Porn Star (3/10?)
Porn Star (3/10?)
boomtrack @ kiiteruno
JaeMin, YunJae, BFF!YooMin; NC-17, AU Porn-Star!verse; ~4,400 words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual for me.
A porn star and his fanboy.
AN: So yeah, this chapter took a bit longer to finish then I expected. Unfortunately I went out of town and then my laptop started acting up, dying unexpectedly and then refusing to start a few times. Ugh. Nevertheless I still managed to write this and I hope you guys enjoy it. ♥ If there's any huge formatting issues, I apologize; I'm posting this using another computer and the browser displays things weird. :/
I may be adding extra chapters as necessary; there's specific scenes I want to get into the story and the length of those scenes will determine the length of the fic. My cap is 10 chapters, but as of now I think I'll be wrapping this up in 8. We'll just see how it goes.
Feedback is a plus! Please let me know what you think of their relationship so far. ♥
Yoochun's awake when Changmin gets back to their dorm, sprawled out on his bed with a textbook on his chest in some pathetic, futile attempt to study. He drags his eyes up from the book as Changmin lets himself the door.
"Oh, you're here," Changmin murmurs as he steps in. He closes the door and leans against it for balance, plucking each shoe off before dumping his keys and wallet on the small table next to the door. "What happened to your flavor of the week?"
"We stopped seeing each other. Hence, 'flavor of the week,’" Yoochun replies, spreading his hands out in some vague, all-encompassing gesture. He looks Changmin over. "How'd your date go?"
Changmin considers the question as he strips out of his clothes. "It went."
"Did you two, ah, do anything?"
"He kissed me, on the cheek," Changmin admits, pulling his shirt off and shoving it into the laundry bin in his closet before unbuttoning his jeans. "But that was after the handjob."
Yoochun blinks a few times and laughs. "You got to handjobs before kissing? I think I need to learn a few moves from you."
His cheeks burn at the memory of Jaejoong's hand between his legs. "Yeah well, Jaejoong's not exactly a normal date," he finally replies as he shimmies out of his jeans.
Yoochun seems to think that over before he nods, closing his text and dumping it on the floor with a thump. "Come here and tell me all about it. I could use a story before I crash."
Changmin rolls his eyes as he shoves his jeans into his closet. "My love life isn't a fairy tale, hyung."
"Sure it is." Yoochun grins, still watching Changmin dress for bed. "Boys dating boys? Boys kissing boys? Boys having sex with other boys? Worlds away from me. The stuff of myth and legend."
Changmin closes his closet and wanders over to his roommate's bed, settling down and stretching out next to Yoochun. "He said he wants us to start dating," he murmurs finally as he tucks his hands behind his head.
"You and me? Why the hell would Jaejoong want you to date me?"
"Not you, idiot. Him and me."
Yoochun mulls it over, eventually rolling into his side to fix Changmin with a Serious Hyung look (seeing as Yoochun is a rather lazy and free-loving hyung, these looks are rare). "You sure that's a good idea?"
Changmin frowns. "I don't know. He's a nice guy but-"
"But he's doing like five other guys three days a week," Yoochun finishes.
Yoochun, the king of tact, Changmin thinks, frowning. "You don't think I know that?" He asks as he points one hand meaningfully towards his computer.
"Of course you know it. But you know it in your head. I'm not so sure you get it down here," Yoochun replies, sliding a hand over Changmin's chest to tap meaningfully at his heart. "This could be asking for a world of trouble."
Changmin falls silent, the words settling between them. "I won't know unless I try."
Yoochun sighs. "I guess you've got guts, even if you lack taste." His tone is dry but he's smiling nevertheless, and Changmin feels himself smiling in return. "I'm here for you, dongsaeng."
"Thanks." He pulls Yoochun into a hug, grinning as he feels Yoochun hug him back, eventually patting his shoulder lightly.
"Now let go and get out of my bed before I think you have the hots for me."
///
Changmin's forced to admit to himself the following day that Yoochun's Three-Day Rule is pretty much a lost cause. Supposedly, since they had their date Friday night, he should be waiting until at least Monday before calling Jaejoong, to avoid coming across as something like an over-eager teenager with a perpetual boner. Yoochun would probably be rolling on the floor in gales of laughter if he could see Changmin now, fumbling with his phone to call the object of his affection at 2pm that afternoon (after dithering for the last hour), not even a full 24 hours after their first date. Fortunately, Yoochun is off meeting his brother for lunch and Changmin can embarrass himself in peace.
Jaejoong answers on the third ring, sounding a tiny bit out of breath and more than just a little pleased. "Changmin-ah!"
The affectionate tone throws Changmin off. "J-Jaejoong-sshi..."
"Oh come on, we were on a date. You can drop all the super polite honorifics."
"Right. Jaejoong...."
"That's my name. What can I do for you?"
Changmin closes his eyes, mustering up all the courage he can. At least this time his hand isn't shaking. "Um, I was wondering if you were free this evening..."
"Tonight?" He can practically hear Jaejoong frowning over the line. "I'm, ah, a little tied up actually. What do you have in mind?"
Changmin feels himself deflating, his courage shrinking like a hard on in the face of a very cold shower. He'd honestly been looking forward to the opportunity to see Jaejoong again today. "Oh... I thought maybe we could, um, meet... at the movie theater..."
"A movie?" Jaejoong's voice sounds perky. "What about another night? Monday?"
"Monday..." He reviews his schedule in his mind; no classes Monday night and no early classes Tuesday morning. His parents would frown on him going out on late-night dates (with a porn star) during the school week if they knew, but, well, they don't need to know, he thinks with a smile. "I think that would be okay."
"Great! Text me on Monday with the time and which theater and I'll meet you there."
"Alright," Changmin replies. He can't keep the grin out of his voice. He finds he doesn't care.
"Oh, and Changmin..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm really glad you called back. Really."
He's still smiling like an idiot when he closes his phone.
///
Monday takes its sweet fucking time to arrive.
Yoochun had wasted absolutely no time before teasing Changmin about his little infatuation the moment he had gotten home Saturday. He'd made crude jokes and suggestions, earning himself a rude gesture from Changmin which only (predictably) sent him into gales of laughter. Any other day, Yoochun's obnoxious behavior would have put Changmin on edge.
But not this time. No, this time, Changmin was looking forward to meeting Jaejoong again; not Porn Star Jaejoong (Mr. "I Suck Cock Like It's Going Out Of Style"), but the normal Jaejoong.
According to all the DVD’s he owned, Porn Star Jaejoong was cold, quiet, manipulative, withdrawn, and prone to lots and lots of violent sex. However, the normal Jaejoong, as far as Changmin could tell, was thoughtful, funny, easy-going, talkative, warm, a little shy, and... hopefully, prone to lots and lots of (not so violent?) sex. The differences between the two were as stark and contrasting as night and day, like two sides of the same coin. It was new and interesting and all very exciting, and as silly as it sounded (and Changmin knew it was a little silly), he was very, very interested in learning just how different Jaejoong was from his on-screen self.
Sunday was spent being domestic. Changmin did his laundry every Sunday, while Yoochun would let it pile up until the only clean clothes he had were a full tux or a jogging suit in such atrocious colors that even Changmin knew wearing it was a fashion blunder of extreme proportions (and guess which one Yoochun would wear while in the dorm's laundry room?). After everything was clean and put away he spent the rest of the day studying, or, attempting to study. He was a little horrified to realize that the problem of "what should I wear?" was somehow more prominent in his mind then the Calculus crap sprawled out in front of him on his bed.
"Why the hell am I even studying this? I'm going to be a doctor, not a fucking mathematician," he had lamented, only to have Yoochun cheekily remind him that doctors did do math; after all, how else would they know what size doses to administer to their patients? Changmin had argued that he'd have calculators and nurses to do such tedious work, at which point Yoochun had called him lazy and the situation had dissolved into an incredibly immature pillow fight (looking back on it, Changmin was somewhat embarrassed to have been part of such a childish activity, but damn beating Yoochun over the head with a pillow had felt so good!).
When Monday finally rolls around Changmin's nearly buzzing with excitement. After his morning classes he settles in a computer lab, looking up showtimes at his favorite little theater near the university. He skips all the romantic comedies because, dammit, even if I'm gay, I'm not a fucking girl. There's also a few over-the-top dramas he's sure will put them both to sleep; those don't even get a second glance. In the end he settles on a silly American horror movie, which, while making them piss their pants, will simultaneously provide ample excuses for them to get close and cling to one other. He's fairly sure Jaejoong will see straight through this little tactic, but he's also fairly sure Jaejoong will be amused by it, and that's definitely the main goal.
He pulls his phone out to text Jaejoong.
You know the little theater near the university? There's a foreign horror movie showing at 7... how's that?
He shifts in the computer chair, peering up at the monitor before looking back down at his phone. He knows it's stupid to sit and wait for a response; for all he knows, Jaejoong's in the middle of a shoot and won't reply for hours. Still, the sad, sad reality is that he's got nothing better to do with his time besides study, and he knows he won't get anything done, not when his mind is running in circles around a particular blond.
He's just sitting back in his chair to prepare to wait when his cell buzzes to life in his hand. Changmin nearly jumps out of the chair, flipping his phone open so fast the hinge is in danger of breaking in two and wouldn't that be just great?
Hey kid. ♥ 7 is too early, I have a late shoot today. Anything around 9?
He tries not to think too hard about the little heart in the text as he checks the movie times and replies.
There's one at 9:15. Can you make that?
Jaejoong must be on a break or something, Changmin finds himself musing as the response comes within a minute. He can imagine the blond sitting on some chair (with or without clothing; Changmin can't decide), a cigarette tucked between his lips as he texts his reply.
Perfect, kid. ♥♥ See you tonight.
"Good news?"
The voice is right next to his ear. He starts slightly in surprise, jerking his head up to blink at the girl sitting next to him. She casually tucks hair behind an ear as she sits back in her chair. Changmin gets the uncomfortable feeling she was snooping.
"Ah, yeah. How could you tell?" he replies, closing out the web browser and logging off the computer.
"You're practically glowing." She nibbles on her lip and graces him with a coy little smile.
He gets the odd, nagging sensation he's being hit on. It's strange when girls take notice of him and he looks her over, deciding she's pretty enough; you know, if you like tits and a curvy, female body. Changmin learned a long while back that he doesn't.
"Really?" He finally responds as distantly as he can, looking away and grabbing his bag as he stands up. "Well, have a good day."
He ignores the odd look she throws at his back as he pads out of the computer lab, humming softly under his breath while fighting the smile tugging at his lips.
///
Changmin's 15 minutes early (again) and frowning at the dark sky as a light drizzle starts up. The air is chilled. He hugs his jacket around him tighter and peers up and down the street. There's only a few people out, walking briskly in their attempt to get out of the rain as soon as possible.
He can see his breath when he breathes. Soon enough snow will start falling instead of rain. Winter had always seemed cold and lonely to him in the past but now he finds himself daydreaming as he waits, imagining what it'd be like to cuddle up with Jaejoong and a couple cups of hot chocolate, all snug under a thick blanket. The picture doesn't feel right in his cramped dorm (and with his luck Yoochun would barge in and ruin it anyway) so he tries to imagine what Jaejoong's apartment looks like. Maybe on his couch in front of some stupid movie? His thoughts are ridiculous and pathetic and yet somehow he feels his chest grow warm at the thought.
He's beginning to wonder about his sanity (and how badly head-over-heels he is) when someone slings an arm around his shoulders. He jumps slightly in surprise, turning to blink at Jaejoong's bright smile. He smells like cigarettes and cinnamon.
"Hey," Changmin breathes, half-moving to hug Jaejoong before wondering if that's okay. The blond solves the problem for him.
"Hey, you." He tries not to freeze up like a virginal little teenager as Jaejoong slides both arms around his neck and hugs him close, his breath warm against Changmin's cheek.
He closes his eyes, swallowing thickly as he slides his arms around Jaejoong's narrow waist, hugging him just a bit tighter than necessary. He's wearing just a light jacket and Changmin frowns when he realizes the blond is shivering.
"The rain caught me off guard," Jaejoong says by way of explanation as he finally pulls back, grinning up at Changmin's face. "It's good to see you again."
"Yeah, you too." Changmin shifts, staring at Jaejoong a bit awkwardly (he's flushed from the cold and his lips are so fucking inviting) before he clears his throat and checks his phone. "Uh, the movie's gonna start soon. I already got our tickets."
Jaejoong quirks an eyebrow before grinning and hooking one arm with Changmin's. "Guess we better get inside then, yeah? Lead on."
He takes a slow breath, grinning stupidly to himself as he leads Jaejoong into the theater. They get their tickets torn and settle into their seats (Jaejoong picks the back row and Changmin's imagination goes wild with the possibilities), shedding their damp coats in hopes of warming up. Before he can even think about whether or not they're allowed to cuddle Jaejoong solves the problem for him again. He puts the armrest between them up, shifting a bit closer before looping Changmin's arm over his own shoulders and snuggling up against him. He lays his head down on Changmin's shoulder and sighs in content.
"You're comfy," Jaejoong whispers as previews start. There's a moment's pause as he shifts around slightly before tilting his head back to blink up at Changmin. "You don't mind, right?"
"No," Changmin breathes, blinking wide eyes straight ahead, grinning stupidly. He's tense at first but Jaejoong's casual enough about it all that he finds himself relaxing as well. He slowly begins stroking the blond's shoulder through his sweater, cheeks flushing in happiness as he hears Jaejoong hum his approval. Maybe, just maybe, an exciting make-out session in the back row of the theater isn't so far out of the question.
His thoughts spiral down into naughty, naughty territory as he considers how quiet he can be while receiving a professional blowjob. Not that quiet, he muses. However, whatever plans Changmin may have had for them, here in the darkness of the back row of the theater, are severely hampered when Jaejoong falls asleep within the first 15 minutes of the movie.
While it's certainly not a shining example of modern cinema at its finest, Changmin doesn't necessarily think it's a bad movie, per say. It's definitely loud and bloody and full of plot holes and excessive nudity (no male nudity, unfortunately; why do slasher movies require breasts?); not exactly the ideal lullaby, but Jaejoong doesn't seem to be very picky about his bedtime stories.
Changmin's not sure if he should be offended by his date falling asleep, but he's not. Jaejoong looks -dare he say it- cute when he's asleep; so relaxed and unguarded. He rapidly loses interest in the movie as he stares at Jaejoong's lips, ignoring the girl shrieking on screen as she's butchered with an axe.
He's not sure how much time passes before a particularly piercing cry rouses Jaejoong from his catnap. The blond blinks rapidly, shifting against Changmin before blinking up at him with a shy little apologetic smile as he sits up.
"Shit, sorry. How long was I out?" His voice is slightly gravely from sleep and Changmin suppresses a light shiver.
"I dunno, maybe 15 minutes? Don't worry about it." He offers Jaejoong a grin and the man chuckles in response. "You sleepy?"
"Sorry, it's just been a long day. Had to get up early." Jaejoong yawns, blinking a bit before grinning at Changmin sheepishly. "Not much of a plot-driven movie, is it?"
"The movie wasn't really the point," Changmin says without thinking. He blushes a bit when Jaejoong eyes him with an amused little smile.
"Fair enough," he finally whispers in reply, snuggling easily back against Changmin's side. They stare at the screen together as another woman gets hunted down by the psychopathic murder. Her top has somehow, miraculously gotten lost and she's running almost naked through the forest.
"Her boobs are fake," Jaejoong says suddenly, nuzzling Changmin's shoulder.
"What?"
"Her boobs," Jaejoong repeats, pointing at the screen as if there's genuinely a need to specify which breasts are in question, "are fake."
"They are?" Changmin blinks a bit at the girl, who trips and falls in the forest. Why the hell are they always in a forest?
"See how they don't really move, even when she's running? They look like two melons bolted on to her chest." Jaejoong grins a little. "They're fake."
"Oh. You're right." Changmin frowns as he watches the murderer reach the girl. "How'd you learn that?"
"I've done straight porn in my time," Jaejoong drawls (and Changmin colors slightly because yes, he even owns Jaejoong's straight porn). "I learned what fake tits look like." He watches passively as the axe is buried in the girl's midsection, splitting her open like a rotten fruit.
"Oh," Changmin can't think of anything else to say because Jaejoong's started nuzzling his neck.
"You smell good," the blond whispers. Changmin feels his cheeks heat up at the compliment. He opens his mouth to reply but anything he may have said dies on the tip of his tongue when he feels Jaejoong's lips press against his neck. They're warm and soft and he can feel them stretch into a smile as Jaejoong begins slowly kissing his way up to Changmin's jaw.
He finds himself frozen, his brain in deep freeze and unable to respond as Jaejoong's lips land on the corner of his mouth. It's one thing to daydream about necking in the theater with a porn star; it's quite another to be faced with the reality. The softest of moans trickles past his lips as Jaejoong cups his cheek, turning Changmin's head to face him.
"Is this okay?" he asks very softly, gazing into his eyes and Changmin stares at him, dumbfounded. Jaejoong certainly wasn't asking if everything was okay when he shoved his hand down his pants and jerked him off in the middle of a restaurant; why the hell is he asking now?
When he doesn't respond right away Jaejoong bites his lower lip, looking at Changmin almost shyly. It makes him look younger than he is and Changmin breaks into a small smile. "O-of course," he finally whispers, grinning when Jaejoong grins before leaning in and kissing him softly.
Somehow he thought there'd be fireworks when they first kissed properly, or maybe a Hallelujah chorus in the background (shit, maybe even bells ringing in his mind). There's none of that. Instead he feels a slow, simmering heat low in his belly and a slight twitch of his cock as Jaejoong sucks softly at his lower lip.
He doesn't kiss back, not at first. He's still, cheek hot under Jaejoong's palm, lips slightly parted and tingling as Jaejoong presses another kiss against his mouth, sucking lightly at his upper lip instead. Belatedly his heart begins to pound and blood redirects furiously towards his crotch. Changmin moans a little, finally closing his eyes as he turns his head slightly and begins to respond. Jaejoong murmurs softly as he moves just that much closer and suddenly it gets really fucking serious.
Jaejoong's a treat to kiss, Changmin decides. His lips are just as soft as they always looked, very pliant and easy to suck on. The blond lets him take the lead, making pleased little sounds as Changmin slides his tongue into his mouth, searching and exploring like there's going to be a quiz on it later. Jaejoong tastes faintly of cigarettes and is sucking at his tongue and Changmin's pretty sure he's got the biggest fucking boner of his life throbbing in his pants.
He slides his arm from Jaejoong's shoulders down around his waist. If all his blood wasn't inflating his cock he'd be wondering why this is the second time in just two days he's had a horribly inappropriate boner in public; Jaejoong just seems to have that effect on him and it should be mildly horrifying that he's not worth anything whenever the blond is nearby. Except, it's not, because Jaejoong is a fucking treat to kiss and right now nothing else in the world matters more than the blond man in his arms.
His lungs are beginning to burn when they finally break for air. Jaejoong nuzzles his lips, pressing little butterfly kisses to his mouth and cheeks before finally pulling back enough to grin up at Changmin teasingly. He looks like a kid who just stole a cookie when no one was looking. Changmin decides it's a very cute look.
"Jaejoong," he whispers, glancing at the movie before looking back at the grinning blond who's still stroking his cheek, "I..."
"Mmm?"
"Um..." He squirms a bit and blushes hard. Jaejoong's smile is just this side of wicked.
"You know," the blond says suddenly, the garrish sounds from the movie serving to mask their conversation from the few other patrons at the theater, "if we're dating -and, I'm assuming we are since I got a call-back-"
"Mmhmm," Changmin hums in response, seeking out Jaejoong's neck with his lips.
"-then I was thinking we should do this like a proper couple. And, ah, couples just don't hop into bed with each other right after they get together..."
"What?" Changmin stops in mid-kiss, sitting back to stare at the blond. It's like the pin finally dropped and he's suddenly overcome with the horrible sinking feeling that Jaejoong is going to just leave him tonight with a very large problem.
"T-then what the hell is this?" he finally whispers in response, gesturing to the two of them necking in the back row like their lives depended on it.
"A little something to remember me by tonight," the blond whispers into his ear, sucking lightly on his earlobe before trailing kisses back to his mouth. Changmin practically whimpers.
"That's really mean." His voice sounds like he's sulking and Jaejoong's grin just gets bigger.
"You want me to stop?"
"... No..."
///
Changmin doesn't remember the rest of the movie. He spends it with his tongue down Jaejoong's throat, fingers tangled in those soft, blond locks, trying to ignore the very insistent and very demanding hard on in his pants.
Jaejoong's a total cocktease and he's not sure if he should be angry or amused. He's slightly mortified that he entertained the notion of jerking off in the theater's bathroom but Jaejoong didn't give him the chance, choosing to walk him down the street towards the university and tease him with a few more lingering kisses before finally flagging down a cab.
After Jaejoong gets in and the car pulls away Changmin nearly sprints back to his dorm. He locks himself in the bathroom, turning the water on to drown out Yoochun's nosy questions about the date before stripping down and getting in the shower. The hot water is delicious on his chilled skin and he jerks himself off slowly, relishing the taste and feel of the blond's mouth and imagining it on his skin, his chest, his fucking cock. He comes messily at that thought, spraying creamy white onto the tiled walls of the shower before his back hits the wall and he fights to keep his balance while trying to catch his breath.
He finishes his shower quickly, making sure the water rinsed away any evidence of his furious little jerk-off session. Yoochun would never let him hear the end of it if he knew. It's when he's toweling his hair that he notices the light on his phone is blinking. He picks it up off the counter and flips it open, feeling a strange little jolt in his belly when he sees it's from Jaejoong.
Did you think of me? ♥
He slams the phone shut a bit harder then necessary, blushing before breaking out into nervous little giggles.
"Cocktease," he whispers without a hint of malice, grinning stupidly at himself in the mirror.
///
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boomtrack @ kiiteruno
JaeMin, YunJae, BFF!YooMin; NC-17, AU Porn-Star!verse; ~4,400 words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual for me.
A porn star and his fanboy.
AN: So yeah, this chapter took a bit longer to finish then I expected. Unfortunately I went out of town and then my laptop started acting up, dying unexpectedly and then refusing to start a few times. Ugh. Nevertheless I still managed to write this and I hope you guys enjoy it. ♥ If there's any huge formatting issues, I apologize; I'm posting this using another computer and the browser displays things weird. :/
I may be adding extra chapters as necessary; there's specific scenes I want to get into the story and the length of those scenes will determine the length of the fic. My cap is 10 chapters, but as of now I think I'll be wrapping this up in 8. We'll just see how it goes.
Feedback is a plus! Please let me know what you think of their relationship so far. ♥
Yoochun's awake when Changmin gets back to their dorm, sprawled out on his bed with a textbook on his chest in some pathetic, futile attempt to study. He drags his eyes up from the book as Changmin lets himself the door.
"Oh, you're here," Changmin murmurs as he steps in. He closes the door and leans against it for balance, plucking each shoe off before dumping his keys and wallet on the small table next to the door. "What happened to your flavor of the week?"
"We stopped seeing each other. Hence, 'flavor of the week,’" Yoochun replies, spreading his hands out in some vague, all-encompassing gesture. He looks Changmin over. "How'd your date go?"
Changmin considers the question as he strips out of his clothes. "It went."
"Did you two, ah, do anything?"
"He kissed me, on the cheek," Changmin admits, pulling his shirt off and shoving it into the laundry bin in his closet before unbuttoning his jeans. "But that was after the handjob."
Yoochun blinks a few times and laughs. "You got to handjobs before kissing? I think I need to learn a few moves from you."
His cheeks burn at the memory of Jaejoong's hand between his legs. "Yeah well, Jaejoong's not exactly a normal date," he finally replies as he shimmies out of his jeans.
Yoochun seems to think that over before he nods, closing his text and dumping it on the floor with a thump. "Come here and tell me all about it. I could use a story before I crash."
Changmin rolls his eyes as he shoves his jeans into his closet. "My love life isn't a fairy tale, hyung."
"Sure it is." Yoochun grins, still watching Changmin dress for bed. "Boys dating boys? Boys kissing boys? Boys having sex with other boys? Worlds away from me. The stuff of myth and legend."
Changmin closes his closet and wanders over to his roommate's bed, settling down and stretching out next to Yoochun. "He said he wants us to start dating," he murmurs finally as he tucks his hands behind his head.
"You and me? Why the hell would Jaejoong want you to date me?"
"Not you, idiot. Him and me."
Yoochun mulls it over, eventually rolling into his side to fix Changmin with a Serious Hyung look (seeing as Yoochun is a rather lazy and free-loving hyung, these looks are rare). "You sure that's a good idea?"
Changmin frowns. "I don't know. He's a nice guy but-"
"But he's doing like five other guys three days a week," Yoochun finishes.
Yoochun, the king of tact, Changmin thinks, frowning. "You don't think I know that?" He asks as he points one hand meaningfully towards his computer.
"Of course you know it. But you know it in your head. I'm not so sure you get it down here," Yoochun replies, sliding a hand over Changmin's chest to tap meaningfully at his heart. "This could be asking for a world of trouble."
Changmin falls silent, the words settling between them. "I won't know unless I try."
Yoochun sighs. "I guess you've got guts, even if you lack taste." His tone is dry but he's smiling nevertheless, and Changmin feels himself smiling in return. "I'm here for you, dongsaeng."
"Thanks." He pulls Yoochun into a hug, grinning as he feels Yoochun hug him back, eventually patting his shoulder lightly.
"Now let go and get out of my bed before I think you have the hots for me."
///
Changmin's forced to admit to himself the following day that Yoochun's Three-Day Rule is pretty much a lost cause. Supposedly, since they had their date Friday night, he should be waiting until at least Monday before calling Jaejoong, to avoid coming across as something like an over-eager teenager with a perpetual boner. Yoochun would probably be rolling on the floor in gales of laughter if he could see Changmin now, fumbling with his phone to call the object of his affection at 2pm that afternoon (after dithering for the last hour), not even a full 24 hours after their first date. Fortunately, Yoochun is off meeting his brother for lunch and Changmin can embarrass himself in peace.
Jaejoong answers on the third ring, sounding a tiny bit out of breath and more than just a little pleased. "Changmin-ah!"
The affectionate tone throws Changmin off. "J-Jaejoong-sshi..."
"Oh come on, we were on a date. You can drop all the super polite honorifics."
"Right. Jaejoong...."
"That's my name. What can I do for you?"
Changmin closes his eyes, mustering up all the courage he can. At least this time his hand isn't shaking. "Um, I was wondering if you were free this evening..."
"Tonight?" He can practically hear Jaejoong frowning over the line. "I'm, ah, a little tied up actually. What do you have in mind?"
Changmin feels himself deflating, his courage shrinking like a hard on in the face of a very cold shower. He'd honestly been looking forward to the opportunity to see Jaejoong again today. "Oh... I thought maybe we could, um, meet... at the movie theater..."
"A movie?" Jaejoong's voice sounds perky. "What about another night? Monday?"
"Monday..." He reviews his schedule in his mind; no classes Monday night and no early classes Tuesday morning. His parents would frown on him going out on late-night dates (with a porn star) during the school week if they knew, but, well, they don't need to know, he thinks with a smile. "I think that would be okay."
"Great! Text me on Monday with the time and which theater and I'll meet you there."
"Alright," Changmin replies. He can't keep the grin out of his voice. He finds he doesn't care.
"Oh, and Changmin..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm really glad you called back. Really."
He's still smiling like an idiot when he closes his phone.
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Monday takes its sweet fucking time to arrive.
Yoochun had wasted absolutely no time before teasing Changmin about his little infatuation the moment he had gotten home Saturday. He'd made crude jokes and suggestions, earning himself a rude gesture from Changmin which only (predictably) sent him into gales of laughter. Any other day, Yoochun's obnoxious behavior would have put Changmin on edge.
But not this time. No, this time, Changmin was looking forward to meeting Jaejoong again; not Porn Star Jaejoong (Mr. "I Suck Cock Like It's Going Out Of Style"), but the normal Jaejoong.
According to all the DVD’s he owned, Porn Star Jaejoong was cold, quiet, manipulative, withdrawn, and prone to lots and lots of violent sex. However, the normal Jaejoong, as far as Changmin could tell, was thoughtful, funny, easy-going, talkative, warm, a little shy, and... hopefully, prone to lots and lots of (not so violent?) sex. The differences between the two were as stark and contrasting as night and day, like two sides of the same coin. It was new and interesting and all very exciting, and as silly as it sounded (and Changmin knew it was a little silly), he was very, very interested in learning just how different Jaejoong was from his on-screen self.
Sunday was spent being domestic. Changmin did his laundry every Sunday, while Yoochun would let it pile up until the only clean clothes he had were a full tux or a jogging suit in such atrocious colors that even Changmin knew wearing it was a fashion blunder of extreme proportions (and guess which one Yoochun would wear while in the dorm's laundry room?). After everything was clean and put away he spent the rest of the day studying, or, attempting to study. He was a little horrified to realize that the problem of "what should I wear?" was somehow more prominent in his mind then the Calculus crap sprawled out in front of him on his bed.
"Why the hell am I even studying this? I'm going to be a doctor, not a fucking mathematician," he had lamented, only to have Yoochun cheekily remind him that doctors did do math; after all, how else would they know what size doses to administer to their patients? Changmin had argued that he'd have calculators and nurses to do such tedious work, at which point Yoochun had called him lazy and the situation had dissolved into an incredibly immature pillow fight (looking back on it, Changmin was somewhat embarrassed to have been part of such a childish activity, but damn beating Yoochun over the head with a pillow had felt so good!).
When Monday finally rolls around Changmin's nearly buzzing with excitement. After his morning classes he settles in a computer lab, looking up showtimes at his favorite little theater near the university. He skips all the romantic comedies because, dammit, even if I'm gay, I'm not a fucking girl. There's also a few over-the-top dramas he's sure will put them both to sleep; those don't even get a second glance. In the end he settles on a silly American horror movie, which, while making them piss their pants, will simultaneously provide ample excuses for them to get close and cling to one other. He's fairly sure Jaejoong will see straight through this little tactic, but he's also fairly sure Jaejoong will be amused by it, and that's definitely the main goal.
He pulls his phone out to text Jaejoong.
You know the little theater near the university? There's a foreign horror movie showing at 7... how's that?
He shifts in the computer chair, peering up at the monitor before looking back down at his phone. He knows it's stupid to sit and wait for a response; for all he knows, Jaejoong's in the middle of a shoot and won't reply for hours. Still, the sad, sad reality is that he's got nothing better to do with his time besides study, and he knows he won't get anything done, not when his mind is running in circles around a particular blond.
He's just sitting back in his chair to prepare to wait when his cell buzzes to life in his hand. Changmin nearly jumps out of the chair, flipping his phone open so fast the hinge is in danger of breaking in two and wouldn't that be just great?
Hey kid. ♥ 7 is too early, I have a late shoot today. Anything around 9?
He tries not to think too hard about the little heart in the text as he checks the movie times and replies.
There's one at 9:15. Can you make that?
Jaejoong must be on a break or something, Changmin finds himself musing as the response comes within a minute. He can imagine the blond sitting on some chair (with or without clothing; Changmin can't decide), a cigarette tucked between his lips as he texts his reply.
Perfect, kid. ♥♥ See you tonight.
"Good news?"
The voice is right next to his ear. He starts slightly in surprise, jerking his head up to blink at the girl sitting next to him. She casually tucks hair behind an ear as she sits back in her chair. Changmin gets the uncomfortable feeling she was snooping.
"Ah, yeah. How could you tell?" he replies, closing out the web browser and logging off the computer.
"You're practically glowing." She nibbles on her lip and graces him with a coy little smile.
He gets the odd, nagging sensation he's being hit on. It's strange when girls take notice of him and he looks her over, deciding she's pretty enough; you know, if you like tits and a curvy, female body. Changmin learned a long while back that he doesn't.
"Really?" He finally responds as distantly as he can, looking away and grabbing his bag as he stands up. "Well, have a good day."
He ignores the odd look she throws at his back as he pads out of the computer lab, humming softly under his breath while fighting the smile tugging at his lips.
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Changmin's 15 minutes early (again) and frowning at the dark sky as a light drizzle starts up. The air is chilled. He hugs his jacket around him tighter and peers up and down the street. There's only a few people out, walking briskly in their attempt to get out of the rain as soon as possible.
He can see his breath when he breathes. Soon enough snow will start falling instead of rain. Winter had always seemed cold and lonely to him in the past but now he finds himself daydreaming as he waits, imagining what it'd be like to cuddle up with Jaejoong and a couple cups of hot chocolate, all snug under a thick blanket. The picture doesn't feel right in his cramped dorm (and with his luck Yoochun would barge in and ruin it anyway) so he tries to imagine what Jaejoong's apartment looks like. Maybe on his couch in front of some stupid movie? His thoughts are ridiculous and pathetic and yet somehow he feels his chest grow warm at the thought.
He's beginning to wonder about his sanity (and how badly head-over-heels he is) when someone slings an arm around his shoulders. He jumps slightly in surprise, turning to blink at Jaejoong's bright smile. He smells like cigarettes and cinnamon.
"Hey," Changmin breathes, half-moving to hug Jaejoong before wondering if that's okay. The blond solves the problem for him.
"Hey, you." He tries not to freeze up like a virginal little teenager as Jaejoong slides both arms around his neck and hugs him close, his breath warm against Changmin's cheek.
He closes his eyes, swallowing thickly as he slides his arms around Jaejoong's narrow waist, hugging him just a bit tighter than necessary. He's wearing just a light jacket and Changmin frowns when he realizes the blond is shivering.
"The rain caught me off guard," Jaejoong says by way of explanation as he finally pulls back, grinning up at Changmin's face. "It's good to see you again."
"Yeah, you too." Changmin shifts, staring at Jaejoong a bit awkwardly (he's flushed from the cold and his lips are so fucking inviting) before he clears his throat and checks his phone. "Uh, the movie's gonna start soon. I already got our tickets."
Jaejoong quirks an eyebrow before grinning and hooking one arm with Changmin's. "Guess we better get inside then, yeah? Lead on."
He takes a slow breath, grinning stupidly to himself as he leads Jaejoong into the theater. They get their tickets torn and settle into their seats (Jaejoong picks the back row and Changmin's imagination goes wild with the possibilities), shedding their damp coats in hopes of warming up. Before he can even think about whether or not they're allowed to cuddle Jaejoong solves the problem for him again. He puts the armrest between them up, shifting a bit closer before looping Changmin's arm over his own shoulders and snuggling up against him. He lays his head down on Changmin's shoulder and sighs in content.
"You're comfy," Jaejoong whispers as previews start. There's a moment's pause as he shifts around slightly before tilting his head back to blink up at Changmin. "You don't mind, right?"
"No," Changmin breathes, blinking wide eyes straight ahead, grinning stupidly. He's tense at first but Jaejoong's casual enough about it all that he finds himself relaxing as well. He slowly begins stroking the blond's shoulder through his sweater, cheeks flushing in happiness as he hears Jaejoong hum his approval. Maybe, just maybe, an exciting make-out session in the back row of the theater isn't so far out of the question.
His thoughts spiral down into naughty, naughty territory as he considers how quiet he can be while receiving a professional blowjob. Not that quiet, he muses. However, whatever plans Changmin may have had for them, here in the darkness of the back row of the theater, are severely hampered when Jaejoong falls asleep within the first 15 minutes of the movie.
While it's certainly not a shining example of modern cinema at its finest, Changmin doesn't necessarily think it's a bad movie, per say. It's definitely loud and bloody and full of plot holes and excessive nudity (no male nudity, unfortunately; why do slasher movies require breasts?); not exactly the ideal lullaby, but Jaejoong doesn't seem to be very picky about his bedtime stories.
Changmin's not sure if he should be offended by his date falling asleep, but he's not. Jaejoong looks -dare he say it- cute when he's asleep; so relaxed and unguarded. He rapidly loses interest in the movie as he stares at Jaejoong's lips, ignoring the girl shrieking on screen as she's butchered with an axe.
He's not sure how much time passes before a particularly piercing cry rouses Jaejoong from his catnap. The blond blinks rapidly, shifting against Changmin before blinking up at him with a shy little apologetic smile as he sits up.
"Shit, sorry. How long was I out?" His voice is slightly gravely from sleep and Changmin suppresses a light shiver.
"I dunno, maybe 15 minutes? Don't worry about it." He offers Jaejoong a grin and the man chuckles in response. "You sleepy?"
"Sorry, it's just been a long day. Had to get up early." Jaejoong yawns, blinking a bit before grinning at Changmin sheepishly. "Not much of a plot-driven movie, is it?"
"The movie wasn't really the point," Changmin says without thinking. He blushes a bit when Jaejoong eyes him with an amused little smile.
"Fair enough," he finally whispers in reply, snuggling easily back against Changmin's side. They stare at the screen together as another woman gets hunted down by the psychopathic murder. Her top has somehow, miraculously gotten lost and she's running almost naked through the forest.
"Her boobs are fake," Jaejoong says suddenly, nuzzling Changmin's shoulder.
"What?"
"Her boobs," Jaejoong repeats, pointing at the screen as if there's genuinely a need to specify which breasts are in question, "are fake."
"They are?" Changmin blinks a bit at the girl, who trips and falls in the forest. Why the hell are they always in a forest?
"See how they don't really move, even when she's running? They look like two melons bolted on to her chest." Jaejoong grins a little. "They're fake."
"Oh. You're right." Changmin frowns as he watches the murderer reach the girl. "How'd you learn that?"
"I've done straight porn in my time," Jaejoong drawls (and Changmin colors slightly because yes, he even owns Jaejoong's straight porn). "I learned what fake tits look like." He watches passively as the axe is buried in the girl's midsection, splitting her open like a rotten fruit.
"Oh," Changmin can't think of anything else to say because Jaejoong's started nuzzling his neck.
"You smell good," the blond whispers. Changmin feels his cheeks heat up at the compliment. He opens his mouth to reply but anything he may have said dies on the tip of his tongue when he feels Jaejoong's lips press against his neck. They're warm and soft and he can feel them stretch into a smile as Jaejoong begins slowly kissing his way up to Changmin's jaw.
He finds himself frozen, his brain in deep freeze and unable to respond as Jaejoong's lips land on the corner of his mouth. It's one thing to daydream about necking in the theater with a porn star; it's quite another to be faced with the reality. The softest of moans trickles past his lips as Jaejoong cups his cheek, turning Changmin's head to face him.
"Is this okay?" he asks very softly, gazing into his eyes and Changmin stares at him, dumbfounded. Jaejoong certainly wasn't asking if everything was okay when he shoved his hand down his pants and jerked him off in the middle of a restaurant; why the hell is he asking now?
When he doesn't respond right away Jaejoong bites his lower lip, looking at Changmin almost shyly. It makes him look younger than he is and Changmin breaks into a small smile. "O-of course," he finally whispers, grinning when Jaejoong grins before leaning in and kissing him softly.
Somehow he thought there'd be fireworks when they first kissed properly, or maybe a Hallelujah chorus in the background (shit, maybe even bells ringing in his mind). There's none of that. Instead he feels a slow, simmering heat low in his belly and a slight twitch of his cock as Jaejoong sucks softly at his lower lip.
He doesn't kiss back, not at first. He's still, cheek hot under Jaejoong's palm, lips slightly parted and tingling as Jaejoong presses another kiss against his mouth, sucking lightly at his upper lip instead. Belatedly his heart begins to pound and blood redirects furiously towards his crotch. Changmin moans a little, finally closing his eyes as he turns his head slightly and begins to respond. Jaejoong murmurs softly as he moves just that much closer and suddenly it gets really fucking serious.
Jaejoong's a treat to kiss, Changmin decides. His lips are just as soft as they always looked, very pliant and easy to suck on. The blond lets him take the lead, making pleased little sounds as Changmin slides his tongue into his mouth, searching and exploring like there's going to be a quiz on it later. Jaejoong tastes faintly of cigarettes and is sucking at his tongue and Changmin's pretty sure he's got the biggest fucking boner of his life throbbing in his pants.
He slides his arm from Jaejoong's shoulders down around his waist. If all his blood wasn't inflating his cock he'd be wondering why this is the second time in just two days he's had a horribly inappropriate boner in public; Jaejoong just seems to have that effect on him and it should be mildly horrifying that he's not worth anything whenever the blond is nearby. Except, it's not, because Jaejoong is a fucking treat to kiss and right now nothing else in the world matters more than the blond man in his arms.
His lungs are beginning to burn when they finally break for air. Jaejoong nuzzles his lips, pressing little butterfly kisses to his mouth and cheeks before finally pulling back enough to grin up at Changmin teasingly. He looks like a kid who just stole a cookie when no one was looking. Changmin decides it's a very cute look.
"Jaejoong," he whispers, glancing at the movie before looking back at the grinning blond who's still stroking his cheek, "I..."
"Mmm?"
"Um..." He squirms a bit and blushes hard. Jaejoong's smile is just this side of wicked.
"You know," the blond says suddenly, the garrish sounds from the movie serving to mask their conversation from the few other patrons at the theater, "if we're dating -and, I'm assuming we are since I got a call-back-"
"Mmhmm," Changmin hums in response, seeking out Jaejoong's neck with his lips.
"-then I was thinking we should do this like a proper couple. And, ah, couples just don't hop into bed with each other right after they get together..."
"What?" Changmin stops in mid-kiss, sitting back to stare at the blond. It's like the pin finally dropped and he's suddenly overcome with the horrible sinking feeling that Jaejoong is going to just leave him tonight with a very large problem.
"T-then what the hell is this?" he finally whispers in response, gesturing to the two of them necking in the back row like their lives depended on it.
"A little something to remember me by tonight," the blond whispers into his ear, sucking lightly on his earlobe before trailing kisses back to his mouth. Changmin practically whimpers.
"That's really mean." His voice sounds like he's sulking and Jaejoong's grin just gets bigger.
"You want me to stop?"
"... No..."
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Changmin doesn't remember the rest of the movie. He spends it with his tongue down Jaejoong's throat, fingers tangled in those soft, blond locks, trying to ignore the very insistent and very demanding hard on in his pants.
Jaejoong's a total cocktease and he's not sure if he should be angry or amused. He's slightly mortified that he entertained the notion of jerking off in the theater's bathroom but Jaejoong didn't give him the chance, choosing to walk him down the street towards the university and tease him with a few more lingering kisses before finally flagging down a cab.
After Jaejoong gets in and the car pulls away Changmin nearly sprints back to his dorm. He locks himself in the bathroom, turning the water on to drown out Yoochun's nosy questions about the date before stripping down and getting in the shower. The hot water is delicious on his chilled skin and he jerks himself off slowly, relishing the taste and feel of the blond's mouth and imagining it on his skin, his chest, his fucking cock. He comes messily at that thought, spraying creamy white onto the tiled walls of the shower before his back hits the wall and he fights to keep his balance while trying to catch his breath.
He finishes his shower quickly, making sure the water rinsed away any evidence of his furious little jerk-off session. Yoochun would never let him hear the end of it if he knew. It's when he's toweling his hair that he notices the light on his phone is blinking. He picks it up off the counter and flips it open, feeling a strange little jolt in his belly when he sees it's from Jaejoong.
Did you think of me? ♥
He slams the phone shut a bit harder then necessary, blushing before breaking out into nervous little giggles.
"Cocktease," he whispers without a hint of malice, grinning stupidly at himself in the mirror.
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