Your Bet's as Good as Mine (6a/16)
Title: Your Bet's as Good as Mine (6/16)
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Words: 4,112
Beta: chibisuz <3
Comments are love ^^
Notes: LJ told me the post is too big. Pfft.
Changmin woke up the next morning alone.
That wasn't good.
He got up quickly, only to wince when the pain in his backside made itself known. More slowly, he climbed out of bed, hoping to see a note by his bedside.
Nothing.
Looking around, he saw that all of Yunho's clothes had been picked up off the floor. His own shimmering shirt lay in a sorry state.
Pulling on sweatpants, he limped through the rest of his apartment as quickly as he could, trying not to feel despair.
Yunho's clothes were gone, his keys were gone, his cell phone and wallet were gone. There was not a trace of the older man in the apartment.
Yunho had left.
Heart sinking, he went back to his bedroom and picked up his clothes, throwing them in the laundry hamper with heavy arms. He looked at the cum and sweat stained sheets and tried not to cry. Stripping them off the bed, he threw them into the laundry, before starting the machine and slamming the top shut.
He walked to his bathroom, only to stop in surprise. The floor was wet, there was a towel soaking in the puddle, and the mirror was fogged up. He knew Kyuhyun hadn't come back, and he had just woken up, so it only left one person to be the culprit. Looks like he had just missed him.
Listlessly, he cleaned up the bathroom before standing under the shower, the hot water soothing his aching body a little.
Afterwards, he dragged himself to the kitchen. Sitting at the table with his head in his hands, he found he had no appetite, even though it was his hunger that had woken him. He was more angry with himself than with Yunho. How could he have thought it meant something more to him? Yunho could have anyone he wanted. Why did Changmin think he was special? But if he was honest with himself, he had to admit that he had thought, had hoped, Yunho had returned his feelings too, having chased after him for so long. What he had been afraid of in the beginning, the reason he had resisted Yunho for so long, actually happened: Yunho just wanted to get in his pants, and now that he had gotten what he wanted, he had left. Maybe he only wanted to be fuck buddies, had only wanted that from the very beginning.
He didn't know if he could handle just being friends now, not after the weight of feelings that threatened to crush him.
Sighing, he lay his head on the table, emotionally drained after all the excitement of last night and the heavy disappointment of this morning. He would've stayed like that all day if the door hadn't banged open, followed by a chilly breeze and a voice cursing the cold.
Jumping up, he ran to the hallway, trying not to hope too hard, because maybe it was Kyuhyun come back and not the man he wanted to see most.
But it wasn't his best friend. Yunho was shaking snow out of his hair, stomping his boots on the mat while muttering to himself about the damn cold, a bag in his hand. He noticed Changmin then, grinning at him as he closed the door. "Good morning sunshine."
But Changmin said nothing, staring with wide eyes.
Concern furrowed Yunho's brow. "Changmin-ah? What's wrong?" He slipped off his boots and came closer, putting the bag carefully on the hall table before taking him in his arms. "Changmin?"
Changmin shivered, from the cold or Yunho, he wasn't sure. "You came back?"
He frowned in confusion. "Yes? Why wouldnt- Oh. You thought I had left?" he asked softly.
"Yes." His numbness was making him too honest.
"Oh Changmin-ah," he sighed, lifting a hand to push wet hair off his forehead. Changmin didn't back away, even though Yunho's hand was freezing. "I went to get something warm for breakfast. I'm sorry, I should've left a note or something."
"Yes, you should have," Changmin said quietly. He was so relieved he didn't know what to say, throat tight from the flood of emotions threatening to drown him.
"How did you get in?" it suddenly occurred to him to ask.
"I used your keys. Hope that was okay?"
"Yeah."
Another long moment as they both gazed at each other. Changmin knew he should ask about where they were going, talk about it, but he didn't know how.
"It's snowing outside?" he asked instead, hands lifting to shake the leftover snow out of Yunho's hair. He secretly hoped Yunho would be the one to start.
"Yeah," Yunho replied, smiling. "Come see."
Turning him around in his arms, he walked them toward the window, where he pushed the curtain aside slightly.
"It's the first snow of the year Changdola," Yunho murmured against his neck. His arms tightened around Changmin's waist, pressing his chest against Changmin's back. Changmin unconsciously put his arms on top of Yunho's, holding Yunho's cold hands.
Outside, snow was falling gently in huge flakes, the sky cloudy. The flakes drifted down slowly, occasionally being whipped one way and the other by a sudden wind. Tree branches were laden down with the heavy weight of the white flakes, bowing down to the floor. The ground was already covered up in a white blanket, not a soul in sight. It’s beautiful. They spent a moment staring outside, Yunho's hands slowly warming in Changmin's.
"Changmin."
Heart quickening, Changmin turned his head to look at him. Yunho was looking back, eyes shining despite the gloomy weather.
But before Yunho could open his mouth, Changmin beat him to it. "I don't want to be fuck buddies," he said quietly, looking down.
There was a sigh of relief, and then Yunho's hand squeezed his tightly. "Me neither," he said, and when Changmin looked up, he was smiling. Changmin felt his own eyes become mismatched, and then Yunho turned him around in his arms without loosening his hold and kissed him, and it was the sweetest kiss he had ever received.
"Do me a favor?" Yunho murmured against his lips. Changmin wrapped his arms around his shoulders, eyes closed.
"Mhm?"
"Go out with me?"
Heart quickening at an unhealthy pace, he opened his eyes. He tried to mask his unacceptable schoolboy reaction through sarcasm. "Are you really asking that as a favor?"
"Yeah, you're kinda out of my league," Yunho said seriously, not letting him move away even to speak. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on it like it was candy.
Changmin smiled. "How will you repay me, then?" Yunho's kisses were making him a little drunk.
"In hugs and kisses and sex."
"Hmm," Changmin said, pretending to think about it. "How do you know that's what I want?"
"I know everything about you, Changdola. Besides, I'm a hot piece of man candy."
Changmin laughed, eyes mismatched. "What?! Man candy? Where did you hear that?"
"I know that's what you think when you see me," he said, eyes glinting.
That was a little too knowing for Changmin's liking, so he changed the subject as subtly as he could. "You're freezing."
Which was to say, not at all.
"Changing the subject again, are we? I'll let it pass if you warm me up."
"Let's eat then!"
"That's not what I meant."
"I know, but we gotta eat don't we? To have energy and all that," Changmin said, tugging him toward the kitchen while picking up the bag he had brought.
They continued their gross flirting over warm toasted bagels, donuts, and hot coffee, just as Changmin liked it.
"You didn't give me an answer," Yunho said with a mouth full of Boston Creme.
Finishing his food, he continued. "If you need more convincing, I'm an animal in bed. You can ask this hot guy I was with last night, he was totally limping this morning."
"Oh yeah?" Changmin said, coming around the table to sit in his lap. He licked Creme off Yunho's lips while making a hungry sound.
Yunho swallowed. "Y-yeah." Changmin could already feel his pants tightening.
"Prove it then," he said over his shoulders as he got up and walked towards the bedroom, a sly smile twisting his lips.
Groaning, Yunho scrambled after him.
***
Later, they both lay naked, wrapped up in each other. Yunho spooned him as he traced patterns on the palm of Changmin's hand with his fingers while Changmin watched, heart content.
He wanted to say something, talk a bit more, but he was feeling horribly shy and he didn't know how to start. Words felt useless and hollow compared to what he was feeling and the thoughts that pounded in his head, demanding to be heard.
Taking a calming breath, he decided to go for it. "Yunho?"
"Mmm?"
"Why did you...I mean, how come you stopped coming to the library?"
That wasn't what he was really asking; what he really wanted to ask was why Yunho had grown distant with him, but lucky for him, Yunho knew what he meant, like he always did.
He didn't say anything right away.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to," he answered quietly after a long moment.
Surprised, Changmin asked, "Really?"
Yunho shifted so he was on his stomach, looking down at Changmin with his chin in his hand. "Honestly, Changmin, you're really confusing."
Changmin turned to look at him, eyes wide. "I'm confusing?!"
Yunho frowned slightly. "Well, yeah. I think I've been pretty straightforward with what I wanted. You, though, I had no idea what you were thinking."
Curious, he asked him what he meant.
"I don't know," he said, not looking at him while his fingers played with Changmin's curls. "You didn't call me in the beginning so I thought maybe you really weren't interested and I was gonna forget about it, but then I saw you at the club looking all perfect and I couldn't resist. And then, well, you didn't exactly tell me to fuck off so I got hopeful. And then I got lucky and saw you at the library, but honestly you sat there on purpose so I would see you didn't you?" He was grinning widely now.
Changmin blushed at being found out, then thought it was only fair if he gave something to Yunho too. "Maybe."
Not completely everything though.
Yunho laughed. "You're so cute," he said, leaning down to kiss him.
Changmin smiled and returned the kiss, then asked him to continue.
"Hm? Oh. Then you rejected my offers to spend the night and- you know that day at the library?"
Changmin didn't have to ask what day; he nodded once.
"Yeah well I was determined to get to the bottom of...whatever was between us because I was sure I wasn't the only one who felt it. I was gonna be blunt about it but then you were so upset I didn't want to hurt you anymore so I...stopped."
They were both quiet for a moment, avoiding each other's eyes. Changmin thought for a moment, supposing that, with the way Yunho had put it, he had come across as very confusing and inconsistent, just as Kyuhyun had said. He still didn't understand one thing though.
"You stopped everything."
"I thought my attention was making you uncomfortable. That was the last thing I wanted you to feel around me."
Changmin felt his heart clench a little painfully; Yunho had done everything he did with Changmin in mind. But that didn't sit well with him; Yunho's distance had made him miserable, and for some reason he wanted Yunho to feel some of the unhappiness he had experienced. "You could've still talked to me at least," he said, knowing and hating how childish he sounded.
Yunho suddenly moved, and the next thing Changmin knew he was being pinned to the bed by strong arms while Yunho sat atop his chest, taking his weight through his knees. He stared down at him, and Changmin felt pure, unadulterated lust crash through him, leaving him breathless as he stared up at the handsome face.
"Aren't you being cruel now?" Yunho asked, voice low, leaning close to stare straight into his eyes.
"What?" The question left his lips in a rush of air, feeling his desire for Yunho curl through him even as he looked at him in confusion.
"You expect me to hang around you and watch you laugh and smile and be so fucking perfect and know that you don't feel the same and not be allowed to touch you when all I wanted to do was take you right fucking there where everyone could see exactly how much I wanted you?" Yunho snarled, voice dangerous and now Changmin was almost weak with desire.
He didn't know how to reply to that though. Yunho's name was the only coherent thought in his mind, so that was what came out of his mouth. "Yunho..." he said breathlessly.
"You think it's fair for you to look at me with those gorgeous eyes and dazzling smile and your beautiful face and not be able to kiss you till I couldn't breath?" Yunho said more softly, releasing one of his hands to stroke his thumb over Changmin's lips, gaze transfixed on them and looking hypnotized.
Changmin was made speechless. It had never occurred to him that Yunho had desired him so much; of course he had caught the lust-filled gazes that had cleared as soon as Changmin had looked and the warm smile that would be directed at him when Yunho saw his uncertainty. But Changmin had assumed it was the usual thing, just someone wanting a quick fuck and that would be the end of it. He had never imagined that Yunho drank in his features as he himself did whenever Yunho wasn't aware of his eyes on him.
Now, gazing up at the man on top of him and feeling horribly vulnerable, Changmin just knew that he would give Yunho anything the other man ever wanted from him, and the thought scared him more than anything; he reached up, half to reassure Yunho and half looking for reassurance himself. But Yunho seemed to snap from whatever spell he was under, and pinned Changmin down again and looked at him.
"No. You should suffer just as I did," he said softly.
"Yunho, Yunho please, I did, you have no idea how much," Changmin pleaded, trying to touch Yunho.
Yunho stared a moment longer, and then loosened his grip. Changmin wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him down, rolling over slightly so he was half on top. He kissed his lips, a little desperate to let Yunho know how much he meant to him. Their mouths sliding against each other, Yunho sighed into the kiss and Changmin melted against him as Yunho claimed dominance again and rolled them over.
They spent the rest of the day in bed, getting up only to answer the door when the delivery man bought food and to later shower.
Changmin watched as Yunho fell asleep, absolutely exhausted after messing around the entire day. Yunho's lips were parted slightly, lashes curling against smooth skin, breathing steady. He sighed a little, suddenly overwhelmed by his feelings for this man, and leaned over to kiss him softly.
Just as he was about to curl around him and close his eyes, he received a text message.
Received from Cho Kyuhyun 11:34 PM
so how's it going?
Sent to Cho Kyuhyun 11:35 PM
^^
Received from Cho Kyuhyun 11:35 PM
:))
Smiling, Changmin put his phone away and pressed closer to Yunho's sleeping body before closing his eyes, asleep almost immediately.
***
Kyuhyun wasted no time in alerting the entire world about their new relationship. He told Minho, who told this short annoying-ass hyung he knew, Jonghyun, who told his own boyfriend Kibum, who was friends with everyone; by the time they came to campus together the next day, hand in hand (Yunho had stayed the night), everyone was staring harder than usual. Some of the gazes were curious, others envious, still others disapproving, while a few people didn’t even try to mask their disgust. Changmin gave those people the finger in his head, and turned his attention to his boyfriend. His brain squealed at the word, but Changmin ignored it.
"Why are they staring so much? Do they know about us?" Yunho said, squinting at everyone.
"I think Kyuhyun told the entire world," Changmin said, rolling his eyes.
"Really?" Yunho asked, turning to him. "Already?"
Changmin laughed. "Why, hyung? I didn't know you were the type of person who cares about what other people think," he said, eyes twinkling.
Yunho grinned, then mock-huffed "I don't care, it's just highly inconvenient."
They both laughed again as Kyuhyun and Donghae spotted them and walked over.
"Ew, you guys are being all cute and gross, you need to stop," Kyuhyun said immediately.
"Don't say that Kyuhyun!" Donghae scolded him. "It's better than before right? When they were moaning each other's names in the shower?"
They laughed and shared high-fives as Yunho and Changmin turned bright red.
"Hey!" Yunho exclaimed, then tackled Donghae into the thin layer of snow on the ground, who went down with an "oof!". They started trying to beat each other unconscious; Changmin shook his head and walked away.
Kyuhyun caught up with him. "So I'm assuming it went great?"
"Yeah, thanks for not coming home," Changmin said, smiling slightly.
"Anytime man! You know I'll always help you get laid!"
Changmin narrowed his eyes at him. "Thanks for telling everyone. I suppose I should be happy you didn't alert the media?"
Kyuhyun's handsome face lit up. "Hey, there's an idea!"
"Kyuhyun," Changmin growled.
"Just kidding man," Kyuhyun said, slinging an arm over his shoulder. "I'll only tell the campus newspaper, not the town paper because that's a little too much ya know?"
Changmin rolled his eyes again, then looked behind him. Yunho and Donghae were now shoving whatever little snow they could get their hands on down each other's backs and screaming like five-year-olds, while the people passing by them looked on with amusement.
Ah yes, this is the guy I had such hot sex with last night, he thought fondly.
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Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Words: 4,112
Beta: chibisuz <3
Comments are love ^^
Notes: LJ told me the post is too big. Pfft.
Changmin woke up the next morning alone.
That wasn't good.
He got up quickly, only to wince when the pain in his backside made itself known. More slowly, he climbed out of bed, hoping to see a note by his bedside.
Nothing.
Looking around, he saw that all of Yunho's clothes had been picked up off the floor. His own shimmering shirt lay in a sorry state.
Pulling on sweatpants, he limped through the rest of his apartment as quickly as he could, trying not to feel despair.
Yunho's clothes were gone, his keys were gone, his cell phone and wallet were gone. There was not a trace of the older man in the apartment.
Yunho had left.
Heart sinking, he went back to his bedroom and picked up his clothes, throwing them in the laundry hamper with heavy arms. He looked at the cum and sweat stained sheets and tried not to cry. Stripping them off the bed, he threw them into the laundry, before starting the machine and slamming the top shut.
He walked to his bathroom, only to stop in surprise. The floor was wet, there was a towel soaking in the puddle, and the mirror was fogged up. He knew Kyuhyun hadn't come back, and he had just woken up, so it only left one person to be the culprit. Looks like he had just missed him.
Listlessly, he cleaned up the bathroom before standing under the shower, the hot water soothing his aching body a little.
Afterwards, he dragged himself to the kitchen. Sitting at the table with his head in his hands, he found he had no appetite, even though it was his hunger that had woken him. He was more angry with himself than with Yunho. How could he have thought it meant something more to him? Yunho could have anyone he wanted. Why did Changmin think he was special? But if he was honest with himself, he had to admit that he had thought, had hoped, Yunho had returned his feelings too, having chased after him for so long. What he had been afraid of in the beginning, the reason he had resisted Yunho for so long, actually happened: Yunho just wanted to get in his pants, and now that he had gotten what he wanted, he had left. Maybe he only wanted to be fuck buddies, had only wanted that from the very beginning.
He didn't know if he could handle just being friends now, not after the weight of feelings that threatened to crush him.
Sighing, he lay his head on the table, emotionally drained after all the excitement of last night and the heavy disappointment of this morning. He would've stayed like that all day if the door hadn't banged open, followed by a chilly breeze and a voice cursing the cold.
Jumping up, he ran to the hallway, trying not to hope too hard, because maybe it was Kyuhyun come back and not the man he wanted to see most.
But it wasn't his best friend. Yunho was shaking snow out of his hair, stomping his boots on the mat while muttering to himself about the damn cold, a bag in his hand. He noticed Changmin then, grinning at him as he closed the door. "Good morning sunshine."
But Changmin said nothing, staring with wide eyes.
Concern furrowed Yunho's brow. "Changmin-ah? What's wrong?" He slipped off his boots and came closer, putting the bag carefully on the hall table before taking him in his arms. "Changmin?"
Changmin shivered, from the cold or Yunho, he wasn't sure. "You came back?"
He frowned in confusion. "Yes? Why wouldnt- Oh. You thought I had left?" he asked softly.
"Yes." His numbness was making him too honest.
"Oh Changmin-ah," he sighed, lifting a hand to push wet hair off his forehead. Changmin didn't back away, even though Yunho's hand was freezing. "I went to get something warm for breakfast. I'm sorry, I should've left a note or something."
"Yes, you should have," Changmin said quietly. He was so relieved he didn't know what to say, throat tight from the flood of emotions threatening to drown him.
"How did you get in?" it suddenly occurred to him to ask.
"I used your keys. Hope that was okay?"
"Yeah."
Another long moment as they both gazed at each other. Changmin knew he should ask about where they were going, talk about it, but he didn't know how.
"It's snowing outside?" he asked instead, hands lifting to shake the leftover snow out of Yunho's hair. He secretly hoped Yunho would be the one to start.
"Yeah," Yunho replied, smiling. "Come see."
Turning him around in his arms, he walked them toward the window, where he pushed the curtain aside slightly.
"It's the first snow of the year Changdola," Yunho murmured against his neck. His arms tightened around Changmin's waist, pressing his chest against Changmin's back. Changmin unconsciously put his arms on top of Yunho's, holding Yunho's cold hands.
Outside, snow was falling gently in huge flakes, the sky cloudy. The flakes drifted down slowly, occasionally being whipped one way and the other by a sudden wind. Tree branches were laden down with the heavy weight of the white flakes, bowing down to the floor. The ground was already covered up in a white blanket, not a soul in sight. It’s beautiful. They spent a moment staring outside, Yunho's hands slowly warming in Changmin's.
"Changmin."
Heart quickening, Changmin turned his head to look at him. Yunho was looking back, eyes shining despite the gloomy weather.
But before Yunho could open his mouth, Changmin beat him to it. "I don't want to be fuck buddies," he said quietly, looking down.
There was a sigh of relief, and then Yunho's hand squeezed his tightly. "Me neither," he said, and when Changmin looked up, he was smiling. Changmin felt his own eyes become mismatched, and then Yunho turned him around in his arms without loosening his hold and kissed him, and it was the sweetest kiss he had ever received.
"Do me a favor?" Yunho murmured against his lips. Changmin wrapped his arms around his shoulders, eyes closed.
"Mhm?"
"Go out with me?"
Heart quickening at an unhealthy pace, he opened his eyes. He tried to mask his unacceptable schoolboy reaction through sarcasm. "Are you really asking that as a favor?"
"Yeah, you're kinda out of my league," Yunho said seriously, not letting him move away even to speak. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on it like it was candy.
Changmin smiled. "How will you repay me, then?" Yunho's kisses were making him a little drunk.
"In hugs and kisses and sex."
"Hmm," Changmin said, pretending to think about it. "How do you know that's what I want?"
"I know everything about you, Changdola. Besides, I'm a hot piece of man candy."
Changmin laughed, eyes mismatched. "What?! Man candy? Where did you hear that?"
"I know that's what you think when you see me," he said, eyes glinting.
That was a little too knowing for Changmin's liking, so he changed the subject as subtly as he could. "You're freezing."
Which was to say, not at all.
"Changing the subject again, are we? I'll let it pass if you warm me up."
"Let's eat then!"
"That's not what I meant."
"I know, but we gotta eat don't we? To have energy and all that," Changmin said, tugging him toward the kitchen while picking up the bag he had brought.
They continued their gross flirting over warm toasted bagels, donuts, and hot coffee, just as Changmin liked it.
"You didn't give me an answer," Yunho said with a mouth full of Boston Creme.
Finishing his food, he continued. "If you need more convincing, I'm an animal in bed. You can ask this hot guy I was with last night, he was totally limping this morning."
"Oh yeah?" Changmin said, coming around the table to sit in his lap. He licked Creme off Yunho's lips while making a hungry sound.
Yunho swallowed. "Y-yeah." Changmin could already feel his pants tightening.
"Prove it then," he said over his shoulders as he got up and walked towards the bedroom, a sly smile twisting his lips.
Groaning, Yunho scrambled after him.
***
Later, they both lay naked, wrapped up in each other. Yunho spooned him as he traced patterns on the palm of Changmin's hand with his fingers while Changmin watched, heart content.
He wanted to say something, talk a bit more, but he was feeling horribly shy and he didn't know how to start. Words felt useless and hollow compared to what he was feeling and the thoughts that pounded in his head, demanding to be heard.
Taking a calming breath, he decided to go for it. "Yunho?"
"Mmm?"
"Why did you...I mean, how come you stopped coming to the library?"
That wasn't what he was really asking; what he really wanted to ask was why Yunho had grown distant with him, but lucky for him, Yunho knew what he meant, like he always did.
He didn't say anything right away.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to," he answered quietly after a long moment.
Surprised, Changmin asked, "Really?"
Yunho shifted so he was on his stomach, looking down at Changmin with his chin in his hand. "Honestly, Changmin, you're really confusing."
Changmin turned to look at him, eyes wide. "I'm confusing?!"
Yunho frowned slightly. "Well, yeah. I think I've been pretty straightforward with what I wanted. You, though, I had no idea what you were thinking."
Curious, he asked him what he meant.
"I don't know," he said, not looking at him while his fingers played with Changmin's curls. "You didn't call me in the beginning so I thought maybe you really weren't interested and I was gonna forget about it, but then I saw you at the club looking all perfect and I couldn't resist. And then, well, you didn't exactly tell me to fuck off so I got hopeful. And then I got lucky and saw you at the library, but honestly you sat there on purpose so I would see you didn't you?" He was grinning widely now.
Changmin blushed at being found out, then thought it was only fair if he gave something to Yunho too. "Maybe."
Not completely everything though.
Yunho laughed. "You're so cute," he said, leaning down to kiss him.
Changmin smiled and returned the kiss, then asked him to continue.
"Hm? Oh. Then you rejected my offers to spend the night and- you know that day at the library?"
Changmin didn't have to ask what day; he nodded once.
"Yeah well I was determined to get to the bottom of...whatever was between us because I was sure I wasn't the only one who felt it. I was gonna be blunt about it but then you were so upset I didn't want to hurt you anymore so I...stopped."
They were both quiet for a moment, avoiding each other's eyes. Changmin thought for a moment, supposing that, with the way Yunho had put it, he had come across as very confusing and inconsistent, just as Kyuhyun had said. He still didn't understand one thing though.
"You stopped everything."
"I thought my attention was making you uncomfortable. That was the last thing I wanted you to feel around me."
Changmin felt his heart clench a little painfully; Yunho had done everything he did with Changmin in mind. But that didn't sit well with him; Yunho's distance had made him miserable, and for some reason he wanted Yunho to feel some of the unhappiness he had experienced. "You could've still talked to me at least," he said, knowing and hating how childish he sounded.
Yunho suddenly moved, and the next thing Changmin knew he was being pinned to the bed by strong arms while Yunho sat atop his chest, taking his weight through his knees. He stared down at him, and Changmin felt pure, unadulterated lust crash through him, leaving him breathless as he stared up at the handsome face.
"Aren't you being cruel now?" Yunho asked, voice low, leaning close to stare straight into his eyes.
"What?" The question left his lips in a rush of air, feeling his desire for Yunho curl through him even as he looked at him in confusion.
"You expect me to hang around you and watch you laugh and smile and be so fucking perfect and know that you don't feel the same and not be allowed to touch you when all I wanted to do was take you right fucking there where everyone could see exactly how much I wanted you?" Yunho snarled, voice dangerous and now Changmin was almost weak with desire.
He didn't know how to reply to that though. Yunho's name was the only coherent thought in his mind, so that was what came out of his mouth. "Yunho..." he said breathlessly.
"You think it's fair for you to look at me with those gorgeous eyes and dazzling smile and your beautiful face and not be able to kiss you till I couldn't breath?" Yunho said more softly, releasing one of his hands to stroke his thumb over Changmin's lips, gaze transfixed on them and looking hypnotized.
Changmin was made speechless. It had never occurred to him that Yunho had desired him so much; of course he had caught the lust-filled gazes that had cleared as soon as Changmin had looked and the warm smile that would be directed at him when Yunho saw his uncertainty. But Changmin had assumed it was the usual thing, just someone wanting a quick fuck and that would be the end of it. He had never imagined that Yunho drank in his features as he himself did whenever Yunho wasn't aware of his eyes on him.
Now, gazing up at the man on top of him and feeling horribly vulnerable, Changmin just knew that he would give Yunho anything the other man ever wanted from him, and the thought scared him more than anything; he reached up, half to reassure Yunho and half looking for reassurance himself. But Yunho seemed to snap from whatever spell he was under, and pinned Changmin down again and looked at him.
"No. You should suffer just as I did," he said softly.
"Yunho, Yunho please, I did, you have no idea how much," Changmin pleaded, trying to touch Yunho.
Yunho stared a moment longer, and then loosened his grip. Changmin wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him down, rolling over slightly so he was half on top. He kissed his lips, a little desperate to let Yunho know how much he meant to him. Their mouths sliding against each other, Yunho sighed into the kiss and Changmin melted against him as Yunho claimed dominance again and rolled them over.
They spent the rest of the day in bed, getting up only to answer the door when the delivery man bought food and to later shower.
Changmin watched as Yunho fell asleep, absolutely exhausted after messing around the entire day. Yunho's lips were parted slightly, lashes curling against smooth skin, breathing steady. He sighed a little, suddenly overwhelmed by his feelings for this man, and leaned over to kiss him softly.
Just as he was about to curl around him and close his eyes, he received a text message.
Received from Cho Kyuhyun 11:34 PM
so how's it going?
Sent to Cho Kyuhyun 11:35 PM
^^
Received from Cho Kyuhyun 11:35 PM
:))
Smiling, Changmin put his phone away and pressed closer to Yunho's sleeping body before closing his eyes, asleep almost immediately.
***
Kyuhyun wasted no time in alerting the entire world about their new relationship. He told Minho, who told this short annoying-ass hyung he knew, Jonghyun, who told his own boyfriend Kibum, who was friends with everyone; by the time they came to campus together the next day, hand in hand (Yunho had stayed the night), everyone was staring harder than usual. Some of the gazes were curious, others envious, still others disapproving, while a few people didn’t even try to mask their disgust. Changmin gave those people the finger in his head, and turned his attention to his boyfriend. His brain squealed at the word, but Changmin ignored it.
"Why are they staring so much? Do they know about us?" Yunho said, squinting at everyone.
"I think Kyuhyun told the entire world," Changmin said, rolling his eyes.
"Really?" Yunho asked, turning to him. "Already?"
Changmin laughed. "Why, hyung? I didn't know you were the type of person who cares about what other people think," he said, eyes twinkling.
Yunho grinned, then mock-huffed "I don't care, it's just highly inconvenient."
They both laughed again as Kyuhyun and Donghae spotted them and walked over.
"Ew, you guys are being all cute and gross, you need to stop," Kyuhyun said immediately.
"Don't say that Kyuhyun!" Donghae scolded him. "It's better than before right? When they were moaning each other's names in the shower?"
They laughed and shared high-fives as Yunho and Changmin turned bright red.
"Hey!" Yunho exclaimed, then tackled Donghae into the thin layer of snow on the ground, who went down with an "oof!". They started trying to beat each other unconscious; Changmin shook his head and walked away.
Kyuhyun caught up with him. "So I'm assuming it went great?"
"Yeah, thanks for not coming home," Changmin said, smiling slightly.
"Anytime man! You know I'll always help you get laid!"
Changmin narrowed his eyes at him. "Thanks for telling everyone. I suppose I should be happy you didn't alert the media?"
Kyuhyun's handsome face lit up. "Hey, there's an idea!"
"Kyuhyun," Changmin growled.
"Just kidding man," Kyuhyun said, slinging an arm over his shoulder. "I'll only tell the campus newspaper, not the town paper because that's a little too much ya know?"
Changmin rolled his eyes again, then looked behind him. Yunho and Donghae were now shoving whatever little snow they could get their hands on down each other's backs and screaming like five-year-olds, while the people passing by them looked on with amusement.
Ah yes, this is the guy I had such hot sex with last night, he thought fondly.
Part B >>>
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