Porn Star (6/10?)
Porn Star (6/10?)
boomtrack @ kiiteruno
reallycorking @ corkart
JaeMin, YunJae, BFF!YooMin; NC-17, AU Porn-Star!verse; ~6,800 words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual for me.
A porn star and his fanboy.
AN: Hey I have an artist again. :D reallycorking was generous enough to do yet another piece of art for this series, which blows my mind cause I'm pretty sure she's not a JaeMin fan lol ♥♥ Anyway, like last time it's linked down in the story where the scene takes place, so no peeking! ♥
If you want to leave comments specifically for the artist, why not head over to her post for the art at her own comm, corkart? :D
Feedback is a plus! Please let me know what you think of their relationship so far. ♥
What Yoochun so cleverly dubs The Week Without Jaejoong (which really isn't clever at all, since it's actually longer than a week and it's not even like Changmin's going cold turkey on the blond, he just won't see him in person, but Changmin chooses to keep his mouth shut about all that as to not ruin Yoochun's sense of genius) starts incredibly mundanely and, somewhat ironically, with a call from Jaejoong. Changmin manages to miss this call.
It isn't until he gets out of the shower Friday night and checks his cell that he realizes he never turned the ringer back on after class. The display cheerfully informs him he has one missed call from Jaejoong and one new voice mail. He sits down on his bed to listen to it, blithely ignoring that he's dripping water all over the floor.
"*beep* Hey, Changmin-ah, I, ah, was calling to let you know I got here okay. The ride went really fast, no problems or anything. Um... are you studying? You better be studying! I don't want your parents hunting me down or something if you get any bad grades. ... Don't let Yoochun get you drunk again or anything. I'm pretty sure hangovers are bad for taking exams. ... I'm rambling, aren't I? *laughs* ... Well, um, if you are studying, don't worry about me, okay? Just focus on your classes and I'll call you again later. I miss you. *click*"
It's the most pointless, disorganized, meaningless, useless voice mail and yet Changmin loves every second of it. He listens to it two more times and then saves it, because if anything in the world can help him get through this Week Without Jaejoong, it'll certainly be a voice mail of the blond's inane rambling topped off with a sweet little I miss you.
///
Jaejoong calls again Saturday night. The ringing jolts Changmin awake where he fell asleep in bed with his books, papers, pens and pencils surrounding him like the rubble after a battle. He's alone, which means Yoochun must've thrown caution (and studying) to the wind in favor of going out.
Changmin fumbles for his cell on the nightstand, flipping it open and squinting at the bright display. Jaejoong. He's going to have to give the blond his own ringtone so he knows when Jaejoong's calling. He hits the "talk" button and brings the cell to his ear as he lays back on his bed.
"Hello?" His voice is gravelly with sleep and he rubs his face, eying the clock on Yoochun's nightstand. It's nearly midnight.
"Hey, kid. Did I wake you up?"
"No," Changmin lies, and he knows it's obvious. He clears his throat and swallows a few times, trying to make it sound less like he was sleeping and more like he was being a proper, diligent college student cramming for midterms.
"Liar." Jaejoong says it with such affection that it almost sounds like a pet name. Changmin can't stop himself from grinning.
"Fine. I fell asleep studying." He yawns, trying to chase the veil of sleep from his brain as he rubs at his eyes. "How're things going?"
"Good." Changmin hears a click of a lighter. "We just finished with the party. Half my sisters are drunk and I think one of their husbands is hitting on me."
Changmin blinks and laughs. "Well, you are just that hot."
"There you go, inflating my ego again." A pause as Jaejoong takes a long drag and sighs it out. "Among other things."
Well, that sounds interesting. "Other things?"
"Don't play dumb, Changmin-ah." Jaejoong sounds like he's grinning again. Changmin closes his eyes and tries to imagine it. Jaejoong with a smile is easy to picture, but Jaejoong with a hard-on comes right along with it and suddenly Changmin's starting to think with a different head.
"I'm not playing dumb," he murmurs belatedly, and Jaejoong laughs at him. "So you told your sisters about me?"
"Yeah, I told them I was seeing someone. They got all giggly and excited when I said it was a college med student. I even showed them pictures of you. They wanna know if you have any brothers."
That catches Changmin's attention. "You have pictures of me? From when?"
He hears Jaejoong pause, like a man who's been caught revealing too much and is now trying to figure out how to get it all back in the bag. "From when you spent the night."
"What?" Changmin racks his brain, trying to remember any cameras being out during their dinner and subsequent romp on the couch before they went to bed. There aren't any. "I don't remember you taking any pictures."
"You didn't know." Jaejoong sounds a touch guilty, but it's obvious he's still smiling.
"Please tell me you weren't taking pictures when we were... busy in the morning. Is that why you told me to close my eyes?" Changmin's mind runs to the logical conclusion. "You showed your sisters pictures of me with a boner?"
Jaejoong starts laughing. "No, I showed them pictures of you sleeping in my bed. But, I'm definitely liking the way you're thinking. Let's take pictures when I have you all to myself this weekend."
Changmin can't help grinning. "I don't think I'm ready to make a porno with you."
"Not a porno. They'd just be some photos to comfort me on those long, cold nights when you're busy saving lives and I'm all alone at home."
He knows it's just a joke, but Jaejoong talking about their relationship like it's going to be something long term makes his heart swell. The nervous, high-school crush feelings come back as well but he squashes them down in a rare moment of bravery, choosing instead to indulge in the snark he generally reserves for Yoochun alone.
"Does that mean I should buy you a nice vibrator or something? Just your hands all the time would probably get boring I bet."
There's a very long pause wherein Changmin wonders if he's crossed the line before Jaejoong starts laughing in his ear.
"A vibrator? I already have plenty of those." A pause. "Do you?"
Changmin feels his cheeks heat up and just like that, all his bravery is gone. "No. I'd never hear the end of it if Yoochun caught me with one."
"Mmm, food for thought, then." Jaejoong sounds smug.
"What?"
"For this weekend."
Changmin closes his eyes and tries not to moan into the phone.
"Anyway, I should get going. I just wanted to touch base with you but someone's gonna come looking for me soon. I'm supposed to be helping clean up."
Changmin sighs, staring down at his now rather interested erection threatening to poke out of his pants. "Alright. When're you coming back?"
"Late Sunday night. We start filming Monday so I'm gonna need all the sleep I can get." Jaejoong makes silly kissy noises over the phone. "Miss you. I'll call you later, alright?"
"Alright. I miss you too."
"Goodnight, Changmin."
The line goes dead and Changmin sighs, flipping his phone shut before staring down at his homework. He's in no mood to study and in even less of a mood to sleep, now that he's fully awake (in more ways than one). His eyes flick to his crotch before sliding over to his laptop.
Why not?
///
Watching Jaejoong's porn videos used to be a nearly bi-weekly habit that Changmin was more than eager to indulge in. He'd pick nights when Yoochun was out, curl up with his laptop and headphones, and get lost watching whichever DVD struck his fancy for the night. Jaejoong had an impressive filmography for him to choose from, with an array of themes, settings, and styles; everything from cutesy pornos to bondage and BDSM to cross-dressing to straight-up, classic sex. Changmin had yet to get bored watching the older man, and he swore he noticed something new upon each viewing, be it an expression, a technique, or another of those tender spots on Jaejoong's body that would make the blond mew like a kitten.
Changmin hadn't consciously stopped watching the videos when he met Jaejoong; rather, more important things had simply taken up his attention instead. First it had been meeting Jaejoong, and then a date with Jaejoong, then school, then anticipation for another date, and then anticipation for what would happen at Jaejoong's place, and so on. Somehow, "whacking off to porn" just hadn't popped into his mental agenda.
But now he's alone, horny, stressed, and a long way off from any relief at Jaejoong's hands, so when the itch to watch hits him, Changmin can't quite think of a reason to deny himself. He grabs his laptop and pops in the first DVD from his collection that looks good.
He's about 20 minutes in when Yoochun gets back. Changmin considers stopping the DVD or hiding the screen, but it's not like Yoochun doesn't know what he's watching, and really, nothing scandalous is going on in the DVD yet anyway. Yoochun reeks of cigarette smoke and looks a bit glossy-eyed. Changmin gives him a wave and returns his eyes to the screen. He can feel Yoochun looking him over as he strips out of his shoes and coat.
"I thought he did porn," Yoochun finally says. Changmin glances over at him.
"He does."
"Then why's he dressed?"
Changmin grins. "It hasn't gotten to that part yet."
"What other parts are there? It's porn, isn't it?" Yoochun gets a beer from their mini fridge (which Changmin highly doubts Yoochun needs) and makes himself comfortable next to Changmin on his bed.
"Well, yeah, it's porn, but not all porn is just... porn."
Yoochun frowns as he pops the lid off his beer. "You lost me."
Changmin's pretty sure Yoochun wouldn't be this talkative about gay porn if he was sober (since he's, well, straight and all) but he's not and Changmin finds his mouth opening to explain before he really thinks twice.
"Well, there's more than just one type of porn." Changmin shifts on the bed, moving his laptop down his legs a bit so they can both see the screen. "Like, there's the stuff that's just a bunch of random sex scenes between random people. That's the clips that you usually find and watch on porn sites."
"Right, the stuff with no titles or anything." Yoochun takes a long swig from his bottle and Changmin nods.
"Exactly. But then there's stuff that, like, companies will put out that play more like an actual movie. There's a story and characters and plot development and character interaction and-"
"A movie? Like with a story and everything, huh?"
"Right." Changmin pauses for a moment as Jaejoong's character on-screen is kidnapped off the street. The acting, he has to admit, isn't all that bad. There seems to be real fear in the blond's eyes as he's tied up and blindfolded, and Changmin finds himself shifting a bit uncomfortably at watching this with Yoochun. "So like... think of a really risque movie, just... with all the sex still in it."
"So, like an American movie."
Changmin rolls his eyes. "I mean all the sex in it. Graphic. Real porn."
Yoochun nods after a moment, eyes still trained on the screen as the van takes off with Jaejoong inside. "So what's this one about?"
"He, uh, gets kidnapped by the mafia, cause he caught the boss' eye."
"You mean he becomes some mafia boss' bitch?"
Changmin shrugs and keeps his eyes on the screen. Jaejoong's being brought in front of the boss now, who's played by a man Jaejoong does a lot of porn with: Jung Yunho. He's tall, built, and fills out a suit quite nicely, and Changmin feels anticipation flutter in his stomach for the scene he knows is coming. He's pretty sure Yoochun isn't going to want to watch this.
"Something like that. He tries to get away, though."
Yoochun watches passively as clothing is shed and Jaejoong and Yunho begin exploring each other's tonsils.
"... Really. Cause he doesn't look like he's trying too hard."
Changmin rolls his eyes. "Later, I mean."
There's another long, extended bout of silence as Yoochun stares in part fascination, part horror. "How many of his videos are like this?"
"What? You mean like movies? I dunno, maybe half of them."
"Are any of them any good?"
Changmin levels a long, blank stare at his roommate. "They're porn, Yoochun. Gay porn."
Yoochun shrugs wordlessly. When Jaejoong gets on his knees to start blowing Jung Yunho, Mafia Boss, he shoves his beer in Changmin's hand and gets off the bed, heading for the bathroom.
"How long til it's over?"
Changmin takes a swig from the bottle. "I dunno, a few hours? I'll probably only need twenty minutes."
"Then I'll be out in twenty minutes."
///
When Changmin gets back to their dorm Monday evening (after class and a few extra hours of studying at the library) he finds Yoochun has ransacked his collection of (gay, homosexual, guy-on-guy) porn. Various DVD cases are scattered carelessly around the floor as well as atop the TV and even on Yoochun's bed. It looks a gay porn shop has exploded in their room.
Changmin stands awkwardly in the doorway as he stares at Yoochun, who's sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, eyes fixed raptly on the scene in front of him.
"... Oh my god, what the hell are you doing?"
Yoochun doesn't even turn to look at him. "I'm watching a movie."
Changmin blinks at the screen, brain working frantically to pinpoint the video. It's one of Jaejoong's cross-dressing movies. "You're watching gay porn."
"I'm watching it for the story," is the absentminded reply.
"Yoochun. No one watches porn for the plot."
"Will you be quiet? Dammit, now I missed what they said." Yoochun grabs the remote and rewinds, still never turning around.
"Are you gay?"
"Shhhh!"
Changmin leaves.
///
He comes back two hours later and finds Yoochun opening their window to smoke a cigarette. The cliché is too good and he can't help himself.
"Was it good for you?"
He ducks to avoid the pillow Yoochun whips at his head.
///
While Jaejoong does text him Monday night to let him know he's back in town, he doesn't call again until Wednesday.
It's just as well. Changmin spends the first two days attending all his classes like a proper student should while doggedly avoiding his obviously sexually confused roommate. He's just a little concerned he's going to wake up one night at 3 a.m. to Yoochun hovering over him, a little drunk and a lot aroused, begging him with cute, Yoochun-style puppy eyes to kiss me, I wanna know what it feels like. If it had been three weeks ago, the idea would be a bit enticing. Now, it's just flat-out worrying. He might not mind Jaejoong getting it on with his co-stars for the camera, but he's pretty sure Jaejoong won't be so forgiving if he strikes up an affair with his college roommate.
It's a little after 6 and his Anatomy lab was canceled for the evening in light of their pending midterms. Yoochun's out at dinner with his brother, leaving Changmin with nothing but books and diagrams and maybe some fast food later to keep him alive.
He grabs his phone when it rings, flipping it open and tucking it between his cheek and shoulder without even looking to see who called.
"Hello?" He frowns as he flips through the pages in his book, hunting for a particular diagram of the human knee.
"Where do you live?"
"Jaejoong?" Changmin pauses, blinking a bit as he shifts and holds his phone with his left hand.
"You live on campus, right?"
"Yeah, in one of the dormitories."
"Which one?"
"Building C." He blinks as he hears Jaejoong relay this information to someone else. "Where are you?"
"In a taxi." A pause as someone else talks to Jaejoong. "He says we're just two minutes away. Are the front doors locked yet?"
"I-" Changmin's mind is still trying to catch up to what is actually happening here. "Um, not yet, they don't lock them until 10, but the building is kinda big and I'm up on the third floor."
"Then come down and get me. I have a surprise for you."
The line goes dead. Changmin is left staring blankly at his phone, mouth hanging open in mild shock as his brain still struggles to catch up. Jaejoong's coming here? He slowly looks around the room and feels his stomach knot.
Their dorm, perhaps not surprisingly, still looks like a porn shop exploded inside it. Yoochun has been steadily working his way through the entire "movie porn" half of Changmin's collection, and the DVD boxes are scattered carelessly around the room; some in little stacks atop the TV, some on Yoochun's nightstand, and quite a few left forgotten on the floor.
And Jaejoong is (now less than) two minutes away.
Changmin begins frantically grabbing up DVDs and shoving them under his bed, completely uncaring as to which DVD is actually in which case. All that matters is they're out of sight, because Changmin sincerely doubts that Jaejoong will believe him if he tells him that Yoochun, his supposedly straight, skirt-chasing roommate, has been binging on gay porn for the last four days.
He grabs his phone and keys and looks down at himself. He's wearing just an old t-shirt and a pair of soft, worn jeans; nothing really impressive, but then again it's late and he didn't have any plans of going out. He somehow suspects this is partially Jaejoong's plan, to see him when he's dressed down and not expecting company. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, doing one last visual survey of the room as he sticks his feet in a pair of flip-flops. His bed's messy with books and papers, and Yoochun's bed isn't made, but for the most part their dorm doesn't look too bad. They don't have old pizza boxes or dirty underwear littering the floor, so that's got to count for something.
He pauses on his way out when his eyes spot another DVD case sitting on top of Yoochun's DVD player under the TV. A quick glance at the time confirms that five minutes have already flown by. Jaejoong's already waiting for him downstairs. Nothing for it, then. He just hopes the blond won't notice.
He locks the dorm room door behind them and nearly sprints down the hall to the elevators. Once he's inside he jams the button for the ground floor and leans back against the wall, doing a mental check of his room. What did he forget? He tries to think of things in his room that he sees on a regular basis that have to do with Jaejoong. DVDs, pictures, websites, icons, wallpaper-
"Shit," Changmin breathes aloud, rubbing his face. He knows his laptop is sitting open on his desk, his wallpaper of Jaejoong gracing the desktop. His only hope is that the thing goes to sleep before they get back to the room. Hopefully Jaejoong won't need to check the weather or anything.
The doors open and Changmin steps out, scanning the front lobby of the dorm. There aren't many people here; just a few students chatting by the doors and a couple disappearing down the hall. Just when he's about to start wondering if Jaejoong went to the wrong dormitory (or if this is all just one giant prank) he notices someone with blond hair over by the bulletin boards. He makes his way over, looking the man up and down from behind. This is Jaejoong, he's sure of it, but something feels... off. He comes up behind him, watching him peruse the notices pinned to the boards before he speaks.
"Jaejoong?"
And when the blond turns around, it is Jaejoong... but it isn't. He's never seen Jaejoong looking quite like this. And really, he thinks, that's quite a shame, because Jaejoong is looking more than okay right now. His hair is freshly bleached, bangs pinned back from his face, and he's wearing the most adorable pair of black-framed glasses. His clothes are clean and simple, but much, much less high-fashion than Changmin usually sees the blond wearing; in fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd say they were... cheap (though really, nothing looks cheap when Jaejoong puts it on). Jaejoong's boots are scruffy and old, and the very mundane jacket he's wearing completes the look of someone with not a lot of money to waste on aesthetics. He's got a shoulder bag with him, and when Changmin tries shoving the whole porn star career track out of his mind, he could swear Jaejoong looks exactly like a broke-ass college student.
Realization must be dawning in his eyes, because Jaejoong breaks into a grin and turns in a little circle in front of him.
"You like?"
Changmin swallows and nods. "What's this for?"
"The new thing we're shooting. It's a college-themed one."
Ahhh, that explains it. "Very convincing," he says, eyes still roving over Jaejoong's ensemble. "The glasses are a nice touch."
Jaejoong looks pleased. "So it's got your seal of approval?"
Changmin nods. He feels his cheeks heat slightly and he coughs, looking around the lobby before he nods towards the elevators. "Um, let's go upstairs."
Jaejoong smiles a bit to himself as he adjusts his bag and follows Changmin. "What's wrong? You worried someone will recognize me?"
Changmin can't help the laugh that bubbles up as he hits the button for the elevator. "God I hope so."
The blond seems a little surprised before he grins, saying nothing as they step into the elevator before he switches the topic abruptly. "Is Yoochun here?"
"Huh?" Changmin shakes his head as he presses the button for the third floor. "No, he's out with his brother."
"So the room's empty?"
"Yeah, it's just me."
Jaejoong seems pleased to hear that and Changmin wonders what he has in mind. The obvious conclusion, he thinks, is a bit too hopeful, and really, he hadn't pictured himself ever having sex on his dinky bed in his college dorm. Jaejoong's bed would be much more suited for that.
When the doors slide open he blinks the blossoming fantasies from his mind and leads Jaejoong down to his room. He unlocks the door and ushers Jaejoong in, closing it behind him and locking it automatically. They tend to leave their door unlocked when they're home but Changmin has a feeling he might need a bit of privacy here.
"Sorry, it's small," he says as he dumps his keys and phone on his nightstand.
Jaejoong grins. "It's a dorm room. They're supposed to be small." He turns in a circle to take it all in before he sets his bag down next to Changmin's bed. "How long have you guys been roommates?"
"About two years now." Changmin crosses his arms as he leans against the wall and lets Jaejoong look. You can tell a lot about a person by exploring their room and Jaejoong is definitely taking it all in, seeing what he can learn about him. After a moment the blond slips his boots off and hangs his jacket on the back of Changmin's desk chair, and Changmin finds himself wondering exactly how long Jaejoong plans on staying.
"Nice wallpaper," Jaejoong says absently, and Changmin's eyes widen as they slide over to his laptop. Someone sent him an email while he was away, and the notification pop-up woke his computer up. Well, shit.
"Thanks," he says after a moment, because Jaejoong doesn't sound creeped out or uncomfortable. He sounds amused.
Jaejoong turns around then and heads for Yoochun's TV, and Changmin has enough time to blurt out "that's not my TV" before Jaejoong picks up the DVD case lying on top of the DVD player and quirks his eyebrows at the cover.
"No?"
"No, it's Yoochun's."
Jaejoong laughs. "Why's Yoochun watching my videos?" He waves the case a little at Changmin before turning it around to read the back.
He wonders how to explain his roommate's behavior. "Yoochun... I don't know, he's going through some weird phase right now. Watching a lot of porn."
"Gay porn?" Jaejoong asks absently.
"Yeah. I wonder if I turned him gay or something."
Jaejoong grins at him. "You'd turn anyone gay."
It's a sudden, bold compliment and he titters nervously. "I think that's you, actually."
Jaejoong just grins and turns the DVD over again before walking back over to Changmin. "What others do you have?"
Changmin hesitates to answer, because really, he's not sure how much of a pervert he wants to come across as, but Jaejoong is looking at him expectantly and he sighs.
"A lot."
"How many is a 'a lot'?"
Changmin licks his lips before he gets down on the floor and begins digging out the DVDs he had so hastily hid. Jaejoong joins him on the floor and within moments they're staring at what is quite possibly Jaejoong's complete filmography, everything from when he was an amateur on the scene to the DVD that was just released last month. Jaejoong seems oddly pleased as he pokes through the collection, picking up random cases and reading the ridiculous descriptions on the back. The blond seems to be reminiscing and Changmin finds himself wondering why he was so worried in the first place.
Jaejoong pops the case in his hands open and frowns. "This isn't the right DVD."
"I think Yoochun's been mixing them up," Changmin says as he takes the DVD from Jaejoong and returns it to the proper case. That one has a different DVD in it as well, and Changmin holds it up with a sigh. "Where's this one?"
They spend the next few minutes returning the proper DVDs to their proper cases. Changmin's at least pleased to note that Yoochun hasn't scratched any of the discs, and the neat freak in him finds the whole exercise soothing. Jaejoong seems not the least bit embarrassed, and if Jaejoong's not embarrassed, he doesn't see any reason for himself to be either.
Jaejoong begins reading the back of the case in his hands and Changmin takes a moment to stare at the cover, which features a picture of Jaejoong and Jung Yunho posing together; it's risque, despite the fact that they're both fully clothed, and Changmin finds himself opening his mouth to speak.
"What's... you know Jung Yunho, right?"
"Of course," Jaejoong says after a beat of silence.
"What's he like?"
Jaejoong sets the case in his hands down and pops another one open to tuck its DVD safely inside. "Tall, big dick. Fucks like a jackhammer."
Changmin opens and closes his mouth a few times, doing a stellar impression of a fish. Finally he laughs. "I meant his personality."
"Oh." Jaejoong grins up at him and shrugs. "Nice, I guess. Friendly. He likes making jokes during filming. Not as much as Junsu but at least Yunho's jokes are witty. Junsu's are lame."
"You mean Kim Junsu?"
"Yeah, bubble-butt."
Changmin slips the final DVD into its proper case and snaps it shut. "What's he like?"
"Childish." Jaejoong grins. "Nice guy, though. He's really terrible at acting but at least he goes at everything with 100 percent." A beat, then, "good with blowjobs," he adds as an afterthought.
Changmin snorts as he begins sliding the DVDs back under his bed. "So, um, you said something about a surprise?"
"Hmm?" Jaejoong watches him for a moment before realization dawns. "Oh, right." He gives Changmin a wicked little grin and grabs his bag, dragging it over and digging around inside before pulling something out that he places neatly in Changmin's hands. It's the underwear he wore to Jaejoong's place last week, the pair that he soiled spectacularly on the blond's couch. They've been freshly laundered.
He feels his cheeks burn as he gets up and puts the underwear away in his closet. He has the distinct feeling Jaejoong's teasing him, and despite the embarrassment, he knows it's nothing mean-spirited. He shakes his head at Jaejoong as he closes his closet door, coming to stand next to his bed.
"You came all the way here just to give me my underwear?"
"No." Jaejoong stands up smoothly, looking up at Changmin with a warm little smile. "I came all the way here because I wanted to see you."
And just like that the embarrassment melts away to be replaced with something much warmer. Jaejoong slides his arms around his neck and pulls him in for a chaste, simple kiss. He hugs the blond automatically, hands splayed over Jaejoong's back as he relishes the scent and taste of the other man, and Changmin suddenly he finds himself wondering exactly how he went nearly a week without him.
"Jaejoong-" Changmin begins, without any real idea of what he's planning to say.
"Sit down." Jaejoong backs him up slowly until his knees hit the bed. He sinks down, staring up at Jaejoong who's watching him closely. "You locked the door, right?"
Changmin smiles. "Yoochun won't be back for a while," he supplies helpfully, and Jaejoong grins at him. "We've got time."
"Yeah?" The blond crawls into his lap then, and Changmin watches with big, hungry eyes as Jaejoong tugs his own shirt off. "Then get naked."
He grabs the hem of Changmin's shirt and tugs upward, and Changmin raises his arms to assist him in the get naked process. Both shirts get tossed carelessly on the floor, and Changmin takes a moment to look Jaejoong over. The blond has his body piercings in (thank god) and Changmin's eyes pause on the very obvious bulge in Jaejoong's pants before he drags his gaze back up to Jaejoong's face. He earns a smile for his staring before Jaejoong cups his cheeks and kisses him, fairly chaste and yet totally obscene.
"Touch me," Jaejoong finally breathes, and Changmin knows what he should be doing. He should be getting Jaejoong's pants open and jerking him off and maybe even laying him down for a bit of oral attention. Nerves are welling up in his stomach again, however, and he rests his hands on the blond's hips as he waits for the uncomfortable, embarrassed feelings to die down, because this is Kim Jaejoong in his lap, and he absolutely cannot screw it up.
Jaejoong's kissing him again, squirming closer as he strokes his cheek and he sucks on the blond's tongue to distract him from the fact that he's not getting his pants open yet. Jaejoong, however, is apparently not so easily distracted.
"What's wrong?" he finally murmurs against his lips, eyes mostly closed as he kisses at the corner of his mouth. Changmin swallows hard and wonders how to say it without sounding like a fool.
"I-... just nervous."
Jaejoong grins. "Why? It's just me. No reason to be nervous."
Changmin sighs and tilts his head back, moaning softly as Jaejoong starts sucking at his neck; it's making it hard to think. "I don't want you to- ah, Jaejoong-"
Jaejoong nibbles on his neck. "What?"
"I just don't... want you to compare me," he says softly, ducking his head as he tries to get a grip. His dick is telling him to shut up and get on with it but his brain is running in circles.
"Compare you to who?" Jaejoong pulls back and watches him patiently. He doesn't seem angry or annoyed, just slightly confused, and it gives Changmin a little bit of confidence.
"To... the other guys. The other-" He wants to say it, to say the other porn stars but he doesn't even have to get it out before Jaejoong lets out a little laugh in understanding. He hugs Changmin, pulling him into a long, soothing kiss before resting their foreheads together as he catches his breath. His eyes are closed and he seems to be gathering his thoughts, and Changmin can't think of a single thing to say as he waits.
"Changmin-ah," Jaejoong finally says, eyes still closed. "Are any of those... other guys here?"
"What? Of course not-"
"-Then they don't matter." Jaejoong pulls back a bit, cupping his face as he watches his eyes intently. "The only things that matter right now are you and me and the fact that I'm topless and in your lap and I'm asking you to touch me, okay? Don't worry, don't even think about anything else, because I'm not. Right now, it's just you," Jaejoong sighs and kisses him again, pressing their cheeks together as he whispers into his ear, "and I want you to touch me."
It's really, really hard to argue with logic like that and Changmin can't even imagine why he'd want to. He's still nervous, sure, but at least Jaejoong knows why. Maybe if he's lucky the guy will help him along a little.
"Okay," he finally murmurs, getting a hand down between them to pop the button of Jaejoong's pants open. "Just... don't laugh at me if I'm bad at it."
He can feel Jaejoong smiling against his cheek. "I saw how you touch yourself," he says, dotting kisses down his neck as he slides his hands over Changmin's chest. "Touch me like that."
He's thankful for the direction, because otherwise he'd be guessing what Jaejoong wants and for some bizarre reason he's thinking that a porn star is going to need something else, something more than the usual to get him off. The thought persists up until he gets a hand in Jaejoong's pants and feels the blond shudder. Well, maybe this won't be so bad.
He eases Jaejoong's underwear down before drawing his cock out, staring at it full and hard right in front of him for the first time in his life. It's swollen and stiff, the tip wet from the liquid already leaking out the slit. It's also hairless, without a trace of razor burn, and Changmin winces at the thought of Jaejoong getting this area waxed.
Somehow, he expected it to look different than it does on camera. It doesn't, but the feeling is definitely different, something like seeing your favorite band on TV and then seeing them live; you know it's the same thing, and yet it's completely not.
He starts snickering when he realizes he's mentally comparing Jaejoong's cock to a band and the blond sits back, frowning at him.
"There's a lot of things a guy wants you to do when you take out his dick, but I'm pretty sure laughing isn't one of them."
Changmin looks up at him and smiles, biting his lip. "Sorry, not laughing at you. Just, weird train of thought. Sorry."
Jaejoong smiles. "You can make it up to me by opening your pants."
It sounds like a fabulous idea and Changmin does just that, popping the button open before jerking the zipper down and pushing his underwear out of the way. His ever-eager cock twitches in the cooler air, hardening fully and he feels himself blushing as he looks back up at Jaejoong. The blond smiles, looking immensely pleased with himself before pulling Changmin close and grinding against him.
"Oh-" It catches him off guard and he hugs Jaejoong tight, sliding his hands down the blond's back before pausing around his hips. He wants to touch and yet he feels like he needs permission, which is absurd because Jaejoong hardly ever asks permission before every step he takes in molesting him. He throws caution to the wind and slides his hands down, pushing Jaejoong's pants out of the way to cup his ass and squeeze.
He's rewarded with a shiver, and Jaejoong slides his hands up into his hair, kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear. "Feels good, Changmin-ah, feels so good-" He's breathing quicker, and Changmin can feel the man's heart pounding in his chest, nearly as fast as his own. He's reminded that he did this to the blond and he has to take a moment to catch his own breath.
He squeezes Jaejoong's ass again, relishing the way the blond's breath catches before he slides his middle finger along Jaejoong's crack and across the small, puckered hole hidden there. He's completely hairless back here as well and Changmin begins seriously wondering about those obvious regular waxings Jaejoong must be getting.
"Don't," Jaejoong says suddenly, catching his hand and pulling it out of his pants. The refusal catches Changmin off-guard and he opens his mouth to apologize before he realizes Jaejoong's not upset.
"Why not?"
"Because if you start poking around back there I won't have enough self-restraint to say no," Jaejoong murmurs. He kisses him slow and gentle, cupping his face again and Changmin gets the impression Jaejoong's trying to distract him.
"You... wanna have sex?" he asks against the blond's lips. Jaejoong arches an eyebrow and chuckles.
"I'm pretty sure every guy wants to have sex."
"I-... I meant with me." As soon as he says it he realizes how plaintive he sounds, like a shy little kid asking if he can have a toy.
Jaejoong makes an odd sound in his throat, pressing his face against Changmin's neck. "God yes, of course I do. Just, not today, okay?"
"Okay," Changmin nods, because the way Jaejoong's hips are moving against him is incredibly distracting. He moves a hand down between them and Jaejoong catches it, wrapping Changmin's hand around their cocks and squeezing them together. He shivers, feeling his cock squirt out a bit more sticky liquid between them that smears and dribbles between his fingers.
"Jaejoong..." Changmin watches his own hand stroking them slowly with a touch of fascination. He can't quite believe this is happening, and yet Jaejoong's breath against his cheek is very real.
"Don't tease me," Jaejoong groans against his cheek. "C'mon, do it like you did yourself."
The order is easy enough to follow and he obeys, squeezing the heads together before he begins stroking a bit faster. Jaejoong rocks his hips counter to his strokes, fucking his hand and the little whimpers and gasps he's making nearly send Changmin over the edge all on their own. Jaejoong's body is tense and the kisses he's laying on Changmin's cheek and neck are starting to get a bit desperate.
"Jaejoong?"
"Don't stop."
He lets his own cock slip out of his hand, tightening his grip on Jaejoong's alone before jerking him quickly. The response is almost immediate, the way Jaejoong's arms tighten around his shoulders and his breath catches before coming out in excited little pants. Changmin has enough time to clearly think to himself he's gonna come before Jaejoong tenses in his arms and does exactly that. Creamy white splatters messily between them, pulse after pulse, hitting both their stomachs and dripping down over Changmin's own neglected cock.
He strokes Jaejoong through his orgasm, teasing out the last bits of release as he feels the blond begin to relax against him. Jaejoong's making the sweetest, most blissed-out sounds in the back of his throat. He starts kissing him, over and over, warm and affectionate and Changmin does his best to keep up.
"Thank you," Jaejoong finally murmurs, the tiniest of smiles curving his lips and Changmin can't for the life of him think why Jaejoong even needs to say it. If anything, it should be the other way around; Changmin should be thanking Jaejoong for letting him do this, and then he remembers that he just got a porn star off and he starts grinning like an idiot.
"No problem," he murmurs and squirms, his sticky hand drifting to his own needy cock. He strokes himself twice before Jaejoong catches on and bats his hand away, giving him a firm squeeze before jacking him quickly. It's over in an embarrassingly short amount of time. Still, he reflects hazily as he watches himself spill between them in strong, satisfying spurts, he came after Jaejoong for once. That's an improvement, right?
He lays his head on Jaejoong's shoulder afterwards, sucking in air like a drowning man. With the heat of the moment passed, the mess between them is growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment.
"Tissues?" Jaejoong finally asks, as if reading his mind.
He grabs his shirt off the floor and mops them up as best he can. It's an inelegant fix but it's not like this is his favorite shirt and he can't be bothered to go to the bathroom. Once he's done Jaejoong slides out of his lap, pausing to kick off his pants and underwear before moving Changmin's mess of books and papers to the floor.
"What're you doing?" he murmurs, definitely not minding the eye candy.
"We're gonna sleep," Jaejoong says, sliding under the sheets before pulling on Changmin's arm.
It's an enticing option and he stands up to kick off what's left of his clothing before crawling under the sheets as well. Jaejoong lays him on his back and then snuggles up, using him as a pillow. He slides one arm around the blond's shoulders and hits the light switch with the other.
A nagging voice in the back of his head tells him that sleeping here, now, isn't that great of an idea, but for the life of him he can't remember why. Jaejoong presses a kiss to his chest and he's asleep in minutes.
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JaeMin, YunJae, BFF!YooMin; NC-17, AU Porn-Star!verse; ~6,800 words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual for me.
A porn star and his fanboy.
AN: Hey I have an artist again. :D reallycorking was generous enough to do yet another piece of art for this series, which blows my mind cause I'm pretty sure she's not a JaeMin fan lol ♥♥ Anyway, like last time it's linked down in the story where the scene takes place, so no peeking! ♥
If you want to leave comments specifically for the artist, why not head over to her post for the art at her own comm, corkart? :D
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What Yoochun so cleverly dubs The Week Without Jaejoong (which really isn't clever at all, since it's actually longer than a week and it's not even like Changmin's going cold turkey on the blond, he just won't see him in person, but Changmin chooses to keep his mouth shut about all that as to not ruin Yoochun's sense of genius) starts incredibly mundanely and, somewhat ironically, with a call from Jaejoong. Changmin manages to miss this call.
It isn't until he gets out of the shower Friday night and checks his cell that he realizes he never turned the ringer back on after class. The display cheerfully informs him he has one missed call from Jaejoong and one new voice mail. He sits down on his bed to listen to it, blithely ignoring that he's dripping water all over the floor.
"*beep* Hey, Changmin-ah, I, ah, was calling to let you know I got here okay. The ride went really fast, no problems or anything. Um... are you studying? You better be studying! I don't want your parents hunting me down or something if you get any bad grades. ... Don't let Yoochun get you drunk again or anything. I'm pretty sure hangovers are bad for taking exams. ... I'm rambling, aren't I? *laughs* ... Well, um, if you are studying, don't worry about me, okay? Just focus on your classes and I'll call you again later. I miss you. *click*"
It's the most pointless, disorganized, meaningless, useless voice mail and yet Changmin loves every second of it. He listens to it two more times and then saves it, because if anything in the world can help him get through this Week Without Jaejoong, it'll certainly be a voice mail of the blond's inane rambling topped off with a sweet little I miss you.
///
Jaejoong calls again Saturday night. The ringing jolts Changmin awake where he fell asleep in bed with his books, papers, pens and pencils surrounding him like the rubble after a battle. He's alone, which means Yoochun must've thrown caution (and studying) to the wind in favor of going out.
Changmin fumbles for his cell on the nightstand, flipping it open and squinting at the bright display. Jaejoong. He's going to have to give the blond his own ringtone so he knows when Jaejoong's calling. He hits the "talk" button and brings the cell to his ear as he lays back on his bed.
"Hello?" His voice is gravelly with sleep and he rubs his face, eying the clock on Yoochun's nightstand. It's nearly midnight.
"Hey, kid. Did I wake you up?"
"No," Changmin lies, and he knows it's obvious. He clears his throat and swallows a few times, trying to make it sound less like he was sleeping and more like he was being a proper, diligent college student cramming for midterms.
"Liar." Jaejoong says it with such affection that it almost sounds like a pet name. Changmin can't stop himself from grinning.
"Fine. I fell asleep studying." He yawns, trying to chase the veil of sleep from his brain as he rubs at his eyes. "How're things going?"
"Good." Changmin hears a click of a lighter. "We just finished with the party. Half my sisters are drunk and I think one of their husbands is hitting on me."
Changmin blinks and laughs. "Well, you are just that hot."
"There you go, inflating my ego again." A pause as Jaejoong takes a long drag and sighs it out. "Among other things."
Well, that sounds interesting. "Other things?"
"Don't play dumb, Changmin-ah." Jaejoong sounds like he's grinning again. Changmin closes his eyes and tries to imagine it. Jaejoong with a smile is easy to picture, but Jaejoong with a hard-on comes right along with it and suddenly Changmin's starting to think with a different head.
"I'm not playing dumb," he murmurs belatedly, and Jaejoong laughs at him. "So you told your sisters about me?"
"Yeah, I told them I was seeing someone. They got all giggly and excited when I said it was a college med student. I even showed them pictures of you. They wanna know if you have any brothers."
That catches Changmin's attention. "You have pictures of me? From when?"
He hears Jaejoong pause, like a man who's been caught revealing too much and is now trying to figure out how to get it all back in the bag. "From when you spent the night."
"What?" Changmin racks his brain, trying to remember any cameras being out during their dinner and subsequent romp on the couch before they went to bed. There aren't any. "I don't remember you taking any pictures."
"You didn't know." Jaejoong sounds a touch guilty, but it's obvious he's still smiling.
"Please tell me you weren't taking pictures when we were... busy in the morning. Is that why you told me to close my eyes?" Changmin's mind runs to the logical conclusion. "You showed your sisters pictures of me with a boner?"
Jaejoong starts laughing. "No, I showed them pictures of you sleeping in my bed. But, I'm definitely liking the way you're thinking. Let's take pictures when I have you all to myself this weekend."
Changmin can't help grinning. "I don't think I'm ready to make a porno with you."
"Not a porno. They'd just be some photos to comfort me on those long, cold nights when you're busy saving lives and I'm all alone at home."
He knows it's just a joke, but Jaejoong talking about their relationship like it's going to be something long term makes his heart swell. The nervous, high-school crush feelings come back as well but he squashes them down in a rare moment of bravery, choosing instead to indulge in the snark he generally reserves for Yoochun alone.
"Does that mean I should buy you a nice vibrator or something? Just your hands all the time would probably get boring I bet."
There's a very long pause wherein Changmin wonders if he's crossed the line before Jaejoong starts laughing in his ear.
"A vibrator? I already have plenty of those." A pause. "Do you?"
Changmin feels his cheeks heat up and just like that, all his bravery is gone. "No. I'd never hear the end of it if Yoochun caught me with one."
"Mmm, food for thought, then." Jaejoong sounds smug.
"What?"
"For this weekend."
Changmin closes his eyes and tries not to moan into the phone.
"Anyway, I should get going. I just wanted to touch base with you but someone's gonna come looking for me soon. I'm supposed to be helping clean up."
Changmin sighs, staring down at his now rather interested erection threatening to poke out of his pants. "Alright. When're you coming back?"
"Late Sunday night. We start filming Monday so I'm gonna need all the sleep I can get." Jaejoong makes silly kissy noises over the phone. "Miss you. I'll call you later, alright?"
"Alright. I miss you too."
"Goodnight, Changmin."
The line goes dead and Changmin sighs, flipping his phone shut before staring down at his homework. He's in no mood to study and in even less of a mood to sleep, now that he's fully awake (in more ways than one). His eyes flick to his crotch before sliding over to his laptop.
Why not?
///
Watching Jaejoong's porn videos used to be a nearly bi-weekly habit that Changmin was more than eager to indulge in. He'd pick nights when Yoochun was out, curl up with his laptop and headphones, and get lost watching whichever DVD struck his fancy for the night. Jaejoong had an impressive filmography for him to choose from, with an array of themes, settings, and styles; everything from cutesy pornos to bondage and BDSM to cross-dressing to straight-up, classic sex. Changmin had yet to get bored watching the older man, and he swore he noticed something new upon each viewing, be it an expression, a technique, or another of those tender spots on Jaejoong's body that would make the blond mew like a kitten.
Changmin hadn't consciously stopped watching the videos when he met Jaejoong; rather, more important things had simply taken up his attention instead. First it had been meeting Jaejoong, and then a date with Jaejoong, then school, then anticipation for another date, and then anticipation for what would happen at Jaejoong's place, and so on. Somehow, "whacking off to porn" just hadn't popped into his mental agenda.
But now he's alone, horny, stressed, and a long way off from any relief at Jaejoong's hands, so when the itch to watch hits him, Changmin can't quite think of a reason to deny himself. He grabs his laptop and pops in the first DVD from his collection that looks good.
He's about 20 minutes in when Yoochun gets back. Changmin considers stopping the DVD or hiding the screen, but it's not like Yoochun doesn't know what he's watching, and really, nothing scandalous is going on in the DVD yet anyway. Yoochun reeks of cigarette smoke and looks a bit glossy-eyed. Changmin gives him a wave and returns his eyes to the screen. He can feel Yoochun looking him over as he strips out of his shoes and coat.
"I thought he did porn," Yoochun finally says. Changmin glances over at him.
"He does."
"Then why's he dressed?"
Changmin grins. "It hasn't gotten to that part yet."
"What other parts are there? It's porn, isn't it?" Yoochun gets a beer from their mini fridge (which Changmin highly doubts Yoochun needs) and makes himself comfortable next to Changmin on his bed.
"Well, yeah, it's porn, but not all porn is just... porn."
Yoochun frowns as he pops the lid off his beer. "You lost me."
Changmin's pretty sure Yoochun wouldn't be this talkative about gay porn if he was sober (since he's, well, straight and all) but he's not and Changmin finds his mouth opening to explain before he really thinks twice.
"Well, there's more than just one type of porn." Changmin shifts on the bed, moving his laptop down his legs a bit so they can both see the screen. "Like, there's the stuff that's just a bunch of random sex scenes between random people. That's the clips that you usually find and watch on porn sites."
"Right, the stuff with no titles or anything." Yoochun takes a long swig from his bottle and Changmin nods.
"Exactly. But then there's stuff that, like, companies will put out that play more like an actual movie. There's a story and characters and plot development and character interaction and-"
"A movie? Like with a story and everything, huh?"
"Right." Changmin pauses for a moment as Jaejoong's character on-screen is kidnapped off the street. The acting, he has to admit, isn't all that bad. There seems to be real fear in the blond's eyes as he's tied up and blindfolded, and Changmin finds himself shifting a bit uncomfortably at watching this with Yoochun. "So like... think of a really risque movie, just... with all the sex still in it."
"So, like an American movie."
Changmin rolls his eyes. "I mean all the sex in it. Graphic. Real porn."
Yoochun nods after a moment, eyes still trained on the screen as the van takes off with Jaejoong inside. "So what's this one about?"
"He, uh, gets kidnapped by the mafia, cause he caught the boss' eye."
"You mean he becomes some mafia boss' bitch?"
Changmin shrugs and keeps his eyes on the screen. Jaejoong's being brought in front of the boss now, who's played by a man Jaejoong does a lot of porn with: Jung Yunho. He's tall, built, and fills out a suit quite nicely, and Changmin feels anticipation flutter in his stomach for the scene he knows is coming. He's pretty sure Yoochun isn't going to want to watch this.
"Something like that. He tries to get away, though."
Yoochun watches passively as clothing is shed and Jaejoong and Yunho begin exploring each other's tonsils.
"... Really. Cause he doesn't look like he's trying too hard."
Changmin rolls his eyes. "Later, I mean."
There's another long, extended bout of silence as Yoochun stares in part fascination, part horror. "How many of his videos are like this?"
"What? You mean like movies? I dunno, maybe half of them."
"Are any of them any good?"
Changmin levels a long, blank stare at his roommate. "They're porn, Yoochun. Gay porn."
Yoochun shrugs wordlessly. When Jaejoong gets on his knees to start blowing Jung Yunho, Mafia Boss, he shoves his beer in Changmin's hand and gets off the bed, heading for the bathroom.
"How long til it's over?"
Changmin takes a swig from the bottle. "I dunno, a few hours? I'll probably only need twenty minutes."
"Then I'll be out in twenty minutes."
///
When Changmin gets back to their dorm Monday evening (after class and a few extra hours of studying at the library) he finds Yoochun has ransacked his collection of (gay, homosexual, guy-on-guy) porn. Various DVD cases are scattered carelessly around the floor as well as atop the TV and even on Yoochun's bed. It looks a gay porn shop has exploded in their room.
Changmin stands awkwardly in the doorway as he stares at Yoochun, who's sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, eyes fixed raptly on the scene in front of him.
"... Oh my god, what the hell are you doing?"
Yoochun doesn't even turn to look at him. "I'm watching a movie."
Changmin blinks at the screen, brain working frantically to pinpoint the video. It's one of Jaejoong's cross-dressing movies. "You're watching gay porn."
"I'm watching it for the story," is the absentminded reply.
"Yoochun. No one watches porn for the plot."
"Will you be quiet? Dammit, now I missed what they said." Yoochun grabs the remote and rewinds, still never turning around.
"Are you gay?"
"Shhhh!"
Changmin leaves.
///
He comes back two hours later and finds Yoochun opening their window to smoke a cigarette. The cliché is too good and he can't help himself.
"Was it good for you?"
He ducks to avoid the pillow Yoochun whips at his head.
///
While Jaejoong does text him Monday night to let him know he's back in town, he doesn't call again until Wednesday.
It's just as well. Changmin spends the first two days attending all his classes like a proper student should while doggedly avoiding his obviously sexually confused roommate. He's just a little concerned he's going to wake up one night at 3 a.m. to Yoochun hovering over him, a little drunk and a lot aroused, begging him with cute, Yoochun-style puppy eyes to kiss me, I wanna know what it feels like. If it had been three weeks ago, the idea would be a bit enticing. Now, it's just flat-out worrying. He might not mind Jaejoong getting it on with his co-stars for the camera, but he's pretty sure Jaejoong won't be so forgiving if he strikes up an affair with his college roommate.
It's a little after 6 and his Anatomy lab was canceled for the evening in light of their pending midterms. Yoochun's out at dinner with his brother, leaving Changmin with nothing but books and diagrams and maybe some fast food later to keep him alive.
He grabs his phone when it rings, flipping it open and tucking it between his cheek and shoulder without even looking to see who called.
"Hello?" He frowns as he flips through the pages in his book, hunting for a particular diagram of the human knee.
"Where do you live?"
"Jaejoong?" Changmin pauses, blinking a bit as he shifts and holds his phone with his left hand.
"You live on campus, right?"
"Yeah, in one of the dormitories."
"Which one?"
"Building C." He blinks as he hears Jaejoong relay this information to someone else. "Where are you?"
"In a taxi." A pause as someone else talks to Jaejoong. "He says we're just two minutes away. Are the front doors locked yet?"
"I-" Changmin's mind is still trying to catch up to what is actually happening here. "Um, not yet, they don't lock them until 10, but the building is kinda big and I'm up on the third floor."
"Then come down and get me. I have a surprise for you."
The line goes dead. Changmin is left staring blankly at his phone, mouth hanging open in mild shock as his brain still struggles to catch up. Jaejoong's coming here? He slowly looks around the room and feels his stomach knot.
Their dorm, perhaps not surprisingly, still looks like a porn shop exploded inside it. Yoochun has been steadily working his way through the entire "movie porn" half of Changmin's collection, and the DVD boxes are scattered carelessly around the room; some in little stacks atop the TV, some on Yoochun's nightstand, and quite a few left forgotten on the floor.
And Jaejoong is (now less than) two minutes away.
Changmin begins frantically grabbing up DVDs and shoving them under his bed, completely uncaring as to which DVD is actually in which case. All that matters is they're out of sight, because Changmin sincerely doubts that Jaejoong will believe him if he tells him that Yoochun, his supposedly straight, skirt-chasing roommate, has been binging on gay porn for the last four days.
He grabs his phone and keys and looks down at himself. He's wearing just an old t-shirt and a pair of soft, worn jeans; nothing really impressive, but then again it's late and he didn't have any plans of going out. He somehow suspects this is partially Jaejoong's plan, to see him when he's dressed down and not expecting company. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, doing one last visual survey of the room as he sticks his feet in a pair of flip-flops. His bed's messy with books and papers, and Yoochun's bed isn't made, but for the most part their dorm doesn't look too bad. They don't have old pizza boxes or dirty underwear littering the floor, so that's got to count for something.
He pauses on his way out when his eyes spot another DVD case sitting on top of Yoochun's DVD player under the TV. A quick glance at the time confirms that five minutes have already flown by. Jaejoong's already waiting for him downstairs. Nothing for it, then. He just hopes the blond won't notice.
He locks the dorm room door behind them and nearly sprints down the hall to the elevators. Once he's inside he jams the button for the ground floor and leans back against the wall, doing a mental check of his room. What did he forget? He tries to think of things in his room that he sees on a regular basis that have to do with Jaejoong. DVDs, pictures, websites, icons, wallpaper-
"Shit," Changmin breathes aloud, rubbing his face. He knows his laptop is sitting open on his desk, his wallpaper of Jaejoong gracing the desktop. His only hope is that the thing goes to sleep before they get back to the room. Hopefully Jaejoong won't need to check the weather or anything.
The doors open and Changmin steps out, scanning the front lobby of the dorm. There aren't many people here; just a few students chatting by the doors and a couple disappearing down the hall. Just when he's about to start wondering if Jaejoong went to the wrong dormitory (or if this is all just one giant prank) he notices someone with blond hair over by the bulletin boards. He makes his way over, looking the man up and down from behind. This is Jaejoong, he's sure of it, but something feels... off. He comes up behind him, watching him peruse the notices pinned to the boards before he speaks.
"Jaejoong?"
And when the blond turns around, it is Jaejoong... but it isn't. He's never seen Jaejoong looking quite like this. And really, he thinks, that's quite a shame, because Jaejoong is looking more than okay right now. His hair is freshly bleached, bangs pinned back from his face, and he's wearing the most adorable pair of black-framed glasses. His clothes are clean and simple, but much, much less high-fashion than Changmin usually sees the blond wearing; in fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd say they were... cheap (though really, nothing looks cheap when Jaejoong puts it on). Jaejoong's boots are scruffy and old, and the very mundane jacket he's wearing completes the look of someone with not a lot of money to waste on aesthetics. He's got a shoulder bag with him, and when Changmin tries shoving the whole porn star career track out of his mind, he could swear Jaejoong looks exactly like a broke-ass college student.
Realization must be dawning in his eyes, because Jaejoong breaks into a grin and turns in a little circle in front of him.
"You like?"
Changmin swallows and nods. "What's this for?"
"The new thing we're shooting. It's a college-themed one."
Ahhh, that explains it. "Very convincing," he says, eyes still roving over Jaejoong's ensemble. "The glasses are a nice touch."
Jaejoong looks pleased. "So it's got your seal of approval?"
Changmin nods. He feels his cheeks heat slightly and he coughs, looking around the lobby before he nods towards the elevators. "Um, let's go upstairs."
Jaejoong smiles a bit to himself as he adjusts his bag and follows Changmin. "What's wrong? You worried someone will recognize me?"
Changmin can't help the laugh that bubbles up as he hits the button for the elevator. "God I hope so."
The blond seems a little surprised before he grins, saying nothing as they step into the elevator before he switches the topic abruptly. "Is Yoochun here?"
"Huh?" Changmin shakes his head as he presses the button for the third floor. "No, he's out with his brother."
"So the room's empty?"
"Yeah, it's just me."
Jaejoong seems pleased to hear that and Changmin wonders what he has in mind. The obvious conclusion, he thinks, is a bit too hopeful, and really, he hadn't pictured himself ever having sex on his dinky bed in his college dorm. Jaejoong's bed would be much more suited for that.
When the doors slide open he blinks the blossoming fantasies from his mind and leads Jaejoong down to his room. He unlocks the door and ushers Jaejoong in, closing it behind him and locking it automatically. They tend to leave their door unlocked when they're home but Changmin has a feeling he might need a bit of privacy here.
"Sorry, it's small," he says as he dumps his keys and phone on his nightstand.
Jaejoong grins. "It's a dorm room. They're supposed to be small." He turns in a circle to take it all in before he sets his bag down next to Changmin's bed. "How long have you guys been roommates?"
"About two years now." Changmin crosses his arms as he leans against the wall and lets Jaejoong look. You can tell a lot about a person by exploring their room and Jaejoong is definitely taking it all in, seeing what he can learn about him. After a moment the blond slips his boots off and hangs his jacket on the back of Changmin's desk chair, and Changmin finds himself wondering exactly how long Jaejoong plans on staying.
"Nice wallpaper," Jaejoong says absently, and Changmin's eyes widen as they slide over to his laptop. Someone sent him an email while he was away, and the notification pop-up woke his computer up. Well, shit.
"Thanks," he says after a moment, because Jaejoong doesn't sound creeped out or uncomfortable. He sounds amused.
Jaejoong turns around then and heads for Yoochun's TV, and Changmin has enough time to blurt out "that's not my TV" before Jaejoong picks up the DVD case lying on top of the DVD player and quirks his eyebrows at the cover.
"No?"
"No, it's Yoochun's."
Jaejoong laughs. "Why's Yoochun watching my videos?" He waves the case a little at Changmin before turning it around to read the back.
He wonders how to explain his roommate's behavior. "Yoochun... I don't know, he's going through some weird phase right now. Watching a lot of porn."
"Gay porn?" Jaejoong asks absently.
"Yeah. I wonder if I turned him gay or something."
Jaejoong grins at him. "You'd turn anyone gay."
It's a sudden, bold compliment and he titters nervously. "I think that's you, actually."
Jaejoong just grins and turns the DVD over again before walking back over to Changmin. "What others do you have?"
Changmin hesitates to answer, because really, he's not sure how much of a pervert he wants to come across as, but Jaejoong is looking at him expectantly and he sighs.
"A lot."
"How many is a 'a lot'?"
Changmin licks his lips before he gets down on the floor and begins digging out the DVDs he had so hastily hid. Jaejoong joins him on the floor and within moments they're staring at what is quite possibly Jaejoong's complete filmography, everything from when he was an amateur on the scene to the DVD that was just released last month. Jaejoong seems oddly pleased as he pokes through the collection, picking up random cases and reading the ridiculous descriptions on the back. The blond seems to be reminiscing and Changmin finds himself wondering why he was so worried in the first place.
Jaejoong pops the case in his hands open and frowns. "This isn't the right DVD."
"I think Yoochun's been mixing them up," Changmin says as he takes the DVD from Jaejoong and returns it to the proper case. That one has a different DVD in it as well, and Changmin holds it up with a sigh. "Where's this one?"
They spend the next few minutes returning the proper DVDs to their proper cases. Changmin's at least pleased to note that Yoochun hasn't scratched any of the discs, and the neat freak in him finds the whole exercise soothing. Jaejoong seems not the least bit embarrassed, and if Jaejoong's not embarrassed, he doesn't see any reason for himself to be either.
Jaejoong begins reading the back of the case in his hands and Changmin takes a moment to stare at the cover, which features a picture of Jaejoong and Jung Yunho posing together; it's risque, despite the fact that they're both fully clothed, and Changmin finds himself opening his mouth to speak.
"What's... you know Jung Yunho, right?"
"Of course," Jaejoong says after a beat of silence.
"What's he like?"
Jaejoong sets the case in his hands down and pops another one open to tuck its DVD safely inside. "Tall, big dick. Fucks like a jackhammer."
Changmin opens and closes his mouth a few times, doing a stellar impression of a fish. Finally he laughs. "I meant his personality."
"Oh." Jaejoong grins up at him and shrugs. "Nice, I guess. Friendly. He likes making jokes during filming. Not as much as Junsu but at least Yunho's jokes are witty. Junsu's are lame."
"You mean Kim Junsu?"
"Yeah, bubble-butt."
Changmin slips the final DVD into its proper case and snaps it shut. "What's he like?"
"Childish." Jaejoong grins. "Nice guy, though. He's really terrible at acting but at least he goes at everything with 100 percent." A beat, then, "good with blowjobs," he adds as an afterthought.
Changmin snorts as he begins sliding the DVDs back under his bed. "So, um, you said something about a surprise?"
"Hmm?" Jaejoong watches him for a moment before realization dawns. "Oh, right." He gives Changmin a wicked little grin and grabs his bag, dragging it over and digging around inside before pulling something out that he places neatly in Changmin's hands. It's the underwear he wore to Jaejoong's place last week, the pair that he soiled spectacularly on the blond's couch. They've been freshly laundered.
He feels his cheeks burn as he gets up and puts the underwear away in his closet. He has the distinct feeling Jaejoong's teasing him, and despite the embarrassment, he knows it's nothing mean-spirited. He shakes his head at Jaejoong as he closes his closet door, coming to stand next to his bed.
"You came all the way here just to give me my underwear?"
"No." Jaejoong stands up smoothly, looking up at Changmin with a warm little smile. "I came all the way here because I wanted to see you."
And just like that the embarrassment melts away to be replaced with something much warmer. Jaejoong slides his arms around his neck and pulls him in for a chaste, simple kiss. He hugs the blond automatically, hands splayed over Jaejoong's back as he relishes the scent and taste of the other man, and Changmin suddenly he finds himself wondering exactly how he went nearly a week without him.
"Jaejoong-" Changmin begins, without any real idea of what he's planning to say.
"Sit down." Jaejoong backs him up slowly until his knees hit the bed. He sinks down, staring up at Jaejoong who's watching him closely. "You locked the door, right?"
Changmin smiles. "Yoochun won't be back for a while," he supplies helpfully, and Jaejoong grins at him. "We've got time."
"Yeah?" The blond crawls into his lap then, and Changmin watches with big, hungry eyes as Jaejoong tugs his own shirt off. "Then get naked."
He grabs the hem of Changmin's shirt and tugs upward, and Changmin raises his arms to assist him in the get naked process. Both shirts get tossed carelessly on the floor, and Changmin takes a moment to look Jaejoong over. The blond has his body piercings in (thank god) and Changmin's eyes pause on the very obvious bulge in Jaejoong's pants before he drags his gaze back up to Jaejoong's face. He earns a smile for his staring before Jaejoong cups his cheeks and kisses him, fairly chaste and yet totally obscene.
"Touch me," Jaejoong finally breathes, and Changmin knows what he should be doing. He should be getting Jaejoong's pants open and jerking him off and maybe even laying him down for a bit of oral attention. Nerves are welling up in his stomach again, however, and he rests his hands on the blond's hips as he waits for the uncomfortable, embarrassed feelings to die down, because this is Kim Jaejoong in his lap, and he absolutely cannot screw it up.
Jaejoong's kissing him again, squirming closer as he strokes his cheek and he sucks on the blond's tongue to distract him from the fact that he's not getting his pants open yet. Jaejoong, however, is apparently not so easily distracted.
"What's wrong?" he finally murmurs against his lips, eyes mostly closed as he kisses at the corner of his mouth. Changmin swallows hard and wonders how to say it without sounding like a fool.
"I-... just nervous."
Jaejoong grins. "Why? It's just me. No reason to be nervous."
Changmin sighs and tilts his head back, moaning softly as Jaejoong starts sucking at his neck; it's making it hard to think. "I don't want you to- ah, Jaejoong-"
Jaejoong nibbles on his neck. "What?"
"I just don't... want you to compare me," he says softly, ducking his head as he tries to get a grip. His dick is telling him to shut up and get on with it but his brain is running in circles.
"Compare you to who?" Jaejoong pulls back and watches him patiently. He doesn't seem angry or annoyed, just slightly confused, and it gives Changmin a little bit of confidence.
"To... the other guys. The other-" He wants to say it, to say the other porn stars but he doesn't even have to get it out before Jaejoong lets out a little laugh in understanding. He hugs Changmin, pulling him into a long, soothing kiss before resting their foreheads together as he catches his breath. His eyes are closed and he seems to be gathering his thoughts, and Changmin can't think of a single thing to say as he waits.
"Changmin-ah," Jaejoong finally says, eyes still closed. "Are any of those... other guys here?"
"What? Of course not-"
"-Then they don't matter." Jaejoong pulls back a bit, cupping his face as he watches his eyes intently. "The only things that matter right now are you and me and the fact that I'm topless and in your lap and I'm asking you to touch me, okay? Don't worry, don't even think about anything else, because I'm not. Right now, it's just you," Jaejoong sighs and kisses him again, pressing their cheeks together as he whispers into his ear, "and I want you to touch me."
It's really, really hard to argue with logic like that and Changmin can't even imagine why he'd want to. He's still nervous, sure, but at least Jaejoong knows why. Maybe if he's lucky the guy will help him along a little.
"Okay," he finally murmurs, getting a hand down between them to pop the button of Jaejoong's pants open. "Just... don't laugh at me if I'm bad at it."
He can feel Jaejoong smiling against his cheek. "I saw how you touch yourself," he says, dotting kisses down his neck as he slides his hands over Changmin's chest. "Touch me like that."
He's thankful for the direction, because otherwise he'd be guessing what Jaejoong wants and for some bizarre reason he's thinking that a porn star is going to need something else, something more than the usual to get him off. The thought persists up until he gets a hand in Jaejoong's pants and feels the blond shudder. Well, maybe this won't be so bad.
He eases Jaejoong's underwear down before drawing his cock out, staring at it full and hard right in front of him for the first time in his life. It's swollen and stiff, the tip wet from the liquid already leaking out the slit. It's also hairless, without a trace of razor burn, and Changmin winces at the thought of Jaejoong getting this area waxed.
Somehow, he expected it to look different than it does on camera. It doesn't, but the feeling is definitely different, something like seeing your favorite band on TV and then seeing them live; you know it's the same thing, and yet it's completely not.
He starts snickering when he realizes he's mentally comparing Jaejoong's cock to a band and the blond sits back, frowning at him.
"There's a lot of things a guy wants you to do when you take out his dick, but I'm pretty sure laughing isn't one of them."
Changmin looks up at him and smiles, biting his lip. "Sorry, not laughing at you. Just, weird train of thought. Sorry."
Jaejoong smiles. "You can make it up to me by opening your pants."
It sounds like a fabulous idea and Changmin does just that, popping the button open before jerking the zipper down and pushing his underwear out of the way. His ever-eager cock twitches in the cooler air, hardening fully and he feels himself blushing as he looks back up at Jaejoong. The blond smiles, looking immensely pleased with himself before pulling Changmin close and grinding against him.
"Oh-" It catches him off guard and he hugs Jaejoong tight, sliding his hands down the blond's back before pausing around his hips. He wants to touch and yet he feels like he needs permission, which is absurd because Jaejoong hardly ever asks permission before every step he takes in molesting him. He throws caution to the wind and slides his hands down, pushing Jaejoong's pants out of the way to cup his ass and squeeze.
He's rewarded with a shiver, and Jaejoong slides his hands up into his hair, kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear. "Feels good, Changmin-ah, feels so good-" He's breathing quicker, and Changmin can feel the man's heart pounding in his chest, nearly as fast as his own. He's reminded that he did this to the blond and he has to take a moment to catch his own breath.
He squeezes Jaejoong's ass again, relishing the way the blond's breath catches before he slides his middle finger along Jaejoong's crack and across the small, puckered hole hidden there. He's completely hairless back here as well and Changmin begins seriously wondering about those obvious regular waxings Jaejoong must be getting.
"Don't," Jaejoong says suddenly, catching his hand and pulling it out of his pants. The refusal catches Changmin off-guard and he opens his mouth to apologize before he realizes Jaejoong's not upset.
"Why not?"
"Because if you start poking around back there I won't have enough self-restraint to say no," Jaejoong murmurs. He kisses him slow and gentle, cupping his face again and Changmin gets the impression Jaejoong's trying to distract him.
"You... wanna have sex?" he asks against the blond's lips. Jaejoong arches an eyebrow and chuckles.
"I'm pretty sure every guy wants to have sex."
"I-... I meant with me." As soon as he says it he realizes how plaintive he sounds, like a shy little kid asking if he can have a toy.
Jaejoong makes an odd sound in his throat, pressing his face against Changmin's neck. "God yes, of course I do. Just, not today, okay?"
"Okay," Changmin nods, because the way Jaejoong's hips are moving against him is incredibly distracting. He moves a hand down between them and Jaejoong catches it, wrapping Changmin's hand around their cocks and squeezing them together. He shivers, feeling his cock squirt out a bit more sticky liquid between them that smears and dribbles between his fingers.
"Jaejoong..." Changmin watches his own hand stroking them slowly with a touch of fascination. He can't quite believe this is happening, and yet Jaejoong's breath against his cheek is very real.
"Don't tease me," Jaejoong groans against his cheek. "C'mon, do it like you did yourself."
The order is easy enough to follow and he obeys, squeezing the heads together before he begins stroking a bit faster. Jaejoong rocks his hips counter to his strokes, fucking his hand and the little whimpers and gasps he's making nearly send Changmin over the edge all on their own. Jaejoong's body is tense and the kisses he's laying on Changmin's cheek and neck are starting to get a bit desperate.
"Jaejoong?"
"Don't stop."
He lets his own cock slip out of his hand, tightening his grip on Jaejoong's alone before jerking him quickly. The response is almost immediate, the way Jaejoong's arms tighten around his shoulders and his breath catches before coming out in excited little pants. Changmin has enough time to clearly think to himself he's gonna come before Jaejoong tenses in his arms and does exactly that. Creamy white splatters messily between them, pulse after pulse, hitting both their stomachs and dripping down over Changmin's own neglected cock.
He strokes Jaejoong through his orgasm, teasing out the last bits of release as he feels the blond begin to relax against him. Jaejoong's making the sweetest, most blissed-out sounds in the back of his throat. He starts kissing him, over and over, warm and affectionate and Changmin does his best to keep up.
"Thank you," Jaejoong finally murmurs, the tiniest of smiles curving his lips and Changmin can't for the life of him think why Jaejoong even needs to say it. If anything, it should be the other way around; Changmin should be thanking Jaejoong for letting him do this, and then he remembers that he just got a porn star off and he starts grinning like an idiot.
"No problem," he murmurs and squirms, his sticky hand drifting to his own needy cock. He strokes himself twice before Jaejoong catches on and bats his hand away, giving him a firm squeeze before jacking him quickly. It's over in an embarrassingly short amount of time. Still, he reflects hazily as he watches himself spill between them in strong, satisfying spurts, he came after Jaejoong for once. That's an improvement, right?
He lays his head on Jaejoong's shoulder afterwards, sucking in air like a drowning man. With the heat of the moment passed, the mess between them is growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment.
"Tissues?" Jaejoong finally asks, as if reading his mind.
He grabs his shirt off the floor and mops them up as best he can. It's an inelegant fix but it's not like this is his favorite shirt and he can't be bothered to go to the bathroom. Once he's done Jaejoong slides out of his lap, pausing to kick off his pants and underwear before moving Changmin's mess of books and papers to the floor.
"What're you doing?" he murmurs, definitely not minding the eye candy.
"We're gonna sleep," Jaejoong says, sliding under the sheets before pulling on Changmin's arm.
It's an enticing option and he stands up to kick off what's left of his clothing before crawling under the sheets as well. Jaejoong lays him on his back and then snuggles up, using him as a pillow. He slides one arm around the blond's shoulders and hits the light switch with the other.
A nagging voice in the back of his head tells him that sleeping here, now, isn't that great of an idea, but for the life of him he can't remember why. Jaejoong presses a kiss to his chest and he's asleep in minutes.
[o5] x [o7]
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