Porn Star (7/10?)
Porn Star (7/10?)
boomtrack @ kiiteruno
JaeMin, YunJae, BFF!YooMin; NC-17, AU Porn-Star!verse; ~5,600 words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual for me.
A porn star and his fanboy.
AN: Oh hi. ♥ It's been a while. Sorry for the wait. I recommend re-reading the last chapter to refresh your memory, as this one picks up where the last one left off.
Feedback is a plus! Please let me know what you think of their relationship so far.
If he thinks hard, Changmin figures he can count the number of times he's been truly embarrassed on one hand. Not the small stuff, like slipping on ice while walking down the street or forgetting someone's name when you bump into them at the movies, but rather, the huge, catastrophic, life-altering, earth-shattering, "please let the ground open up and swallow me whole"-moments; those, he's only really had a few.
The first he can recall was probably in middle school, when he had gotten distracted by a text from his best friend and managed to walk right into the women's restroom. Some student had been in the process of trying to fix her broken bra strap, and Changmin had stood in the doorway, his adolescent brain transfixed by the sight of the girl's exposed breasts. When she looked up and saw him staring in the mirror, he ran. The horror of getting caught peeping on some girl in the bathroom like a deranged pervert had conflicted heavily with his half-hard cock twitching in his pants. He'd lived in fear for the next month that the student would report him as a peeping tom but no such accusations ever appeared. He still considers himself lucky.
His first kiss was embarrassing, he recalls, but nothing to write home about. On the other hand, his first time having sex was pathetic. Nerves led to the entire encounter being an awkward, fumbling mess that barely lasted more than a few minutes once they actually did it. As they lay together afterwards, with her snuggled up to his chest and cooing in his ear, he had felt a profound sense of emptiness and disappointment. Who knew sex was so unfulfilling and, well, boring? He dumped her shortly thereafter (a completely rude thing to do, sure, but Changmin was nothing if not practical, and what was the practicality of keeping a girlfriend with whom sex was not enjoyable?) and she took it upon herself to spread the word that Shim Changmin was a minute man. Ahh, well. High school sucked for everyone. Why should he be any different?
In any case, Changmin can recall all these horrific situations of paramount embarrassment on just one hand. He has no burning urge to add another to the list, but when he hears voices in the hall and a key sliding into the lock on their door, he realizes he's about to.
"Shit," is the most brilliant thing he can think of to say. Jaejoong is still using his chest as a pillow, his breathing slow and rhythmic. Changmin shakes him and gets a plainly annoyed "mnph!" for his efforts.
"Wake up! They're coming in any second!"
Even in the darkness of his dorm, Changmin can see Jaejoong finally open his eyes, staring at him with a fair amount of confusion. "Who?"
Before Changmin can answer the door opens, and his heart apparently takes that as the sign to start racing. He clutches at the sheets he tugged over them before they passed out, trying to make sure all the important bits are covered before anyone turns the lights on. He hopes he succeeded.
The light clicks on and Changmin covers his eyes with his hand, blinking rapidly as his pupils constrict almost painfully. Jaejoong whines and shifts closer to him, pressing his face against Changmin's neck to hide his eyes from the light. It's about then that the "dear god please swallow me whole" sensation hits him. He swallows rapidly, his heart still racing inside his chest. He's pretty sure it's going to thump-thump right out of his ribcage.
He hears people shuffle into the room, voices yammering away until they drop off to dead silence. Someone gasps. Changmin can feel eyes on him, sliding up and down his body, taking in his state of (un)dress and the other person in his bed. No one says a word, until Changmin hears the tell-tale beep of a cell phone capturing a photo.
"Hyung!" Changmin sits up abruptly, clutching at the sheets to make sure his lap is covered as he glares at the two people standing by the door. "What the hell are you doing?"
Yoochun grins and snaps another photo before sliding his phone into his coat pocket. "Are you kidding? I just walked in on my nerdy, straight-laced roommate in bed with another man. You think I'd let this golden opportunity pass me by?"
Changmin scowls.
"Besides," Yoochun says, throwing an arm around the person standing next to him, "you could've, you know, sent me a text or something to let me know you'd be busy. You knew I was going out with Yoohwan. I told you I'd be bringing him back here after we ate."
Changmin licks his lips. "You did?"
"See?" Yoochun says then, turning to face his brother with a dramatic sigh. "This is what I meant. His brain is totally gone these days. He doesn't remember shit. He forgot we had midterms."
Yoohwan laughs faintly, eyes kind of wide and dazed as he sneaks peeks of the two naked men on Changmin's bed. Yoochun snorts and shakes him.
"Stop staring. Mama will kill me if I take you home and you've forsaken women for penis."
"I'm not staring," Yoohwan mutters.
Yoochun's expression clearly says he believes that just about as much as he believes the earth is flat.
"You must be Yoochun," Jaejoong finally says. He sits up and reaches past Changmin to grab his glasses he left on the nightstand before they slept. Changmin focuses his attention on making sure the sheets don't fall off Jaejoong's lap. Sure, Yoochun might have already seen Jaejoong naked (in just about every position imaginable) but Yoohwan hasn't. No reason to change that now.
"Yeah, and you're Jaejoong right? I kinda, uh, recognize you."
Jaejoong smiles blandly at that as he slides his glasses on. His hair is messy from sleep and yet he still somehow manages to look like he just walked out of a salon. "Changmin tells me you're a big fan."
Yoochun's smile cools several degrees and Yoohwan turns to stare at him.
"A fan?" Yoohwan says, visibly perking up. "Who is he? Is he famous?"
"Kind of." Yoochun's lips twitch like he can't quite decide if he should be smiling or frowning.
"What's he do?"
"Nothing," Yoochun cuts him off, obviously eager to drop this line of questioning before his younger brother finds out about his latest taste in movies. He looks a bit uncomfortable and Changmin finds himself relishing the sight.
"Well, it's nice to finally meet you," Jaejoong supplies with a grin.
"You too. I'd, uh, shake your hand but I don't know where it's been."
Jaejoong's smile just grows. "Nowhere Changmin's hand hasn't been."
Yoochun coughs and Yoohwan is looking more and more intrigued by the moment. "Hyung, who is he?"
"No one. Changmin's boyfriend. That's all." Yoochun turns his brother towards the door and shoves him out into the hall.
"But I mean, what does he do?"
Yoochun ignores him, grabbing the door handle and pausing to eye Changmin and Jaejoong. "I'm gonna take him home. You have an hour, dongsaeng."
Changmin nods. Yoochun takes one last look at the two of them, shaking his head before he steps out and slams the door shut behind him.
After a moment Changmin lets out the breath he doesn't remember consciously holding. He drops his face into his hands with a long, embarrassed groan. "I can't believe that just happened."
Jaejoong laughs. "It could've been worse."
"You're just saying that."
"No, really, it could've been worse. Imagine if he had come in a few hours ago."
He does. He tries to picture Yoochun walking in on him and Jaejoong making out, Yoochun staring at them while Changmin made Jaejoong come all over his hand and then return the favor. He inadvertently groans.
"See, that's exactly what I'm talking about." Jaejoong smirks knowingly as he slides off the bed. He takes a moment to collect his clothes from the floor before frowning down at the dried remains of their mutual orgasms sticking to his abdomen. "Can we take a shower?"
///
Ten minutes later sees them both clean of any suspicious sticky messes on their skin. They get dressed silently together afterwards, Changmin sneaking peeks out of the corner of his eye as he slides into a pair of jeans and a tshirt. Jaejoong gets his underwear and pants on and seems to think that's enough for now.
"Can I smoke?"
Changmin nods and points towards the window near Yoochun's desk. "Just push the window open. Yoochun's got an ashtray over there."
Jaejoong gives him a quick peck on the cheek in appreciation before digging a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his bag. "So, I've been wanting to talk to you about something."
Uh oh. All relationship conversations that start with those ominous words tend to end poorly. Changmin frowns and sits on his own bed, watching Jaejoong drag Yoochun's desk chair to the window. "About what?"
"Nothing bad," Jaejoong murmurs around the cigarette he's stuck in his mouth. He lights up and promptly drops his lighter on Yoochun's desk. "I mean, I just wanna talk about you a bit, that's all."
"Me?" Changmin crosses his arms and studies Jaejoong from across the room as the blond wrenches their small dorm window open, wincing at the blast of cold air that hits his face.
"I realized- I mean, when my sisters asked me, I realized I didn't really know that much about you."
"Oh."
"So tell me about yourself."
"What do you want to know?"
Jaejoong seems to consider the question, tapping his own cheek as they stare at each other. Finally he smiles. "Tell me when you realized you were gay."
It's a fair question. Changmin doesn't bother fighting the grin that splits his face. "It's a funny story."
"Tell me."
"Okay, well," Changmin begins, talking as he retrieves a bottle of beer from the fridge, "it happened shortly after I got into college. My roommate decided he wanted to make me more sociable so he dragged me to some drunken frat party."
"Sounds like a blast." Sarcasm is dripping from every syllable and Changmin laughs.
"It was about what you'd expect, I guess. Lots of drunk people, some drunk girls letting guys paw at them. Anyway, there was this one guy who kept staring at me. At first I thought he recognized me from somewhere but when I got drunker he started getting more and more friendly."
Jaejoong raises his eyebrows, cigarette near his lips. "I think I can see where this is going."
"Maybe." Changmin pops the lid off his beer and takes a drink. "Anyway, um, by the time I'm too drunk to complain about much of anything he takes me off to some empty room."
Jaejoong sits up straight, his face getting serious. "Don't tell me-"
"No, I didn't get raped," Changmin says, cutting the other man off before his thinking gets too serious. "He just gave me a blowjob, a really really good one. I couldn't believe how great it was."
"That's it?" Jaejoong sits back in his chair, laughing after a moment. "So you turned gay for a guy with a good mouth?"
"You have to understand, I wasn't having any luck with girls before then," Changmin murmurs, staring down at his beer bottle. "I mean, I'd had some girlfriends here and there but nothing felt right. So, after the drunken frat party, after the guy uh... it felt right, somehow. So when I woke up the next morning I found some gay porn on the internet."
"Oh yeah?" Jaejoong says, and taps ash off his cigarette. "And?"
"It was like a lightbulb turned on." He keeps his eyes down, cheeks a bit hot. He's told this story before, to Yoochun, but somehow telling Yoochun wasn't nearly as embarrassing as telling Jaejoong is now. "It just made sense. It felt right. I couldn't believe it hadn't dawned on me before."
"That you liked guys?"
"Yeah."
"Did you freak out?"
"You know, I didn't?" Changmin grins. "It just didn't feel necessary. Some people like girls and some like guys. I like guys. No reason to panic."
"Now that's just way too emotionally healthy for me."
"I try."
"So you're not a virgin, right?" Jaejoong mushes his half-smoked cigarette into Yoochun's ashtray and stands, taking a moment to stretch his arms over his head in a long, full-body stretch. The movement throws his muscles into sharp relief and takes the edge off Changmin's annoyance at getting asked that very same question yet again.
"No, I'm not a virgin," he sighs, eyes trailing over Jaejoong's abs. "I had sex with a girl in high school."
"How many times?"
The question throws Changmin off guard. Jaejoong smirks and prowls over to him like a cat, crawling into his lap to straddle his thighs yet again. His arms automatically go around Jaejoong's waist in a loose hug, beer bottle still dangling from his fingers.
"Don't tell me you've only done it once," Jaejoong says when Changmin fails to answer him.
"It didn't feel good with girls," Changmin finally replies, keeping his eyes down. "And I haven't had a serious boyfriend in a while."
"Have you had a lot of serious boyfriends?"
Changmin frowns. "A few on and off, but only one really serious one."
Jaejoong finally sits back and looks at him closely. "And you didn't have sex with him?"
"He got a bit weird." Changmin lifts a finger and twirls it in a circle near his head. "You know, a little crazy."
"How so?"
Changmin takes a breath to gather his thoughts, but in the end he finds himself resting his forehead on Jaejoong's shoulder. He feels Jaejoong tense a bit before sliding his arms around his shoulders, one hand coming up to massage his scalp. It's a welcome, soothing touch and he nuzzles Jaejoong's neck appreciatively.
"Just... everyone has a crazy ex, right? This one's mine."
"That good, huh?" Jaejoong sounds like he's smiling and it makes Changmin smile in return.
"Yeah."
"Tell me about him. What was his name?"
"Minho, his name was Minho. We had a class together my sophomore year." Changmin groans faintly at the fingers on his scalp. Jaejoong's way too good at this. "He was, uh, tall, cute, really great. We went on two dates and then officially started dating."
"How far did you guys get?"
Changmin frowns and tries to think. With the way Jaejoong's fingers are still combing through his hair, it takes considerable effort. "Pretty far, I guess. Handjobs, blowjobs..."
"But no sex."
"No sex."
"So what went wrong?"
Changmin hums in the back of his throat. "He got weird after I moved into my dorm with Yoochun. It's like he was absolutely convinced I was gonna sleep with my roommate. It didn't help that Yoochun didn't know I was gay so I was trying to hide my relationship with Minho from him. We had a few fights about it and then I got tired of being under so much scrutiny when I wasn't doing anything wrong. I dumped him shortly thereafter."
"Sounds like it was probably a smart move." Jaejoong's fingers migrate south to work on the back of Changmin's neck. He does his best to bite back a mew.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. After that though he started coming to the dorm and harassing us both."
"Seriously? Some guys just don't know when to quit."
"He outed me to Yoochun." Changmin closes his eyes and strives to ignore the phantom voice he can hear even now. "When he said it I wanted to murder him. Yoochun just threw Minho out after that though."
"Wait, that's all Yoochun did?"
"He asked me if it was true, if I was really gay, and I told him I was. He just nodded and said 'okay' and that was the end of it."
Jaejoong chuckles. "Sounds like he's a good guy."
"He is." Changmin finally pulls back from Jaejoong to take a swing of his beer. "So what about you?"
"What about me?"
Changmin offers him a drink. "How'd you find out you were gay?"
"Oh, that's easy." Jaejoong plucks the beer from Changmin and drains nearly half the bottle. "I grew up with eight sisters. Nothing -and I do mean nothing- will kill your attraction to females faster than growing up with eight girls who all PMS at the same time."
The horror must be showing on his face because Jaejoong suddenly bursts out laughing.
"Yeah, that's about the size of it." He chuckles and offers Changmin the final few sips of beer left in the bottle.
"So that's it? Your sisters scared you gay?"
Jaejoong smiles. "Yeah, but it was more than that. I grew up with them all chasing after guys, so I chased after guys. They saw other girls as platonic friends, so I did the same thing. When I got to the age where my friends were getting girlfriends and having sex with them, I couldn't even fake interest. I just saw all girls like I saw my sisters. It felt incestuous."
"Alright, fair enough." Changmin drains the rest of the beer bottle and sets it aside. "So how'd you get into the industry?"
Jaejoong smiles and pokes him lightly on the nose before giving him a soft kiss. "That is a story for another time, I think."
"What? Why?"
"Because Yoochun is coming back soon, isn't he?"
Changmin frowns and checks the time. "Not for another twenty minutes or something."
Jaejoong kisses him then. It's long and deep, one that he can feel all the way down through his body, delicious and toe-curling and also calculating and completely designed to distract him. He lets it, for now, eyes falling shut as he tightens his arms around Jaejoong's waist. His hands slide down to cup the blond's ass and squeeze it through his jeans, just to feel Jaejoong squirm. He earns a moan for his efforts. Jaejoong's hands come up to cup his jaw as he licks at the inside of his mouth.
Changmin makes some kind of inarticulate whimper. He sucks at Jaejoong's tongue to try to get it further into his mouth, completely conscious of the fact that they really don't have time for this. Yoochun will be coming back soon enough and he really, really has no desire to give his roommate more ammo for teasing him.
"Jaejoong," he mumbles between kisses.
"Mmm?"
"We don't have time for this... Yoochun-"
"-Is coming back soon, I know." Jaejoong smiles and gives him one last peck before pulling back.
Changmin sighs and glances down at his crotch, frowning at the obvious bulge. "You're such a tease."
"I'm not a tease," Jaejoong chuckles as he slides off Changmin's lap.
"No?"
"No. A tease is someone who winds you up and then leaves you hanging." Jaejoong grins and gracefully drops down to his knees in front of him. "I am not a tease."
"What're you doing?" is the first thing that flops out of his mouth, because as far as his perverted brain can gather, Jaejoong just got down on his knees in front of him and most people don't assume that position for just socializing.
Jaejoong's fingers seek out his zipper and drag it down. "I'm just curious."
"About what?"
"If I'm better than the guy that turned you gay."
He can feel his cheeks getting hot. There's no way Jaejoong is being serious. They absolutely do not have time for this and yet he finds he doesn't have the strength of will to tell him to stop. Getting a blowjob from Kim Jaejoong is something he's fantasized about since he started watching his videos. Now that it's on the verge of becoming a reality, his parents could be moments away from walking in his door and he wouldn't be able to put an end to this.
Jaejoong's fingers delve into his pants and draw him out. He's already hard from the impossible combination of Jaejoong's kisses and his healthy imagination of what's to come. They stare at his cock together, Changmin starting to breathe a bit quicker as Jaejoong strokes him slowly.
"Why aren't you circumcised?" Jaejoong asks suddenly.
"What?" Changmin drags his eyes from the sight of those slender fingers wrapped around his cock to Jaejoong's face. Did he even hear that right?
"You aren't circumcised," Jaejoong says, pointing out the blatantly obvious. "Why not?"
"Uh." Changmin struggles to find his voice. He's not used to socializing while getting jerked off. "M-my family is Buddhist. We're all Buddhist."
"Oh, that explains it."
"Is it a problem?" he murmurs. A bead of liquid is gathering at the tip of his cock and he stares at it with a sort of surreal fascination. He's never thought about holding a conversation while engaging in sexual acts of any sort.
"No, not a problem." Jaejoong must be staring at the liquid as well. On the next upstroke he suddenly swipes his thumb across the tip, bringing it then to his mouth to suck it clean. Changmin whimpers.
"W-... what about you?"
"I'm cut, obviously." Jaejoong grins up at him and licks his lips as he scoots a bit closer.
"I meant, what religion-"
"Oh. Atheist," Jaejoong sighs, blowing the air over the head of his cock. Changmin gives up coherent thought as Jaejoong leans forward and presses a wet kiss to the side of the shaft. "But I can appreciate Buddhism."
All Changmin can muster by then is a half-assed "oh, okay." He stares as Jaejoong brings his mouth to the head of his cock, pressing another wet kiss to the very tip before wrapping his lips around the head. He starts tonguing the slit and Changmin whimpers again. His hands fist the sheets under him and he drops his head back, mouth falling open when he feels Jaejoong's lips start sliding down.
He mutters something obscene as Jaejoong takes inch after inch into his mouth. His eyes are closed and his hair obscures his face but his lips are visible, and Changmin can't tear his eyes away, too fascinated by how Jaejoong's cheeks hollow ever so slightly as he sucks, or how his adam's apple bobs with each occasional swallow. He gulps down air when he realizes he's stopped breathing.
Jaejoong continues until his nose bumps Changmin's belly. He moans, deep in his throat, and the vibrations travel up the length of Changmin's cock. He grabs at Jaejoong's shoulder, squeezing, sucking down air that he lets out in a shuddering, broken groan.
"I-I'm gonna-" he blurts out when he feels his balls tighten. He wants this to last, wants to relish the moment and the sensations he's feeling but it's too much; even after having just gotten off a mere few hours ago, it's too much. He expects Jaejoong to pull back but the blond does the opposite, sealing his lips tight around his cock and sucking harder instead. His mind flies into the stratosphere, eyes rolling back in his head as he groans and comes.
As soon as he can he peeks out from under his eyelashes, watching Jaejoong's adam's apple bob with a kind of lazy, detached interest. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that means the other man is swallowing. He gives an involuntary groan at the thought.
Eventually Jaejoong slides his mouth off his softening cock, giving the flesh a teasing parting kiss before he stands. Changmin's still panting, trying to catch his breath, and his brain is so fried that he barely registers what's happening when Jaejoong leans in and presses his lips against his own. It's a chase kiss, but even so he can taste himself on Jaejoong's mouth. Another guy might have protested (Yoochun, most definitely) but Changmin can't bring himself to mind. He parts his lips and sucks at Jaejoong's tongue when it invades his mouth.
There's a sharp knock on the door and Changmin jerks back, hands flying to stuff his cock back into his pants and zip up. He's still doing the button when Yoochun walks in. There's a long, awkward pause as the three of them exchange glances, Changmin and Jaejoong's looking significantly more guilty than Yoochun's.
"Should I just go rent a hotel room tonight or something?" Yoochun finally says, twirling his keys around his finger as he leans against the door.
"No, I should be going." Jaejoong pulls away and grabs his shirt from the floor. Changmin frowns as he watches him pull it on.
"You don't have to go-" he begins.
"No, I do." Jaejoong gives him a smile, finger-combing his hair as he pulls on his socks and grabs his coat. "You should be studying anyway and I need my beauty sleep."
Changmin sucks in a breath and stands up, watching Jaejoong gather his belongings and stuff them in his bag. He catches Jaejoong for a final goodbye kiss, which Jaejoong keeps fairly chaste; likely, a half-assed attempt to keep from traumatizing Yoochun any further.
"I'll call you about this weekend, alright?" Jaejoong says on his way out. He gives a final nod to Yoochun before he steps out and closes the door behind him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to cockblock," Yoochun says as he locks the door behind Jaejoong.
"No, it's fine, he was right. I've got to study."
Yoochun nods slowly and dumps his keys and wallet on his desk. "This room smells like sex. Did you guys have sex?"
Changmin rolls his eyes and laughs. "Fuck you. No, we didn't have sex." He grabs the beer bottle they shared and tosses it in the trash.
"You guys being romantic and waiting?"
"Something like that," Changmin mutters, rolling his eyes. "Speaking of which-"
"Speaking of sex? Why yes, Changmin, I've had sex."
"-What's been up with you and all the gay porn lately?" Changmin says without missing a beat. "Are you gay?"
"No, I'm not gay." Yoochun rolls his eyes and begins stripping for bed.
"You can tell me. I won't judge you."
Yoochun levels a withering stare at him. "I'm not gay."
"Then why all the gay porn? Seriously, explain it to me."
Changmin watches as Yoochun heaves a sigh and slides out of his pants. "There's this girl, Ramu. She's an exchange student from Japan. Seems like they have a thing for gay porn there. She wants me to watch some with her, so I decided to watch yours beforehand so I could, you know, prepare myself."
"But why would you want to watch it?"
"Why not?" Yoochun shrugs as he crawls onto his bed in just his underwear. "If gay porn gets her in the mood I won't deny her."
"If you're not interested in it I'd think it would kill your sex drive," Changmin replies, stretching out on his own bed.
"No. I'm not attracted to other guys but watching them go at it doesn't turn me off. However," Yoochun says, his lips sliding into an altogether greasy smile, "watching Ramu rub herself through her panties does. If gay porn gets her like that then I'm more than willing to sit through ten minutes of man-on-man cocksucking."
"Such sacrifices you make for her."
"I'm a lady's man." Yoochun beams at him from across the room. "So, enough about me. How are you and your boytoy doing?"
Changmin fights a smile. "Good, I think. We're good."
"If you guys weren't having sex then what did I walk in on?" Yoochun says, rolling onto his side to watch him.
Changmin licks his lips and considers how to answer. "We... you really want to know?"
"Every dirty, filthy detail."
"Figures." Changmin sits up and rests his back against his headboard. "We just messed around before, and then he gave me a blowjob."
Yoochun's eyes widen considerably. "Was that the first one?"
"Yeah."
"Wow." Yoochun watches him for a moment. "So is this getting serious?"
Changmin bites his lip and thinks. "I dunno. Maybe."
"Like, Minho-level serious?"
"Yeah, maybe."
Yoochun nods slowly. "Alright. Hey, do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"In the future, send me a text if you've got him here and naked in your room, especially if I'm supposed to be bringing Yoohwan over again, okay? He wouldn't shut up the entire car-ride home and I'm pretty sure he's gonna put 'jaejoong' in just about every search engine he can until he hits paydirt." Yoochun frowns, rubbing at his face. "Last thing I need him to know is that I'm a 'fan' of Kim Jaejoong."
Changmin snorts. "I think you're already screwed."
Yoochun frowns and whips a pillow at his head.
///
His finals Thursday and Friday go as well as can be expected, considering his mind is mostly on the coming weekend.
He spends the majority of his Anatomy final thinking about what he should bring. Condoms? Will they need condoms? What about lube? Nah, Jaejoong definitely already has lube. But maybe he should get some condoms. But wait, doesn't that imply he assumes he'll be on top? What if Jaejoong wants to be on top? He bites his lip and shivers as his brain runs with that thought, his imagination providing an image of himself spreading his legs for Jaejoong before someone sneezing across the room brings him back to reality.
He then spends the next few minutes erasing the last four lines he's written. He doubts his Anatomy professor is interested in an essay about the mating habits of gay men.
After his English final Friday (which, surprisingly, he's pretty sure he did exceptionally well on), he spends the rest of the afternoon packing a bag for the weekend. He includes a few changes of clothes, plenty of underwear, a few movies he likes to watch; anything else, he figures he can either buy it or Jaejoong already has it.
By the time evening rolls around he's sitting on his bed, bag at his feet and cell in his hand, just waiting for Jaejoong to call, or text, or communicate telepathically that he's home and ready for Changmin to come over. His nerves are frazzled, which really is ridiculous, since he should be past this by now.
He's human, Changmin reminds himself, staring at his cell and willing it to ring, just like me. Just like everyone else. Stop being such a girl.
His cell rings. He nearly pisses himself in surprise.
"Jaejoong!" he says when he answers. He must sound like a kid on Christmas morning. "You home now?"
"Yeah, just got in not too long ago," Jaejoong says. His voice sounds significantly less enthused, but Changmin ignores that.
"So, should I come over now?"
"Actually..." Jaejoong heaves a sigh into the phone. "I'm gonna have to take a rain check on this weekend."
There's no way he heard that correctly. "Wait, what?"
"I've kinda come down with something over the last two days. I feel like shit." Jaejoong laughs. "You don't want to hang out with me right now. I feel nasty."
Changmin can physically feel his excitement deflating. "You're sick? I-... I can still come over. We don't have to do anything exciting, just watch movies or-"
"No. I'm sorry, I don't really like company when I'm sick." Jaejoong makes vague, apologetic sounds. "Let's just postpone until next weekend?"
Changmin bites his lip, trying not to pout. It's surprisingly difficult. "I..."
"I don't want to get you sick, Changmin. You've got classes to worry about, remember?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Just wait one week. We'll get together next weekend and you won't have to deal with me sneezing all over you."
Changmin heaves a sigh. "I... Alright."
"Great. I really am sorry. I wanted to see you but I feel like shit. I'm gonna pop some cold medicine and crash."
"Can I come over tomorrow?"
Jaejoong hesitates. "Changmin..."
"Please?"
"Maybe. I'll call you, alright?"
"Alright."
"Goodnight."
"'Night." The line goes dead. Changmin lowers his phone and snaps it shut.
What the hell was that about? He stares at his phone, feeling an odd sense of disappointment, annoyance, all mixed in with a healthy amount of self-pity. He feels blown off, which is stupid, as that certainly wasn't Jaejoong's intent. Surely.
He eyes his bag and gives it a light kick, watching it roll to the side. Whatever. Sick or not sick, he's going over tomorrow. Jaejoong gave him a key for a reason, right?
///
Jaejoong slowly lowers his cell from his ear and closes it, dropping it on his bed before burying his face in his hands.
Lying was never one of his specialties. He feels like shit for doing it. Changmin had the whole "kicked puppy" tone to his voice and makes him feel even worse for canceling.
Oh well. Nothing for it now.
"What'd you tell him?"
Jaejoong looks up then, eying the man standing in his bedroom doorway. "That I was sick."
The man laughs. "Wow, Jaejoong, why not just tell him you have a headache and embrace the cliche entirely?"
"Fuck you, Yunho." Jaejoong sighs, massaging his temples. "I do have a headache. And my ass hurts."
"Your ass always hurts after we fuck like that."
"You need a smaller dick."
Yunho smiles. "You need an actual ass, with padding."
Jaejoong sticks his tongue out. "Shut up. You love my ass."
"Too true." Yunho smiles as he pads into Jaejoong's bedroom, crawling onto the bed to embrace him from behind. "So when are you going to tell him about us?"
Jaejoong sighs and leans back against his chest, eyes still lingering on his cell. He frowns.
"Soon."
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JaeMin, YunJae, BFF!YooMin; NC-17, AU Porn-Star!verse; ~5,600 words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual for me.
A porn star and his fanboy.
AN: Oh hi. ♥ It's been a while. Sorry for the wait. I recommend re-reading the last chapter to refresh your memory, as this one picks up where the last one left off.
Feedback is a plus! Please let me know what you think of their relationship so far.
If he thinks hard, Changmin figures he can count the number of times he's been truly embarrassed on one hand. Not the small stuff, like slipping on ice while walking down the street or forgetting someone's name when you bump into them at the movies, but rather, the huge, catastrophic, life-altering, earth-shattering, "please let the ground open up and swallow me whole"-moments; those, he's only really had a few.
The first he can recall was probably in middle school, when he had gotten distracted by a text from his best friend and managed to walk right into the women's restroom. Some student had been in the process of trying to fix her broken bra strap, and Changmin had stood in the doorway, his adolescent brain transfixed by the sight of the girl's exposed breasts. When she looked up and saw him staring in the mirror, he ran. The horror of getting caught peeping on some girl in the bathroom like a deranged pervert had conflicted heavily with his half-hard cock twitching in his pants. He'd lived in fear for the next month that the student would report him as a peeping tom but no such accusations ever appeared. He still considers himself lucky.
His first kiss was embarrassing, he recalls, but nothing to write home about. On the other hand, his first time having sex was pathetic. Nerves led to the entire encounter being an awkward, fumbling mess that barely lasted more than a few minutes once they actually did it. As they lay together afterwards, with her snuggled up to his chest and cooing in his ear, he had felt a profound sense of emptiness and disappointment. Who knew sex was so unfulfilling and, well, boring? He dumped her shortly thereafter (a completely rude thing to do, sure, but Changmin was nothing if not practical, and what was the practicality of keeping a girlfriend with whom sex was not enjoyable?) and she took it upon herself to spread the word that Shim Changmin was a minute man. Ahh, well. High school sucked for everyone. Why should he be any different?
In any case, Changmin can recall all these horrific situations of paramount embarrassment on just one hand. He has no burning urge to add another to the list, but when he hears voices in the hall and a key sliding into the lock on their door, he realizes he's about to.
"Shit," is the most brilliant thing he can think of to say. Jaejoong is still using his chest as a pillow, his breathing slow and rhythmic. Changmin shakes him and gets a plainly annoyed "mnph!" for his efforts.
"Wake up! They're coming in any second!"
Even in the darkness of his dorm, Changmin can see Jaejoong finally open his eyes, staring at him with a fair amount of confusion. "Who?"
Before Changmin can answer the door opens, and his heart apparently takes that as the sign to start racing. He clutches at the sheets he tugged over them before they passed out, trying to make sure all the important bits are covered before anyone turns the lights on. He hopes he succeeded.
The light clicks on and Changmin covers his eyes with his hand, blinking rapidly as his pupils constrict almost painfully. Jaejoong whines and shifts closer to him, pressing his face against Changmin's neck to hide his eyes from the light. It's about then that the "dear god please swallow me whole" sensation hits him. He swallows rapidly, his heart still racing inside his chest. He's pretty sure it's going to thump-thump right out of his ribcage.
He hears people shuffle into the room, voices yammering away until they drop off to dead silence. Someone gasps. Changmin can feel eyes on him, sliding up and down his body, taking in his state of (un)dress and the other person in his bed. No one says a word, until Changmin hears the tell-tale beep of a cell phone capturing a photo.
"Hyung!" Changmin sits up abruptly, clutching at the sheets to make sure his lap is covered as he glares at the two people standing by the door. "What the hell are you doing?"
Yoochun grins and snaps another photo before sliding his phone into his coat pocket. "Are you kidding? I just walked in on my nerdy, straight-laced roommate in bed with another man. You think I'd let this golden opportunity pass me by?"
Changmin scowls.
"Besides," Yoochun says, throwing an arm around the person standing next to him, "you could've, you know, sent me a text or something to let me know you'd be busy. You knew I was going out with Yoohwan. I told you I'd be bringing him back here after we ate."
Changmin licks his lips. "You did?"
"See?" Yoochun says then, turning to face his brother with a dramatic sigh. "This is what I meant. His brain is totally gone these days. He doesn't remember shit. He forgot we had midterms."
Yoohwan laughs faintly, eyes kind of wide and dazed as he sneaks peeks of the two naked men on Changmin's bed. Yoochun snorts and shakes him.
"Stop staring. Mama will kill me if I take you home and you've forsaken women for penis."
"I'm not staring," Yoohwan mutters.
Yoochun's expression clearly says he believes that just about as much as he believes the earth is flat.
"You must be Yoochun," Jaejoong finally says. He sits up and reaches past Changmin to grab his glasses he left on the nightstand before they slept. Changmin focuses his attention on making sure the sheets don't fall off Jaejoong's lap. Sure, Yoochun might have already seen Jaejoong naked (in just about every position imaginable) but Yoohwan hasn't. No reason to change that now.
"Yeah, and you're Jaejoong right? I kinda, uh, recognize you."
Jaejoong smiles blandly at that as he slides his glasses on. His hair is messy from sleep and yet he still somehow manages to look like he just walked out of a salon. "Changmin tells me you're a big fan."
Yoochun's smile cools several degrees and Yoohwan turns to stare at him.
"A fan?" Yoohwan says, visibly perking up. "Who is he? Is he famous?"
"Kind of." Yoochun's lips twitch like he can't quite decide if he should be smiling or frowning.
"What's he do?"
"Nothing," Yoochun cuts him off, obviously eager to drop this line of questioning before his younger brother finds out about his latest taste in movies. He looks a bit uncomfortable and Changmin finds himself relishing the sight.
"Well, it's nice to finally meet you," Jaejoong supplies with a grin.
"You too. I'd, uh, shake your hand but I don't know where it's been."
Jaejoong's smile just grows. "Nowhere Changmin's hand hasn't been."
Yoochun coughs and Yoohwan is looking more and more intrigued by the moment. "Hyung, who is he?"
"No one. Changmin's boyfriend. That's all." Yoochun turns his brother towards the door and shoves him out into the hall.
"But I mean, what does he do?"
Yoochun ignores him, grabbing the door handle and pausing to eye Changmin and Jaejoong. "I'm gonna take him home. You have an hour, dongsaeng."
Changmin nods. Yoochun takes one last look at the two of them, shaking his head before he steps out and slams the door shut behind him.
After a moment Changmin lets out the breath he doesn't remember consciously holding. He drops his face into his hands with a long, embarrassed groan. "I can't believe that just happened."
Jaejoong laughs. "It could've been worse."
"You're just saying that."
"No, really, it could've been worse. Imagine if he had come in a few hours ago."
He does. He tries to picture Yoochun walking in on him and Jaejoong making out, Yoochun staring at them while Changmin made Jaejoong come all over his hand and then return the favor. He inadvertently groans.
"See, that's exactly what I'm talking about." Jaejoong smirks knowingly as he slides off the bed. He takes a moment to collect his clothes from the floor before frowning down at the dried remains of their mutual orgasms sticking to his abdomen. "Can we take a shower?"
///
Ten minutes later sees them both clean of any suspicious sticky messes on their skin. They get dressed silently together afterwards, Changmin sneaking peeks out of the corner of his eye as he slides into a pair of jeans and a tshirt. Jaejoong gets his underwear and pants on and seems to think that's enough for now.
"Can I smoke?"
Changmin nods and points towards the window near Yoochun's desk. "Just push the window open. Yoochun's got an ashtray over there."
Jaejoong gives him a quick peck on the cheek in appreciation before digging a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his bag. "So, I've been wanting to talk to you about something."
Uh oh. All relationship conversations that start with those ominous words tend to end poorly. Changmin frowns and sits on his own bed, watching Jaejoong drag Yoochun's desk chair to the window. "About what?"
"Nothing bad," Jaejoong murmurs around the cigarette he's stuck in his mouth. He lights up and promptly drops his lighter on Yoochun's desk. "I mean, I just wanna talk about you a bit, that's all."
"Me?" Changmin crosses his arms and studies Jaejoong from across the room as the blond wrenches their small dorm window open, wincing at the blast of cold air that hits his face.
"I realized- I mean, when my sisters asked me, I realized I didn't really know that much about you."
"Oh."
"So tell me about yourself."
"What do you want to know?"
Jaejoong seems to consider the question, tapping his own cheek as they stare at each other. Finally he smiles. "Tell me when you realized you were gay."
It's a fair question. Changmin doesn't bother fighting the grin that splits his face. "It's a funny story."
"Tell me."
"Okay, well," Changmin begins, talking as he retrieves a bottle of beer from the fridge, "it happened shortly after I got into college. My roommate decided he wanted to make me more sociable so he dragged me to some drunken frat party."
"Sounds like a blast." Sarcasm is dripping from every syllable and Changmin laughs.
"It was about what you'd expect, I guess. Lots of drunk people, some drunk girls letting guys paw at them. Anyway, there was this one guy who kept staring at me. At first I thought he recognized me from somewhere but when I got drunker he started getting more and more friendly."
Jaejoong raises his eyebrows, cigarette near his lips. "I think I can see where this is going."
"Maybe." Changmin pops the lid off his beer and takes a drink. "Anyway, um, by the time I'm too drunk to complain about much of anything he takes me off to some empty room."
Jaejoong sits up straight, his face getting serious. "Don't tell me-"
"No, I didn't get raped," Changmin says, cutting the other man off before his thinking gets too serious. "He just gave me a blowjob, a really really good one. I couldn't believe how great it was."
"That's it?" Jaejoong sits back in his chair, laughing after a moment. "So you turned gay for a guy with a good mouth?"
"You have to understand, I wasn't having any luck with girls before then," Changmin murmurs, staring down at his beer bottle. "I mean, I'd had some girlfriends here and there but nothing felt right. So, after the drunken frat party, after the guy uh... it felt right, somehow. So when I woke up the next morning I found some gay porn on the internet."
"Oh yeah?" Jaejoong says, and taps ash off his cigarette. "And?"
"It was like a lightbulb turned on." He keeps his eyes down, cheeks a bit hot. He's told this story before, to Yoochun, but somehow telling Yoochun wasn't nearly as embarrassing as telling Jaejoong is now. "It just made sense. It felt right. I couldn't believe it hadn't dawned on me before."
"That you liked guys?"
"Yeah."
"Did you freak out?"
"You know, I didn't?" Changmin grins. "It just didn't feel necessary. Some people like girls and some like guys. I like guys. No reason to panic."
"Now that's just way too emotionally healthy for me."
"I try."
"So you're not a virgin, right?" Jaejoong mushes his half-smoked cigarette into Yoochun's ashtray and stands, taking a moment to stretch his arms over his head in a long, full-body stretch. The movement throws his muscles into sharp relief and takes the edge off Changmin's annoyance at getting asked that very same question yet again.
"No, I'm not a virgin," he sighs, eyes trailing over Jaejoong's abs. "I had sex with a girl in high school."
"How many times?"
The question throws Changmin off guard. Jaejoong smirks and prowls over to him like a cat, crawling into his lap to straddle his thighs yet again. His arms automatically go around Jaejoong's waist in a loose hug, beer bottle still dangling from his fingers.
"Don't tell me you've only done it once," Jaejoong says when Changmin fails to answer him.
"It didn't feel good with girls," Changmin finally replies, keeping his eyes down. "And I haven't had a serious boyfriend in a while."
"Have you had a lot of serious boyfriends?"
Changmin frowns. "A few on and off, but only one really serious one."
Jaejoong finally sits back and looks at him closely. "And you didn't have sex with him?"
"He got a bit weird." Changmin lifts a finger and twirls it in a circle near his head. "You know, a little crazy."
"How so?"
Changmin takes a breath to gather his thoughts, but in the end he finds himself resting his forehead on Jaejoong's shoulder. He feels Jaejoong tense a bit before sliding his arms around his shoulders, one hand coming up to massage his scalp. It's a welcome, soothing touch and he nuzzles Jaejoong's neck appreciatively.
"Just... everyone has a crazy ex, right? This one's mine."
"That good, huh?" Jaejoong sounds like he's smiling and it makes Changmin smile in return.
"Yeah."
"Tell me about him. What was his name?"
"Minho, his name was Minho. We had a class together my sophomore year." Changmin groans faintly at the fingers on his scalp. Jaejoong's way too good at this. "He was, uh, tall, cute, really great. We went on two dates and then officially started dating."
"How far did you guys get?"
Changmin frowns and tries to think. With the way Jaejoong's fingers are still combing through his hair, it takes considerable effort. "Pretty far, I guess. Handjobs, blowjobs..."
"But no sex."
"No sex."
"So what went wrong?"
Changmin hums in the back of his throat. "He got weird after I moved into my dorm with Yoochun. It's like he was absolutely convinced I was gonna sleep with my roommate. It didn't help that Yoochun didn't know I was gay so I was trying to hide my relationship with Minho from him. We had a few fights about it and then I got tired of being under so much scrutiny when I wasn't doing anything wrong. I dumped him shortly thereafter."
"Sounds like it was probably a smart move." Jaejoong's fingers migrate south to work on the back of Changmin's neck. He does his best to bite back a mew.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. After that though he started coming to the dorm and harassing us both."
"Seriously? Some guys just don't know when to quit."
"He outed me to Yoochun." Changmin closes his eyes and strives to ignore the phantom voice he can hear even now. "When he said it I wanted to murder him. Yoochun just threw Minho out after that though."
"Wait, that's all Yoochun did?"
"He asked me if it was true, if I was really gay, and I told him I was. He just nodded and said 'okay' and that was the end of it."
Jaejoong chuckles. "Sounds like he's a good guy."
"He is." Changmin finally pulls back from Jaejoong to take a swing of his beer. "So what about you?"
"What about me?"
Changmin offers him a drink. "How'd you find out you were gay?"
"Oh, that's easy." Jaejoong plucks the beer from Changmin and drains nearly half the bottle. "I grew up with eight sisters. Nothing -and I do mean nothing- will kill your attraction to females faster than growing up with eight girls who all PMS at the same time."
The horror must be showing on his face because Jaejoong suddenly bursts out laughing.
"Yeah, that's about the size of it." He chuckles and offers Changmin the final few sips of beer left in the bottle.
"So that's it? Your sisters scared you gay?"
Jaejoong smiles. "Yeah, but it was more than that. I grew up with them all chasing after guys, so I chased after guys. They saw other girls as platonic friends, so I did the same thing. When I got to the age where my friends were getting girlfriends and having sex with them, I couldn't even fake interest. I just saw all girls like I saw my sisters. It felt incestuous."
"Alright, fair enough." Changmin drains the rest of the beer bottle and sets it aside. "So how'd you get into the industry?"
Jaejoong smiles and pokes him lightly on the nose before giving him a soft kiss. "That is a story for another time, I think."
"What? Why?"
"Because Yoochun is coming back soon, isn't he?"
Changmin frowns and checks the time. "Not for another twenty minutes or something."
Jaejoong kisses him then. It's long and deep, one that he can feel all the way down through his body, delicious and toe-curling and also calculating and completely designed to distract him. He lets it, for now, eyes falling shut as he tightens his arms around Jaejoong's waist. His hands slide down to cup the blond's ass and squeeze it through his jeans, just to feel Jaejoong squirm. He earns a moan for his efforts. Jaejoong's hands come up to cup his jaw as he licks at the inside of his mouth.
Changmin makes some kind of inarticulate whimper. He sucks at Jaejoong's tongue to try to get it further into his mouth, completely conscious of the fact that they really don't have time for this. Yoochun will be coming back soon enough and he really, really has no desire to give his roommate more ammo for teasing him.
"Jaejoong," he mumbles between kisses.
"Mmm?"
"We don't have time for this... Yoochun-"
"-Is coming back soon, I know." Jaejoong smiles and gives him one last peck before pulling back.
Changmin sighs and glances down at his crotch, frowning at the obvious bulge. "You're such a tease."
"I'm not a tease," Jaejoong chuckles as he slides off Changmin's lap.
"No?"
"No. A tease is someone who winds you up and then leaves you hanging." Jaejoong grins and gracefully drops down to his knees in front of him. "I am not a tease."
"What're you doing?" is the first thing that flops out of his mouth, because as far as his perverted brain can gather, Jaejoong just got down on his knees in front of him and most people don't assume that position for just socializing.
Jaejoong's fingers seek out his zipper and drag it down. "I'm just curious."
"About what?"
"If I'm better than the guy that turned you gay."
He can feel his cheeks getting hot. There's no way Jaejoong is being serious. They absolutely do not have time for this and yet he finds he doesn't have the strength of will to tell him to stop. Getting a blowjob from Kim Jaejoong is something he's fantasized about since he started watching his videos. Now that it's on the verge of becoming a reality, his parents could be moments away from walking in his door and he wouldn't be able to put an end to this.
Jaejoong's fingers delve into his pants and draw him out. He's already hard from the impossible combination of Jaejoong's kisses and his healthy imagination of what's to come. They stare at his cock together, Changmin starting to breathe a bit quicker as Jaejoong strokes him slowly.
"Why aren't you circumcised?" Jaejoong asks suddenly.
"What?" Changmin drags his eyes from the sight of those slender fingers wrapped around his cock to Jaejoong's face. Did he even hear that right?
"You aren't circumcised," Jaejoong says, pointing out the blatantly obvious. "Why not?"
"Uh." Changmin struggles to find his voice. He's not used to socializing while getting jerked off. "M-my family is Buddhist. We're all Buddhist."
"Oh, that explains it."
"Is it a problem?" he murmurs. A bead of liquid is gathering at the tip of his cock and he stares at it with a sort of surreal fascination. He's never thought about holding a conversation while engaging in sexual acts of any sort.
"No, not a problem." Jaejoong must be staring at the liquid as well. On the next upstroke he suddenly swipes his thumb across the tip, bringing it then to his mouth to suck it clean. Changmin whimpers.
"W-... what about you?"
"I'm cut, obviously." Jaejoong grins up at him and licks his lips as he scoots a bit closer.
"I meant, what religion-"
"Oh. Atheist," Jaejoong sighs, blowing the air over the head of his cock. Changmin gives up coherent thought as Jaejoong leans forward and presses a wet kiss to the side of the shaft. "But I can appreciate Buddhism."
All Changmin can muster by then is a half-assed "oh, okay." He stares as Jaejoong brings his mouth to the head of his cock, pressing another wet kiss to the very tip before wrapping his lips around the head. He starts tonguing the slit and Changmin whimpers again. His hands fist the sheets under him and he drops his head back, mouth falling open when he feels Jaejoong's lips start sliding down.
He mutters something obscene as Jaejoong takes inch after inch into his mouth. His eyes are closed and his hair obscures his face but his lips are visible, and Changmin can't tear his eyes away, too fascinated by how Jaejoong's cheeks hollow ever so slightly as he sucks, or how his adam's apple bobs with each occasional swallow. He gulps down air when he realizes he's stopped breathing.
Jaejoong continues until his nose bumps Changmin's belly. He moans, deep in his throat, and the vibrations travel up the length of Changmin's cock. He grabs at Jaejoong's shoulder, squeezing, sucking down air that he lets out in a shuddering, broken groan.
"I-I'm gonna-" he blurts out when he feels his balls tighten. He wants this to last, wants to relish the moment and the sensations he's feeling but it's too much; even after having just gotten off a mere few hours ago, it's too much. He expects Jaejoong to pull back but the blond does the opposite, sealing his lips tight around his cock and sucking harder instead. His mind flies into the stratosphere, eyes rolling back in his head as he groans and comes.
As soon as he can he peeks out from under his eyelashes, watching Jaejoong's adam's apple bob with a kind of lazy, detached interest. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that means the other man is swallowing. He gives an involuntary groan at the thought.
Eventually Jaejoong slides his mouth off his softening cock, giving the flesh a teasing parting kiss before he stands. Changmin's still panting, trying to catch his breath, and his brain is so fried that he barely registers what's happening when Jaejoong leans in and presses his lips against his own. It's a chase kiss, but even so he can taste himself on Jaejoong's mouth. Another guy might have protested (Yoochun, most definitely) but Changmin can't bring himself to mind. He parts his lips and sucks at Jaejoong's tongue when it invades his mouth.
There's a sharp knock on the door and Changmin jerks back, hands flying to stuff his cock back into his pants and zip up. He's still doing the button when Yoochun walks in. There's a long, awkward pause as the three of them exchange glances, Changmin and Jaejoong's looking significantly more guilty than Yoochun's.
"Should I just go rent a hotel room tonight or something?" Yoochun finally says, twirling his keys around his finger as he leans against the door.
"No, I should be going." Jaejoong pulls away and grabs his shirt from the floor. Changmin frowns as he watches him pull it on.
"You don't have to go-" he begins.
"No, I do." Jaejoong gives him a smile, finger-combing his hair as he pulls on his socks and grabs his coat. "You should be studying anyway and I need my beauty sleep."
Changmin sucks in a breath and stands up, watching Jaejoong gather his belongings and stuff them in his bag. He catches Jaejoong for a final goodbye kiss, which Jaejoong keeps fairly chaste; likely, a half-assed attempt to keep from traumatizing Yoochun any further.
"I'll call you about this weekend, alright?" Jaejoong says on his way out. He gives a final nod to Yoochun before he steps out and closes the door behind him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to cockblock," Yoochun says as he locks the door behind Jaejoong.
"No, it's fine, he was right. I've got to study."
Yoochun nods slowly and dumps his keys and wallet on his desk. "This room smells like sex. Did you guys have sex?"
Changmin rolls his eyes and laughs. "Fuck you. No, we didn't have sex." He grabs the beer bottle they shared and tosses it in the trash.
"You guys being romantic and waiting?"
"Something like that," Changmin mutters, rolling his eyes. "Speaking of which-"
"Speaking of sex? Why yes, Changmin, I've had sex."
"-What's been up with you and all the gay porn lately?" Changmin says without missing a beat. "Are you gay?"
"No, I'm not gay." Yoochun rolls his eyes and begins stripping for bed.
"You can tell me. I won't judge you."
Yoochun levels a withering stare at him. "I'm not gay."
"Then why all the gay porn? Seriously, explain it to me."
Changmin watches as Yoochun heaves a sigh and slides out of his pants. "There's this girl, Ramu. She's an exchange student from Japan. Seems like they have a thing for gay porn there. She wants me to watch some with her, so I decided to watch yours beforehand so I could, you know, prepare myself."
"But why would you want to watch it?"
"Why not?" Yoochun shrugs as he crawls onto his bed in just his underwear. "If gay porn gets her in the mood I won't deny her."
"If you're not interested in it I'd think it would kill your sex drive," Changmin replies, stretching out on his own bed.
"No. I'm not attracted to other guys but watching them go at it doesn't turn me off. However," Yoochun says, his lips sliding into an altogether greasy smile, "watching Ramu rub herself through her panties does. If gay porn gets her like that then I'm more than willing to sit through ten minutes of man-on-man cocksucking."
"Such sacrifices you make for her."
"I'm a lady's man." Yoochun beams at him from across the room. "So, enough about me. How are you and your boytoy doing?"
Changmin fights a smile. "Good, I think. We're good."
"If you guys weren't having sex then what did I walk in on?" Yoochun says, rolling onto his side to watch him.
Changmin licks his lips and considers how to answer. "We... you really want to know?"
"Every dirty, filthy detail."
"Figures." Changmin sits up and rests his back against his headboard. "We just messed around before, and then he gave me a blowjob."
Yoochun's eyes widen considerably. "Was that the first one?"
"Yeah."
"Wow." Yoochun watches him for a moment. "So is this getting serious?"
Changmin bites his lip and thinks. "I dunno. Maybe."
"Like, Minho-level serious?"
"Yeah, maybe."
Yoochun nods slowly. "Alright. Hey, do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"In the future, send me a text if you've got him here and naked in your room, especially if I'm supposed to be bringing Yoohwan over again, okay? He wouldn't shut up the entire car-ride home and I'm pretty sure he's gonna put 'jaejoong' in just about every search engine he can until he hits paydirt." Yoochun frowns, rubbing at his face. "Last thing I need him to know is that I'm a 'fan' of Kim Jaejoong."
Changmin snorts. "I think you're already screwed."
Yoochun frowns and whips a pillow at his head.
///
His finals Thursday and Friday go as well as can be expected, considering his mind is mostly on the coming weekend.
He spends the majority of his Anatomy final thinking about what he should bring. Condoms? Will they need condoms? What about lube? Nah, Jaejoong definitely already has lube. But maybe he should get some condoms. But wait, doesn't that imply he assumes he'll be on top? What if Jaejoong wants to be on top? He bites his lip and shivers as his brain runs with that thought, his imagination providing an image of himself spreading his legs for Jaejoong before someone sneezing across the room brings him back to reality.
He then spends the next few minutes erasing the last four lines he's written. He doubts his Anatomy professor is interested in an essay about the mating habits of gay men.
After his English final Friday (which, surprisingly, he's pretty sure he did exceptionally well on), he spends the rest of the afternoon packing a bag for the weekend. He includes a few changes of clothes, plenty of underwear, a few movies he likes to watch; anything else, he figures he can either buy it or Jaejoong already has it.
By the time evening rolls around he's sitting on his bed, bag at his feet and cell in his hand, just waiting for Jaejoong to call, or text, or communicate telepathically that he's home and ready for Changmin to come over. His nerves are frazzled, which really is ridiculous, since he should be past this by now.
He's human, Changmin reminds himself, staring at his cell and willing it to ring, just like me. Just like everyone else. Stop being such a girl.
His cell rings. He nearly pisses himself in surprise.
"Jaejoong!" he says when he answers. He must sound like a kid on Christmas morning. "You home now?"
"Yeah, just got in not too long ago," Jaejoong says. His voice sounds significantly less enthused, but Changmin ignores that.
"So, should I come over now?"
"Actually..." Jaejoong heaves a sigh into the phone. "I'm gonna have to take a rain check on this weekend."
There's no way he heard that correctly. "Wait, what?"
"I've kinda come down with something over the last two days. I feel like shit." Jaejoong laughs. "You don't want to hang out with me right now. I feel nasty."
Changmin can physically feel his excitement deflating. "You're sick? I-... I can still come over. We don't have to do anything exciting, just watch movies or-"
"No. I'm sorry, I don't really like company when I'm sick." Jaejoong makes vague, apologetic sounds. "Let's just postpone until next weekend?"
Changmin bites his lip, trying not to pout. It's surprisingly difficult. "I..."
"I don't want to get you sick, Changmin. You've got classes to worry about, remember?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Just wait one week. We'll get together next weekend and you won't have to deal with me sneezing all over you."
Changmin heaves a sigh. "I... Alright."
"Great. I really am sorry. I wanted to see you but I feel like shit. I'm gonna pop some cold medicine and crash."
"Can I come over tomorrow?"
Jaejoong hesitates. "Changmin..."
"Please?"
"Maybe. I'll call you, alright?"
"Alright."
"Goodnight."
"'Night." The line goes dead. Changmin lowers his phone and snaps it shut.
What the hell was that about? He stares at his phone, feeling an odd sense of disappointment, annoyance, all mixed in with a healthy amount of self-pity. He feels blown off, which is stupid, as that certainly wasn't Jaejoong's intent. Surely.
He eyes his bag and gives it a light kick, watching it roll to the side. Whatever. Sick or not sick, he's going over tomorrow. Jaejoong gave him a key for a reason, right?
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Jaejoong slowly lowers his cell from his ear and closes it, dropping it on his bed before burying his face in his hands.
Lying was never one of his specialties. He feels like shit for doing it. Changmin had the whole "kicked puppy" tone to his voice and makes him feel even worse for canceling.
Oh well. Nothing for it now.
"What'd you tell him?"
Jaejoong looks up then, eying the man standing in his bedroom doorway. "That I was sick."
The man laughs. "Wow, Jaejoong, why not just tell him you have a headache and embrace the cliche entirely?"
"Fuck you, Yunho." Jaejoong sighs, massaging his temples. "I do have a headache. And my ass hurts."
"Your ass always hurts after we fuck like that."
"You need a smaller dick."
Yunho smiles. "You need an actual ass, with padding."
Jaejoong sticks his tongue out. "Shut up. You love my ass."
"Too true." Yunho smiles as he pads into Jaejoong's bedroom, crawling onto the bed to embrace him from behind. "So when are you going to tell him about us?"
Jaejoong sighs and leans back against his chest, eyes still lingering on his cell. He frowns.
"Soon."
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