Love In Paradise ch.3
title: Love in Paradise.
length: Chaptered; 3/epilogue.
rating: NC-17.
warning: smut.
pairing: Jaemin / OT5 [see a/n]
summary: Changmin (a workaholic who hates his job) meets Jaejoong (a "performer") and Junsu (a famous singer in Japan) at a strip club. They become friends and go to Hawaii for a vacation where they meet Yunho and Yoochun. Do they find "paradise"?
a/n: Other pairings include: Minsu, Hosu, YunChun (2U), YunChunSu. Request for kibummielove & veronicaleandra. :]
Previous parts: one. two.
After a few more empty beer bottles clinking in the trash, tapping of dishes, and splashes of water, they exchange numbers and bid farewell to each other.
“Hyung, put your arm!-” Changmin whispers harshly pulling Jaejoong’s arm around his waist as they walk from Yunho and Yoochun’s apartment to their car.
“Ahh. I see you guys got close.” Junsu winks and nudges Jaejoong’s arm.
“Yup, we did!” Changmin smiles, squeezing Jaejoong closer to his body, “Right, babe?” Jaejoong sneers at Junsu, then turns to his new ‘boyfriend,’ chuckling, “Sure.” Junsu offers the backseat to the new known couple while he takes the passenger seat next to his manager.
The ride home was quiet. Junsu knocked out as soon as the car started. Jaejoong sighed and watched Changmin stare at the sky through his peripheral vision.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’m not supposed to be some pretend boyfriend. I’m not supposed to be the back up. Jaejoong’s mind was occupied throughout the thirty minute drive. The next thing he knew, they were pulling up to the hotel.
Day after day, it was the same thing. Yoochun or Yunho called for another party. They’d get drunk, and make up new games. Changmin would throw himself at Junsu but Junsu would already be too busy with Yunho. Jaejoong took shot after shot, feeling the warm soju flow through his veins. He’d mumble his sweet words to Changmin who was obviously hurt with tears welled up in his eyes.
Jaejoong would constantly fuck him, until Changmin passed out just how he asked. “Harder, faster, ungh fuck,” were the only words ringing clearly through the room before he reached his own orgasm collapsing on him.
Jaejoong cupped his face and whispered sweet nothings, caressing his baby till he fell asleep too.
Jaejoong would confide in Yoochun the next morning and days after. They spent countless hours on the phone, like best friends talking about their “love” lives. Jaejoong learned a lot about Yoochun like his previous hardships in America, or his homelessness in Korea and how he met Yunho. And how their meetings became such a tangled web of denial.
Jaejoong knew Yoochun was head over heels for the tall, brown haired boy. He can see it in their eyes when they had sex at the parties. The jealousy that runs through Yoochun’s veins when Junsu steals Yunho’s lips from his. But he couldn’t confess, it wasn’t possible. They were friends and that was all. It was better to be friends than nothing at all.
“Yoochun-ah,” Jaejoong sighed, “I love him. I can’t pretend anymore.”
It was the first time Jaejoong used the word, “love”. And no doubt, love it was. “I don’t want to be his ‘pretend’ boyfriend. I don’t want to be some experimental game for him. I want to be…” Jaejoong’s breath hitched and sobs were heard, “I want him to be happy with me. I want to be happy with him. Yoochun-ah, why is this so hard?”
Jaejoong sobbed, wiping his tears as they raced down his cheeks.
Changmin stood frozen, by the balcony where Jaejoong was on the phone. “Jaejoong-ah” he shook his head and went straight for his room. “No. No. No!” He screamed through his pillow. “NO!”
Strings tugged at his heart, “No, no.” he repeated. He watched Junsu outside by the pool, flirting with masses of girls and guys together. Arms constantly around someone’s shoulders or waist. Lips lingering near someone’s ear. Hands, roaming and groping under water.
Jaejoong’s taken more care of him than anyone’s ever done before. For the past two weeks in Hawaii, he’s been treated like a king. Home made meals every day, back massages he didn’t have to ask for, a back scrub in the shower.
Everything.
Jaejoong cleared himself outside, watching the beautiful sun go down and the cool wind against his flushed cheeks. He walked in. “Everyone ready?” He put on the same fake smile he’s had for two weeks, “Let’s go!” They filed out of their hotel and into Yunho and Yoochun’s apartment.
Drinks were being passed, and alcohol setting in their abdomen. Just as Jaejoong went to the bathroom, Yoochun jerked Changmin outside. “Yah!” he yelled, throwing Changmin against the wall. “Can’t you fucking see how much he cares for you, asshole?”
“What.” Changmin staggers, almost completely drunk, “Who? Jaejoongie?” Changmin murmurs, breaking a smirk. “He’s only pretend.”
“YAH! I’ve had it! You either get yourself together or you’ll regret it.” Yoochun throws a punch to the wall, narrowly missing Changmin’s head. “Fuck.”
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“Unng. Fuck. Harder.” Changmin moans. He reaches behind his head for the headrest holding himself steady as Jaejoong’s thrusts become more intense.
It’s the last fucking night before they head back home. Jaejoong grips Changmin’s shoulder and waist for support. Nothing’s changed. The room fills with skin slapping and the furniture’s constant pounding against the wall.
“Fuck.” Changmin moans, thrashing his head to the side, biting onto the pillow. He bucks his hips, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
At his most intimate moments, Jaejoong still thinks Changmin’s beautiful. His face, in so much pleasure and pain, he’s still wonderful. A tear slips from the corner of Jaejoong’s eyes as he continues to push himself further into Changmin’s entrance. His elbows give out, and their lips come crashing together.
Tears stream at a moderate pace down his pale, creamy skin as he fucks his pretend boyfriend. Pretending has never hurt this much. “Ueahh!” A delightful scream breaks their kiss telling Jaejoong he’s hit Changmin’s prostate.
Between moans, pants, and screams a small, “I’m sorry,” slips from Changmin’s mouth. Jaejoong falls into boyfriend mode, “Shh, babe.”
Changmin bites on his lower lip, screaming for more. Jaejoong takes Changmin’s neglected cock into his hand and pumps him erratically. Speeds from his thrusts and his hand not matching a single bit. It drives Changmin insane. It doesn’t take long before Changmin lifts his hips off the bed, cumming over his stomach and on Jaejoong’s hand.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Changmin squirms. Streaks of cum paint his stomach, as it rises and falls with each huff of his breath. Jaejoong follows him right after. He pulls out and lets his cum rejoice with Changmin’s over his stomach.
“Hyung,” Changmin calls, “I’m sorry…for everything.” Jaejoong shushes the younger man and tells him to sleep. The alcohol must be rubbing in. “No…” Changmin protests, “Can we…stop?”
“Changmin-ah. It’s done. Shh.”
“No, can we stop pretending?” Changmin opens his eyes, finding a curious Jaejoong over him, lost. “I want us to be real now.”
“Changmin-ah. Just go to sleep. Things will better in the morning. You’re drunk.” Jaejoong wipes the sweat from his forehead, and cleans his stomach.
“No hyung! I’m not drunk!” He sits up, a bit too fast making him a little dizzy. “Hyung! I think…I might like you, too.”
Jaejoong’s frozen. Wanting to believe, but not wanting to get hurt. “Changmin…”
“I heard you talking to Yoochun-ah on the phone. And, I’m sorry. I realize you’re the only person who’s ever treated me like I matter. You’re the only…” Changmin pauses, gagging. He gets up and rushes to the bathroom.
“Changmin!” Jaejoong follows his love into the bathroom, rubbing his back. His stomach working to get all the alcohol out of his system. Jaejoong flushes the toilet and rips him some toilet paper. He gently wipes Changmin’s mouth for him, “Let it out, babe. I’ll get some water.”
As soon as Jaejoong steps outside, he finds Yoochun watching. “I don’t think we’re pretend anymore.” Jaejoong smiles a real smile. The first real smile since they’ve met. Yoochun smiles back, giving Jaejoong a tight hug and kiss on the cheek. A loud gag and spill of vomit break their hug.
“Shit. Never mix his drinks again. Got it?” Jaejoong teases and sets off to find water and some napkins.
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This was long overdue. :/ I wonder if i still have readers for this. Lol.
Stick around for the epilogue.
Thank you all for being patient w/me. Now, sleep calls since i hardly got any due to the party last night. x_x
length: Chaptered; 3/epilogue.
rating: NC-17.
warning: smut.
pairing: Jaemin / OT5 [see a/n]
summary: Changmin (a workaholic who hates his job) meets Jaejoong (a "performer") and Junsu (a famous singer in Japan) at a strip club. They become friends and go to Hawaii for a vacation where they meet Yunho and Yoochun. Do they find "paradise"?
a/n: Other pairings include: Minsu, Hosu, YunChun (2U), YunChunSu. Request for kibummielove & veronicaleandra. :]
Previous parts: one. two.
After a few more empty beer bottles clinking in the trash, tapping of dishes, and splashes of water, they exchange numbers and bid farewell to each other.
“Hyung, put your arm!-” Changmin whispers harshly pulling Jaejoong’s arm around his waist as they walk from Yunho and Yoochun’s apartment to their car.
“Ahh. I see you guys got close.” Junsu winks and nudges Jaejoong’s arm.
“Yup, we did!” Changmin smiles, squeezing Jaejoong closer to his body, “Right, babe?” Jaejoong sneers at Junsu, then turns to his new ‘boyfriend,’ chuckling, “Sure.” Junsu offers the backseat to the new known couple while he takes the passenger seat next to his manager.
The ride home was quiet. Junsu knocked out as soon as the car started. Jaejoong sighed and watched Changmin stare at the sky through his peripheral vision.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’m not supposed to be some pretend boyfriend. I’m not supposed to be the back up. Jaejoong’s mind was occupied throughout the thirty minute drive. The next thing he knew, they were pulling up to the hotel.
Day after day, it was the same thing. Yoochun or Yunho called for another party. They’d get drunk, and make up new games. Changmin would throw himself at Junsu but Junsu would already be too busy with Yunho. Jaejoong took shot after shot, feeling the warm soju flow through his veins. He’d mumble his sweet words to Changmin who was obviously hurt with tears welled up in his eyes.
Jaejoong would constantly fuck him, until Changmin passed out just how he asked. “Harder, faster, ungh fuck,” were the only words ringing clearly through the room before he reached his own orgasm collapsing on him.
Jaejoong cupped his face and whispered sweet nothings, caressing his baby till he fell asleep too.
Jaejoong would confide in Yoochun the next morning and days after. They spent countless hours on the phone, like best friends talking about their “love” lives. Jaejoong learned a lot about Yoochun like his previous hardships in America, or his homelessness in Korea and how he met Yunho. And how their meetings became such a tangled web of denial.
Jaejoong knew Yoochun was head over heels for the tall, brown haired boy. He can see it in their eyes when they had sex at the parties. The jealousy that runs through Yoochun’s veins when Junsu steals Yunho’s lips from his. But he couldn’t confess, it wasn’t possible. They were friends and that was all. It was better to be friends than nothing at all.
“Yoochun-ah,” Jaejoong sighed, “I love him. I can’t pretend anymore.”
It was the first time Jaejoong used the word, “love”. And no doubt, love it was. “I don’t want to be his ‘pretend’ boyfriend. I don’t want to be some experimental game for him. I want to be…” Jaejoong’s breath hitched and sobs were heard, “I want him to be happy with me. I want to be happy with him. Yoochun-ah, why is this so hard?”
Jaejoong sobbed, wiping his tears as they raced down his cheeks.
Changmin stood frozen, by the balcony where Jaejoong was on the phone. “Jaejoong-ah” he shook his head and went straight for his room. “No. No. No!” He screamed through his pillow. “NO!”
Strings tugged at his heart, “No, no.” he repeated. He watched Junsu outside by the pool, flirting with masses of girls and guys together. Arms constantly around someone’s shoulders or waist. Lips lingering near someone’s ear. Hands, roaming and groping under water.
Jaejoong’s taken more care of him than anyone’s ever done before. For the past two weeks in Hawaii, he’s been treated like a king. Home made meals every day, back massages he didn’t have to ask for, a back scrub in the shower.
Everything.
Jaejoong cleared himself outside, watching the beautiful sun go down and the cool wind against his flushed cheeks. He walked in. “Everyone ready?” He put on the same fake smile he’s had for two weeks, “Let’s go!” They filed out of their hotel and into Yunho and Yoochun’s apartment.
Drinks were being passed, and alcohol setting in their abdomen. Just as Jaejoong went to the bathroom, Yoochun jerked Changmin outside. “Yah!” he yelled, throwing Changmin against the wall. “Can’t you fucking see how much he cares for you, asshole?”
“What.” Changmin staggers, almost completely drunk, “Who? Jaejoongie?” Changmin murmurs, breaking a smirk. “He’s only pretend.”
“YAH! I’ve had it! You either get yourself together or you’ll regret it.” Yoochun throws a punch to the wall, narrowly missing Changmin’s head. “Fuck.”
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“Unng. Fuck. Harder.” Changmin moans. He reaches behind his head for the headrest holding himself steady as Jaejoong’s thrusts become more intense.
It’s the last fucking night before they head back home. Jaejoong grips Changmin’s shoulder and waist for support. Nothing’s changed. The room fills with skin slapping and the furniture’s constant pounding against the wall.
“Fuck.” Changmin moans, thrashing his head to the side, biting onto the pillow. He bucks his hips, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
At his most intimate moments, Jaejoong still thinks Changmin’s beautiful. His face, in so much pleasure and pain, he’s still wonderful. A tear slips from the corner of Jaejoong’s eyes as he continues to push himself further into Changmin’s entrance. His elbows give out, and their lips come crashing together.
Tears stream at a moderate pace down his pale, creamy skin as he fucks his pretend boyfriend. Pretending has never hurt this much. “Ueahh!” A delightful scream breaks their kiss telling Jaejoong he’s hit Changmin’s prostate.
Between moans, pants, and screams a small, “I’m sorry,” slips from Changmin’s mouth. Jaejoong falls into boyfriend mode, “Shh, babe.”
Changmin bites on his lower lip, screaming for more. Jaejoong takes Changmin’s neglected cock into his hand and pumps him erratically. Speeds from his thrusts and his hand not matching a single bit. It drives Changmin insane. It doesn’t take long before Changmin lifts his hips off the bed, cumming over his stomach and on Jaejoong’s hand.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Changmin squirms. Streaks of cum paint his stomach, as it rises and falls with each huff of his breath. Jaejoong follows him right after. He pulls out and lets his cum rejoice with Changmin’s over his stomach.
“Hyung,” Changmin calls, “I’m sorry…for everything.” Jaejoong shushes the younger man and tells him to sleep. The alcohol must be rubbing in. “No…” Changmin protests, “Can we…stop?”
“Changmin-ah. It’s done. Shh.”
“No, can we stop pretending?” Changmin opens his eyes, finding a curious Jaejoong over him, lost. “I want us to be real now.”
“Changmin-ah. Just go to sleep. Things will better in the morning. You’re drunk.” Jaejoong wipes the sweat from his forehead, and cleans his stomach.
“No hyung! I’m not drunk!” He sits up, a bit too fast making him a little dizzy. “Hyung! I think…I might like you, too.”
Jaejoong’s frozen. Wanting to believe, but not wanting to get hurt. “Changmin…”
“I heard you talking to Yoochun-ah on the phone. And, I’m sorry. I realize you’re the only person who’s ever treated me like I matter. You’re the only…” Changmin pauses, gagging. He gets up and rushes to the bathroom.
“Changmin!” Jaejoong follows his love into the bathroom, rubbing his back. His stomach working to get all the alcohol out of his system. Jaejoong flushes the toilet and rips him some toilet paper. He gently wipes Changmin’s mouth for him, “Let it out, babe. I’ll get some water.”
As soon as Jaejoong steps outside, he finds Yoochun watching. “I don’t think we’re pretend anymore.” Jaejoong smiles a real smile. The first real smile since they’ve met. Yoochun smiles back, giving Jaejoong a tight hug and kiss on the cheek. A loud gag and spill of vomit break their hug.
“Shit. Never mix his drinks again. Got it?” Jaejoong teases and sets off to find water and some napkins.
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This was long overdue. :/ I wonder if i still have readers for this. Lol.
Stick around for the epilogue.
Thank you all for being patient w/me. Now, sleep calls since i hardly got any due to the party last night. x_x