as the saying goes, you're my better half (part 1/?)

[keyhun]

rating: nc-17
pairing: yunho/jaejoong
length: ~10100 wc
summary: yunjae college au


So maybe Jaejoong underestimated what it would mean to be a second year college student with a science major. Maybe he was unimpressed with the amount of unmotivated, lazy assholes in his first year intro courses and wasn’t expecting much change in his second year.

He had never been more wrong.

The first year seemed to have weeded out all the weak ones, and now only the strong remained. The strong-those who were willing to put everything on the line for the future they dreamed of. And Jaejoong was in competition with all of them.

Suddenly every free weekend was no longer free-instead it was hours and hours in the library, trying to finish every last practice problem or memorize every question off of old tests.

Suddenly it was entertaining (but not quite seriously considering) the notion of seducing professors for an A.

It wasn’t all bad, though. Jaejoong was fortunate enough to have a few friends that he could study with. Sometimes with Yoochun or Changmin, his friends from high school. Other times with Yunho, one of the guys from his lab, and sometimes with Junsu or Kibum or any of the other people from his various classes. They’d sit quietly next to one another and pore over the material, asking questions in whispers when there was something they didn’t understand.

And the best part was when they would both reach their limit at the end of a long evening and look up at each other and sigh, then shut their textbooks and pack up their things before heading home.

Yeah, having friends definitely made the life of a nerd a lot better.

Autumn used to be Jaejoong’s favorite season. All throughout childhood, and even high school, even though it meant returning to school and giving up summer months of all day play. He could never really pinpoint why he liked it so much, but it always made him feel peaceful.

In college, though, fall meant one thing: midterms. The biggest cause of stress in a college student’s life-maybe even more than finals because at least for finals there were dedicated study days.

Jaejoong began staying later and later each night in the library, trying to review and memorize as much as he could. Junsu sat there next to him, forehead resting in one hand, eyes glaring wide at his textbook, not really absorbing much. Jaejoong was beginning to lose focus, too, but he couldn’t give up just yet. He had to make it through just a few more sections in his physiology textbook and then he could call it a night.

He heard Junsu’s stomach grumble and his mouth quirked up in a smile. “Go eat something,” he said, “you’re not going to be able to concentrate like this.”

Junsu mumbled a quick “yeah, you’re right,” and started to pack up his stuff. As he shoved his last folder into his backpack Yunho came by holding two cups of coffee.

“Hey Junsu, hey Jaejoong. You guys still at it?”

Junsu yawns and shakes his head. “Nah, I was just heading out.” Then he eyes the two cups suspiciously and a grin spreads across his face. Jaejoong doesn’t notice, as he’s already muttered his quick, polite greeting and returned to reading his book.

Junsu says good night and leaves. Yunho sits down where Junsu was and sets down his backpack. “Hey, you’ve been staying really late these days. Are you getting enough sleep?”

Jaejoong blinks and turns to look at Yunho. “Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Have you been forgetting to eat again?” Yunho says, amusement in his eyes.

Jaejoong blinks twice. “Wait, what the hell? How did you know I do that?”

Yunho rolls his eyes. “Everyone knows you do that. It’s not like I just met you yesterday.”

Jaejoong laughs awkwardly. “Well, now that I think about it, I might have forgotten to eat a couple of meals in the past week,” but they both know it’s a lot more than that.

Yunho sighs as he takes out his laptop and opens up his online homework.

“Oh, by the way, I got you this,” he says, handing Jaejoong one of the coffee cups. “I thought you might need it since you’re always so stubborn about staying up until you’ve finished studying.”

Jaejoong accepts the cup and grins. “That’s…really nice of you, Yunho. Thanks!”

Yunho sucks in a breath and clears his throat. “Um, yeah, no problem. I didn’t know what you liked so I just got something with caramel in it because, you know, we learned in biology that people tend to crave sweet things when they’re stressed.”

Jaejoong tilts his head to the side. “Isn’t it carbs?”

Yunho blinks, then lets out a sigh. “Fuck, I need to study.”

Jaejoong laughs and sips his coffee. “It’s good,” he says, and they work together until midnight.

Midterms draw nearer and Jaejoong is just barely holding himself together. He pretends not to notice the thickening amounts of hair that come out when he combs it in the morning and on Wednesday he realizes he hasn’t eaten more than one piece of toast in the last 24 hours. He sighs and plops his head down onto his textbook, black-rimmed glasses pushing against the bridge of his nose uncomfortably.

“Okay there?”

Jaejoong looks up and Yunho’s standing there, carrying two blessed cups of ramen, still steaming hot. Jaejoong’s mouth waters and his stomach grumbles.

“I’m-uh-fine, just, what’s that?”

Yunho bites back laughter. “Food. Which you desperately need,” he says, handing Jaejoong one.

He takes a bite and almost moans. It’s the extra-spicy kind, his favorite.

“I know you’re stressed out but try to keep up with meals, okay?” Yunho says. Jaejoong looks to him but Yunho’s already got his earphones plugged in and is scribbling through some complicated physics problem.

“Yeah, okay,” he responds quietly.

It’s a week before exams and Jaejoong, Yoochun and Yunho are studying together on the top floor of the library, tucked away in a quiet study corner by a huge window. Yoochun sighs and stretches back against his chair and gazes longingly out the window.

“Fall is so beautiful. I don’t want to be stuck in this library, I want to go outside and stroll through a park with the love of my life. You know when the summer heat breaks and you just step outside one morning and you feel that first cool breeze of autumn? Man, I live for that. I swear it’s like-”

“Fucking fake deep lit majors,” Yunho mutters under his breath, causing Jaejoong to burst out laughing. Everyone else in the corner turns toward the three and says “SHH.”

“Rude!” Yoochun scoffs.

“If you really want to do that then by all means please do,” Yunho pleads, “but for god’s sake please let me study.”

Yoochun sighs dramatically. “Fine, rot in here forever while I go taste the crisp, sweet scents of an oncoming autumn.”

“Bye!” Yunho says, not looking up from his books.

Jaejoong laughs again, falling against his desk.

Yoochun leaves and Jaejoong catches his breath. It’s been a few weeks since he’s laughed that hard and it was nothing if not refreshing. He looks out the window, then, too, and briefly thinks that he was just like Yoochun not even a full two years ago.

“I really like fall, too,” Jaejoong finds himself saying aloud.

Yunho looks up. “Yeah?”

Jaejoong blushes when he realizes he spoke his thoughts. “Y-yeah, I mean, it’s nice.”

Yunho smiles. “It is. We should enjoy it, too. But after exams, okay?”

Jaejoong nods as his heart flutters just the tiniest bit. “Sounds good.”

The night before Jaejoong’s first midterm he promises himself he won’t sleep too late. It’s 9 p.m. and he’s at the library, reviewing his notes one last time before he’s going to call it a night. All of Changmin’s stuff is in the space to his left, but Changmin himself had gone downstairs for a bit to print off some labs. Jaejoong shakes his head and forces himself to focus as he makes sure he has every function of every part of the nephron memorized. He’s already sure he knows all of it but one last review can’t hurt. His eyes scan over the notes and start feeling heavy. He rests his forehead on his notes for just a minute and before he knows it, someone’s shaking his shoulder and whispering his name, asking him to get up.

“Jaejoong, hey, Jaejoong, go back home and go to sleep.”

Jaejoong really, really doesn’t want to wake up. He makes some kind of childish whining noise and hears a chuckle.

“Come on, Jaejoong, get up. You can’t sleep in the library.”

Jaejoong opens his eyes and panics. He’s not done studying, he has to review it one last time or else he’ll fail out of college. He has to make sure he knows it like the back of his hand or else-

“Woah, okay, Jaejoong, calm down. Just take a deep breath.”

Jaejoong breathes and sees Yunho standing over him. Changmin still hasn’t returned from the printers.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Dunno, just got here. You should go back home now and go to bed.”

Jaejoong shakes his head. “I’m almost done studying, really.”

Yunho rolls his eyes and grabs Jaejoong’s notes. “You already know this stuff, man. Come on, just call it a night already.”

Jaejoong reluctantly finds himself acquiescing and stuffs his things in his backpack before bidding a gruff goodnight to Yunho and heading out.

“Good luck, Jae. You’ll do fine,” Yunho calls after him, not looking up from his laptop.

Jaejoong walks home with a smile on his face.

The first half of the week passes without a problem, naturally. All that consistent studying paid off in full. But it’s nearing the end of the week and Jaejoong still has one final problem to face: his differential equations exam.

If there’s one thing Jaejoong has never had confidence in no matter how hard he tried, it’s math. Especially difficult, specialized, higher level math. It was his worst enemy and he needed all the help he could get.

“Hey Changmin,” Jaejoong asks one day, “would you be willing to spend a few hours with me studying for the diff.e exam?”

Changmin looks up from his textbook incredulously. “Today? In the middle of exam week? Are you serious?”

Jaejoong swallows. “Uh, yeah, maybe not. Sorry.”

Changmin sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “No, I’m sorry. I’d like to help you but I’m swamped since I never managed to get enough studying done ahead of time like you do. Ask Yunho, though, he might be able to help.”

Jaejoong raises an eyebrow. Yunho was in Differential Equations?

He finds the other student on the third floor of the library doing practice physics problems.

“Hey Yunho.”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Uh, I’ve got a favor to ask.”

“Shoot.”

“Can you help me study for the Diff.E exam? I’m always shit at math and this is the last math class I have to take so I wanna make sure I don’t screw it up.”

Yunho looks at his watch. “Sure, go reserve a study room and text me the room number and I’ll meet you there.”

Jaejoong grins with relief. “Thanks so much Yunho, I owe you one.”

“So you’ve pretty much got all the material down except for the two chapters we’ve just learned. Yeah, those are kind of tough. I was hoping it wasn’t going to be on the midterm,” Yunho murmurs.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know you were taking this class, much less the same professor. Sucks we’re not in the same section,” Jaejoong groans.

Yunho’s mouth quirks in a smile. “Why, so you could copy my homework and ask me to take notes for you while you skip?”

Jaejoong laughs and plays along. “Yeah, of course, why else?”

Yunho rolls his eyes and shoves another practice problem at Jaejoong. “Just do this one. If you can get it right we’ll call it a night.”

Jaejoong stares at the sheet helplessly. Then looks back up at Yunho, eyes wide. “I’m going to fail,” he whispers.

The other boy laughs. “No you’re not, here, let me show you,” Yunho says, and reaches over Jaejoong’s arm to start working out the problem.

Jaejoong is suddenly hyperaware of their close proximity. His heart beats a bit faster as Yunho’s scent emanates off his soft sweater in gentle waves and leaves Jaejoong’s mouth dry. Jaejoong pushes up his glasses and turns to look at Yunho, suddenly not hearing anything about the problem Yunho is explaining anymore. Instead, Jaejoong’s gaze roves over Yunho’s tired yet handsome face, settling on his lips that move slightly and very delicately despite his clearly enunciated words.

“Jaejoong?” Yunho asks quietly, noticing the look on his face.

Jaejoong can’t respond. Something’s caught in his throat.

And then Yunho’s leaning in, and Jaejoong is too, slowly but at equal paces, until their noses are just brushing against each other and they can taste each other’s breath. They close in, and then their lips are touching, just barely. Jaejoong’s heart flutters faster than ever and he rests one hand lightly on Yunho’s side. Yunho reciprocates by increasing the pressure of his lips against Jaejoong’s by just a fraction. It’s slow and incredibly soft. Jaejoong’s lips are plush and supple and Yunho loves the feel of them under his own. They stay unmoving for another moment before Jaejoong pulls back, trying to calm his breathing. His cheeks are red and it looks lovely across his skin.

He clears his throat. “You don’t-I mean, I assumed you had a girlfriend?”

Yunho tilts his head to the side. “No, I’m definitely gay.”

“Ah,” Jaejoong says mildly, but he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face.

Yunho chuckles. “Anyways, we can talk about this later. We will talk about this later, but right now, you have a midterm tomorrow.”

Jaejoong pouts. “How am I supposed to concentrate like this?”

Yunho smiles. “Try.”

Jaejoong is nothing if not serious about his studies so he pushes away the thoughts of Yunho likes me Yunho kissed me holy shit do I have a boyfriend now, or no wait, what if he just kissed me to try it out what if that meant nothing and focuses on his exam.

It goes by painlessly and Jaejoong runs out of the exam room feeling free as a bird.

Yunho walks out of the neighboring exam room and Jaejoong smiles shyly. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.”

Jaejoong really wants to take Yunho’s hand and walk around campus with him and enjoy their freedom but he doesn’t know how Yunho will react so he holds back.

“I seem to remember suggesting we enjoy your favorite season after our exams were over,” Yunho says.

Jaejoong smiles widely. “Can we?”

“Yes, please.”

They take the bus to the apple orchards outside of town wrapped in coats and scarves. Jaejoong has one thing on his mind: is this his first date with Yunho?

He really doesn’t want to make anything too awkward so he holds back all his questions, and instead they walk together through the orchards. The air gets chillier as the sun begins to descend from its peak in the sky but it’s not uncomfortably cold. In the front sections there are families with small children and couples enjoying the weather. It makes Jaejoong’s heart feel warm and fuzzy. He and Yunho make small talk about the things around them and laugh occasionally about something Junsu said.

As the walk deeper into the orchard the crowds thin and the rows of trees thicken. Yunho picks an apple and hands it to Jaejoong. Jaejoong doesn’t know if they’re allowed to do that, but since the deed is already done he says thanks and takes a bite. It’s sweet and juicy and perks him up. Soon enough, there’s hardly anyone around and Jaejoong can’t hold in his questions anymore.

“So, uh, Yunho? I was thinking we could talk about, you know, the stuff we said we’d talk about when we-before the diff.E exam-I mean, or if you don’t want to-”

“I like you, Jaejoong.”

Jaejoong’s heart nearly stops.

Yunho takes a step closer and holds one of Jaejoong’s cold hands in his warmer ones, looking down between them.

“I’d like to go out with you, if that’s okay. I don’t think you like me as much as I like you right now, but I don’t think you dislike me either. So I’d like to be your boyfriend.”

Jaejoong knows he shouldn’t ask this, that it’ll make him seem like he’s needy and attention whore-y but he can’t help asking, “Why?”

Yunho glances to the side, obviously flustered. The chilly autumn winds prick his cheeks and leave them red.

“Is there ever one reason why you like someone? It’s just, everything about you really. I like it all.”

Jaejoong steps closer and looks up at Yunho. “I like you too, Yunho. Maybe I didn’t realize it as soon as you did, but I do like you.”

A grin breaks across Yunho’s face. He huffs a sigh of relief and it comes out in a chilly white puff.

“So, you’ll go out with me?”

Jaejoong nods. “Yeah, I’d love to.”

Yunho leans down the rest of the way and their noses brush like the first time and it’s taunting, so achingly sweet the way their faces move about each other’s before their lips finally meet again, like they were puzzle pieces missing their other half. Yunho presses his lips against Jaejoong and he groans, pressing his body up against Yunho as he slides his arms around Jaejoong’s thin waist, supporting him as their knees grow weaker with every kiss.

Jaejoong pulls back a fraction of an inch. “What if someone sees us,” he gasps.

Yunho captures his lips again. “I don’t care,” he growls, and flicks his tongue between Jaejoong’s lips. They pull back a second later, cheeks flushed.

Jaejoong laughs with delight and takes Yunho’s hand. They start to walk back until Jaejoong yells “race you to the entrance!” and takes off.

Yunho grins and breaks into a sprint, competitive spirit and giddy happiness driving his legs faster and faster until they’re neck and neck. At some point Jaejoong trips and falls on a thick bed of leaves, unhurt, laughing hysterically. Yunho rushes to him to make sure he’s all right and Jaejoong just screams “I’m fine!” and wraps his hands around Yunho’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss, long and sensual without even using his tongue, just moving his mouth against Yunho’s. He gets back up slowly, still distracting Yunho with his mouth and then pushes the other man down, and takes off running again.

“Cheater!” Yunho calls after him.

They rush to the entrance and skid to a stop, panting for breath, smiles wide and childish. Jaejoong leans into Yunho’s side as he catches his breath and Yunho thinks Jaejoong has never looked so beautiful. His dark eyes glitter in the setting sun’s light and his windswept black hair frames his red cheeks and fair skin in the most picturesque way. Yunho fleetingly wishes he was a fake deep lit major like Yoochun so he could think of the proper words to describe the way Jaejoong looks, the way he feels right now. But he’s not, and he can’t, so he just leans in and whispers “you’re beautiful,” low and sweet in Jaejoong’s ear and then leaves a feather-light kiss on his cheekbone.

Jaejoong blushes harder and grips Yunho’s hand tightly, interlacing their fingers as they head for the bus stop.

It’s dark by the time they get on the bus, so they sit in the back and Jaejoong is tired so he hesitantly rests his head on Yunho’s shoulder, as if asking for permission and Yunho responds by wrapping his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulders and pulling him closer, fitting him snugly into his side. Jaejoong smiles and rests, breathing in Yunho’s warmth the whole way back into the city.

When they get off it’s cold, so they stop for coffee. There’s no one else in the small, homely café, so they let their fingertips touch in the middle of the table. Jaejoong smiles behind his large, white ceramic mug and Yunho’s stomach flips at the sight. The coffee is sweet and warm. Outside, leaves the color of the sunset fall in rapid flurries, matching the pace of Yunho’s madly fluttering heart.

Yunho walks with Jaejoong to his dorm and says good night at the front. He wants a kiss but he doesn’t want to make Jaejoong uncomfortable in case someone sees them, but Jaejoong doesn’t seem to care because he cranes his neck up to peck Yunho’s cheek before whispering “good night” in Yunho’s ear and slinking off.

Yunho feels on top of the world.

Best day ever, he thinks to himself, and heads to his own dorm.

Thirty minutes later, Yunho steps out of the shower, muscles relaxed and heart still fluttering. He rolls into bed and checks his phone. There’s a text from Jaejoong.

I had a great time with you today~ -Jaejoong

Me too ^^ Let’s go out together again soon -Yunho

>////< Yes please -Jaejoong

You’re so cute -Yunho

Slkfjalskdj;alkf -Jaejoong

You are~ -Yunho

Well, you are very handsome >///< -Jaejoong

>////< -Yunho

Haha, you’re cute too ^^ -Jaejoong

Thanks~ -Yunho

Sleepy? -Jaejoong

Yeah, but I like talking to you -Yunho

>////////< -Jaejoong

Haha, you must be tired. You ran really fast today -Yunho

It was so fun! I never get to do stuff like that -Jaejoong

I know, you’re always in the library -Yunho

So are you! -Jaejoong

True -Yunho

So let’s definitely do that again -Jaejoong

It’s a date ^^ -Yunho

>////< -Jaejoong

Good night Jaejoongie <3 -Yunho

Good night…Yunho-yah~ -Jaejoong

Yunho blushes and shuts off his phone. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to fall asleep tonight. But eventually, he drifts off, pleasant memories from the day playing behind his eyelids.

Yunho steps out of his classroom at the end of the period as is greeted by a wild-eyed Jaejoong running towards him, a smile on his face.

“Yunho-yah! Guess what?”

“What’s up, Jaejoong?”

Jaejoong stops just in front of Yunho, grinning widely. “I ACED that diff.E exam! And it’s all thanks to you.”

Yunho laughs. “No, I don’t think it is. You already knew most of it before I helped you out.”

Jaejoong shakes his head. “Still, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to do well if you hadn’t helped me out.”

“So, how should we celebrate?” Yunho asks.

“Uh, well I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’s too soon…”

Yunho’s eyes widen. He couldn’t already be talking about…

“Wanna go stargazing with me?”

“Huh? O-oh. Um. Yeah, sure. Sounds great. Hahaha.”

Jaejoong eyes him warily but chuckles anyways. “Great,” he says, “then Saturday night?”

“Yoochun, help.”

“What’s wrong, man?”

Yunho lifts his head up from his desk, stares at Yoochun, then puts his head back down.

“I like him way more than I should.”

Yoochun raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you two dating? What’s wrong with liking your own boyfriend?”

Yunho groans and rests his forehead in his palm. “No, as in like, we literally just started going out a week ago and he’s all I think about all the time. Fuck.”

The other boy flashes a greasy smile. “Someone’s in love.”

“Fuck, don’t even say that word yet. Isn’t it like, some rule of adult relationships that you can’t use that word until like 5 months in? Or something?”

Yoochun looks severely offended. “I mean yeah you don’t want to scare the other person off or anything but there’s no such rule. And if there is it’s stupid.”

“I just want to hold him all the time. Wanna run my fingers through his hair and kiss him so bad. I used to be addicted to that game on my phone, now I don’t even play it in class anymore. I just fantasize about our next date.”

Yoochun whistles. “I’m sure he feels the same way…?”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Yeah, kind of. People don’t usually fall this hard this fast.”

Yunho gives up on holding his head up and lets it fall back onto the desk for the next hour.

Saturday comes too quickly and not fast enough. Yunho doesn’t really know what one wears to go stargazing-should be something comfortable, right, or should he dress up because he wants to impress, or should that not matter because he wants Jaejoong to like him whether or not he dresses up-fuck.

“Dude, you’ve been staring at your closet for 5 minutes. You’re freaking me out,” Changmin calls from the desk chair.

Yunho turns around. “Why are you in my room?”

Changmin shrugs. “Wi-fi was out at my dorm. I have online homework.”

“…the library?”

“Gross,” Changmin mutters, and continues to do his “online homework” which looks suspiciously like a certain MMORPG he’s addicted to.

“If you’re not actually studying then help me pick something?”

Changmin almost growls. “Are you fucking kidding me, hyung? Are you sixteen? And female? Wear anything. I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

And then Yunho fucking pouts. “Changminnie, I’m sorry, I just. I’m nervous.”

Changmin scoffs and gets up. He picks something off a hanger and shoves it at Yunho. “There, wear that. Just go and let me use all your bandwidth.”

Yunho looks down at the articles of clothing in his hands and blinks. He’d have to trust Changmin on this one.

He meets Jaejoong by the bus stop and is greeted with peals of pleasantly surprised laughter.

“You look nice.”

Yunho groans. “It’s too much, isn’t it?” he demands, instantly feeling embarrassed by his semi-formal attire next to Jaejoong’s totally casual look.

Jaejoong shakes his head and greets Yunho with a kiss to the blushing cheek. “No, it’s perfect,” he says, and takes Yunho’s hand as they wait.

When they arrive at the observatory there aren’t many people there. Yunho and Jaejoong take their time milling around and looking at the other exhibits before taking turns at the huge telescopes and sighing with awe at the stars and planets. Then they walk to the nearby hill and climb to the top and try to look at whatever stars they can see despite bright city lights. They sit on the winter-withered grass and huddle together against the chilling winds.

Jaejoong leans his head onto Yunho’s shoulder and Yunho feels his heart beat in overtime.

“I like you a lot, Yunho,” Jaejoong whispers.

Yunho swallows his nerves and kisses Jaejoong’s hair. “You, too, Jaejoong.”

“I don’t…usually bring people to look at the stars with me. It’s special. It’s something I used to do with my family.”

To say Yunho was “touched” would be an understatement. He rubs his hand up and down Jaejoong’s arm and presses a kiss to Jaejoong’s hair, trying to express the words of gratitude that die on his tongue.

They sit there in silence for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes, looking at the stars, looking over the city, watching the lights in various windows of various buildings turn off one by one by one as the night goes on. Jaejoong moves closer, as close as possible, and allows his nose to rest against the crook of Yunho’s neck.

Yunho tries to focus on the city skyline but he can’t, really, not with Jaejoong so close and so real against his side, on his neck. Yunho swallows nervously and the sound reverberates in his ear. He’s sure Jaejoong can see his Adam’s apple move with the action and he feels even more self-conscious, too aware of Jaejoong’s soft skin against his own.

Then, like a scene out of a movie, something sparkles across the inky sky.

“A shooting star,” Jaejoong murmurs in amazement.

“I’ve never seen one,” Yunho manages.

“Me either. Make a wish, Yunho.”

Yunho couldn’t think of a wish right now if he wanted to, not with Jaejoong’s dark eyes boring into his.

Instead he leans down slowly and presses his lips against Jaejoong’s and feels a million shooting stars flit through his veins. And even more thrilling than that, he feels Jaejoong smile into their kiss.

Weeks pass and they become used to one another. Become accustomed to sharing kisses a few times a day, studying together, and enjoying the other’s presence.

But Yunho never fails to surprise Jaejoong once in a while. It’s never anything too big-maybe a spontaneous neck rub after hours spent looking down at a textbook. Maybe a couple bracelet handmade from colorful threads (”I looked it up on Youtube…I thought they’d be cute.” “They are. You are. Thank you.”).

Jaejoong never knows what do or say in return. Yunho is always so sweet, he feels at a loss. All he can say is “thank you” over and over again, feeling stupid.

One day, when they’re saying good bye for the night Jaejoong tugs at Yunho’s sleeve.

He turns around, a puzzled look on his face.

Jaejoong chews on his lip and looks down, adjusts his glasses. He’s never been great at articulating his feelings, but this needs to be said.

Yunho is patient, as always. He waits, swinging their joined hands back and forth.

“Yunho, I have to tell you something.”

A pause. A few breaths.

“You have done so much for me. I know we’ve only been dating a few months but I wanted to tell you this.”

Yunho stills. He brings a hand to cup Jaejoong’s cheek and presses their foreheads together. Patient. Sweet. Always gentle.

Jaejoong forgets any doubts and takes a breath. “I love you, Yunho.”

“I love you, too, Jaejoong.” and he proceeds to kiss the life out of his boyfriend.

Of course, things weren’t always perfect between them. They fought on occasion, just like any couple would fight. Sometimes they fought about petty things. Jaejoong would be extra tired in the morning and Yunho would be too chipper and Jaejoong would groan and ask him to please shut up for just a moment and Yunho would frown and settle into his corner of the library study room and work quietly. Then Jaejoong would realize how rude he sounded and approach Yunho with a pout on his lips and an apology muffin from the food court downstairs and it would be okay.

Soemtimes Jaejoong would get mad when Yunho would buy him too many things. He knew that Yunho was working long hours at the gym to start saving up for whatever his future might hold. Jaejoong never had to worry about money. He didn’t like when Yunho would chip into his own savings to buy Jaejoong a nice, brand name wallet for his birthday; didn’t like when Yunho insisted on paying for their dinner at a fancy, high-class restaurant on their four month anniversary.

Eventually he voiced his concern and Yunho looked angry. He tried to control the shaking in his voice and calmly explain that he liked doing things for Jaejoong, that it made him feel like he was worth something in this relationship. Jaejoong would ball his fists and ask why, why did he have to pay for so many expensive things to feel like he was worth something? Am I not doing a good enough job making you feel loved? Jaejoong asked. Yunho shook his head and looked to the side. I just want to treat you right. I just wanna keep you happy. Jaejoong’s heart melts then and he takes Yunho’s face in his hands.

“Yunho, you make me incredibly happy. I couldn’t ask for more than you. But sometimes, let me pay for things, okay? I want to treat you right, too.”

Yunho nods and places his hand over Jaejoong’s, then leans in for the kiss.

After that argument, Yunho allows Jaejoong to pay for exactly half of of their dates. He keeps count carefully so that the balance never tips one way or the other. Jaejoong finds it endearing but still hopes that one day they’ll be able to discuss money more comfortably.

Jaejoong notices that Yunho’s been cutting back on some of his non-Jaejoong related expenditures, though. He doesn’t drink coffee nearly as much as he used to, and he’s been working more shifts at the gym. Jaejoong wonders what he might be saving up for, if he’s saving up for anything in particular at all.

In March, the frozen ground finally begins to melt. Jaejoong and Yunho find the courage to be together in public and have no more qualms about holding hands or stealing quick kisses between classes. Some people look at them with disgust, though Jaejoong has a sneaking suspicion it’s because they’re single and jealous more than being disgusted with gay couples. The looks of disgust are a minority behind the largely welcoming crowd of friends and professors who think it’s adorable and perfect that two of the brightest, most hardworking, and most handsome boys of the year are in love with each other. They really couldn’t ask for a better environment. Even Jaejoong’s roommate, Junho, doesn’t mind when he has Yunho over and they take naps together on Jaejoong’s bed. Not that he should, seeing as Junho and his girlfriend have done much more than take an innocent nap together in his and Jaejoong’s dorm room.

College, however, is a bubble of supportive people who want to see young people grow and bloom and reach the sky with their accomplishments.

At home there are old, decaying people who envy the young and beautiful and their ability to feel love and all the remaining years of their lives that they can make something of. That envy translates to disgust and disdain so Jaejoong hides from them, and he hides Yunho from them, and pretends that everything is fine when Yunho asks about family and maybe meeting them someday.

“Yeah, maybe,” Jaejoong murmurs, and Yunho looks confused but doesn’t push.

On the morning of their six-month anniversary, Yunho greets Jaejoong just outside his dormitory with a stuffed elephant and a kiss.

“Yunho,” Jaejoong chides, “people might see.”

“So what?” Yunho says, and kisses Jaejoong again. “I have plans for us tonight. Are you free?”

Jaejoong clutches the stuffed animal to his chest. It’s velvety soft under his fingers. “Yes. What do you have planned?”

“You’ll see.”

After class, Yunho and Jaejoong neglect their studies for a long walk around the lake just a few blocks away from their university. They talk about little things, recalling anecdotes about their friends and teachers and the silly things they said or did. Jaejoong finds a patch of ground covered with flowers and lies down on it, stretching his limbs out and enjoying the feeling of sunshine on his face.

Yunho settles onto his side next to Jaejoong, just looking at him.

“Are you going to tell me what you have planned for tonight yet?” Jaejoong asks.

“No. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Jaejoong pouts. “I’m too curious. Can’t you give me a hint?”

“Nice try, but no.”

Jaejoong narrows his eyes. “Oh really?” Then he pounces and attacks Yunho with his fiercest tickling techniques. Yunho howls with laughter and is soon gasping for breath, trying to block Jaejoong’s fast fingers and begging him to stop.

“I’ll stop if you give me a hint!” Jaejoong yells back.

“N-never! You’ll never get it out of me!”

Jaejoong growls and furrows his fingers into Yunho’s super-sensitive sides. Yunho almost knees Jaejoong in the face.

“Tell me!”

“No!” Yunho screams and catches Jaejoong’s hands, holding them tightly so they can’t escape his grip. He catches his breath, tears falling out of his eyes from laughing too hard.

“Why not?” Jaejoong pouts.

Yunho glances around to make sure no one is looking, then pulls Jaejoong close, embracing him tenderly. He places several slow, soft kisses up Jaejoong’s jawline and stops just by his ear. Then he whispers in a low, enticing voice: “It’s a secret.”

“Yunhooo, where are we going?” Jaejoong whines. Since leaving the lake, they had been walking for thirty minutes and Jaejoong still has no idea where they were going or what Yunho had planned.

“We’re almost there!” Yunho says. He sounds really excited, and it makes Jaejoong all the more curious.

Holding fast to Jaejoong’s hand, Yunho pulls his boyfriend along happily. Although Jaejoong is burning with curiosity, he’s enjoying himself. The weather is perfect and the sunset is beautiful as they walk to wherever it is Yunho is taking him. And holding hands with Yunho always makes Jaejoong happy. He can’t believe it’s been six months since they’d started dating. It had gone by so fast. Jaejoong thinks back on all the fun times they’ve had together and all the sweet things they had done for each other and realizes he will likely never have enough of Yunho’s company. It fills his heart with fondness.

Yunho suddenly stops and turns to face Jaejoong. “We’ll be arriving there in the next five minutes. Jaejoong…I really hope it doesn’t disappoint you. I planned carefully for it and I-why are you looking at me like that?”

Jaejoong smiles. He’s not sure what expression he has on his face right now but judging from Yunho’s reaction it’s probably a cheesy, romantic one.

“Yunho,” he sighs happily, “you’ve never disappointed me. I love you, and I’m happy to celebrate six months of our relationship with anything you have planned. Whatever it is, I already love it.”

Swelling with joy at Jaejoong’s words, Yunho pulls him in roughly for a tight, drawn-out hug, passerby’s stares be damned.

The place they end up at is a huge room in a five-star hotel furnished with classy tables and cabinets on top of which stand beautiful roses and ice buckets with bottles of wine chilling in them. And in the center of the room lies a king-sized bed with gold and red bedding and down pillows at its head.

“Yunho…what is all this?” Jaejoong asks, totally in awe. He hasn’t let go of Yunho’s hand once since they’ve left the lake.

“It’s my gift to us for being committed to each other for six months.” Yunho confesses, scratching the back of his head with his free hand shyly.

Jaejoong turns to him and smiles, eyes turning up into moon-shaped crescents. “Thank you. It must have cost you a fortune. I’ll enjoy it tonight.”

Yunho blushes and his eyes widen. “L-listen Jaejoong, just because I bought the room for tonight, I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything. Nothing like that at all okay, we can just talk and share the bed and cuddle. We don’t need to do anything else, okay?”

A laugh escapes Jaejoong’s lips. He traces a finger down Yunho’s neck, trailing onto his sternum and then upper abdomen. “But what if I want to do something else?”

Yunho gulps audibly. “W-well, th-that would be understandable. I mean, the reason I thought of this for our six months is because I’m p-pretty sure you’ve been dropping hints that you wanted to take our relationship to the next level…”

“Mmm, you’re right, I have been trying to hint at it.”

Yunho takes a deep breath. “I’m going to shower first. I’m sweaty from walking so much today.”

Jaejoong makes his eyes wide and innocent. “Can I join you?”

Good lord, Yunho thinks he’s going to be the death of me. “Please do.”

The bathroom is no less stunning than the bedroom. It’s wide and spacey, with a large shower stall. The walls and countertops are an elegant tan granite and everything is sparkling clean.

Jaejoong pushes himself up to sit on the counter and raises his arms.

“What are you doing?” Yunho asks.

“Take off my clothes.” Jaejoong responds.

Oh my god. Yunho’s brain begins short-circuiting. He steps up to Jaejoong and runs his fingers down Jaejoong’s sides, then tucks his fingers under the hem of Jaejoong’s sweater. Unable to control himself, he attacks Jaejoong’s lips, kissing him fervently.

Jaejoong moans into it and wraps his legs around Yunho’s waist, kicking off his shoes and allowing them to fall onto the ground. Yunho steps out of his own as well, never breaking from Jaejoong’s mouth. He traces in between the soft lips with his tongue and Jaejoong parts them willingly. Yunho continues to feel the skin around Jaejoong’s hips and sides and stomach with his hands, scarcely believing how smooth the skin is. Yunho then realizes that Jaejoong is tugging at the back of his t-shirt, trying to get it off. He breaks the kiss and examines Jaejoong’s lips-they’re red from being kissed so much, as are his cheeks. Yunho feels his stomach churning with excitement and forgets everything else. He pulls his t-shirt over his head and throws it with force into a corner, then returns to kissing Jaejoong.

With every other person Yunho had dated, kissing had quickly grown tiresome. Maybe it was because Yunho was younger and hornier when he’d dated in the past, but he also suspected it had something to do with a lack of emotional connection to his previous partners. With Jaejoong, however, kissing had yet to grow old.

He kisses Jaejoong now, with all the passion and fervor of their very first kiss. His hands trail up underneath Jaejoong’s sweater until they reach his nipples. Yunho presses against them and lightly drags his nails across them, causing Jaejoong to break away to moan sharply. Unable to access Jaejoong’s lips, Yunho moves his mouth to Jaejoong’s neck, alternating between sucking and biting and the cream-colored flesh there.

“Aah-Yunho, w-what happened t-to showering?”

Yunho wraps one arm around Jaejoong’s tiny waist and uses the other to play with a nipple (the pierced one). “You’re so distracting,” he growls, “I almost forgot about it.”

“Well remember because you’re right, we both stink.”

Yunho laughs at that, breaking away from Jaejoong’s tempting body to finally start removing their clothing.

“Arms up,” he coos. Jaejoong lifts his arms like a child and Yunho pulls his sweater and shirt off in one go. Jaejoong swings his legs back and forth, letting Yunho know he’s to take off Jaejoong’s pants as well. Yunho is suddenly very aware of the fact that for all they’ve done in the past six months, they’ve never been entirely naked. They’ve jerked each other off before, even given each other blowjobs at some point in time, but for some reason they’d always had some articles of clothing still on. Yunho’s ready for that to change.

He leans down and presses a kiss to the skin just below Jaejoong’s navel, then unbuttons and unzips Jaejoong’s black skinny jeans. He hooks his fingers inside Jaejoong’s underwear and tugs down. Jaejoong stands and Yunho pulls his pants and boxers all the way down. Placing his hands on Yunho’s shoulders for support, Jaejoong steps out of them.

Yunho rises slowly, meeting Jaejoong’s eyes with a stare so full of reverence it’s hard not to look away.

“You’re beautiful.”

Jaejoong kisses him. “You’re so kind to me. I was stupid to be scared about being naked in front of you.”

Yunho kisses him back. “I’d be crazy to think you’re anything but beautiful. You’re so lovely,” he sighs.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Jaejoong says with a wink, then makes quick work of Yunho’s pants and boxers, adding them to the pile of their clothing on the floor. He stays down for a minute, kissing Yunho’s thighs. He looks up at Yunho through long, dark eyelashes, grinning slyly.

“You tease,” Yunho groans. “Let’s shower now please.”

It’s an experience, being totally bared to one another for the first time. There’s nothing in between their bodies when they hold each other close to kiss, to stroke each other’s backs. Once they’ve both washed their skin and hair, they waste god knows how much water just standing together under the hot spray, kissing and licking each other’s damp skin.

Yunho mouths at the wet juncture of Jaejoong’s neck and shoulder, carding his fingers through Jaejoong’s damp black hair. He discovers that this spot is particularly sensitive because Jaejoong is moaning breathily and digging his fingers into Yunho’s back.

“You taste good,” Yunho says.

“Hmm…” is all the response Jaejoong can get out. Yunho moves back to Jaejoong’s face, kissing his unmarred, perfect cheeks, nose, eyelids and forehead. Then he spins Jaejoong around, keeping one arm around his waist, and uses the other to wrap his hand around Jaejoong’s cock.

“Oh Yunho,” Jaejoong groans. “Yes, please.”

“Your wish is my command, Jaejoong.”

Jaejoong lets out a breathless laugh that turns into a series of pants when Yunho begins to stroke him slowly.

“Am I doing it the way you like?” Yunho purrs into his ear. “Or should I change something?”

“G-Grip it tighter, it won’t hurt,” Jaejoong stammers. “And f-faster.”

Yunho attaches his mouth to Jaejoong’s neck again and works the flesh between his teeth and tongue. He uses the dispensers on the wall of the shower to get some shower gel in his hand and then grips Jaejoong’s cock just a little bit tighter. It’s already half-hard and flushed red just like the rest of Jaejoong’s body. Yunho strokes it at a quicker pace, occasionally thumbing the head and coming away from it with drops of pre-cum.

“Yunho, ugh, faster please I’m-nnh…”

Relishing Jaejoong’s desperation, Yunho moves to kiss behind Jaejoong’s ear and take his earlobe (also pierced, though there is no earring in it at the moment) between his teeth. His hot breath falls heavy on Jaejoong’s ear and makes Jaejoong want to thrash about from the tickling sensation it causes. Instead he bucks his hips forward into Yunho’s grip and back against Yunho’s hips. He feels Yunho’s cock brushing against his backside and it sends shivers up and down Jaejoong’s spine. His heart pounds with excitement for the rest of the evening and his stomach churns and coils tight as his arousal builds.

“I’m gonna come, Yunho,” Jaejoong gasps wildly.

“Then come, my darling.”

“Yunho, Yunho!”

“Yes, Jaejoong. I love hearing you. I love when you say my name like that.” Yunho pours all his admiration into his words and increases the pace with which he strokes Jaejoong.

“Ohh-!” Jaejoong bites his lip and throws his head back against Yunho’s shoulder, slinging one arm around Yunho’s neck for support and moving his hips rhythmically back and forth.

“Come on baby, come.” Jaejoong cries out in frustration, trying to get himself over the edge. The arousal builds and builds, his stomach twists into a tight coil, and he digs his fingers into Yunho’s skin.

“Faster, Yunho!” Jaejoong pleads. Yunho obliges, a slave to the neediness in Jaejoong’s voice. He pumps Jaejoong as fast as his hand allows him to, using his other hand to fondle Jaejoong’s balls simultaneously. “Come for me, Jaejoong,” Yunho encourages. Jaejoong strains his neck to the side to find Yunho’s lips and they kiss, open-mouthed and lewd. It pulls Jaejoong over the ever-elusive edge and he comes into Yunho’s hand with a loud whimper. Yunho slows his hand, still stroking lightly to milk every last drop of release from Jaejoong. Before he can bring it to his mouth for a taste, the shower washes it all down the drain. Oh well, Yunho thinks to himself, I’ll just have to get him to come again.

Jaejoong opens his eyes hazily and watches Yunho’s dark gaze. “Let’s go to bed now, Yunho.”

For a while they just lie together in the bed. It’s the most comfortable thing either have them have lay on in a long time, because the dormitory beds are awful and it’s been a while since either of them have had a chance to visit home. It’s exciting and new, being nude together under the covers with each other. Jaejoong giggles every few minutes and reaches for Yunho’s warm hand, then snuggles closer to Yunho. Yunho tucks Jaejoong’s head under his chin and strokes his damp hair softly. It’s extremely relaxing. Jaejoong kisses Yunho’s chest and breathes in his scent mixed with the flowery smell of the soap from their shower.

“Yunho, this is so wonderful. Thank you. I love it.”

Yunho kisses Jaejoong’s hair and hugs him close. “Happy six months, Jaejoong. I love you.”

Jaejoong looks up at him and smiles, then stretches his neck up for a kiss. One kiss turns into two, and two turns into ten kisses. Yunho curls his arms around Jaejoong’s back and holds him tight, never ever wanting to let go. They shift so Jaejoong is on top of Yunho, leading the kiss. It’s not often that Jaejoong takes the lead, often preferring to let Yunho surprise him with inventive kissing methods, but this time Jaejoong’s feeling adventurous. Yunho’s half-hard cock poking his hip is nothing if not encouraging.

Slowly, Jaejoong moves his kisses downward. He pays attention to as many areas of Yunho’s skin as he can: his long, slender neck, his perfectly sculpted chest and abdomen, and his gorgeously defined hips. By the time Jaejoong gets there, Yunho’s chest is heaving with the effort of breathing steadily. To keep his hips from thrashing wildly as Jaejoong kisses them softly requires so much effort that it’s hard to do.

“Hah, Jaejoongie, are you-hmm-teasing me?”

Jaejoong looks up innocently. “Why do you ask that, Yunho?” he asks with wide eyes. Then he kisses the tip of Yunho’s cock.

“Oh, fuck.” Yunho groans, giving up all control of the situation.

Jaejoong takes his sweet time. He only kisses the very tip of Yunho’s cock, never fully putting his lips around the head. He kisses it once, twice, three times, then licks the underside from base to tip.

“Jaejoong, please…”

“Heh heh, patience my love.” Jaejoong places his hands on Yunho’s thighs and grips them firmly as he leans down to finally take Yunho’s cock in his mouth. He wraps his lips around the head and suckles it. Inch by inch, he lowers his head, taking as much as he can into his mouth. About half-way down, the tip hits the back of Jaejoong’s throat. He takes a deep breath, relaxing his muscles as much as he can, and goes down another inch.

“Fuck, fuck Jaejoong, oh god..!”

Yunho’s desperate exclamations spur Jaejoong on. He uses his tongue, sliding it against the hardening flesh and hollows his cheeks to suck. Jaejoong hears the snap of a bottle opening and figures he knows what’s coming next. Sure enough, as Jaejoong continues his efforts to take Yunho all the way into his mouth he feels a slick finger tapping and circling and teasing his entrance. Jaejoong wants it inside him, but figures Yunho will continue to tease as long as he continues to tease Yunho. Two can play at that game is what Yunho is telling him non-verbally.

However, Jaejoong doesn’t mind waiting. He’s fighting against his own gag reflex as he deep-throats Yunho. The flesh itself doesn’t taste like anything, but he can definitely smell Yunho’s arousal. It’s a thick, heady scent and it makes Jaejoong’s head spin. Or maybe it’s just spinning because his throat is stuffed full of cock.

Unable to go all the way down, Jaejoong sucks what he can while he uses a free hand to stroke the base and massage Yunho’s sac. Yunho rewards him for that by pressing the tip of one finger into Jaejoong, causing him to moan around Yunho’s cock. The vibrations make Yunho’s cock twitch and suddenly both of them are spiraling out of control. Pre-cum leaks onto Jaejoong’s tongue, the taste of it headier than before. Jaejoong knows this to mean Yunho is close to coming, so he moves back up to just the tip, suckling and licking and kissing away the pearly drops of fluid.

“I want you to come inside me.” Jaejoong says. His voice is hoarse and broken from having a huge cock in his throat just moments ago.

Yunho is too far gone to even muster a response. He pulls Jaejoong down to him and occupies his mouth with open-mouthed kisses and pushes his finger in to the hilt. Jaejoong begins to rut back against it, so Yunho adds another. The stretch is sudden and intense and Jaejoong gives a raspy groan, but doesn’t stop working himself against the fingers.

“That’s it baby,” Yunho sighs between kisses, “open yourself up for me.”

Jaejoong obeys. He stops clenching his muscles and Yunho takes the opportunity to add a third finger, slick and dripping with lubricant. It feels wet, filthy and obscene. Jaejoong can feel himself growing hard for the second time that night and grinds down on the slender fingers. Yunho scissors them inside Jaejoong, stretching him wide open. Then, he curls his fingers just so, and Jaejoong cries out, straightening his back so he can efficiently ride the digits, trying to get them to touch that spot again and stay there. He screams in frustration and spots the tube of lubricant on the bedsheets. Grabbing it quickly, he pours a thick pool of it into his hands and fingers and reaches down to coat Yunho’s erection with it.

“I’m going to ride you now,” he gasps.

“Yeah,” is all Yunho can say.

Carefully removing his fingers from Jaejoong, Yunho holds his cock in position and guides Jaejoong to position himself on top of it. Yunho almost asks Jaejoong if he’s done this before or if he’s a virgin, but then he realizes it doesn’t matter. Whether or not Jaejoong has had previous partners, Yunho decides he’s still going to treat Jaejoong gently, delicately, and with all the reverence and respect he deserves.

Jaejoong lowers himself inch by glorious inch onto Yunho, panting and clenching because of the stretch.

“Relax, Jaejoong. Easy.” Yunho coos as he runs his hands down Jaejoong’s arms, sides, legs. His hands end up on Jaejoong’s backside, lightly pulling the cheeks apart. “Just relax. Go as slow as you need to.” Jaejoong breathes deeply and continues to lower himself until he’s pushed down to the hilt. Then, slowly, he begins to move. He pushes himself up and then lowers himself back down, still adjusting to the almost impossibly wide stretch. If the preparation hadn’t been so thorough, he’d surely be bleeding by now.

Each time he drops back down onto Yunho, he grinds against it, trying to maintain contact with his prostate for as long as possible. He increases his pace, crying out each time contact is made. His stomach coils and twists tighter and tighter. Jaejoong’s thighs quickly tire and start to burn with exertion. Expletives fall out of his mouth and he rakes his nails down Yunho’s chest, leaving red marks.

Yunho pulls Jaejoong down to join their mouths together. He places his hand on the back of Jaejoong’s waist, signaling him to stop moving. Then, he carefully rolls them over so Yunho is on top. They never break the connection between their bodies.

Jaejoong looks up at Yunho with eyes glistening from hazy lust.

“Fuck me.”

Yunho obeys. He remembers the angle Jaejoong used to get Yunho’s cock to touch his prostate and slams into him accordingly. He drives in roughly, barely pulling out and powerfully ramming back in. With every thrust Jaejoong lets out a series of breathless whines. He babbles nonsense, occasionally getting out a real word-Harder. Faster. More-oh! Yunho!.

Driven by lust and tempered by love, Yunho fucks Jaejoong hard, but never forgetting where to aim to give Jaejoong as much pleasure as possible.

Jaejoong wants to tell Yunho how good it feels, but he can’t find breath to form the words with. He keeps getting infinitely closer to the edge, trying to pull Yunho back in every time he pulls back. Yunho’s hips move with wicked speed. He looks like a god, tall and tan and sculpted to perfection. Yunho begins to gasp too, moaning with each thrust because the tight silken heat surrounding him feels so perfect.

When Yunho’s rhythm begins to falter, Jaejoong knows he’s close. The thrusts go from fast-paced but rhythmic to totally erratic. Wanting to reach his peak at the same time as Yunho reaches his, Jaejoong begins to fist his cock. Yunho eyes it hungrily. Just as his arousal hits its peak, Yunho bends down low and bites Jaejoong’s nipple (the pierced one), and they scream out in tandem, falling over the edge together.

Yunho releases into Jaejoong at the same Jaejoong spills onto his hand and stomach in spurts. Yunho pushes in a few more times to milk his orgasm to the very last drop.

“Ahh, Yunho,” Jaejoong moans. His seed is all over his hand, stomach and hips. “I’m a mess. Look what you did to me.”

Yunho groans and strokes the side of his face. “Want me to clean you up?”

Jaejoong locks his legs around Yunho’s waist. “Don’t pull out yet. I like it…I like when you’re in me.”

Unable to pull out (and totally okay with that), Yunho settles his weight gently on top of Jaejoong. They kiss slowly and softly. Jaejoong seems to have turned into a different person in bed. No, Yunho realizes, not a different person. Another side to the same person. An intriguing, fascinating person. Yunho thinks he wants to keep discovering new sides of Jaejoong.

Consistent with his new side, Jaejoong reaches down and kneads Yunho’s ass.

“How was the blowjob I gave you?”

“Oh god, so good.”

Jaejoong giggles, eyes dancing. “How was I in bed?”

“Stop trying to kill me please.”

Jaejoong pouts. “Was I bad?”

Yunho sucks on Jaejoong’s neck. “You were so good I could hardly stand it.”

“Then can we do it again?”

Yunho looks at Jaejoong, flushed and sweaty and oh-so-beautiful, the perfect picture of hedonistic desire. He grows hard so fast it makes him dizzy. He uses a swift thrust to Jaejoong’s sweet spot as his answer.

The goal this time seems to be to get Yunho off first, as Jaejoong neglects his cock in favor of playing with Yunho’s nipples, perineum and balls. It seems like a smart decision, because Jaejoong’s cock is ultra-sensitive after having reached orgasm twice. Yunho thrusts madly, with no rhythm or set pace, simply seeking the end goal. Jaejoong sucks on his own fingers and then uses them to pinch, twist, and scrape Yunho’s brown nipples, abusing them until the edges glow red.

Yunho is wonderfully responsive. Even as he busies himself with thrusting fervently, he twitches and gasps every time Jaejoong twists or rubs him in a particularly delightful way. They both enjoy the process of learning about each other’s bodies. After leaving his nipples, Jaejoong stretches his arm around Yunho’s back to cup his sac. It’s heavy and dense. He massages them carefully, kneading them between his palm and fingers and feeling their fleshy texture. The more he plays with them, the louder Yunho gasps and moans.

Yunho finishes in record time, spilling a second load of come into Jaejoong’s already coated hole.

“Oh baby, you were so fantastic,” Jaejoong purrs, bringing Yunho down from his high. The man looks spent.

“You’re so sexy, Jaejoong,” Yunho slurs. “Can I pull out this time?”

Jaejoong nods and Yunho extricates himself slowly. Come spills out of Jaejoong’s hole and falls onto his thighs and even trails down onto the bedding. Yunho watches in fascination as it dribbles out slowly, then nearly chokes when Jaejoong reaches down, swipes some onto his fingers, and then sucks the finger like it’s his favorite lollipop.

Then Yunho notices Jaejoong’s erection. He wonders if Jaejoong has it in him to come a third time. Probably, but it might hurt.

“Help me,” Jaejoong pleads, lightly tugging on his cock.

Yunho lowers his face to Jaejoong’s erection and examines the tip. There are beads of pre-come forming on it. He takes the tip of his finger and dabs it, then raises his finger high up so that the liquid forms a long string from the tip of Jaejoong’s cock to Yunho’s finger. He repeats the process, tapping the tip of Jaejoong’s cock harder each time.

“Yunho…please!”

Yunho kisses the wet tip of Jaejoong’s cock. “Now you see what it feels like to be teased.”

“Nngh-come on-I-”

Jaejoong is effectively quieted when Yunho puts his mouth around Jaejoong’s sensitive cock.

“H-hurts…”

“Do you want me to stop?” Yunho asks.

“No, I want to come again.”

“Greedy, Jaejoong. You want to come three times in one night?”

“W-want it!”

“Your wish,” Yunho murmurs, lowering himself once more to Jaejoong’s leaking, throbbing erection, “is my command.”

He sucks in earnest, from side to side and base to tip. Jaejoong arches his back and moans loudly, enjoying the burn from the sensitivity mixed with overwhelming pleasure. He tries to buck his hips up into Yunho’s mouth, but Yunho knows he has nowhere near as much control over his gag reflex so he pins Jaejoong’s hips down to the bed. What he can’t do by deep-throating, he makes up for with his hand and quick mouth moving across Jaejoong’s cock. When Jaejoong comes, much less comes out than the first two orgasms, but he screams louder than ever. Yunho swallows every last drop and jerks Jaejoong through it. He relishes the last few screams drawn from Jaejoong’s mouth because his whole body is like an open nerve now-hypersensitive in the extreme.

Yunho collapses onto the bed and Jaejoong moves only to wiggle into Yunho’s embrace and pull the blanket over their bodies.

Eyes already closed with drowsiness, Jaejoong mumbles “I’m still filthy.”

“I like it,” Yunho says.

Jaejoong giggles. “You’re dirty.”

“Only for you, baby. And please, you’re dirty, too. I got to see a new side of you today.”

“And…did you like it? Or was it…weird?”

Yunho hugs Jaejoong tight against his chest. “I loved it. I love discovering new sides of you. You’re beautiful and amazing and I want to keep getting to know you more and more every day. I want to discover everything about you, Kim Jaejoong.”

“Yunho…”

They fall asleep peacefully, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms.

Some five weeks later, Yunho and Jaejoong are studying in the empty dormitory common area on the fifth floor in front of a large window when Yunho asks Jaejoong if he would like to live together.

“When our third year starts, would you like to live together in an apartment?”

Jaejoong feels his heart flutter with excitement. Yunho wants to move in together!

“I-I hope it’s not too soon to ask you…we haven’t even been dating a year, but, I mean, I love you. So. I really want to live with you.”

“Oh Yunho…” Jaejoong croons, his voice soft and full of adoration. “You big sap. Yes, I’d love to live together. Let’s go look for places this weekend!”

“Really? Awesome! Oh, I’m so excited Jaejoong. I think money will be tight but we’ll make it work, right?”

“Yes Yunho, don’t worry. We’ll work it out.”

They kiss each other quickly, then go back to studying. Outside the window, the trees are in full bloom. Flowers blossom brightly and the sunlight filters in through the window, providing light for them to read their textbooks with. It’s hard to concentrate when all Jaejoong wants to think about is his future home with Yunho, but finals are soon, so he adjusts his glasses, sips his tea, and gets to work. He knows he can afford to focus now, because he knows that Yunho’s not going anywhere.

part 2

a/n: yunjae forever! i started writing this college au a while ago, then abandoned it, then picked it back up recently. will be several parts, not sure how many. i also don't know how far apart i will be posting the parts. it just depends on when i write and how much i write. anyways, i hope you liked it! if you do like it, please leave a comment. :)

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