Porn Star (4/10?)
Porn Star (4/10?)
boomtrack @ kiiteruno
JaeMin, YunJae, BFF!YooMin; NC-17, AU Porn-Star!verse; ~5,000 words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual for me.
A porn star and his fanboy.
AN: I realize this part took an insanely long time for me to complete. I'm sorry for that. :/ But, even if the next few chapters also end up taking a long time, please don't think I'm dropping this story, because I am absolutely NOT dropping it until it is finished. I have a story I want to tell and I will doggedly stick it out until it is told, regardless how long it takes. I hope you guys will stick it out with me, too.
To make up for the long absense, this chapter is long and full of NC-17 goodness. :D Enjoy~♥
Finally, this chapter owes its existence to reallycorking and yuukihitohira, without which it may have never gotten done. :3 Thank you for your help, gaiz. :D ♥♥♥
Feedback is a plus! Please let me know what you think of their relationship so far. ♥
He wakes suddenly to the sound of his phone buzzing wildly on his nightstand. Yoochun makes a displeased sound across the room (something between a grunt and a whine) and Changmin's hand flies out automatically, fumbling with his phone before his thumb nicks a button on the side and the device falls silent.
"Sorry," Changmin murmurs into the dark, rolling onto his back before he brings his phone to his face and checks the time. 8:23. Shit, I'm late.
"S'okay," Yoochun mumbles across the room before smooshing his face into his pillow.
It takes a few moments for Changmin's sluggish mind to remind him that his phone has no reason to be going off at 8:23 in the morning. He brings it to his face again and flips it open. The bright light from the display blinds him momentarily, making his eyes water before they focus properly on the words displayed. A text.
I've got some time Wednesday night. You wanna come over to my place?
Changmin stares at the words, at a complete and utter loss. Whose house? Wednesday night? When's that? Belatedly he drags his eyes up to the name of the sender. Jaejoong.
"Jaejoong," he reads softly aloud, his brain finally kicking into gear and connecting the text to the blond cocktease that left him with the Blue Balls From Hell last night. Motherfucker. He brings his other hand up and begins typing a response, not bothering to fight the smirk on his face.
"You're not leaving me for him tonight, are you?" Yoochun suddenly mumbles. His face is half-mashed into his pillow and Changmin can barely understand him.
"No, Wednesday night," he replies.
Wednesday night sounds fine. What do you want to do?
"Good." Yoochun shifts his head a bit, bringing his mouth out of his pillow so he can speak properly. "I wanted to do something together tonight, just the two of us. You've been blowing me off lately for your little porn star."
"Sorry," Changmin finds himself saying again, his voice carrying a distinct lack of remorse.
"Sure you are." Yoochun sounds like he's smiling. "How 'bout it? Some pizza, some beer, and I can get reacquainted with my favorite dongsaeng."
"I'm your only dongsaeng," Changmin corrects, setting his phone down on his stomach. He's never going to make Calculus at 9.
"Not true."
"The only one that puts up with you."
Yoochun snorts and Changmin knows he's won that fight when Yoochun suddenly switches topics. "So how'd your date go last night?"
"It went," Changmin responds at length, mind wandering as he mulls over his schedule. He won't make Calculus but if he gets going soon he'll be able to get to Anatomy at 10.
"Stop saying that." Yoochun lets out a bone-cracking yawn as he rolls onto his back. "S'not an answer."
"It's all the answer you get for now," Changmin murmurs, grabbing his phone when it buzzes to life once more on his stomach. He chuckles as he reads the message.
I'm bribing you with food and drinks and my 'company.' ♥
"He's sending you dirty texts again, isn't he."
"What?" Changmin blinks across the darkness of their dorm room. There's no way Yoochun can read what Jaejoong's sending him but even so he finds himself hiding the screen from his roommate's line of sight.
"I can practically hear you popping a boner from here."
Changmin rolls his eyes as he sits up, snapping his phone shut. "Shut up, you perv." He ignores Yoochun's snickering as he stumbles sleepily off for a shower to face the day.
///
Nothing is quite as hysterical, Yoochun decides, as Changmin after half of a bottle of vodka.
His dongsaeng is drunk, very drunk. Changmin keeps blinking purposefully every few seconds, trying valiantly to bring his eyes properly into focus but it doesn't quite seem to be working. Yoochun's pretty sure Changmin had no intention of getting this drunk on a "school night," but Yoochun's also proud of his lack of morals and ability to get his roommate into just about any state desired. What Changmin may or may not have planned on doing had never actually factored into Yoochun's agenda for the night.
He tries not to laugh outright as Changmin grips weakly at the comforter on the bed they're leaning against, trying to keep himself upright. His dongsaeng's face is slightly pink, ears flushed from the alcohol he's consumed. It might not be fair that Yoochun hasn't had nearly as much to drink, but Changmin doesn't actually need to know that.
"So how was the movie?" Yoochun asks suddenly. He smiles when Changmin raises glossy eyes up to peer at him blearily.
"The movie?"
"Yeah, the one you saw with Jaejoong."
Changmin frowns, his brow creasing in confusion. "I don't really remember it."
"Is that so?" Yoochun hides a grin when Changmin nods vigorously. "Why's that?"
"Jaejoong's good at distractions," Changmin finally replies as he sips heavily at his glass. The ratio of vodka to soda is nearly fifty-fifty but Changmin no longer seems to taste the alcohol.
"Oh yeah?" Yoochun shifts a bit closer on the floor, peering at Changmin with a smile. "So what happened, then?"
"He kissed me." The answer is blunt and slightly confused, as if Changmin can't quite understand why Yoochun's even asking.
"Was it good?"
"It's always good," Changmin blurts out happily. He smiles wide enough to show both rows of teeth and Yoochun laughs.
"Did you tell him that?"
"Tell him what?" Changmin blinks at him hard again, his eyes sliding slightly out of focus.
"Did you tell him that he's good?" As soon as the words are out Yoochun knows what he wants to do. It's mean and Changmin will probably hate him in the morning but at the moment it sounds like a delicious little idea.
"No," Changmin admits slowly, fingering the glass he's holding with both hands before giving Yoochun the opening he's waiting for. "Do you think I should?"
Perfect. "Absolutely, yes." Yoochun nods solemnly as he retrieves Changmin's cell and drops it in the younger man's lap. "Text him and tell him how good he is."
"Okay," Changmin mumbles. He sets his glass down on the floor and nearly spills the contents all over the carpet; only quick reflexes on Yoochun's part save them from having to borrow a carpet cleaner from their neighbors (again). Changmin opens his cell and Yoochun scoots a bit closer, their shoulders pressed together as he reads what Changmin's typing.
Jaejoong, you are good! Very good. Why are you so talented?
Yoochun bites his lip to keep from snickering aloud as he watches the text get sent. It's blunt and not exactly tactful and he wonders how upset the porn star will be over such a question. He's pretty sure Kim Jaejoong would be the kind of person to have a sense of humor over these kinds of things, especially if he's dating Changmin, who, while a straight-A student, isn't always known for being the most polite person alive.
The response comes soon enough, while Changmin's moving to lay his head down on Yoochun's lap. This is not generally behavior Yoochun, Straight Man Extraordinaire, encourages, but alcohol makes him tolerant and it makes Changmin touchy-feely, and he can't quite bring himself to shove his roommate away.
Since Changmin makes no move for his phone Yoochun takes it, absently petting Changmin's hair as he flips the cell open and reads the text.
Just how much have you had to drink? ♥
Yoochun snorts. "He's on to you, Changmin-ah." He barely gets a hum in response, Changmin half-heartedly nuzzling his thigh before promptly turning into dead weight.
Uh oh. "Did you just pass out on me?" No response. Yoochun groans faintly, mind conjuring up less than wonderful images of trying to haul his taller, heavier, and wholly unconscious roommate into bed. Maybe he'll just let Changmin sleep it off on the floor.
He looks back at the cell in his hand, nibbling at his lip before he pushes 'reply' and begins to type.
Too much, apparently, because he just passed out. This is Yoochun, his roommate.
He hits 'send' with a little smile. He'd entertained the notion of replying as Changmin for a while, just to see how long he could fool Jaejoong, but Yoochun is well aware that Changmin will already be ticked off over getting him so drunk when he has school the next morning (not to mention that initial dirty little text. Hehe, so worth it though). It's probably best to minimize the number of things Changmin will want to beat him into a bloody pulp for.
Jaejoong's response comes before Yoochun even gets around to summoning the energy to get up.
Oh, Yoochun! He's talked about you. Said you were a great roommate. ♥ Is Changmin alright?
"You talked about me, huh? Only good things, I hope," Yoochun mutters to his unconscious roomate, grinning all the while.
Ya, he'll be fine. Just take it easy on him tomorrow. He might have a headache.
He sets the phone down and heaves a sigh. Yoochun has to admit he's never thought of himself as the best hyung in the world. He doesn't lead by example and his vices certainly outweigh his virtues. Him and Changmin are probably about as different as two human beings can get and yet still safely occupy the same space; not to say they don't grate on each other's nerves, which they do, on occasion. Yet, despite how irritating Changmin can be, he's still Changmin, his roommate and dongsaeng, and Yoochun finds himself feeling oddly protective of the kid.
"When're you gonna let me meet him?" he murmurs softly, sliding fingers through Changmin's hair. He gets a faint snore in response.
The cell beeps again and Yoochun picks it up.
Absolutely, of course. I promise to return him with his virtue intact. Mostly. ♥
Yoochun snorts and laughs as he sets the phone aside. "I guess that's good enough for me." He grins down at Changmin, still laying in his lap and dead to the world. "Guess you need some proper beauty sleep then, huh?"
It takes a while to get Changmin into bed, as the boy is completely dead weight and entirely unhelpful and Yoochun doesn't really have any burning desire to crack the kid's head open on the floor. He takes a moment to get Changmin out of his jeans and t-shirt, knowing full-well that the younger man sleeps better without them.
It's sometime after Yoochun finishes tucking Changmin into his bed and himself into his own that he thinks, while he may have more vices than virtues and he may suck at being a role model, he still cares about his dongsaeng, and maybe that's the most important thing.
He falls asleep feeling oddly content with himself.
///
The following evening Changmin arrives at Jaejoong's apartment still nursing a hangover. It's faded throughout the day but never entirely disappeared; a constant, throbbing, dull reminder never to drink with Yoochun. It's an important lesson he'll remember for all of a week.
He can't quite recall what was discussed while they (okay, well, he, if he knows Yoochun well enough) knocked back vodka shots. Something about Jaejoong and movies. Yoochun probably pumped him for information about his last date. Oh well, it could be worse; Yoochun could've suddenly confessed he was gay and they could have made passionate, drunken sex on the floor of their dorm while their neighbors listened and Yoochun could have come all over Changmin's Anatomy book and then he would've been stuck with a sticky, come-stained Anatomy book for the rest of the semester.
He'd probably just buy another one.
Jaejoong answers his door then and Changmin blinks away his daydreams to focus on what's in front of him. Jaejoong's dressed in some ratty jeans and a white tank top, topped off with a hoodie that seems to be falling off one shoulder. He absently pulls it back up as he grins at Changmin.
"You made it!" Jaejoong pulls him easily into his apartment, giving him a quick, tight hug before pulling back.
"Yeah, it wasn't hard to find." Changmin grins as he peels off his jacket and hangs it up in the closet, taking a moment to pull off his boots as Jaejoong disappears around the corner. "This is a nice place," he says, and it's not just idle conversation; Jaejoong's place is in a fairly upper middle-class complex. The living room is rather spacious and he wonders if this is a two-bedroom apartment.
"Yeah well, job pays well," Jaejoong's voice floats from the kitchen and Changmin follows, nose enticed by the spicy scents hanging in the air. He finds the blond at the stove, stirring a pot of soup and his stomach growls appreciatively at the prospect of something other than frozen, prepackaged, or fast food.
"You cooked?"
"It's been known to happen." Jaejoong grins at him, looking pleased with himself. "One of those 'survival skill'-things you develop while living alone."
Changmin pouts, moving over to stand next to him by the stove. "I never learned."
"I'll teach you if you want," Jaejoong offers absently, lifting a spoonful of soup towards Changmin's mouth. "Here, taste this."
He does. It's hot and spicy and the burn makes him nearly moan. Jaejoong looks way too pleased with himself and Changmin licks his lips, offering a grin.
"I'll marry you if I can have a bowl of that."
Jaejoong bursts out laughing. "Sit down."
This dinner, Changmin is pleased to note, goes much better than their last. It's not awkward anymore; at least, not as bad as it was. Any periods of silence are no longer stifling, but comfortable, and Changmin realizes he has no problem opening his mouth to ask questions this time around. There's no need for alcohol to soothe his nerves, or for him to work up the courage to speak, and by the time he gets through his bowl of jjigae, making puppy eyes at the blond and asking for more comes easily.
"What's your family like?" Changmin asks suddenly as Jaejoong stands up from the table to refill his bowl for him.
"Big," is the immediate response. "Eight sisters."
Changmin whistles softly. "Seriously?"
"I'm not really related to any of them, though." Jaejoong grins at him as he sets the bowl back on the table before making his way to the fridge. "Do you drink red wine?"
Changmin frowns as he begins eating. "Yoochun just got me wasted last night. I don't really wanna get drunk again."
"I'm not talking about chugging the whole bottle, Changmin-ah, just a glass." He pulls a bottle from the top of the fridge and digs a corkscrew out of a drawer. "Are you hung over? Yoochun said you might have a hangover."
Changmin swears his heart stops. "You talked to Yoochun?"
Jaejoong gives him a grin as he sets about opening the bottle. "Briefly. He sent me texts on your phone last night."
"Oh, wonderful," Changmin whines and he flops back in his chair. "What did he say?"
"Nothing bad, don't worry." The cork comes free with a loud pop and Jaejoong pulls out two wine glasses. "He was just being all 'concerned hyung'-like. It was cute."
"I'll bet." Changmin frowns and makes a mental note to beat the crap out of his roommate later. "So what do you mean you're not related to any of your sisters?"
Jaejoong smiles as he fills the two glasses. "I'm adopted. I was raised in a foster home. None of us were related to each other. Mom and Dad only fostered daughters for years but for whatever reason they suddenly decided to try a boy. Maybe dad wanted some more testosterone in the house or something. He was probably feeling outnumbered."
Changmin laughs. "Do you still keep in touch with them?"
"Oh yeah, all the time." Jaejoong grins as he sets one glass down in front of Changmin. "Just saw one of my sisters last weekend."
"What do they all think of your-" Changmin pauses, wiggling his fingers in the air, "-ah, your job?"
"Mmm," Jaejoong hums, sipping at his wine before he pulls a cigarette from a pack on the table and sits down. "I don't think it's what they expected? But, you know, I'm not a drug dealer and I'm not out hooking it on the streets, so as far as they're concerned, I was a success." He tucks the cigarette between his lips and lights up, smiling as he watches Changmin eat. "One of my sisters actually told me she collects my videos. That's not weird in a off-color, incestuous way or anything."
"No, not at all," Changmin murmurs with a grin. He picks up the glass and sips the wine curiously, doing his best not to cough; it's richer than the cheap vodka he's used to drinking with Yoochun and he finds himself wondering absently how much this stuff costs. Jaejoong either doesn't notice Changmin's reaction to the wine or is too polite to comment.
"Anyway, what about you? Have any siblings?" The blond is kind enough to blow the smoke away from the table and Changmin grins.
"Yeah, two sisters," he says as he finishes the last of his jjigae.
"And what does your family think about your love of the male form?"
Changmin snorts at the wording. "They got over it. Mom was kinda depressed cause she wants grandkids and all that, but she's got two daughters so she'll get them eventually."
"True enough," Jaejoong agrees. He picks up his wine then, taking a final drag before mushing his cigarette out in an ashtray. "C'mon, let's go sit out in the living room."
"Alright." He grabs his wine as well, sipping at the glass as he follows Jaejoong like a duckling.
The couch in the living room is big, worn, and impossibly comfy-looking, and when Jaejoong settles himself down on it Changmin is more than eager to follow. He stretches his legs out in front of him, tummy full and wine making his head a little muzzy.
"I'm glad you could make it tonight," Jaejoong says suddenly. He's barely touched any of his wine and Changmin suddenly gets the strange feeling Jaejoong's trying to get him drunk.
"Me too," he finally replies. He finds himself sipping at his glass out of habit. Half the alcohol is already gone. Dammit, he's gonna end up drunk again.
"It's our third date already." Jaejoong chuckles. "And you know what they say about the third date."
"What's that?"
The blond grins into his wine glass. "That's when the girl starts to put out."
Changmin can't stop himself from laughing a bit. "Are you a girl?"
"Well," Jaejoong sighs, grinning as he shifts onto his knees and, in one smooth motion, straddles Changmin's thighs, "I wouldn't mind playing the 'girl' for you."
Changmin blinks as he watches the blond set his wine glass on the endtable. He holds on to his own dumbly, tensing slightly as Jaejoong gets settled in his lap. It takes his brain a moment to catch up to this turn of events, to the fact that he's got a gorgeous, sexy blond man straddling his thighs and scooting closer.
"Let me take that," Jaejoong whispers, gently plucking the wine glass from Changmin's hand and setting it next to his own on the endtable. "Don't wanna spill red wine on the carpet."
"Yeah," Changmin breathes, but now he's got nothing to do with his hands. He begins to lower them to the couch before Jaejoong catches them, threading their fingers together.
"Why do you get so nervous?" He asks suddenly, voice soft. He's watching Changmin with very steady eyes. It's almost unnerving.
"Um..."
"Are you a virgin?"
"What? No!" Changmin laughs awkwardly at the question, his heart speeding up when Jaejoong smiles.
"Then what is it?"
"It's... you," he breathes, cheeks beginning to darken, because even if this is the third date and even if they are getting comfortable, this is still Kim motherfucking Jaejoong (and everything that he brings with him) sitting in his lap.
"Yeah, it's me." Jaejoong's thumb is stroking the back of his hand and he swallows hard. "But it's just me."
"Just you..."
"Yeah," Jaejoong says as he leans in close, "just me."
The first kiss is soft, warm, and ridiculously easy to fall into. Jaejoong takes the lead and Changmin is more than willing to let him, lips parting easily when the blond's tongue presses forward. Jaejoong drops his hands in favor of cupping his jaw and he finds himself slowly, slowly sliding his arms around the blond's waist. Jaejoong hums his approval, teasing wickedly with his tongue and Changmin feels all his blood rush to his cock.
They break apart eventually, Jaejoong planting butterfly kisses at the corner of his mouth before he sits back and begins unzipping his hoodie.
"Why'd you try to get me drunk?" Changmin asks stupidly. Jaejoong grins at him.
"I wasn't," he says as he tugs the hoodie down his arms. "Just trying to help you relax."
"Oh." It's a mindless answer, as all the blood usually manning his brain is currenly pooled between his legs. He wonders if all men get this stupid when they're horny or if he's just lucky.
"Did it help?"
"Not really."
Jaejoong laughs silently as he drops his hoodie on the floor. The tanktop he's still wearing is white and thin and entirely not legal in Changmin's mind. He can see the outline of the blond's nipple piercing and his cock gives a healthy throb at the sight. He wonders if Jaejoong can feel it.
It hits him then, that the blond in his lap is beginning to shed layers and he wonders how far this is going to go.
"Oh my god," Changmin finally whispers, looking up at Jaejoong's face when the blond laughs.
"No need to be so formal."
The joke is lost on Changmin as Jaejoong leans in close again, claiming his mouth once more. He hugs the blond a bit tighter, hands splayed against Jaejoong's back and when Jaejoong presses flush against him his whole body shivers. He can feel the other man's cock pressing against his hip and it fascinates, it boggles his mind. He's making out with Jaejoong in the best way possible and the other man is actually hard.
Wanting someone is one thing, but having that person want you back is an entirely new matter altogether.
"Jaejoong," Changmin whimpers pathetically when they break next. The blond hums softly, trailing kisses to Changmin's neck where he seeks out the tender spot below his ear and abuses it. The tongue on his skin makes his toes curl and he clings at Jaejoong, mouth hanging open to pant.
"Damn you're sexy when you're turned on," Jaejoong murmurs gently before he begins using teeth. Changmin lets out a completely undignified mew, eyes screwed shut while his mind runs in circles. He's sexy? What is Jaejoong even talking about? Jaejoong is the one that's sexy when he's turned on, with his lips all swollen and red and his pupils blown and his cock hard and leaking.
I wanna see his cock, Changmin thinks and yet completely doesn't have the guts to say.
"Wha-... what're you-" he starts to ask, because he certainly wants to know what Jaejoong thinks is sexy but any and all words completely die on his lips when he feels the button of his pants pop open.
"Relax," Jaejoong whispers, sucking and nibbling and there's no way he's not going to have a hickey tomorrow. He feels the blond's fingers find the zipper, slowly lowering it down down down and the pressure against his dick is suddenly gone. His cheeks grow hot as he feels himself harden fully, poking out from his pants and barely covered by his underwear.
"Jaejoong," he gasps aloud, sucking in a breath, and before he can work up the courage to open his eyes the blond's hand slides into his pants, massaging his cock with slow, firm strokes. He jerks, hands fisting into Jaejoong's tanktop as he drops his head back against the couch. The most undignified sounds are spilling past his lips and he's pretty sure he's going to come undone.
"You're so sensitive," Jaejoong breathes into his ear as he nibbles at his earlobe. His fingers are talented and sure, working him easily through his underwear. Changmin's amazed he's leaking already; he can feel the material sticking to the head of his cock. He's sure Jaejoong can feel it.
Oh god, I think I'm gonna come.
"Jaejoong," he hisses, barely aware of the nearly desperate tone his voice has taken on. The blond chuckles, sinking his teeth into Changmin's neck and he arches his back, fucking whimpering aloud at the next firm downstroke on his cock. He feels his balls hug against his body and oh fuck, he's gonna-
"J-Jaejoong-ah, I-"
"Mmm?"
"A-ah!"
He hugs the blond tight, cheeks hot with shame as pleasure courses hand and hand with relief through his body. Liquid pumps out into his underwear under Jaejoong's hand, each spurt so, so satisfying and so, so humiliating.
Jaejoong makes an inquisitive sound, sitting back and pausing only a moment before he continues to stroke him, easing him through his orgasm and milking his cock for the last bits of release. He shivers as the last waves pass through his body, leaving him sated and boneless on Jaejoong's couch.
Silence.
He can't bring himself to open his eyes. He hears Jaejoong giggle and he flinches, horrified at his lack of control, but more, his lack of control with Jaejoong. He feels like a hormonal teenager yet again, something he's, unfortunately, getting used to these days.
"Changmin-ah." Jaejoong's voice is light, amused. "Hey, open your eyes."
"No."
Jaejoong snorts and laughs and then kisses him. It's warm and gentle and he can't ignore it so he welcomes it, lets it chase away the worst of the shame and humiliation. When they pull apart he opens his eyes automatically, staring at Jaejoong's expression of wry amusement and total affection.
"If you keep this up," Jaejoong finally says, tracing Changmin's cheek with his finger, "you're gonna blow my ego to the size of Korea."
Changmin laughs weakly and Jaejoong grins, kissing him lightly before hugging him tight. "Sorry."
"God, don't be. That was amazing," Jaejoong sighs, nuzzling his neck before kissing his cheek. "Stay here tonight?"
"What?"
The blond grins. "Stay with me tonight."
"I-... okay," Changmin breathes, and Jaejoong's grin makes him grin in return.
"I'll get you some pajamas, okay?" he says as he slides off Changmin's lap and disappears down the hall.
Changmin gets up and follows, buttoning his pants for the sake of modesty. Jaejoong gets him a pair of cotton pants and a fresh pair of underwear and tactfully directs him to the bathroom so he takes it upon himself to shower quickly, washing away the mess between his legs before changing.
By the time he steps out of the bathroom he can hear a TV from down the hall. He follows the sound, poking his head into Jaejoong's bedroom. The lights are already down. The room is done in blacks, silvers, and grays, taken up mostly by the double bed in the middle of it. The blond is stretched out on top of the sheets, wearing a similar pair of cotton pants and a new tank top. Changmin frowns.
"Hey, why do you get a shirt?"
Jaejoong grins, eyes roving over Changmin's exposed torso. "Cause it's my apartment. C'mere." He turns the volume down before tossing the remote for the TV aside.
Changmin does as ordered, dropping his clothes next to the bed. "Thanks for the, um, pajamas-"
Jaejoong smiles as he pulls Changmin to lay down next to him. "Leave your underwear here and I'll wash them for you."
Changmin blushes, not bothering to respond and Jaejoong laughs, hugging him from behind as they stretch out and settle in.
"You're adorable, you know that?" Jaejoong says suddenly. "So cute."
"Shut up."
Jaejoong snickers and splays his hand over Changmin's belly, stroking the skin softly. After a few moments he speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper and much more serious.
"I think I really like you."
Changmin blushes and grins, laying his hand over Jaejoong's on his belly.
"I think I really like you, too."
///
At 7:30 the alarm on his phone goes off, chiming merrily from the pocket of his pants. Changmin groans and lifts a hand to his forehead, blinking sleep from his eyes as he tries to remember where he is.
Jaejoong's place.
He sits up, reaching down and digging through his pockets before he finds his phone and shuts off the alarm. He stares at the display, which reminds him in bold, white letters that it's Thursday and he has Calculus at 9.
Fuck.
"Do you have to go?" Jaejoong asks suddenly, his voice husky and deep with sleep. Changmin shifts, peeking over his shoulder. The blond's hair is messy, sticking every which way, lips pulled into a soft smile and suddenly classes and Calculus and a college degree can't even compare to sleeping in with Jaejoong.
"No," he finally whispers, lying through his teeth. It must show because Jaejoong's smile gets bigger.
"Rebel," he yawns and pulls Changmin close, snuggling up against his back. "Mmm, you're warm."
And this is how Changmin misses Calculus two days in a row.
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JaeMin, YunJae, BFF!YooMin; NC-17, AU Porn-Star!verse; ~5,000 words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual for me.
A porn star and his fanboy.
AN: I realize this part took an insanely long time for me to complete. I'm sorry for that. :/ But, even if the next few chapters also end up taking a long time, please don't think I'm dropping this story, because I am absolutely NOT dropping it until it is finished. I have a story I want to tell and I will doggedly stick it out until it is told, regardless how long it takes. I hope you guys will stick it out with me, too.
To make up for the long absense, this chapter is long and full of NC-17 goodness. :D Enjoy~♥
Finally, this chapter owes its existence to reallycorking and yuukihitohira, without which it may have never gotten done. :3 Thank you for your help, gaiz. :D ♥♥♥
Feedback is a plus! Please let me know what you think of their relationship so far. ♥
He wakes suddenly to the sound of his phone buzzing wildly on his nightstand. Yoochun makes a displeased sound across the room (something between a grunt and a whine) and Changmin's hand flies out automatically, fumbling with his phone before his thumb nicks a button on the side and the device falls silent.
"Sorry," Changmin murmurs into the dark, rolling onto his back before he brings his phone to his face and checks the time. 8:23. Shit, I'm late.
"S'okay," Yoochun mumbles across the room before smooshing his face into his pillow.
It takes a few moments for Changmin's sluggish mind to remind him that his phone has no reason to be going off at 8:23 in the morning. He brings it to his face again and flips it open. The bright light from the display blinds him momentarily, making his eyes water before they focus properly on the words displayed. A text.
I've got some time Wednesday night. You wanna come over to my place?
Changmin stares at the words, at a complete and utter loss. Whose house? Wednesday night? When's that? Belatedly he drags his eyes up to the name of the sender. Jaejoong.
"Jaejoong," he reads softly aloud, his brain finally kicking into gear and connecting the text to the blond cocktease that left him with the Blue Balls From Hell last night. Motherfucker. He brings his other hand up and begins typing a response, not bothering to fight the smirk on his face.
"You're not leaving me for him tonight, are you?" Yoochun suddenly mumbles. His face is half-mashed into his pillow and Changmin can barely understand him.
"No, Wednesday night," he replies.
Wednesday night sounds fine. What do you want to do?
"Good." Yoochun shifts his head a bit, bringing his mouth out of his pillow so he can speak properly. "I wanted to do something together tonight, just the two of us. You've been blowing me off lately for your little porn star."
"Sorry," Changmin finds himself saying again, his voice carrying a distinct lack of remorse.
"Sure you are." Yoochun sounds like he's smiling. "How 'bout it? Some pizza, some beer, and I can get reacquainted with my favorite dongsaeng."
"I'm your only dongsaeng," Changmin corrects, setting his phone down on his stomach. He's never going to make Calculus at 9.
"Not true."
"The only one that puts up with you."
Yoochun snorts and Changmin knows he's won that fight when Yoochun suddenly switches topics. "So how'd your date go last night?"
"It went," Changmin responds at length, mind wandering as he mulls over his schedule. He won't make Calculus but if he gets going soon he'll be able to get to Anatomy at 10.
"Stop saying that." Yoochun lets out a bone-cracking yawn as he rolls onto his back. "S'not an answer."
"It's all the answer you get for now," Changmin murmurs, grabbing his phone when it buzzes to life once more on his stomach. He chuckles as he reads the message.
I'm bribing you with food and drinks and my 'company.' ♥
"He's sending you dirty texts again, isn't he."
"What?" Changmin blinks across the darkness of their dorm room. There's no way Yoochun can read what Jaejoong's sending him but even so he finds himself hiding the screen from his roommate's line of sight.
"I can practically hear you popping a boner from here."
Changmin rolls his eyes as he sits up, snapping his phone shut. "Shut up, you perv." He ignores Yoochun's snickering as he stumbles sleepily off for a shower to face the day.
///
Nothing is quite as hysterical, Yoochun decides, as Changmin after half of a bottle of vodka.
His dongsaeng is drunk, very drunk. Changmin keeps blinking purposefully every few seconds, trying valiantly to bring his eyes properly into focus but it doesn't quite seem to be working. Yoochun's pretty sure Changmin had no intention of getting this drunk on a "school night," but Yoochun's also proud of his lack of morals and ability to get his roommate into just about any state desired. What Changmin may or may not have planned on doing had never actually factored into Yoochun's agenda for the night.
He tries not to laugh outright as Changmin grips weakly at the comforter on the bed they're leaning against, trying to keep himself upright. His dongsaeng's face is slightly pink, ears flushed from the alcohol he's consumed. It might not be fair that Yoochun hasn't had nearly as much to drink, but Changmin doesn't actually need to know that.
"So how was the movie?" Yoochun asks suddenly. He smiles when Changmin raises glossy eyes up to peer at him blearily.
"The movie?"
"Yeah, the one you saw with Jaejoong."
Changmin frowns, his brow creasing in confusion. "I don't really remember it."
"Is that so?" Yoochun hides a grin when Changmin nods vigorously. "Why's that?"
"Jaejoong's good at distractions," Changmin finally replies as he sips heavily at his glass. The ratio of vodka to soda is nearly fifty-fifty but Changmin no longer seems to taste the alcohol.
"Oh yeah?" Yoochun shifts a bit closer on the floor, peering at Changmin with a smile. "So what happened, then?"
"He kissed me." The answer is blunt and slightly confused, as if Changmin can't quite understand why Yoochun's even asking.
"Was it good?"
"It's always good," Changmin blurts out happily. He smiles wide enough to show both rows of teeth and Yoochun laughs.
"Did you tell him that?"
"Tell him what?" Changmin blinks at him hard again, his eyes sliding slightly out of focus.
"Did you tell him that he's good?" As soon as the words are out Yoochun knows what he wants to do. It's mean and Changmin will probably hate him in the morning but at the moment it sounds like a delicious little idea.
"No," Changmin admits slowly, fingering the glass he's holding with both hands before giving Yoochun the opening he's waiting for. "Do you think I should?"
Perfect. "Absolutely, yes." Yoochun nods solemnly as he retrieves Changmin's cell and drops it in the younger man's lap. "Text him and tell him how good he is."
"Okay," Changmin mumbles. He sets his glass down on the floor and nearly spills the contents all over the carpet; only quick reflexes on Yoochun's part save them from having to borrow a carpet cleaner from their neighbors (again). Changmin opens his cell and Yoochun scoots a bit closer, their shoulders pressed together as he reads what Changmin's typing.
Jaejoong, you are good! Very good. Why are you so talented?
Yoochun bites his lip to keep from snickering aloud as he watches the text get sent. It's blunt and not exactly tactful and he wonders how upset the porn star will be over such a question. He's pretty sure Kim Jaejoong would be the kind of person to have a sense of humor over these kinds of things, especially if he's dating Changmin, who, while a straight-A student, isn't always known for being the most polite person alive.
The response comes soon enough, while Changmin's moving to lay his head down on Yoochun's lap. This is not generally behavior Yoochun, Straight Man Extraordinaire, encourages, but alcohol makes him tolerant and it makes Changmin touchy-feely, and he can't quite bring himself to shove his roommate away.
Since Changmin makes no move for his phone Yoochun takes it, absently petting Changmin's hair as he flips the cell open and reads the text.
Just how much have you had to drink? ♥
Yoochun snorts. "He's on to you, Changmin-ah." He barely gets a hum in response, Changmin half-heartedly nuzzling his thigh before promptly turning into dead weight.
Uh oh. "Did you just pass out on me?" No response. Yoochun groans faintly, mind conjuring up less than wonderful images of trying to haul his taller, heavier, and wholly unconscious roommate into bed. Maybe he'll just let Changmin sleep it off on the floor.
He looks back at the cell in his hand, nibbling at his lip before he pushes 'reply' and begins to type.
Too much, apparently, because he just passed out. This is Yoochun, his roommate.
He hits 'send' with a little smile. He'd entertained the notion of replying as Changmin for a while, just to see how long he could fool Jaejoong, but Yoochun is well aware that Changmin will already be ticked off over getting him so drunk when he has school the next morning (not to mention that initial dirty little text. Hehe, so worth it though). It's probably best to minimize the number of things Changmin will want to beat him into a bloody pulp for.
Jaejoong's response comes before Yoochun even gets around to summoning the energy to get up.
Oh, Yoochun! He's talked about you. Said you were a great roommate. ♥ Is Changmin alright?
"You talked about me, huh? Only good things, I hope," Yoochun mutters to his unconscious roomate, grinning all the while.
Ya, he'll be fine. Just take it easy on him tomorrow. He might have a headache.
He sets the phone down and heaves a sigh. Yoochun has to admit he's never thought of himself as the best hyung in the world. He doesn't lead by example and his vices certainly outweigh his virtues. Him and Changmin are probably about as different as two human beings can get and yet still safely occupy the same space; not to say they don't grate on each other's nerves, which they do, on occasion. Yet, despite how irritating Changmin can be, he's still Changmin, his roommate and dongsaeng, and Yoochun finds himself feeling oddly protective of the kid.
"When're you gonna let me meet him?" he murmurs softly, sliding fingers through Changmin's hair. He gets a faint snore in response.
The cell beeps again and Yoochun picks it up.
Absolutely, of course. I promise to return him with his virtue intact. Mostly. ♥
Yoochun snorts and laughs as he sets the phone aside. "I guess that's good enough for me." He grins down at Changmin, still laying in his lap and dead to the world. "Guess you need some proper beauty sleep then, huh?"
It takes a while to get Changmin into bed, as the boy is completely dead weight and entirely unhelpful and Yoochun doesn't really have any burning desire to crack the kid's head open on the floor. He takes a moment to get Changmin out of his jeans and t-shirt, knowing full-well that the younger man sleeps better without them.
It's sometime after Yoochun finishes tucking Changmin into his bed and himself into his own that he thinks, while he may have more vices than virtues and he may suck at being a role model, he still cares about his dongsaeng, and maybe that's the most important thing.
He falls asleep feeling oddly content with himself.
///
The following evening Changmin arrives at Jaejoong's apartment still nursing a hangover. It's faded throughout the day but never entirely disappeared; a constant, throbbing, dull reminder never to drink with Yoochun. It's an important lesson he'll remember for all of a week.
He can't quite recall what was discussed while they (okay, well, he, if he knows Yoochun well enough) knocked back vodka shots. Something about Jaejoong and movies. Yoochun probably pumped him for information about his last date. Oh well, it could be worse; Yoochun could've suddenly confessed he was gay and they could have made passionate, drunken sex on the floor of their dorm while their neighbors listened and Yoochun could have come all over Changmin's Anatomy book and then he would've been stuck with a sticky, come-stained Anatomy book for the rest of the semester.
He'd probably just buy another one.
Jaejoong answers his door then and Changmin blinks away his daydreams to focus on what's in front of him. Jaejoong's dressed in some ratty jeans and a white tank top, topped off with a hoodie that seems to be falling off one shoulder. He absently pulls it back up as he grins at Changmin.
"You made it!" Jaejoong pulls him easily into his apartment, giving him a quick, tight hug before pulling back.
"Yeah, it wasn't hard to find." Changmin grins as he peels off his jacket and hangs it up in the closet, taking a moment to pull off his boots as Jaejoong disappears around the corner. "This is a nice place," he says, and it's not just idle conversation; Jaejoong's place is in a fairly upper middle-class complex. The living room is rather spacious and he wonders if this is a two-bedroom apartment.
"Yeah well, job pays well," Jaejoong's voice floats from the kitchen and Changmin follows, nose enticed by the spicy scents hanging in the air. He finds the blond at the stove, stirring a pot of soup and his stomach growls appreciatively at the prospect of something other than frozen, prepackaged, or fast food.
"You cooked?"
"It's been known to happen." Jaejoong grins at him, looking pleased with himself. "One of those 'survival skill'-things you develop while living alone."
Changmin pouts, moving over to stand next to him by the stove. "I never learned."
"I'll teach you if you want," Jaejoong offers absently, lifting a spoonful of soup towards Changmin's mouth. "Here, taste this."
He does. It's hot and spicy and the burn makes him nearly moan. Jaejoong looks way too pleased with himself and Changmin licks his lips, offering a grin.
"I'll marry you if I can have a bowl of that."
Jaejoong bursts out laughing. "Sit down."
This dinner, Changmin is pleased to note, goes much better than their last. It's not awkward anymore; at least, not as bad as it was. Any periods of silence are no longer stifling, but comfortable, and Changmin realizes he has no problem opening his mouth to ask questions this time around. There's no need for alcohol to soothe his nerves, or for him to work up the courage to speak, and by the time he gets through his bowl of jjigae, making puppy eyes at the blond and asking for more comes easily.
"What's your family like?" Changmin asks suddenly as Jaejoong stands up from the table to refill his bowl for him.
"Big," is the immediate response. "Eight sisters."
Changmin whistles softly. "Seriously?"
"I'm not really related to any of them, though." Jaejoong grins at him as he sets the bowl back on the table before making his way to the fridge. "Do you drink red wine?"
Changmin frowns as he begins eating. "Yoochun just got me wasted last night. I don't really wanna get drunk again."
"I'm not talking about chugging the whole bottle, Changmin-ah, just a glass." He pulls a bottle from the top of the fridge and digs a corkscrew out of a drawer. "Are you hung over? Yoochun said you might have a hangover."
Changmin swears his heart stops. "You talked to Yoochun?"
Jaejoong gives him a grin as he sets about opening the bottle. "Briefly. He sent me texts on your phone last night."
"Oh, wonderful," Changmin whines and he flops back in his chair. "What did he say?"
"Nothing bad, don't worry." The cork comes free with a loud pop and Jaejoong pulls out two wine glasses. "He was just being all 'concerned hyung'-like. It was cute."
"I'll bet." Changmin frowns and makes a mental note to beat the crap out of his roommate later. "So what do you mean you're not related to any of your sisters?"
Jaejoong smiles as he fills the two glasses. "I'm adopted. I was raised in a foster home. None of us were related to each other. Mom and Dad only fostered daughters for years but for whatever reason they suddenly decided to try a boy. Maybe dad wanted some more testosterone in the house or something. He was probably feeling outnumbered."
Changmin laughs. "Do you still keep in touch with them?"
"Oh yeah, all the time." Jaejoong grins as he sets one glass down in front of Changmin. "Just saw one of my sisters last weekend."
"What do they all think of your-" Changmin pauses, wiggling his fingers in the air, "-ah, your job?"
"Mmm," Jaejoong hums, sipping at his wine before he pulls a cigarette from a pack on the table and sits down. "I don't think it's what they expected? But, you know, I'm not a drug dealer and I'm not out hooking it on the streets, so as far as they're concerned, I was a success." He tucks the cigarette between his lips and lights up, smiling as he watches Changmin eat. "One of my sisters actually told me she collects my videos. That's not weird in a off-color, incestuous way or anything."
"No, not at all," Changmin murmurs with a grin. He picks up the glass and sips the wine curiously, doing his best not to cough; it's richer than the cheap vodka he's used to drinking with Yoochun and he finds himself wondering absently how much this stuff costs. Jaejoong either doesn't notice Changmin's reaction to the wine or is too polite to comment.
"Anyway, what about you? Have any siblings?" The blond is kind enough to blow the smoke away from the table and Changmin grins.
"Yeah, two sisters," he says as he finishes the last of his jjigae.
"And what does your family think about your love of the male form?"
Changmin snorts at the wording. "They got over it. Mom was kinda depressed cause she wants grandkids and all that, but she's got two daughters so she'll get them eventually."
"True enough," Jaejoong agrees. He picks up his wine then, taking a final drag before mushing his cigarette out in an ashtray. "C'mon, let's go sit out in the living room."
"Alright." He grabs his wine as well, sipping at the glass as he follows Jaejoong like a duckling.
The couch in the living room is big, worn, and impossibly comfy-looking, and when Jaejoong settles himself down on it Changmin is more than eager to follow. He stretches his legs out in front of him, tummy full and wine making his head a little muzzy.
"I'm glad you could make it tonight," Jaejoong says suddenly. He's barely touched any of his wine and Changmin suddenly gets the strange feeling Jaejoong's trying to get him drunk.
"Me too," he finally replies. He finds himself sipping at his glass out of habit. Half the alcohol is already gone. Dammit, he's gonna end up drunk again.
"It's our third date already." Jaejoong chuckles. "And you know what they say about the third date."
"What's that?"
The blond grins into his wine glass. "That's when the girl starts to put out."
Changmin can't stop himself from laughing a bit. "Are you a girl?"
"Well," Jaejoong sighs, grinning as he shifts onto his knees and, in one smooth motion, straddles Changmin's thighs, "I wouldn't mind playing the 'girl' for you."
Changmin blinks as he watches the blond set his wine glass on the endtable. He holds on to his own dumbly, tensing slightly as Jaejoong gets settled in his lap. It takes his brain a moment to catch up to this turn of events, to the fact that he's got a gorgeous, sexy blond man straddling his thighs and scooting closer.
"Let me take that," Jaejoong whispers, gently plucking the wine glass from Changmin's hand and setting it next to his own on the endtable. "Don't wanna spill red wine on the carpet."
"Yeah," Changmin breathes, but now he's got nothing to do with his hands. He begins to lower them to the couch before Jaejoong catches them, threading their fingers together.
"Why do you get so nervous?" He asks suddenly, voice soft. He's watching Changmin with very steady eyes. It's almost unnerving.
"Um..."
"Are you a virgin?"
"What? No!" Changmin laughs awkwardly at the question, his heart speeding up when Jaejoong smiles.
"Then what is it?"
"It's... you," he breathes, cheeks beginning to darken, because even if this is the third date and even if they are getting comfortable, this is still Kim motherfucking Jaejoong (and everything that he brings with him) sitting in his lap.
"Yeah, it's me." Jaejoong's thumb is stroking the back of his hand and he swallows hard. "But it's just me."
"Just you..."
"Yeah," Jaejoong says as he leans in close, "just me."
The first kiss is soft, warm, and ridiculously easy to fall into. Jaejoong takes the lead and Changmin is more than willing to let him, lips parting easily when the blond's tongue presses forward. Jaejoong drops his hands in favor of cupping his jaw and he finds himself slowly, slowly sliding his arms around the blond's waist. Jaejoong hums his approval, teasing wickedly with his tongue and Changmin feels all his blood rush to his cock.
They break apart eventually, Jaejoong planting butterfly kisses at the corner of his mouth before he sits back and begins unzipping his hoodie.
"Why'd you try to get me drunk?" Changmin asks stupidly. Jaejoong grins at him.
"I wasn't," he says as he tugs the hoodie down his arms. "Just trying to help you relax."
"Oh." It's a mindless answer, as all the blood usually manning his brain is currenly pooled between his legs. He wonders if all men get this stupid when they're horny or if he's just lucky.
"Did it help?"
"Not really."
Jaejoong laughs silently as he drops his hoodie on the floor. The tanktop he's still wearing is white and thin and entirely not legal in Changmin's mind. He can see the outline of the blond's nipple piercing and his cock gives a healthy throb at the sight. He wonders if Jaejoong can feel it.
It hits him then, that the blond in his lap is beginning to shed layers and he wonders how far this is going to go.
"Oh my god," Changmin finally whispers, looking up at Jaejoong's face when the blond laughs.
"No need to be so formal."
The joke is lost on Changmin as Jaejoong leans in close again, claiming his mouth once more. He hugs the blond a bit tighter, hands splayed against Jaejoong's back and when Jaejoong presses flush against him his whole body shivers. He can feel the other man's cock pressing against his hip and it fascinates, it boggles his mind. He's making out with Jaejoong in the best way possible and the other man is actually hard.
Wanting someone is one thing, but having that person want you back is an entirely new matter altogether.
"Jaejoong," Changmin whimpers pathetically when they break next. The blond hums softly, trailing kisses to Changmin's neck where he seeks out the tender spot below his ear and abuses it. The tongue on his skin makes his toes curl and he clings at Jaejoong, mouth hanging open to pant.
"Damn you're sexy when you're turned on," Jaejoong murmurs gently before he begins using teeth. Changmin lets out a completely undignified mew, eyes screwed shut while his mind runs in circles. He's sexy? What is Jaejoong even talking about? Jaejoong is the one that's sexy when he's turned on, with his lips all swollen and red and his pupils blown and his cock hard and leaking.
I wanna see his cock, Changmin thinks and yet completely doesn't have the guts to say.
"Wha-... what're you-" he starts to ask, because he certainly wants to know what Jaejoong thinks is sexy but any and all words completely die on his lips when he feels the button of his pants pop open.
"Relax," Jaejoong whispers, sucking and nibbling and there's no way he's not going to have a hickey tomorrow. He feels the blond's fingers find the zipper, slowly lowering it down down down and the pressure against his dick is suddenly gone. His cheeks grow hot as he feels himself harden fully, poking out from his pants and barely covered by his underwear.
"Jaejoong," he gasps aloud, sucking in a breath, and before he can work up the courage to open his eyes the blond's hand slides into his pants, massaging his cock with slow, firm strokes. He jerks, hands fisting into Jaejoong's tanktop as he drops his head back against the couch. The most undignified sounds are spilling past his lips and he's pretty sure he's going to come undone.
"You're so sensitive," Jaejoong breathes into his ear as he nibbles at his earlobe. His fingers are talented and sure, working him easily through his underwear. Changmin's amazed he's leaking already; he can feel the material sticking to the head of his cock. He's sure Jaejoong can feel it.
Oh god, I think I'm gonna come.
"Jaejoong," he hisses, barely aware of the nearly desperate tone his voice has taken on. The blond chuckles, sinking his teeth into Changmin's neck and he arches his back, fucking whimpering aloud at the next firm downstroke on his cock. He feels his balls hug against his body and oh fuck, he's gonna-
"J-Jaejoong-ah, I-"
"Mmm?"
"A-ah!"
He hugs the blond tight, cheeks hot with shame as pleasure courses hand and hand with relief through his body. Liquid pumps out into his underwear under Jaejoong's hand, each spurt so, so satisfying and so, so humiliating.
Jaejoong makes an inquisitive sound, sitting back and pausing only a moment before he continues to stroke him, easing him through his orgasm and milking his cock for the last bits of release. He shivers as the last waves pass through his body, leaving him sated and boneless on Jaejoong's couch.
Silence.
He can't bring himself to open his eyes. He hears Jaejoong giggle and he flinches, horrified at his lack of control, but more, his lack of control with Jaejoong. He feels like a hormonal teenager yet again, something he's, unfortunately, getting used to these days.
"Changmin-ah." Jaejoong's voice is light, amused. "Hey, open your eyes."
"No."
Jaejoong snorts and laughs and then kisses him. It's warm and gentle and he can't ignore it so he welcomes it, lets it chase away the worst of the shame and humiliation. When they pull apart he opens his eyes automatically, staring at Jaejoong's expression of wry amusement and total affection.
"If you keep this up," Jaejoong finally says, tracing Changmin's cheek with his finger, "you're gonna blow my ego to the size of Korea."
Changmin laughs weakly and Jaejoong grins, kissing him lightly before hugging him tight. "Sorry."
"God, don't be. That was amazing," Jaejoong sighs, nuzzling his neck before kissing his cheek. "Stay here tonight?"
"What?"
The blond grins. "Stay with me tonight."
"I-... okay," Changmin breathes, and Jaejoong's grin makes him grin in return.
"I'll get you some pajamas, okay?" he says as he slides off Changmin's lap and disappears down the hall.
Changmin gets up and follows, buttoning his pants for the sake of modesty. Jaejoong gets him a pair of cotton pants and a fresh pair of underwear and tactfully directs him to the bathroom so he takes it upon himself to shower quickly, washing away the mess between his legs before changing.
By the time he steps out of the bathroom he can hear a TV from down the hall. He follows the sound, poking his head into Jaejoong's bedroom. The lights are already down. The room is done in blacks, silvers, and grays, taken up mostly by the double bed in the middle of it. The blond is stretched out on top of the sheets, wearing a similar pair of cotton pants and a new tank top. Changmin frowns.
"Hey, why do you get a shirt?"
Jaejoong grins, eyes roving over Changmin's exposed torso. "Cause it's my apartment. C'mere." He turns the volume down before tossing the remote for the TV aside.
Changmin does as ordered, dropping his clothes next to the bed. "Thanks for the, um, pajamas-"
Jaejoong smiles as he pulls Changmin to lay down next to him. "Leave your underwear here and I'll wash them for you."
Changmin blushes, not bothering to respond and Jaejoong laughs, hugging him from behind as they stretch out and settle in.
"You're adorable, you know that?" Jaejoong says suddenly. "So cute."
"Shut up."
Jaejoong snickers and splays his hand over Changmin's belly, stroking the skin softly. After a few moments he speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper and much more serious.
"I think I really like you."
Changmin blushes and grins, laying his hand over Jaejoong's on his belly.
"I think I really like you, too."
///
At 7:30 the alarm on his phone goes off, chiming merrily from the pocket of his pants. Changmin groans and lifts a hand to his forehead, blinking sleep from his eyes as he tries to remember where he is.
Jaejoong's place.
He sits up, reaching down and digging through his pockets before he finds his phone and shuts off the alarm. He stares at the display, which reminds him in bold, white letters that it's Thursday and he has Calculus at 9.
Fuck.
"Do you have to go?" Jaejoong asks suddenly, his voice husky and deep with sleep. Changmin shifts, peeking over his shoulder. The blond's hair is messy, sticking every which way, lips pulled into a soft smile and suddenly classes and Calculus and a college degree can't even compare to sleeping in with Jaejoong.
"No," he finally whispers, lying through his teeth. It must show because Jaejoong's smile gets bigger.
"Rebel," he yawns and pulls Changmin close, snuggling up against his back. "Mmm, you're warm."
And this is how Changmin misses Calculus two days in a row.
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