DBSK: auditory hallucinations
Title: Auditory Hallucinations
Pairing: JaeMin
Genre: porn
Rating: R
Summary: Jaejoong comes back from the ski-hill early to hang out with Changmin.
A/N: Inspired from Wrong Number mv and Come to Play first kiss talk.
The door of the cabin opened, sending in a chilling breeze that made Changmin shiver with his whole body. The cold almost seemed to seep inside his bones and he grabbed a blanket that had been tossed on the couch earlier by Yunho who’d been reading by himself peacefully when the rest of them had gotten up. It wasn’t really much of a blanket, but combined with his fuzzy sweater, it was enough.
The door slammed and he heard boots being tossed off and what sounded like a cross between a shutter and a howl, then Jae come out of the boot room. He brushed stray flakes of snow from his dark hair and slid his parka off his shoulders. Changmin could feel the heat coming off of Jae’s body. Smell it too, actually. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, just a combination perspiration and new-jacket, but Changmin wrinkled his nose anyway.
“What? Do I stink?” Jaejoong did an armpit check. “Aish, it’s just the sweater.” and hung the offending garment up along with his coat. Changmin grinned then snorted. It was all he’d been aiming for. He squinted when he felt the familiar sting of the back of Jae’s hand on his upper arm.
“I’m going to get myself some wine too.” He nodded toward Changmin’s half-full glass of red wine. The only thing Changmin could find to drink in the house. “Maybe make something to eat too. Have you eaten yet?” Jaejoong called out from the kitchen.
“Hmm?” Changmin stood up, came closer and stood leaning in the door frame.
“I said: Did you eat yet?” Jae repeated himself absently. He seemed to be searching for something in every cupboard. He didn’t seem to notice that he’d just asked a dumb question twice.
“What kind of question is that? Yeah, I just ate but I could always eat more. And what are you looking for?” Max's voice raised in irritation.
“That pot. You know, the one I like to cook noodles in?” They’d only been there for a couple of days, and even though Changmin knew which pot Jae had cooked in the day before and exactly where it was, he played dumb.
“Which pot is that, hyung?” He smiled innocently at Jae before grabbing a glass to pour another wine.
Jaejoong sighed loudly. “I cooked with it yesterday and announced that it was my favourite one here and I would use it next time. I know you were here ‘cause you ate the noodles too. And the other guys. Maybe I should go back out and ask them where it is. But it’s cold out there, and…” Changmin was getting less amused with Jae’s muttering and was almost ready to tell him where the stupid pot was.
“Oh! I didn’t wash it.” Jae flung open the dishwasher and Max just had to clap as he extracted his 'favourite' pot. “I’ll just wash it by hand.”
Changmin hopped up to sit on the other counter and watch Jae scrub and dry, then start to make the noodle soup. “So how was it out there today? Besides cold?” He took a couple sips of the wine he’d just poured.
“Good. Well, for the most part. Yoochun and Junsu took off by themselves somewhere, though. So it was pretty much just me and Yunho till my leg started hurting.” Max hadn’t really noticed Jae limping as he came in, but he knew Jae wouldn’t lie about it. He also suspected Jae wouldn’t have come in just because he was craving noodles.
“I don’t know why you just didn’t come too. I wasn’t out there for very long.” Jaejoong continued. Changmin sighed and hopped off the counter. He didn’t feel like getting a lecture on how to be more social. He grabbed a mango from the counter and a knife from the drawer and sauntered off to the living room. The noodles were almost done but Jae would just bring the bowls into where he was sitting, Max guessed. He sat with his legs crossed, sipped a little more wine then started running the knife under the fruit’s soft skin. He hadn’t picked one that was too juicy so it wouldn’t be messy to peel. Nevertheless, he called out: “Can you bring a couple napkins with when you come back?”
“Sure.” Jae answered softly, mere inches away from him. Changmin let out a startled gasp and Jaejoong picked that exact moment to lean forward and kiss Max’s slightly open mouth. The kiss was short and sweet and when Jae pulled back, he was grinning widely. Cockily. He handed a wide-eyed Changmin the paper towel.
“I didn’t really come in ‘cause my leg was hurting so bad.” Changmin was torn between a smart-ass remark about the obviousness of Jae’s motive and concern in how he’d said 'so bad'. The wine was making him feel giddy so his sarcasm was jumbled around.
“You want me to rub your leg?” It was a question that startled both himself and Jaejoong a little too. Not because Changmin wasn't ever nice, he just never went out of his way to offer. And especially not to Jae.
“Uh, yeah. Let me just go get the food.” But Max hadn’t given him the time. He’d already begun massaging Jae’s leg through the heavy denim. His large, strong hands working the muscles loose.
“Mmmm.” Jae groaned and leaned back, careful not to tip his wine which he’d carried along with the napkins.
“Hyung.” Max‘s voice was deep. “Take off your pants.”
It surprised Jae how quickly the tables had been turned but he unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped in quick dexterity. Freeing not only his bare legs but his swelling cock. Max helped the jeans off then continued running his hands over Jaejoong’s smooth skin, alternating soft touch and deep pressure. Jae’s groan made them both wonder why they hadn’t touched like this before. In fact, Changmin never really touched Jae with less power than a slap, but it was such a turn-on to know his dongsaeng had a gentle side to him that Jae had been hoping to experience. Actually, Jae hadn’t known what would transpire when he kissed Max. He’d only wanted to catch him off guard. The massage was even more than he’d guessed.
Changmin’s hands moved toward Jae’s thighs on either side and he rubbed them deeply up and down. Inching closer to what Jaejoong was aching for Min to touch. But looking into his dark eyes, he knew Max would be calling the shots. They were full of lust and held a glimmer of amusement. Jae wondered what he’d let out. If he’d opened a metaphorical box thatcouldn't everbe sealed back up. Then was filled no real thoughts because Max started massaging his cock. Only over the boxers, but it was nevertheless amazing.
Jae let out a pleasurable grunt and laid back all the way, enjoying the first hands that weren’t his in what seemed like ages and realistically at least a few months. The hands that gripped the waistband of the shorts and slid them down around his knees. The same hands that caressed the bare flesh that was exposed.
His eyes had been closed in enjoyment, but he opened them again quickly when he felt the fluttery hot breath. Just in time to see Changmin run the flat of this tongue all along his so-hard needy cock from base to head and Jae lifted his ass off the carpet, a hiss escaping his lips.
Max placed a free hand on his lower abdomen and pushed him back down with a glare that reminded Jae that he’d appointed himself 'in charge', before lowering his warm, wet mouth over Jaejoong’s entire length. Jaejoong settled his head back, eyes closed after re-checking the position of his glass. He was completely happy about Changmin’s oral skills, maybe a little perplexed since Max hadn’t had a lot of sexual experience, but shrugged to himself. Changmin’s a smart guy and giving head isn’t that hard to figure out.
He ran his hands over Changmin’s hair, wishing that there was more. In his fantasy of this, he’d always gripped Max’s hair tightly in his fists. Now all he could do was rub the remaining dark mess and press his fingertips into the muscles of Min’s neck.
“Min-uh.” He barely heard his phone ringing over his own heart pounding in his ears but Changmin lifted his mouth, causing a little frustrated whimper to escape Jae’s throat.
“You should get that.” Coming from Changmin, the comment was more like an order. He reached back above to the side table to grab his phone and read the display.
“It’s just Yunho.” He went to set the phone down and Changmin stopped even the slight licking he was delivering to Jae’s sensitive tip.
“Answer it.” Changmin demanded again. When Jaejoong made a face like he wasn’t going to answer, he added: “Answer it or I’ll stop.” He sat back a bit to prove his point making Jae want to tell him where to shove the phone and the so-amazing blow job, but he pushed the talk button and put the phone to his ear. Telling himself that it was because maybe Yunho could be lost in an avalanche or something.
“Hey, what’s up?” Jae gulped involuntarily as he felt his aching cock enveloped once again.
“Hmm. You having a good time back at the house?” Yunho’s choice of words were an understatement.
“Um…huh” Jae’s breath hitched. He wasn’t really capable of conversation at the moment.
“You and Changmin keeping busy?”
Jae snickered a little then looked down at Max who’d lifted his head questioningly. He just shook his head and pointed to the object in his hand.“How ‘bout you. You doing okay?” He barely got the whole two sentences out with stoicism since Min had started back up with enthusiasm.
“Junsu and Yoochun finally showed up, and we’re heading back to eat.” Jae had the end pointed away from his face since he was breathing so hard and hoping he wouldn’t moan right in Yunho’s ear. “You want to start supper and I’ll help you when I get there?”
Good thing it was a rhetorical question ‘cause Jae wouldn’t be able to answer anyway. He was feeling so intense, so close. “Oh, and make sure you and Changmin are done before we get back. I don’t want to end up walking in on your naked asses!” Yunho hung up just as Jae started cumming. His un-contained cry of pleasure ringing out into only two sets of ears.
He sensed Max get up but laid there spent, enjoying the mellow feeling drifting through his muscles. Changmin sat down with two bowls and Jae sat up pulling his boxers back up. He set the glass of wine and his phone up on the side table. He didn’t touch his bowl yet, but instead looked Max directly in the eyes.
“They’re just coming back now. It takes ten minutes, but Yunho doesn’t want to catch us doing anything.” The challenge of 'do we have time?' was not lost on Changmin and he hurried to unbutton his pants.
Pairing: JaeMin
Genre: porn
Rating: R
Summary: Jaejoong comes back from the ski-hill early to hang out with Changmin.
A/N: Inspired from Wrong Number mv and Come to Play first kiss talk.
The door of the cabin opened, sending in a chilling breeze that made Changmin shiver with his whole body. The cold almost seemed to seep inside his bones and he grabbed a blanket that had been tossed on the couch earlier by Yunho who’d been reading by himself peacefully when the rest of them had gotten up. It wasn’t really much of a blanket, but combined with his fuzzy sweater, it was enough.
The door slammed and he heard boots being tossed off and what sounded like a cross between a shutter and a howl, then Jae come out of the boot room. He brushed stray flakes of snow from his dark hair and slid his parka off his shoulders. Changmin could feel the heat coming off of Jae’s body. Smell it too, actually. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, just a combination perspiration and new-jacket, but Changmin wrinkled his nose anyway.
“What? Do I stink?” Jaejoong did an armpit check. “Aish, it’s just the sweater.” and hung the offending garment up along with his coat. Changmin grinned then snorted. It was all he’d been aiming for. He squinted when he felt the familiar sting of the back of Jae’s hand on his upper arm.
“I’m going to get myself some wine too.” He nodded toward Changmin’s half-full glass of red wine. The only thing Changmin could find to drink in the house. “Maybe make something to eat too. Have you eaten yet?” Jaejoong called out from the kitchen.
“Hmm?” Changmin stood up, came closer and stood leaning in the door frame.
“I said: Did you eat yet?” Jae repeated himself absently. He seemed to be searching for something in every cupboard. He didn’t seem to notice that he’d just asked a dumb question twice.
“What kind of question is that? Yeah, I just ate but I could always eat more. And what are you looking for?” Max's voice raised in irritation.
“That pot. You know, the one I like to cook noodles in?” They’d only been there for a couple of days, and even though Changmin knew which pot Jae had cooked in the day before and exactly where it was, he played dumb.
“Which pot is that, hyung?” He smiled innocently at Jae before grabbing a glass to pour another wine.
Jaejoong sighed loudly. “I cooked with it yesterday and announced that it was my favourite one here and I would use it next time. I know you were here ‘cause you ate the noodles too. And the other guys. Maybe I should go back out and ask them where it is. But it’s cold out there, and…” Changmin was getting less amused with Jae’s muttering and was almost ready to tell him where the stupid pot was.
“Oh! I didn’t wash it.” Jae flung open the dishwasher and Max just had to clap as he extracted his 'favourite' pot. “I’ll just wash it by hand.”
Changmin hopped up to sit on the other counter and watch Jae scrub and dry, then start to make the noodle soup. “So how was it out there today? Besides cold?” He took a couple sips of the wine he’d just poured.
“Good. Well, for the most part. Yoochun and Junsu took off by themselves somewhere, though. So it was pretty much just me and Yunho till my leg started hurting.” Max hadn’t really noticed Jae limping as he came in, but he knew Jae wouldn’t lie about it. He also suspected Jae wouldn’t have come in just because he was craving noodles.
“I don’t know why you just didn’t come too. I wasn’t out there for very long.” Jaejoong continued. Changmin sighed and hopped off the counter. He didn’t feel like getting a lecture on how to be more social. He grabbed a mango from the counter and a knife from the drawer and sauntered off to the living room. The noodles were almost done but Jae would just bring the bowls into where he was sitting, Max guessed. He sat with his legs crossed, sipped a little more wine then started running the knife under the fruit’s soft skin. He hadn’t picked one that was too juicy so it wouldn’t be messy to peel. Nevertheless, he called out: “Can you bring a couple napkins with when you come back?”
“Sure.” Jae answered softly, mere inches away from him. Changmin let out a startled gasp and Jaejoong picked that exact moment to lean forward and kiss Max’s slightly open mouth. The kiss was short and sweet and when Jae pulled back, he was grinning widely. Cockily. He handed a wide-eyed Changmin the paper towel.
“I didn’t really come in ‘cause my leg was hurting so bad.” Changmin was torn between a smart-ass remark about the obviousness of Jae’s motive and concern in how he’d said 'so bad'. The wine was making him feel giddy so his sarcasm was jumbled around.
“You want me to rub your leg?” It was a question that startled both himself and Jaejoong a little too. Not because Changmin wasn't ever nice, he just never went out of his way to offer. And especially not to Jae.
“Uh, yeah. Let me just go get the food.” But Max hadn’t given him the time. He’d already begun massaging Jae’s leg through the heavy denim. His large, strong hands working the muscles loose.
“Mmmm.” Jae groaned and leaned back, careful not to tip his wine which he’d carried along with the napkins.
“Hyung.” Max‘s voice was deep. “Take off your pants.”
It surprised Jae how quickly the tables had been turned but he unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped in quick dexterity. Freeing not only his bare legs but his swelling cock. Max helped the jeans off then continued running his hands over Jaejoong’s smooth skin, alternating soft touch and deep pressure. Jae’s groan made them both wonder why they hadn’t touched like this before. In fact, Changmin never really touched Jae with less power than a slap, but it was such a turn-on to know his dongsaeng had a gentle side to him that Jae had been hoping to experience. Actually, Jae hadn’t known what would transpire when he kissed Max. He’d only wanted to catch him off guard. The massage was even more than he’d guessed.
Changmin’s hands moved toward Jae’s thighs on either side and he rubbed them deeply up and down. Inching closer to what Jaejoong was aching for Min to touch. But looking into his dark eyes, he knew Max would be calling the shots. They were full of lust and held a glimmer of amusement. Jae wondered what he’d let out. If he’d opened a metaphorical box thatcouldn't everbe sealed back up. Then was filled no real thoughts because Max started massaging his cock. Only over the boxers, but it was nevertheless amazing.
Jae let out a pleasurable grunt and laid back all the way, enjoying the first hands that weren’t his in what seemed like ages and realistically at least a few months. The hands that gripped the waistband of the shorts and slid them down around his knees. The same hands that caressed the bare flesh that was exposed.
His eyes had been closed in enjoyment, but he opened them again quickly when he felt the fluttery hot breath. Just in time to see Changmin run the flat of this tongue all along his so-hard needy cock from base to head and Jae lifted his ass off the carpet, a hiss escaping his lips.
Max placed a free hand on his lower abdomen and pushed him back down with a glare that reminded Jae that he’d appointed himself 'in charge', before lowering his warm, wet mouth over Jaejoong’s entire length. Jaejoong settled his head back, eyes closed after re-checking the position of his glass. He was completely happy about Changmin’s oral skills, maybe a little perplexed since Max hadn’t had a lot of sexual experience, but shrugged to himself. Changmin’s a smart guy and giving head isn’t that hard to figure out.
He ran his hands over Changmin’s hair, wishing that there was more. In his fantasy of this, he’d always gripped Max’s hair tightly in his fists. Now all he could do was rub the remaining dark mess and press his fingertips into the muscles of Min’s neck.
“Min-uh.” He barely heard his phone ringing over his own heart pounding in his ears but Changmin lifted his mouth, causing a little frustrated whimper to escape Jae’s throat.
“You should get that.” Coming from Changmin, the comment was more like an order. He reached back above to the side table to grab his phone and read the display.
“It’s just Yunho.” He went to set the phone down and Changmin stopped even the slight licking he was delivering to Jae’s sensitive tip.
“Answer it.” Changmin demanded again. When Jaejoong made a face like he wasn’t going to answer, he added: “Answer it or I’ll stop.” He sat back a bit to prove his point making Jae want to tell him where to shove the phone and the so-amazing blow job, but he pushed the talk button and put the phone to his ear. Telling himself that it was because maybe Yunho could be lost in an avalanche or something.
“Hey, what’s up?” Jae gulped involuntarily as he felt his aching cock enveloped once again.
“Hmm. You having a good time back at the house?” Yunho’s choice of words were an understatement.
“Um…huh” Jae’s breath hitched. He wasn’t really capable of conversation at the moment.
“You and Changmin keeping busy?”
Jae snickered a little then looked down at Max who’d lifted his head questioningly. He just shook his head and pointed to the object in his hand.“How ‘bout you. You doing okay?” He barely got the whole two sentences out with stoicism since Min had started back up with enthusiasm.
“Junsu and Yoochun finally showed up, and we’re heading back to eat.” Jae had the end pointed away from his face since he was breathing so hard and hoping he wouldn’t moan right in Yunho’s ear. “You want to start supper and I’ll help you when I get there?”
Good thing it was a rhetorical question ‘cause Jae wouldn’t be able to answer anyway. He was feeling so intense, so close. “Oh, and make sure you and Changmin are done before we get back. I don’t want to end up walking in on your naked asses!” Yunho hung up just as Jae started cumming. His un-contained cry of pleasure ringing out into only two sets of ears.
He sensed Max get up but laid there spent, enjoying the mellow feeling drifting through his muscles. Changmin sat down with two bowls and Jae sat up pulling his boxers back up. He set the glass of wine and his phone up on the side table. He didn’t touch his bowl yet, but instead looked Max directly in the eyes.
“They’re just coming back now. It takes ten minutes, but Yunho doesn’t want to catch us doing anything.” The challenge of 'do we have time?' was not lost on Changmin and he hurried to unbutton his pants.