho looked up from his new spot sitting cross-legged on the bed several feet away from Jaejoong. Jaejoong stayed on his stomach, hiding unzipped pants and a frustrated tent.
"No thanks, Mrs. Kim." Yunho smiled wide but the random spot on the page he was pointing at as if teaching Jaejoong some valuable concept was just Jaejoong's name. Jaejoong bit his lip to stifle a laugh.
Thankfully, his mother just smiled and closed the door behind her.
Both kept perfectly still until pots and pans could be heard from the kitchen downstairs. And Yunho jumped back on top of Jaejoong to finish the job.
He kept Jaejoong pinned beneath his chest, one hand stroking the younger off between his body and the mattress, the other tightly intertwined with Jaejoong's.
Upon Jaejoong's fervid request, both soon peeled off their clothes. Jaejoong rested against the bed on his chest, ass raised high in the air and reached between his legs for Yunho's cock. He lathered Yunho up with lube while the elder prepared him with those hands, god, those hands.
Jaejoong let out a long, well overdue exhale as he was breached. His writhing knocked his books and notebooks and last surviving pencil off the bed.
Yunho pumped his cock at a brisk pace but his thrusts were languid, sinking into Jaejoong til the base met the swell of his ass and rolling back slow against the pull of Jaejoong's tight entrance.
Mouth hanging open, Jaejoong pushed back at Yunho's tempo. He savored how Yunho stretched him wide, leaving bittersweet pleasure, his lips warm against his shoulders but his mind shattered at the heat Yunho rapidly stroked from his cock.
His climax came slowly, stretching from his navel, up to his heart, back down to his toes and crash landing in his balls til he splattered all over the sheets. Yunho spilled inside him not long after.
Jaejoong caught his breath against the rise and fall of Yunho's chest. Yunho watched the cascade of raindrops beat the window. Jaejoong counted Yunho's heartbeats between rumbles of thunder.
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Jaejoong awoke to an unexpected but not unpleasant sight.
"Good morning." Yunho stretched through a bear-like yawn. Jaejoong found himself strangely proud that he now knew what the inner contours of Yunho's mouth looked like.
"I don't remember asking you to sleep over." Jaejoong murmured into the pillow.
Yunho chuckled deeply, reaching over to pull a tangled lump of hair out of Jaejoong's eye. "I don't remember agreeing."
"I'm skipping school today." Jaejoong snuggled against Yunho's side, both still naked.
"If today weren't Saturday, I'd have to object."
"What are you doing this weekend?"
"For starters, you." Yunho wrapped an arm around him. "Then I'm thinking breakfast."
He leaned over, pressing a sweet kiss into Jaejoong's lips. But eventually, it lasted much too long and Jaejoong was soon craving more than pancakes for breakfast.
"Joongie?" The door swung open. "Why is Yunho's car still in the-"
Jaejoong always hated when his mother would burst into his room on Saturday mornings with questions and instructions before the first cordial 'good morning.'
Yunho was fired by lunch.
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On Monday, Jaejoong walked into his math class and glared at his teacher before she could beat him to the punch.
About twelve seconds after the exam had officially begun, Yoochun looked up, then Junsu, then an amused Changmin and soon the rest of the class as Jaejoong smacked his blank test on the teacher's desk and walked out.
His mom cried into the cell phone while Jaejoong waited at the bus stop before school was over. When he hung up, she must have called his dad because he called soon after to yell at him. The pervy hobo was delighted to see him and sadly, Jaejoong did not avoid having his ass grabbed before hopping on the bus.
As the bus roared down the street, the pervy hobo waved a fresh bill in the air, properly earned after obediently harassing the ass of 'the sexy kid with the pretty face but shitty attitude.'
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"You did what?"
Jaejoong crossed his arms defiantly. "I won't stop til you get your job back."
Yunho shook his head. Ever since Jaejoong had shown up at his dorm room, he'd felt as if he'd been hit by multiple trucks. "All that time I spent preparing you..."
"My parents are overreacting. We just had sex. It's not like you were pushing meth."
"...and you flunk on purpose?"
Jaejoong pouted. "But now I'm in trouble. So now they have to hire you back. You're a great tutor and if I fail the final, I'll have to repeat junior year."
Yunho stared at him stupidly. "You know you didn't have to do that. You really, really didn't have to do that."
Jaejoong frowned. "Why aren't you excited? You get to tutor me again. I saved your job."
"I can tutor anyone!"
Jaejoong's mouth and heart dropped. "Anyone? Is that all I am to you? Just someone you tutor?"
Yunho sighed. "Jae-"
"Is that how you tutor all your students?" Jaejoong punched his arm. "Tell me, Mr. Jung. Was I as good a student as all your others?"
Jaejoong took another swing but Yunho caught it, holding a struggling Jaejoong still with an exasperated smile. "Jae, listen to me."
"You're a creep!" Jaejoong gave a few futile swings in Yunho's grip.
"I don't have to tutor you."
"I don't want you to tutor me!"
"We can just date like normal people now."
Jaejoong stopped swinging. He stared. "Ah..."
Yunho swallowed the urge to deliver a loving smack upside his head. Instead he yanked Jaejoong into a hug, leaving a kiss on his forehead.
"But my parents hate you now." Jaejoong murmured into his collar.
"See? We're already like a normal couple."
"I'll still kinda miss your hour-long sessions."
Yunho thought for a moment. "You're pretty good in music theory, right?"
Jaejoong nodded.
Yunho smirked. "I could probably use a tutor this semester."
Jaejoong grinned up at him mischievously. "No charge."
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own that onigiri I made for lunch today. :D But no boys TT.TT
Pairing: Yunjae
Length: Oneshot
Genre: Smut~
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smex >D
Summary: Jaejoong needs incentive to learn math. Yunho is a good incentive.
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You + Me = L-O-V-E
On Friday, Jaejoong came home with a one-digit test score. On Friday, Jaejoong's dad lost his voice yelling. On Friday, Jaejoong's mom called all the relatives to shriek about her lazy, no-good son and then cried herself to sleep. They were always a dramatic bunch.
On Saturday, Jaejoong woke up to a phone call from Yoochun. Yoochun wanted to hang out all over town, goof off and talk about everything and nothing all at once. On Saturday, Junsu called, too. He wanted to go to the beach. On Saturday, Jaejoong was grounded and stayed at home, staring at the walls.
On Sunday, Changmin called. After hanging out with Yoochun and going to the beach with Junsu on Saturday, he had heard what had happened to Jaejoong. He called Jaejoong on Sunday just to laugh at him. The maknae was a bastard.
On Monday, Jaejoong went to school. On Monday, Jaejoong received twenty-three dirty looks from his math teacher. On Monday, Jaejoong tripped down the stairs in front of a couple hundred merciless high school students. On Monday, Jaejoong missed the bus and had to wait forty-five minutes beside a perverted hobo for the next one. On Monday, Jaejoong realized the past three and a half days had been the worst in his life.
When Jaejoong finally got home on Monday, he met Yunho.
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"And that's when you take the log of this number and- Are you listening?"
Jaejoong was not. "Uh-huh."
Yunho was patient. He smiled. "I guess we'll take a break then? Got anything to eat?"
"Food's in the fridge downstairs. Get me a banana." Jaejoong stayed put sprawled out on his bed, proving to be about as lazy and no-good as his mother had feared.
As Yunho pushed textbooks and papers aside and rolled off the bed, Jaejoong watched his long legs carry him out his bedroom door.
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A week had passed and they had gotten nowhere.
"You know what? It's probably best that you just memorize these equations. It'll be easier for the next part."
"Uh-huh." Jaejoong had already memorized one equation. Long legs plus the square root of a fine, toned ass times length times height divided by slender hands squared minus Jaejoong's age sixteen plus five very healthy years to equate Yunho's age twenty-one subtracted by the derivative of that deep voice murmuring in Jaejoong's ear multiplied by that smile equals one exquisite math tutor.
Yunho blinked at him. "You should probably also paint an elephant green for this problem, too."
"Mhmm."
"You're not even listening to me."
"Uh-huh."
Yunho sighed. He sat up, crossing his legs and looked Jaejoong in the eye. "What will it take to get you to start paying attention?"
Jaejoong took a bite from his banana. "Money."
Yunho laughed. "I don't have a whole lot of that. Hey, what's that?"
Jaejoong looked where he pointed. "What?" When he turned back around, his banana was gone.
"I'll let you have a bite if you get this problem right." Yunho held the fruit just out of reach with a smile.
"Oh, come on."
Yunho flipped to a page in the textbook with his free hand. "I'm not getting paid an hour a day to watch you eat. Now remember what I said. Break the problem up into pieces and tackle it step by step."
For the next few minutes, Jaejoong broke down the problem into pieces. If he got the problem wrong, he'd miss out on a perfectly good banana and Yunho would just show up again the next day in another polo shirt that hugged him in all the right places to do the same thing again. If he got it right, he'd get to finish his banana and Yunho would flash him with a smile and maybe they would have time later to play.
Yunho leaned over Jaejoong's shoulder. "That's right! See? You're smart. You just need incentive."
Jaejoong grabbed Yunho's wrist and took a bite from his banana right out of Yunho's hand. But he didn't just take a bite. He relaxed his throat and slowly took a good three quarters of the fruit into his mouth, making sure his tutor could see just how many inches Jaejoong could fit.
While Jaejoong chewed, Yunho turned to another page. "Okay, now let's try it with fractions."
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On Tuesday, Jaejoong was bored with bananas. He insisted on strawberries, of course. And he wouldn't eat them without chocolate syrup. But the fridge only had strawberries. So he made Yunho drive him to the supermarket for chocolate syrup. And he wouldn't finish chapter seven until all the strawberries were gone and the chocolate sauce had been licked clean from his lips. He aced chapter seven.
On Wednesday, Jaejoong demanded a massage with every correct question. Yunho started with his shoulders. Til Jaejoong insisted he massage elsewhere as well. From shoulders to lower back to calves to feet. Jaejoong offered Yunho a massage after cleanly finishing half of chapter eight. Yunho politely declined.
On Thursday, Jaejoong made a bet that if he finished the rest of chapter eight early, Yunho would play soccer with him and Junsu afterward. Jaejoong blew through chapter eight with twenty minutes to spare. He pretended to press buttons on his cell and when their third player failed to show up, Jaejoong claimed Junsu had blown him off to hang out with other friends. Jaejoong gave Yunho a run for his money out on the field. If only to work up a sweat, giving himself an excuse to strip his shirt off his sweaty body halfway through and show off those barbell nipple piercings he'd gotten last summer on a bet, thanks to Yoochun. He'd gotten the tattoo just cause he wanted to. He congratulated himself when Yunho finally lost his shirt as well by the end of the game.
On Friday, Jaejoong made Yunho promise he'd watch any movie of Jaejoong's choosing if he got through the rest of chapter ten without so much as one wrong answer. An hour later, Yunho wondered why they weren't heading downtown to the local theater. Instead, Jaejoong opened his laptop. He let Yunho sit through about fifteen minutes of straight porn before deciding that Yunho was getting bored. He switched to gay porn. Afterwards, Yunho gently chided him for focusing more on dirty videos than his studies and went home. Jaejoong went to sleep that night with the image of the slight bulge in Yunho's jeans and the flush in his cheeks before he closed the door to Jaejoong's room.
On Saturday, Yunho invited Jaejoong to hang out at his university. He gave Jaejoong a quick tour but they ended up in Yunho's dorm room for most of the day. Jaejoong discovered Yunho was a beast at Super Mario Bros. Brawl.
On Sunday, they spent most of daylight on the phone, only hanging up twice to charge cell phone batteries.
Next Monday, Jaejoong wanted fruits again. But Yunho had another idea.
Jaejoong eyed him up and down then up again. "When people do this kind of thing, isn't it normally the other way around? Like a punishment."
"You need incentive, not punishment." Yunho shrugged. Licked his lips. "It's better this way."
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow. "Then why can't you do it every time I get one right?"
Yunho just opened the textbook to chapter eleven.
Jaejoong smiled deviously. "You're the boss."
And so with every correct answer, Jaejoong lost an item of clothing. He went over every problem twice just to make absolutely sure it was right. And then off went a sock. But by the time Yunho's hour was up, Jaejoong had gotten almost every question right but had only made it down to his jeans.
Chapter eleven was a depressingly short chapter.
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"Section six is killing me."
"Well, let's go at it from another angle."
Jaejoong's mom hadn't gone grocery shopping yet, so they were fresh out of fruits. Yoochun had borrowed his laptop, so no more movies til he returned it. And none of that would've mattered anyway because no matter how hard Jaejoong tried, he couldn't get this section right. And it was driving him insane.
"And after you take the derivative, you should get this answer. Got it?"
Jaejoong frowned. "Ummm..."
"Where are you getting confused?"
"The beginning?"
"Shit." Yunho hissed and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
Jaejoong watched the way his hair fell out of place and resisted the urge to see how soft it was. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
Yunho leaned back on the bed. "No, don't be."
They just looked at each other for a while, imagining how unempty the empty space between them could be if they could just get passed this chapter.
Soon, it was Yunho's time to go. Maybe Jaejoong would get it tomorrow. He left, shoulders drooped, reluctant footsteps and a sigh in his chest. Disappointment.
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Jaejoong didn't get it for two days.
On the second day, Jaejoong had spent too much time fantasizing about Yunho's hands. When Yunho had actually shown up for his tutoring session, Jaejoong was sporting a mountainous hard on beneath the notebook he kept over his lap the whole time.
Incentives couldn't help. They tried strawberries. They tried losing Yunho's clothes. Nothing worked.
Jaejoong had never imagined any academic subject could make him so, so sexually frustrated.
On the third day, Jaejoong stayed after school to enlist help from his glaring math teacher who seemed to think lazy, no-good students like Jaejoong were equal to dirty underground rodents. She spent about thirty minutes trying to force feed Jaejoong equations while glaring but Jaejoong soon deemed her useless. Yunho would be at his house soon. He needed a solution. Now.
He found Changmin cleaning up in a science lab. Fourteen minutes later, Jaejoong was re-zipping his book bag, grinning like a lunatic.
Changmin sat back, feet propped up on the lab table, a cherry sucker poking out of his mouth. "Aren't your parents paying for a private tutor? Why don't you let me tutor you?"
Jaejoong had his reasons.
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"Wow."
Jaejoong nodded.
"This is...great progress."
Jaejoong nodded.
Yunho looked at him, setting the homework down on the bed, long fingers clenching and unclenching. "So. How should I reward you?"
Jaejoong smiled.
He grabbed a fist full of Yunho's collar and yanked. He planted a hungry kiss full on Yunho's lips. Damn, he tasted like strawberries.
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The games had become much more interesting.
"Finished?"
"Yeah."
"Lemme check it."
"Hope it's right."
"Me, too."
Jaejoong licked his lips.
After gaining Yunho's approval, Jaejoong situated himself over Yunho's lap, straddled him and kissed his forehead. He kissed his nose. He kissed his left cheek. His right cheek. He spent extra time on Yunho's lips, tasting them, savoring them.
He left a trail of butterfly kisses down his jawline. He licked his earlobe. He nibbled at Yunho's collarbone at the mark he'd left the last time he'd gotten a question right and kissed there, too. He left three kisses down Yunho's chest. Yunho had removed his shirt long ago after Jaejoong had completed a few rapid fire review questions.
He kissed his left nipple. Licked his right. Dragged his tongue down Yunho's abs. Jaejoong's head bobbed with the rise and fall of Yunho's chest as his breaths came long and labored. He circled around the navel and his tongue dipped inside. He looked up. Yunho looked back, pupils blown. Time for a new spot.
He took one of Yunho's hands, the ones he'd dreamed about, and wrapped his lips around an index finger. He first swirled his tongue around the tip before taking his finger whole and sucking hard.
Yunho retracted his finger from Jaejoong's mouth. Reluctantly. "Next question."
Jaejoong aced this one quickly and found himself straddling Yunho's lap again with Yunho's arms wrapped around his waist. He kissed his forehead. His nose, his left cheek, his right cheek, his lips, oh his lips, his jaw, his earlobe, his collarbone, his chest, but oh those lips.
"Wrong. Start over." Yunho smirked, breaking away from the non-sequential kiss.
Jaejoong started over. Forehead, nose, left cheek, right cheek, lips, jaw, earlobe, collarbone, chest, nipples, abs, bellybutton...
Jaejoong suddenly pulled back, biting his lip. "I don't remember what comes next."
"Liar." Yunho squeezed his ass. Jaejoong could just barely feel his hardened groin through their jeans.
Jaejoong thumbed Yunho's bottom lip and feigned innocence. "You're mean."
"You get it wrong, you'll have to start all over."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"God, yes."
But Jaejoong was much more interested in exploration, so he obediently continued the sequence and gave Yunho's finger a good suck. He then went back up to give his Adam's apple a loud, soaking wet kiss.
"Okay." Yunho's voice was gruff. "Next problem."
Chapter thirteen was delightfully long.
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Math was beginning to bore him. The tutoring sessions were phenomenal. But the math was becoming a burden.
"Since this number is zero, it's-"
"Undefined." Way too easy.
Yunho cleared his throat. "Right. And so the graph is-"
"A vertical line."
"Correct. So, um, Jaejoong?" His voice cracked.
"Mhmm."
"Are you listening?"
"Mhmm."
"It's just," He gulped. "I know you want to play but we have to get through this first. That's...the deal."
"Mhmm."
He swallowed a curse. "I want you to do well."
"I am."
"God, I know." Yunho swallowed several more times. "But if you slack off..."
Jaejoong licked his earlobe. He was sitting behind Yunho, hands slowly exploring his chest and tugging at his button-down shirt. Several buttons had already been released but Yunho had been too distracted to fix them. Jaejoong kissed up and down his neck and licked and bit, feeling his rapid pulse between his lips. It felt so damn good to feel Yunho squirm.
"Fine." Jaejoong accidentally undid Yunho's last few buttons. Yunho's abs were smooth and rock hard. "Ask me the hardest question. I'll stop if I get it wrong."
Yunho flipped clumsily through the textbook before finally landing on a page. Jaejoong watched him drag a slender finger down the page and stop on a problem. He sucked the tip of his ear harder.
Jaejoong didn't even bother with paper. He glanced at the problem through heavy lidded eyes and closed them, reveling in the taste of Yunho's bruised, soft skin, while numbers bounced in the back of his mind.
"Y is 47.6."
Yunho flipped to the solutions in the back of the book. "Correct."
Jaejoong chuckled against his skin. He slid around to the front of Yunho's body, hands never leaving skin. Yunho's shirt ended up on the floor.
Yunho watched him anxiously. "You didn't peek at the answer, did you? I can't do this if you cheat-"
Jaejoong left a slow but sure trail of kisses down Yunho's bare chest. "I'm not a cheater. I'm just good at this."
Yunho chuckled with a dry throat and watched Jaejoong's pink lips travel lower and lower. "Then what's the point of a math tutor?"
Jaejoong stopped, lips wet. "Not good at math. Good at this."
Jaejoong took many more inches than that first banana.
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The next day, Yunho opened the door to find Jaejoong's books nowhere to be found. Only a dim lamp on the night stand by the bed illuminated the room.
"Jae?"
"Hmm?" Jaejoong sat on the edge of the bed. He looked expectant. The bed sheets were folded down.
"Where's your homework?"
"I did it already."
"All of it?"
Jaejoong nodded.
Yunho paused. He surveyed the room. "It's a pretty tough chapter."
"I read the book. And I gave a shit in class. So I did all my homework after school. Wasn't too hard."
"Where is it?"
"My book bag. Yunho?"
"What?"
"Come here." Jaejoong commanded softly.
Yunho gnawed on his lip. "I have to check your answers."
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow. "You don't think I'm smart enough?"
"I think you're much more intelligent than everyone gives you credit for." Yunho kept his spot by the door. "But I'm your tutor. I have to check your answers."
Jaejoong ran his fingers over the bedspread. "Check them later."
"That's not how this works."
When Jaejoong bit his pouty bottom lip, Yunho had to take several deep breaths to keep focused. "You have an exam in two weeks, right?"
"Maybe..."
Yunho sighed. "Then I have to check your answers. I'm sorry."
Jaejoong just watched him through the dim light for a moment, eyes darker than usual beneath bangs that framed a dangerously beautiful face. Wordlessly, he pointed to his bag on the other side of the room. When Yunho took a step in its direction, Jaejoong stopped him.
"Lock the door."
Yunho did. He flipped through Jaejoong's homework problems in the dim light of the room. Jaejoong observed silently, legs crossed, fingers drumming. He was confident.
Yunho finally looked at Jaejoong and walked toward the bed, papers in hand. Jaejoong's eyes darted between Yunho's face and the homework, confidence shaken. He had been absolutely positive everything was correct. He'd even had Changmin look it all over and confirm it after promising to pay him in lunch next weekend.
Yunho stopped at the edge of the bed. When the papers fluttered to the floor, scattering about the room, Yunho had Jaejoong flattened against the bed, all tongue and hands buried in his hair.
He nearly dragged Jaejoong across the bed yanking his jeans off. But that was tame compared to Jaejoong who bit off three buttons trying to rip off Yunho's shirt.
By the time both were fully naked, they were panting and already sweating and hard as hell.
As compared to the scenarios Jaejoong had played over and over in his head up til this point, Yunho's hands did not disappoint.
Jaejoong erupted with a moan, his back twisting off the bed as Yunho's lubed fingers swirled inside of him.
His lips pulled at Jaejoong's cock nice and slow and torturously steady. When his digits curled against that sweet spot, Jaejoong's body went rigid and he let out a loud, low moan that probably resonated downstairs to the front door where his mother was just coming home from work. She'd probably be too engrossed in a phone call to notice.
Jaejoong snatched a pillow and stuffed a chunk of the corner in his mouth. Yunho smiled around his arousal.
Without warning, Yunho finger-fucked Jaejoong so rapidly, Jaejoong released a dirty string of curses he'd probably just made up into the pillow, crushing it into his face to drown the whines and pleas.
Just the messy sound of Yunho's fingers pummeling his entrance and the sticky squish of lube was enough to propel Jaejoong over the edge without a cushion to break his fall. But just as Jaejoong's toes curled, back arched, throat opened to sing, Yunho snatched his fingers away, watching Jaejoong's body quake against a denied orgasm.
He pulled the pillow away from Jaejoong and kissed him like it was illegal. And it probably was in some countries, given Jaejoong's age.
After Jaejoong spent a deliciously copious amount of time lubing Yunho's member up, he entered and Jaejoong blurted out every god he knew.
By the time he reached Krishna, Yunho was laughing against his neck, thrusting hard and fuck, Jaejoong's legs felt good around his waist.
He fucked him steadily, pumping Jaejoong's member in a similar rhythm, speeding up by only a fraction every now and then and maintaining that speed til he felt Jaejoong deserved more. It continued until the newest pace made the bed springs squeak and Jaejoong's mom was downstairs in the kitchen, so Yunho gripped his cock harder, begging him to spill.
Eventually, Jaejoong stopped sucking the tip of his tongue, mostly because the build of his orgasm took his breath away and he came between their panting chests and all over Yunho's hands.
Gasping, he tugged at Yunho until the elder got the picture and crawled over him. With Yunho on all fours and the younger beneath him, Jaejoong sucked his cock til Yunho burst, cheeks pink, cum white and Jaejoong kept it all to himself.
At dinner, Jaejoong's mother wondered why Yunho left thirty minutes later than usual. Jaejoong explained how he was just getting to know his tutor a little better.
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"This is bullshit."
"Relax. You're almost done."
Jaejoong could've been done before this session had even started like he had for every session for the past two weeks. If Junsu hadn't volunteered him to help set up before soccer practice after school.
As punishment, Jaejoong had paid the pervy hobo at the bus stop to make lewd comments about Junsu's ass when it was time for 'the bouncy kid in the soccer uniform and the alien laugh' to catch a bus home. Jaejoong had to pay him extra not to actually touch it. He wanted to punish Junsu, not traumatize him.
Jaejoong broke his pencil lead finishing problem number thirty-seven. He tossed it across the room with the other weaklings and snatched another from his night stand.
"You could've just sharpened those." Yunho kissed the back of his neck. He lay flat against Jaejoong's back, fingers running idly up and down his sides as the other scribbled viciously. "I can't even read that."
"It's right." Jaejoong grumbled. "I'm raping that exam on Monday."
Yunho chuckled into his hair. "Be gentle with it."
"No mercy." Jaejoong grinned sadistically. Another pencil bites the dust.
By the time Yunho finished checking his last answer after Jaejoong had to explain why a bundle of angry, dark lead scratches was simply long division, Yunho reached under Jaejoong and unbuttoned his pants.
Jaejoong squirmed beneath him, using his homework as a pillow. He pressed his ass up against Yunho's crotch as the elder's hands slipped into his boxers.
Footsteps rounded the corner at the top of the stairs and padded toward Jaejoong's room.
Jaejoong's mother opened the door.
"Yunho, honey? It's going to rain soon. Do you want to move your car closer to the front door so you don't get wet on your way out?"
Yunho looked up from his new spot sitting cross-legged on the bed several feet away from Jaejoong. Jaejoong stayed on his stomach, hiding unzipped pants and a frustrated tent.
"No thanks, Mrs. Kim." Yunho smiled wide but the random spot on the page he was pointing at as if teaching Jaejoong some valuable concept was just Jaejoong's name. Jaejoong bit his lip to stifle a laugh.
Thankfully, his mother just smiled and closed the door behind her.
Both kept perfectly still until pots and pans could be heard from the kitchen downstairs. And Yunho jumped back on top of Jaejoong to finish the job.
He kept Jaejoong pinned beneath his chest, one hand stroking the younger off between his body and the mattress, the other tightly intertwined with Jaejoong's.
Upon Jaejoong's fervid request, both soon peeled off their clothes. Jaejoong rested against the bed on his chest, ass raised high in the air and reached between his legs for Yunho's cock. He lathered Yunho up with lube while the elder prepared him with those hands, god, those hands.
Jaejoong let out a long, well overdue exhale as he was breached. His writhing knocked his books and notebooks and last surviving pencil off the bed.
Yunho pumped his cock at a brisk pace but his thrusts were languid, sinking into Jaejoong til the base met the swell of his ass and rolling back slow against the pull of Jaejoong's tight entrance.
Mouth hanging open, Jaejoong pushed back at Yunho's tempo. He savored how Yunho stretched him wide, leaving bittersweet pleasure, his lips warm against his shoulders but his mind shattered at the heat Yunho rapidly stroked from his cock.
His climax came slowly, stretching from his navel, up to his heart, back down to his toes and crash landing in his balls til he splattered all over the sheets. Yunho spilled inside him not long after.
Jaejoong caught his breath against the rise and fall of Yunho's chest. Yunho watched the cascade of raindrops beat the window. Jaejoong counted Yunho's heartbeats between rumbles of thunder.
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Jaejoong awoke to an unexpected but not unpleasant sight.
"Good morning." Yunho stretched through a bear-like yawn. Jaejoong found himself strangely proud that he now knew what the inner contours of Yunho's mouth looked like.
"I don't remember asking you to sleep over." Jaejoong murmured into the pillow.
Yunho chuckled deeply, reaching over to pull a tangled lump of hair out of Jaejoong's eye. "I don't remember agreeing."
"I'm skipping school today." Jaejoong snuggled against Yunho's side, both still naked.
"If today weren't Saturday, I'd have to object."
"What are you doing this weekend?"
"For starters, you." Yunho wrapped an arm around him. "Then I'm thinking breakfast."
He leaned over, pressing a sweet kiss into Jaejoong's lips. But eventually, it lasted much too long and Jaejoong was soon craving more than pancakes for breakfast.
"Joongie?" The door swung open. "Why is Yunho's car still in the-"
Jaejoong always hated when his mother would burst into his room on Saturday mornings with questions and instructions before the first cordial 'good morning.'
Yunho was fired by lunch.
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On Monday, Jaejoong walked into his math class and glared at his teacher before she could beat him to the punch.
About twelve seconds after the exam had officially begun, Yoochun looked up, then Junsu, then an amused Changmin and soon the rest of the class as Jaejoong smacked his blank test on the teacher's desk and walked out.
His mom cried into the cell phone while Jaejoong waited at the bus stop before school was over. When he hung up, she must have called his dad because he called soon after to yell at him. The pervy hobo was delighted to see him and sadly, Jaejoong did not avoid having his ass grabbed before hopping on the bus.
As the bus roared down the street, the pervy hobo waved a fresh bill in the air, properly earned after obediently harassing the ass of 'the sexy kid with the pretty face but shitty attitude.'
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"You did what?"
Jaejoong crossed his arms defiantly. "I won't stop til you get your job back."
Yunho shook his head. Ever since Jaejoong had shown up at his dorm room, he'd felt as if he'd been hit by multiple trucks. "All that time I spent preparing you..."
"My parents are overreacting. We just had sex. It's not like you were pushing meth."
"...and you flunk on purpose?"
Jaejoong pouted. "But now I'm in trouble. So now they have to hire you back. You're a great tutor and if I fail the final, I'll have to repeat junior year."
Yunho stared at him stupidly. "You know you didn't have to do that. You really, really didn't have to do that."
Jaejoong frowned. "Why aren't you excited? You get to tutor me again. I saved your job."
"I can tutor anyone!"
Jaejoong's mouth and heart dropped. "Anyone? Is that all I am to you? Just someone you tutor?"
Yunho sighed. "Jae-"
"Is that how you tutor all your students?" Jaejoong punched his arm. "Tell me, Mr. Jung. Was I as good a student as all your others?"
Jaejoong took another swing but Yunho caught it, holding a struggling Jaejoong still with an exasperated smile. "Jae, listen to me."
"You're a creep!" Jaejoong gave a few futile swings in Yunho's grip.
"I don't have to tutor you."
"I don't want you to tutor me!"
"We can just date like normal people now."
Jaejoong stopped swinging. He stared. "Ah..."
Yunho swallowed the urge to deliver a loving smack upside his head. Instead he yanked Jaejoong into a hug, leaving a kiss on his forehead.
"But my parents hate you now." Jaejoong murmured into his collar.
"See? We're already like a normal couple."
"I'll still kinda miss your hour-long sessions."
Yunho thought for a moment. "You're pretty good in music theory, right?"
Jaejoong nodded.
Yunho smirked. "I could probably use a tutor this semester."
Jaejoong grinned up at him mischievously. "No charge."
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