Porn Star (5/10?)
Porn Star (5/10?)
boomtrack @ kiiteruno
JaeMin, YunJae, BFF!YooMin; NC-17, AU Porn-Star!verse; ~4,200 words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual for me.
A porn star and his fanboy.
AN: This was a ridiculous chapter for many reasons. To make what would otherwise be an incredibly long, bitchy rant short, let's just say that these two didn't do what they were supposed to do this chapter, and the plot that was supposed to take place got postponed for a long, smutty tangent, which just extended the projected length of the series. Ah, well. :/
Feedback is a plus! Please let me know what you think of their relationship so far. ♥
The next time he wakes up, he wakes up in stages.
He can't quite recall the last time he had the luxury of sleeping in like this. Back in the dorms there is always something to startle him awake each day, be it his own alarm, Yoochun's alarm, other students yelling in the halls, Yoochun leaving, Yoochun coming home (after an all-nighter with god knows who now), someone calling, someone knocking, something. If nothing would come up then Mother Nature herself would intervene, throwing rain and thunder down on the city just to make sure no one had the right to sleep until they were actually slept out.
However, Changmin thinks with a happy little grin as he swims towards consciousness, he's not at the dorms today.
He's on his stomach with his face buried in a pillow. The sheets smell faintly of Jaejoong and he inhales it, relishing the scent. He's becoming infatuated with this man (more so than he already was? is that even possible?) and the thought is a little daunting and yet quite exciting. If someone told him two weeks ago that he'd be dating Kim Jaejoong he would have laughed in their face. This is the stuff of dreams, and he wonders just how exactly he managed to accumulate enough good karma to make it happen.
A hand touches him, fingers sliding through his hair before drifting down to stroke his upper back. It dawns on him that this was the reason he woke up; not because he was being touched, but because the touches had stopped.
He turns his head slightly and cracks an eye open. Jaejoong is sitting next to him, attention alternating between something in his lap and the TV. The volume is on low and Changmin can hear occasional rounds of muted laughter from an audience; probably some morning pop talk show. Jaejoong has glasses on and Changmin thinks he's unspeakably cute looking so incredibly domestic.
Jaejoong's hand disappears suddenly, adjusting the book in his lap as he writes something and Changmin can't suppress the whine of protest that bubbles up.
"Oh, you awake?" The blond peers down at him with a grin, combing Changmin's hair back to see his face properly.
"What time is it?"
Jaejoong hums and checks his phone. "A little after 9." His hand returns to Changmin's back, rubbing gently as he speaks. "So how many classes are you missing today?"
"Calculus," Changmin mumbles into his pillow, "and Anatomy probably."
"I should kick you out, make you go to class."
"Are you? Kicking me out?"
Jaejoong heaves an exaggerated sigh. "No. I'm too nice. But don't think I'm enjoying my part in contributing to the delinquency of the youth of the country. This is very difficult for me."
Changmin grins into his pillow and wonders if Jaejoong does full-blown back massages.
Something starts buzzing from the floor and Jaejoong pats Changmin's back before pulling his hand away. "You should check that. It's been buzzing on and off all morning."
Oh, my phone. "Who is it?" Changmin asks without thinking. Jaejoong raises an eyebrow at him before smiling.
"I have no idea. I was being good and keeping myself out of your private life but if you don't mind me snooping then by all means, tell me now."
Changmin coughs and props himself up, digging around in his pants on the floor before locating his cell. He flips it open and frowns at the mess of messages sitting in his inbox: one from Yoochun, one from his friend in Calculus, another from Yoochun, one from his lab partner in Anatomy, another from Yoochun, and one from one of his sisters.
"What the hell," Changmin murmurs. He opens the first from Yoochun.
Holy fuck did you not come back last night? When does THAT ever happen?
"Who is it?"
"Yoochun," Changmin replies. The second text from him echos the sentiments of the first while the third inquires as to whether or not Changmin is dead and if Yoochun can have his laptop.
"What's he want?" Jaejoong's focused on the book in his lap again and Changmin is pleasantly surprised to see the blond has been doing Sudoku puzzles all morning.
"My laptop," Changmin mutters as he types his reply.
I crashed at Jaejoong's. No you can't have my laptop.
He knows as soon as he sends the message that his fate is sealed; there's no way his nosy, perverted roommate won't dig for more information. It's a little disturbing, really, how much interest Yoochun has in his gay roommate's sex life. Maybe he's just excited Changmin has any sort of sex life at all.
Yoochun doesn't disappoint. In the time it takes Changmin to roll onto his back his roommate is already calling. He considers being a jerk and ignoring the call but skipping class and sleeping in has left him in too good of a mood to be obstinate (plus he's pretty sure Yoochun would just keep calling anyway).
"Yeah?" He yawns when he answers and it makes him barely coherent.
"You spent the night?" Yoochun sounds like a kid on Christmas morning. It's a little disturbing and Changmin frowns.
"Yeah," he says slowly, "we had wine at dinner and I was a little drunk. Figured it'd just be easier to stay here." He peeks at Jaejoong out of the corner of his eye. The blond is working on another Sudoku puzzle, nibbling at the end of his pencil, looking for all the world like he's completely absorbed in what he's doing. Changmin knows he's listening to every single word of the conversation.
"Psssh, I bet. You didn't have sex, did you?"
Changmin pulls the phone from his head to stare at it. Is Yoochun serious? "What?"
"Did you have sex?"
"Um." Changmin finds himself at a loss for words. Why the hell does Yoochun have such a vested interest in what Changmin does with his own boyfriend? Maybe his roommate is having a crisis of sexuality and wants to live vicariously though Changmin's sexual exploits with a gay porn star. He ponders asking Yoochun if he's gay. Come to the gay side, we have more cock and less PMS.
"Tell him I kept my promise," Jaejoong speaks up then, eyes still fixed firmly on his Sudoku puzzles. He doesn't seem to have made any progress since the last time Changmin looked.
"What? What promise?" Changmin sits up and blinks at Jaejoong before turning his attention back to the phone. "He made you a promise?"
Yoochun's quiet for a moment before apparently some lightbulb clicks. "Ahhh, okay. So you're still all virginal and pure, huh."
"I am not a virgin." Why does everyone keep asking him that?
"But aren't you, like, a gay virgin still or something? Have you taken it up the butt?"
Changmin closes his eyes and fervidly wishes he wasn't having this conversation. He's not sure he's ready to discuss his (admittedly rather bland) sexual history with Jaejoong quite yet, and he certainly doesn't want the man to learn about it while listening to a conversation he's having with his (shameless, perverted, nosy) roommate.
"How're classes going today?" Changmin asks instead, utilizing Yoochun's own tactic of completely, gracelessly changing the topic when he doesn't want to discuss it.
"What? Fine, but I'm gonna die when I take that Politics of Asia midterm. Half of it is gonna be essay questions and she's not telling us what they'll be in advance. Christ, I fucking hate essay tests. I did turn in that paper today, though. Too bad this is only the rough draft and I'm gonna have to revise the damn thing. This isn't composition! Why do I have so much writing?"
Changmin blinks a few times at Yoochun's rambling monologue, mind hung up back on the word midterm and thus failing to compute the rest. Oh, shit. He groans when realization dawns, the pit of his stomach aching with nerves and embarrassment that he completely and utterly forgot. He can feel Jaejoong's eyes on him and he drops his face into his hand, his good mood dissipating.
"What was that sound for?" Yoochun asks. "Tell me you're not doing it now or something. Don't you know it's rude to answer the phone in the middle of-"
"No, we're not doing it." Changmin sounds pitiful and he knows it.
"... You didn't forget about midterms, did you?"
Changmin makes a small, inarticulate sound.
"How the hell did you forget about midterms? Oh my god, are you in love?"
"What?"
"Don't they always say love makes you stupid? From where I'm sitting you're getting stupider by the day."
Changmin mumbles something unflattering under his breath. "I'll call you later," he says, and promptly hangs up. He knows Yoochun won't be upset; he's probably laughing himself silly by this point.
He checks the texts from his classmates, frowning when their content confirms what Yoochun reminded him; he has midterms next week and completely forgot. He hasn't studied at all. I'm going to fail Calculus. He hears people laughing on the TV and rolls his eyes at the timing of it.
"What's up?" Jaejoong's abandoned his Sudoku, setting the books aside when Changmin looks at him.
"I have midterms next week." He heaves a sigh, rubbing his face before massaging his temples lightly. He can feel a headache coming on.
"The life of a college student." Jaejoong scoots over and lays his hands on Changmin's back, using his thumbs to work at the knots in his shoulders. "How many classes?"
"Five," Changmin breathes, eyes falling shut as he drops his hands into his lap. Jaejoong knows exactly what he's doing and he can't quite stop himself from moaning a little.
"Which ones?"
"Anatomy, Calculus..." he trails off, wincing as Jaejoong digs his thumb into a particularly nasty knot. What other classes does he have? "Organic Chemistry-" he shivers slightly as Jaejoong's hands begin migrating down his back "-ah, um, English, and English Lit."
"You're studying English?" Jaejoong asks as his thumbs work at the base of Changmin's spine. He's pretty sure if he was a cat he'd be purring by now.
"Yeah, my minor." Jaejoong slides his arms around his waist so he leans against the man's chest, resting his head back on his shoulder. "Where'd you learn to do that?"
Jaejoong presses a kiss to his neck. "Work," he says vaguely, and Changmin chuckles. "Do you feel better?"
"Yeah." He closes his eyes and lets his mind wander back to midterms. He's going to have to lock himself in his dorm with his textbooks to salvage his grades. As unappealing as it sounds, he doesn't have much of a choice if he wants to try to keep a decent GPA, and, oh yeah, that scholarship that's paying for all this shit. "I'm gonna have to study all weekend."
"That's okay," Jaejoong murmurs, lips still on Changmin's neck. "I won't be here."
"What?"
"I have to go back home for the weekend. My mom's birthday is Saturday. All of the kids are due back home or it's hell on earth for us."
Changmin smiles a bit at that. "A family reunion?"
"You could call it that." His lips move down a bit, slipping over Changmin's skin before he chuckles softly. "You've got a hickey."
"I had a feeling I would." Yoochun is going to just love that.
"Alright, let's do this," Jaejoong says abruptly, still speaking against his neck. "I'll go out of town and you'll study like the good college boy you are, and we'll get together again next weekend, alright?"
Changmin frowns. "What? Next weekend?"
"We're starting filming for a new video next week, and you've gotta study anyway, don't you? I don't want to be a distraction."
He opens his mouth to tell Jaejoong he's not a distraction before realizing what an absurd lie that would be. He grins instead. "But next weekend is so far off."
"Yeah, but you can stay the whole weekend. How's that?" Jaejoong grins and kisses his neck again, using just enough tongue to make him shiver. "It'll be something to look forward to after all your tests."
He doesn't want to agree because next weekend feels like a lifetime away. Seeing Jaejoong nearly every other day is something he's quickly become quite used to and the thought of suddenly going over a week without is depressing. Still, there's nothing for it. He just hopes Jaejoong will call him a few times.
"What're you thinking about?" the blond asks suddenly. His tongue returns to Changmin's neck, hot and moist and he squirms sightly, wondering if Jaejoong's trying to start something.
"Just, uh, next week. Can I call you while you're gone?"
"Of course. You might wanna text before to make sure I'm not busy, though." Jaejoong slides his hands up Changmin's torso with a pleased little murmur, speaking against his cheek. "You really have a nice body, you know that?"
Changmin grins. A few months back Yoochun had announced suddenly that he wanted to bulk up and had started hitting the gym on a regular basis, dragging Changmin along for the ride. Their workouts were the same but the results were varied, to say the least, and while Yoochun managed to tone what muscle he had, the whole bulking up goal seemed to be missed entirely. Changmin, on the other hand, had been pleasantly surprised when the muscles in his arms began to take shape. Yoochun ended up frustrated and dumped the workout routine altogether ("Girls like skinny guys these days anyway!") but Changmin still hit the gym on campus twice a week.
"Glad you think so. It was Yoochun's idea."
"He's a smart man." Jaejoong grins and slides his hands back down, toying with the edge of Changmin's pants before slipping his fingers underneath.
"Wha-"
"Close your eyes."
He does as he's told. Blood is beginning to migrate south and he can feel his cock stirring in his pants. Jaejoong grins against his cheek, kissing his way down to nibble at the hickey he already left last night.
"Don't move," the blond suddenly whispers before pulling away.
Changmin tries not to let his jaw drop in shock as he feels Jaejoong get off the bed. Where the hell is he going now, of all times? He hears a drawer open and close while Jaejoong curses mildly to himself as he hunts for something. He slides his eyes open and stares down at the very obvious bulge between his legs. It's embarrassing, sure, but his curiosity as to what his boyfriend (it's so weird to call him that and yet that's what he is) is up to outweighs any qualms he has about Jaejoong seeing him with a boner.
The blond finally crawls back onto the bed and he closes his eyes again as Jaejoong hugs him from behind. His hands dive down to the drawstring of Changmin's pants, toying with the knot before picking it apart and shoving the fabric out of the way. He swallows hard as he feels Jaejoong's fingers slip under the hem of his underwear. The offending material gets pushed down as well and Changmin feels his cheeks beginning to heat up as Jaejoong exposes him fully.
"What're you doing?" he finally asks. His voice is hushed and he's not quite sure why he's whispering.
"Take these off," Jaejoong murmurs in his ear, snapping the band of his underwear lightly before pulling his hands away. Changmin frowns, nibbling on his lip as he battles with his modesty for all of two seconds before caving. He kicks the pajama pants off first, drawing his legs up against his chest then to wiggle his borrowed underwear off as well. He's quite suddenly naked and the fact that Jaejoong's still completely covered makes him feel even further exposed.
"What're we doing?" he asks again. He hears something click behind him (a cap opening?) and it takes a lot of self-restraint to keep from turning and peeking to see what Jaejoong's up to.
"I wanna try something," the blond says absently. He hugs Changmin around the waist once more, resting his chin on his shoulder and Changmin can feel the heat of Jaejoong's gaze sliding over his body. "You really are gorgeous, you know that?"
"Thanks," he mumbles in reply, trying not to blush too hard. "But you're gorgeous too."
"Flatterer." Jaejoong presses a kiss to his cheek. "Spread your legs."
Changmin swallows hard before doing as he's told. He parts his legs, bending his knees and sliding them up against his chest. Jaejoong hugs him around the waist once more and he hears a cap snap shut.
"Hold this," Jaejoong murmurs, shoving a bottle into Changmin's hand.
"Jaejoong, what're you-"
"You haven't guessed yet?" Jaejoong chuckles in his ear, kissing his cheek. It feels like he's rubbing his hands together. "Then this is gonna be a treat."
Jaejoong wraps his fingers around his cock and Changmin lets out a little oh in understanding. The blond's hand is wet, slick, coated with oil that tingles on contact. He doesn't even bother trying to suppress the moan that tumbles out, dropping his head back on Jaejoong's shoulder as he spreads his legs further.
"Feels good?" Jaejoong's laughing against his neck, low and aroused. He nods, mouth hanging open as the other man strokes him slowly with a loose, teasing fist. He slides his other hand down to Changmin's balls, massaging and squeezing and god it's amazing. He shivers as Jaejoong fingers the head of his cock, digging a nail into the slit at the tip; his hips jerk from the sensation and Jaejoong moans against his neck, biting at his already bruised skin.
"Changmin-ah, touch yourself."
"What?" The command catches him off guard. Jaejoong grabs Changmin's free hand, drawing it down and wrapping it around his slick, heavy cock.
"Touch yourself," he whispers hotly in his ear, voice strained and excited. "I wanna watch."
He fists his cock and strokes slowly but the feeling is way too good and he's never been fond of teasing himself anyway. His hand begins to speed up, breath catching in his throat as he tries not to think about the picture he makes like this (or that Jaejoong's watching him do it). He keeps his eyes screwed shut, as if not being able to see what he's doing will make it any less embarrassing. It's a stupid notion (he's not an ostrich) but somehow it helps take the edge off his nerves.
He feels Jaejoong squirming behind him, hands bumping against his lower back before a familiar beat reaches his ears. He knows what Jaejoong's doing behind him as he watches him stroke his own cock. It's dirty, arousing and the greatest mindfuck to know that Jaejoong is using him as jerk-off material. He groans aloud and the blond latches onto his neck once more, sucking and nipping as he sidles up against Changmin's back.
"Talk to me," Jaejoong whispers in his ear. The man's voice goes straight to his cock and he squeezes himself hard.
"F-feels good," he pants out. His brain has completely shut down and he hopes Jaejoong doesn't have any more complex commands for him, like reciting Calculus equations or walking.
"Are you close?"
"Yeah..." Something wet bumps against the small of his back. He tries to guess what it was and every single possibility makes him moan.
"Shit, Changmin-ah, you're so hot right now..." Jaejoong's about as out of breath as he is.
"Jaejoong-ah," he says mindlessly. He hears the other man suck in a breath before sinking his teeth into his shoulder.
Changmin comes in a rush. There's no way to prepare for it, no way to hold it off and his only consolation is that he lasted much longer than any other time he's been in Jaejoong's company. He leans back against the blond and bites his lower lip hard as sticky white splatters over his belly and hand. He keeps stroking his swollen cock, teasing the last bits out as he tries to catch his breath.
Jaejoong says something obscene and hugs him tight. Changmin blinks weakly as he feels liquid hit the small of his back; three, four times and then Jaejoong's making the sexiest little moans as he pants against his neck.
After nearly a minute the blond pulls away, grabbing a discarded shirt from the floor to wipe off his hands before trying to clean Changmin up. He starts giggling.
"What?" Changmin mumbles, trying to come back down to Earth.
"I think you're gonna need a shower. It's kind of everywhere."
He blinks down at himself. There's semen on his stomach and hand as well as his cock. He doesn't even think about the mess Jaejoong made on his back.
"It's your fault," he mumbles, and Jaejoong smirks at him proudly.
"Damn right it is."
Changmin leans in and kisses him, slow and gentle and Jaejoong cups his cheek and leans into it. When they break he looks down at himself, his sense of modesty kicking him in the head. Jaejoong chuckles.
"Go, go shower," he laughs, pointing at the door to the master bathroom. "There're towels in the closet.
"Join me?" he finds himself whispering, amazed at his own forwardness. Jaejoong's eyebrows creep towards his hairline and he laughs.
"I don't think that's, ah, very wise," he replies, leaning in to kiss him again.
"I'll keep my hands to myself." He gives Jaejoong his best hopeful eyes.
"Maybe. But I wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself. Besides, if I get in there with you then we'll be in there all day and don't you have midterms you need to go study for?"
Changmin grins softly as he stands up and grabs Jaejoong's hand, tugging him towards the bathroom anyway. He's still naked and dripping come and whatever resolve Jaejoong may have had crumbles into dust.
As predicted, it's a long time later before Changmin finally goes home.
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Yoochun's chatting on his cell when Changmin gets back. His eyes light up when he sees him walk in and his voice takes on an eager, rushed please end the conversation kind of tone. Changmin wonders if it'd be possible to escape before Yoochun starts digging for information as to where he's been more or less all day but he knows he'd just be postponing the inevitable.
He lays down on his bed as Yoochun snaps his phone shut, probably hanging up before the other person even got a chance to say goodbye. Here we go.
"Did you two just lounge in bed the whole day or what?"
Changmin grins a bit to himself. "Not quite."
After spending about an hour in the shower (making out and wasting water; Jaejoong's just as beautiful in person as he is on camera) Jaejoong had heated up the leftover jjigae and they'd spent another couple hours eating and procrastinating. When he had finally got himself dressed and to the front door (wearing another pair of borrowed underwear), Jaejoong had tucked a key to his apartment into his hand.
"I figure you'll be back," was all he said, and Changmin managed to waste another half hour standing in the hallway (Jaejoong is such a good kisser) before the blond finally put his foot down and announced he was kicking him out for the sake of his GPA.
Thinking back, he didn't actually accomplish anything today, and Changmin can't recall when he last wasted a day like this; except, it doesn't feel like it was wasted at all, and he finds that even with a week of midterms looming, he doesn't feel all that depressed. Between studying and classes, the week will be over before he knows it.
"You look like a lovesick fool," Yoochun suddenly says, drawing Changmin's attention back to the present. "When's the wedding? Where're the invitations?"
"Oh god, shut up," Changmin whines, feeling a stupid grin split his face. Yoochun snorts.
"Tell me now if you're moving out."
"I'm not moving out."
Yoochun looks him over, crossing his arms before he heaves a sigh. "So when do I get to meet him?"
"Not until after midterms. I don't even get to see him again until after midterms."
"Must be awful for you," Yoochun says, condescendingly, but even so he's smiling. "Just promise me any phone sex will take place with the bathroom door locked or something."
Changmin rolls his eyes. "It's not always about sex," he finds himself saying, and Yoochun snorts at him.
"Of course it's not, but right now that's all you're thinking about." He sits down next to him on his bed, leaning in close. "So? I'm waiting."
"For what?"
"All the juicy details."
Changmin laughs. "You'll wait forever."
"Don't be like this, Changmin-ah. I'm all ears."
"I'm not telling you anything."
"You have a hickey."
"You're very observant."
"How far did you get?" Yoochun prods, poking Changmin in the ribs. "Blowjobs? Did you get to blowjobs?"
"I said I'm not answering."
Yoochun grins. "Did you see him naked?"
"You're not gonna let this go, are you?"
"Not until I know how debauched my beloved dongsaeng is now."
Changmin groans and rolls onto his side, putting his back to his roommate. He was wrong; it's going to be a very long week.
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JaeMin, YunJae, BFF!YooMin; NC-17, AU Porn-Star!verse; ~4,200 words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual for me.
A porn star and his fanboy.
AN: This was a ridiculous chapter for many reasons. To make what would otherwise be an incredibly long, bitchy rant short, let's just say that these two didn't do what they were supposed to do this chapter, and the plot that was supposed to take place got postponed for a long, smutty tangent, which just extended the projected length of the series. Ah, well. :/
Feedback is a plus! Please let me know what you think of their relationship so far. ♥
The next time he wakes up, he wakes up in stages.
He can't quite recall the last time he had the luxury of sleeping in like this. Back in the dorms there is always something to startle him awake each day, be it his own alarm, Yoochun's alarm, other students yelling in the halls, Yoochun leaving, Yoochun coming home (after an all-nighter with god knows who now), someone calling, someone knocking, something. If nothing would come up then Mother Nature herself would intervene, throwing rain and thunder down on the city just to make sure no one had the right to sleep until they were actually slept out.
However, Changmin thinks with a happy little grin as he swims towards consciousness, he's not at the dorms today.
He's on his stomach with his face buried in a pillow. The sheets smell faintly of Jaejoong and he inhales it, relishing the scent. He's becoming infatuated with this man (more so than he already was? is that even possible?) and the thought is a little daunting and yet quite exciting. If someone told him two weeks ago that he'd be dating Kim Jaejoong he would have laughed in their face. This is the stuff of dreams, and he wonders just how exactly he managed to accumulate enough good karma to make it happen.
A hand touches him, fingers sliding through his hair before drifting down to stroke his upper back. It dawns on him that this was the reason he woke up; not because he was being touched, but because the touches had stopped.
He turns his head slightly and cracks an eye open. Jaejoong is sitting next to him, attention alternating between something in his lap and the TV. The volume is on low and Changmin can hear occasional rounds of muted laughter from an audience; probably some morning pop talk show. Jaejoong has glasses on and Changmin thinks he's unspeakably cute looking so incredibly domestic.
Jaejoong's hand disappears suddenly, adjusting the book in his lap as he writes something and Changmin can't suppress the whine of protest that bubbles up.
"Oh, you awake?" The blond peers down at him with a grin, combing Changmin's hair back to see his face properly.
"What time is it?"
Jaejoong hums and checks his phone. "A little after 9." His hand returns to Changmin's back, rubbing gently as he speaks. "So how many classes are you missing today?"
"Calculus," Changmin mumbles into his pillow, "and Anatomy probably."
"I should kick you out, make you go to class."
"Are you? Kicking me out?"
Jaejoong heaves an exaggerated sigh. "No. I'm too nice. But don't think I'm enjoying my part in contributing to the delinquency of the youth of the country. This is very difficult for me."
Changmin grins into his pillow and wonders if Jaejoong does full-blown back massages.
Something starts buzzing from the floor and Jaejoong pats Changmin's back before pulling his hand away. "You should check that. It's been buzzing on and off all morning."
Oh, my phone. "Who is it?" Changmin asks without thinking. Jaejoong raises an eyebrow at him before smiling.
"I have no idea. I was being good and keeping myself out of your private life but if you don't mind me snooping then by all means, tell me now."
Changmin coughs and props himself up, digging around in his pants on the floor before locating his cell. He flips it open and frowns at the mess of messages sitting in his inbox: one from Yoochun, one from his friend in Calculus, another from Yoochun, one from his lab partner in Anatomy, another from Yoochun, and one from one of his sisters.
"What the hell," Changmin murmurs. He opens the first from Yoochun.
Holy fuck did you not come back last night? When does THAT ever happen?
"Who is it?"
"Yoochun," Changmin replies. The second text from him echos the sentiments of the first while the third inquires as to whether or not Changmin is dead and if Yoochun can have his laptop.
"What's he want?" Jaejoong's focused on the book in his lap again and Changmin is pleasantly surprised to see the blond has been doing Sudoku puzzles all morning.
"My laptop," Changmin mutters as he types his reply.
I crashed at Jaejoong's. No you can't have my laptop.
He knows as soon as he sends the message that his fate is sealed; there's no way his nosy, perverted roommate won't dig for more information. It's a little disturbing, really, how much interest Yoochun has in his gay roommate's sex life. Maybe he's just excited Changmin has any sort of sex life at all.
Yoochun doesn't disappoint. In the time it takes Changmin to roll onto his back his roommate is already calling. He considers being a jerk and ignoring the call but skipping class and sleeping in has left him in too good of a mood to be obstinate (plus he's pretty sure Yoochun would just keep calling anyway).
"Yeah?" He yawns when he answers and it makes him barely coherent.
"You spent the night?" Yoochun sounds like a kid on Christmas morning. It's a little disturbing and Changmin frowns.
"Yeah," he says slowly, "we had wine at dinner and I was a little drunk. Figured it'd just be easier to stay here." He peeks at Jaejoong out of the corner of his eye. The blond is working on another Sudoku puzzle, nibbling at the end of his pencil, looking for all the world like he's completely absorbed in what he's doing. Changmin knows he's listening to every single word of the conversation.
"Psssh, I bet. You didn't have sex, did you?"
Changmin pulls the phone from his head to stare at it. Is Yoochun serious? "What?"
"Did you have sex?"
"Um." Changmin finds himself at a loss for words. Why the hell does Yoochun have such a vested interest in what Changmin does with his own boyfriend? Maybe his roommate is having a crisis of sexuality and wants to live vicariously though Changmin's sexual exploits with a gay porn star. He ponders asking Yoochun if he's gay. Come to the gay side, we have more cock and less PMS.
"Tell him I kept my promise," Jaejoong speaks up then, eyes still fixed firmly on his Sudoku puzzles. He doesn't seem to have made any progress since the last time Changmin looked.
"What? What promise?" Changmin sits up and blinks at Jaejoong before turning his attention back to the phone. "He made you a promise?"
Yoochun's quiet for a moment before apparently some lightbulb clicks. "Ahhh, okay. So you're still all virginal and pure, huh."
"I am not a virgin." Why does everyone keep asking him that?
"But aren't you, like, a gay virgin still or something? Have you taken it up the butt?"
Changmin closes his eyes and fervidly wishes he wasn't having this conversation. He's not sure he's ready to discuss his (admittedly rather bland) sexual history with Jaejoong quite yet, and he certainly doesn't want the man to learn about it while listening to a conversation he's having with his (shameless, perverted, nosy) roommate.
"How're classes going today?" Changmin asks instead, utilizing Yoochun's own tactic of completely, gracelessly changing the topic when he doesn't want to discuss it.
"What? Fine, but I'm gonna die when I take that Politics of Asia midterm. Half of it is gonna be essay questions and she's not telling us what they'll be in advance. Christ, I fucking hate essay tests. I did turn in that paper today, though. Too bad this is only the rough draft and I'm gonna have to revise the damn thing. This isn't composition! Why do I have so much writing?"
Changmin blinks a few times at Yoochun's rambling monologue, mind hung up back on the word midterm and thus failing to compute the rest. Oh, shit. He groans when realization dawns, the pit of his stomach aching with nerves and embarrassment that he completely and utterly forgot. He can feel Jaejoong's eyes on him and he drops his face into his hand, his good mood dissipating.
"What was that sound for?" Yoochun asks. "Tell me you're not doing it now or something. Don't you know it's rude to answer the phone in the middle of-"
"No, we're not doing it." Changmin sounds pitiful and he knows it.
"... You didn't forget about midterms, did you?"
Changmin makes a small, inarticulate sound.
"How the hell did you forget about midterms? Oh my god, are you in love?"
"What?"
"Don't they always say love makes you stupid? From where I'm sitting you're getting stupider by the day."
Changmin mumbles something unflattering under his breath. "I'll call you later," he says, and promptly hangs up. He knows Yoochun won't be upset; he's probably laughing himself silly by this point.
He checks the texts from his classmates, frowning when their content confirms what Yoochun reminded him; he has midterms next week and completely forgot. He hasn't studied at all. I'm going to fail Calculus. He hears people laughing on the TV and rolls his eyes at the timing of it.
"What's up?" Jaejoong's abandoned his Sudoku, setting the books aside when Changmin looks at him.
"I have midterms next week." He heaves a sigh, rubbing his face before massaging his temples lightly. He can feel a headache coming on.
"The life of a college student." Jaejoong scoots over and lays his hands on Changmin's back, using his thumbs to work at the knots in his shoulders. "How many classes?"
"Five," Changmin breathes, eyes falling shut as he drops his hands into his lap. Jaejoong knows exactly what he's doing and he can't quite stop himself from moaning a little.
"Which ones?"
"Anatomy, Calculus..." he trails off, wincing as Jaejoong digs his thumb into a particularly nasty knot. What other classes does he have? "Organic Chemistry-" he shivers slightly as Jaejoong's hands begin migrating down his back "-ah, um, English, and English Lit."
"You're studying English?" Jaejoong asks as his thumbs work at the base of Changmin's spine. He's pretty sure if he was a cat he'd be purring by now.
"Yeah, my minor." Jaejoong slides his arms around his waist so he leans against the man's chest, resting his head back on his shoulder. "Where'd you learn to do that?"
Jaejoong presses a kiss to his neck. "Work," he says vaguely, and Changmin chuckles. "Do you feel better?"
"Yeah." He closes his eyes and lets his mind wander back to midterms. He's going to have to lock himself in his dorm with his textbooks to salvage his grades. As unappealing as it sounds, he doesn't have much of a choice if he wants to try to keep a decent GPA, and, oh yeah, that scholarship that's paying for all this shit. "I'm gonna have to study all weekend."
"That's okay," Jaejoong murmurs, lips still on Changmin's neck. "I won't be here."
"What?"
"I have to go back home for the weekend. My mom's birthday is Saturday. All of the kids are due back home or it's hell on earth for us."
Changmin smiles a bit at that. "A family reunion?"
"You could call it that." His lips move down a bit, slipping over Changmin's skin before he chuckles softly. "You've got a hickey."
"I had a feeling I would." Yoochun is going to just love that.
"Alright, let's do this," Jaejoong says abruptly, still speaking against his neck. "I'll go out of town and you'll study like the good college boy you are, and we'll get together again next weekend, alright?"
Changmin frowns. "What? Next weekend?"
"We're starting filming for a new video next week, and you've gotta study anyway, don't you? I don't want to be a distraction."
He opens his mouth to tell Jaejoong he's not a distraction before realizing what an absurd lie that would be. He grins instead. "But next weekend is so far off."
"Yeah, but you can stay the whole weekend. How's that?" Jaejoong grins and kisses his neck again, using just enough tongue to make him shiver. "It'll be something to look forward to after all your tests."
He doesn't want to agree because next weekend feels like a lifetime away. Seeing Jaejoong nearly every other day is something he's quickly become quite used to and the thought of suddenly going over a week without is depressing. Still, there's nothing for it. He just hopes Jaejoong will call him a few times.
"What're you thinking about?" the blond asks suddenly. His tongue returns to Changmin's neck, hot and moist and he squirms sightly, wondering if Jaejoong's trying to start something.
"Just, uh, next week. Can I call you while you're gone?"
"Of course. You might wanna text before to make sure I'm not busy, though." Jaejoong slides his hands up Changmin's torso with a pleased little murmur, speaking against his cheek. "You really have a nice body, you know that?"
Changmin grins. A few months back Yoochun had announced suddenly that he wanted to bulk up and had started hitting the gym on a regular basis, dragging Changmin along for the ride. Their workouts were the same but the results were varied, to say the least, and while Yoochun managed to tone what muscle he had, the whole bulking up goal seemed to be missed entirely. Changmin, on the other hand, had been pleasantly surprised when the muscles in his arms began to take shape. Yoochun ended up frustrated and dumped the workout routine altogether ("Girls like skinny guys these days anyway!") but Changmin still hit the gym on campus twice a week.
"Glad you think so. It was Yoochun's idea."
"He's a smart man." Jaejoong grins and slides his hands back down, toying with the edge of Changmin's pants before slipping his fingers underneath.
"Wha-"
"Close your eyes."
He does as he's told. Blood is beginning to migrate south and he can feel his cock stirring in his pants. Jaejoong grins against his cheek, kissing his way down to nibble at the hickey he already left last night.
"Don't move," the blond suddenly whispers before pulling away.
Changmin tries not to let his jaw drop in shock as he feels Jaejoong get off the bed. Where the hell is he going now, of all times? He hears a drawer open and close while Jaejoong curses mildly to himself as he hunts for something. He slides his eyes open and stares down at the very obvious bulge between his legs. It's embarrassing, sure, but his curiosity as to what his boyfriend (it's so weird to call him that and yet that's what he is) is up to outweighs any qualms he has about Jaejoong seeing him with a boner.
The blond finally crawls back onto the bed and he closes his eyes again as Jaejoong hugs him from behind. His hands dive down to the drawstring of Changmin's pants, toying with the knot before picking it apart and shoving the fabric out of the way. He swallows hard as he feels Jaejoong's fingers slip under the hem of his underwear. The offending material gets pushed down as well and Changmin feels his cheeks beginning to heat up as Jaejoong exposes him fully.
"What're you doing?" he finally asks. His voice is hushed and he's not quite sure why he's whispering.
"Take these off," Jaejoong murmurs in his ear, snapping the band of his underwear lightly before pulling his hands away. Changmin frowns, nibbling on his lip as he battles with his modesty for all of two seconds before caving. He kicks the pajama pants off first, drawing his legs up against his chest then to wiggle his borrowed underwear off as well. He's quite suddenly naked and the fact that Jaejoong's still completely covered makes him feel even further exposed.
"What're we doing?" he asks again. He hears something click behind him (a cap opening?) and it takes a lot of self-restraint to keep from turning and peeking to see what Jaejoong's up to.
"I wanna try something," the blond says absently. He hugs Changmin around the waist once more, resting his chin on his shoulder and Changmin can feel the heat of Jaejoong's gaze sliding over his body. "You really are gorgeous, you know that?"
"Thanks," he mumbles in reply, trying not to blush too hard. "But you're gorgeous too."
"Flatterer." Jaejoong presses a kiss to his cheek. "Spread your legs."
Changmin swallows hard before doing as he's told. He parts his legs, bending his knees and sliding them up against his chest. Jaejoong hugs him around the waist once more and he hears a cap snap shut.
"Hold this," Jaejoong murmurs, shoving a bottle into Changmin's hand.
"Jaejoong, what're you-"
"You haven't guessed yet?" Jaejoong chuckles in his ear, kissing his cheek. It feels like he's rubbing his hands together. "Then this is gonna be a treat."
Jaejoong wraps his fingers around his cock and Changmin lets out a little oh in understanding. The blond's hand is wet, slick, coated with oil that tingles on contact. He doesn't even bother trying to suppress the moan that tumbles out, dropping his head back on Jaejoong's shoulder as he spreads his legs further.
"Feels good?" Jaejoong's laughing against his neck, low and aroused. He nods, mouth hanging open as the other man strokes him slowly with a loose, teasing fist. He slides his other hand down to Changmin's balls, massaging and squeezing and god it's amazing. He shivers as Jaejoong fingers the head of his cock, digging a nail into the slit at the tip; his hips jerk from the sensation and Jaejoong moans against his neck, biting at his already bruised skin.
"Changmin-ah, touch yourself."
"What?" The command catches him off guard. Jaejoong grabs Changmin's free hand, drawing it down and wrapping it around his slick, heavy cock.
"Touch yourself," he whispers hotly in his ear, voice strained and excited. "I wanna watch."
He fists his cock and strokes slowly but the feeling is way too good and he's never been fond of teasing himself anyway. His hand begins to speed up, breath catching in his throat as he tries not to think about the picture he makes like this (or that Jaejoong's watching him do it). He keeps his eyes screwed shut, as if not being able to see what he's doing will make it any less embarrassing. It's a stupid notion (he's not an ostrich) but somehow it helps take the edge off his nerves.
He feels Jaejoong squirming behind him, hands bumping against his lower back before a familiar beat reaches his ears. He knows what Jaejoong's doing behind him as he watches him stroke his own cock. It's dirty, arousing and the greatest mindfuck to know that Jaejoong is using him as jerk-off material. He groans aloud and the blond latches onto his neck once more, sucking and nipping as he sidles up against Changmin's back.
"Talk to me," Jaejoong whispers in his ear. The man's voice goes straight to his cock and he squeezes himself hard.
"F-feels good," he pants out. His brain has completely shut down and he hopes Jaejoong doesn't have any more complex commands for him, like reciting Calculus equations or walking.
"Are you close?"
"Yeah..." Something wet bumps against the small of his back. He tries to guess what it was and every single possibility makes him moan.
"Shit, Changmin-ah, you're so hot right now..." Jaejoong's about as out of breath as he is.
"Jaejoong-ah," he says mindlessly. He hears the other man suck in a breath before sinking his teeth into his shoulder.
Changmin comes in a rush. There's no way to prepare for it, no way to hold it off and his only consolation is that he lasted much longer than any other time he's been in Jaejoong's company. He leans back against the blond and bites his lower lip hard as sticky white splatters over his belly and hand. He keeps stroking his swollen cock, teasing the last bits out as he tries to catch his breath.
Jaejoong says something obscene and hugs him tight. Changmin blinks weakly as he feels liquid hit the small of his back; three, four times and then Jaejoong's making the sexiest little moans as he pants against his neck.
After nearly a minute the blond pulls away, grabbing a discarded shirt from the floor to wipe off his hands before trying to clean Changmin up. He starts giggling.
"What?" Changmin mumbles, trying to come back down to Earth.
"I think you're gonna need a shower. It's kind of everywhere."
He blinks down at himself. There's semen on his stomach and hand as well as his cock. He doesn't even think about the mess Jaejoong made on his back.
"It's your fault," he mumbles, and Jaejoong smirks at him proudly.
"Damn right it is."
Changmin leans in and kisses him, slow and gentle and Jaejoong cups his cheek and leans into it. When they break he looks down at himself, his sense of modesty kicking him in the head. Jaejoong chuckles.
"Go, go shower," he laughs, pointing at the door to the master bathroom. "There're towels in the closet.
"Join me?" he finds himself whispering, amazed at his own forwardness. Jaejoong's eyebrows creep towards his hairline and he laughs.
"I don't think that's, ah, very wise," he replies, leaning in to kiss him again.
"I'll keep my hands to myself." He gives Jaejoong his best hopeful eyes.
"Maybe. But I wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself. Besides, if I get in there with you then we'll be in there all day and don't you have midterms you need to go study for?"
Changmin grins softly as he stands up and grabs Jaejoong's hand, tugging him towards the bathroom anyway. He's still naked and dripping come and whatever resolve Jaejoong may have had crumbles into dust.
As predicted, it's a long time later before Changmin finally goes home.
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Yoochun's chatting on his cell when Changmin gets back. His eyes light up when he sees him walk in and his voice takes on an eager, rushed please end the conversation kind of tone. Changmin wonders if it'd be possible to escape before Yoochun starts digging for information as to where he's been more or less all day but he knows he'd just be postponing the inevitable.
He lays down on his bed as Yoochun snaps his phone shut, probably hanging up before the other person even got a chance to say goodbye. Here we go.
"Did you two just lounge in bed the whole day or what?"
Changmin grins a bit to himself. "Not quite."
After spending about an hour in the shower (making out and wasting water; Jaejoong's just as beautiful in person as he is on camera) Jaejoong had heated up the leftover jjigae and they'd spent another couple hours eating and procrastinating. When he had finally got himself dressed and to the front door (wearing another pair of borrowed underwear), Jaejoong had tucked a key to his apartment into his hand.
"I figure you'll be back," was all he said, and Changmin managed to waste another half hour standing in the hallway (Jaejoong is such a good kisser) before the blond finally put his foot down and announced he was kicking him out for the sake of his GPA.
Thinking back, he didn't actually accomplish anything today, and Changmin can't recall when he last wasted a day like this; except, it doesn't feel like it was wasted at all, and he finds that even with a week of midterms looming, he doesn't feel all that depressed. Between studying and classes, the week will be over before he knows it.
"You look like a lovesick fool," Yoochun suddenly says, drawing Changmin's attention back to the present. "When's the wedding? Where're the invitations?"
"Oh god, shut up," Changmin whines, feeling a stupid grin split his face. Yoochun snorts.
"Tell me now if you're moving out."
"I'm not moving out."
Yoochun looks him over, crossing his arms before he heaves a sigh. "So when do I get to meet him?"
"Not until after midterms. I don't even get to see him again until after midterms."
"Must be awful for you," Yoochun says, condescendingly, but even so he's smiling. "Just promise me any phone sex will take place with the bathroom door locked or something."
Changmin rolls his eyes. "It's not always about sex," he finds himself saying, and Yoochun snorts at him.
"Of course it's not, but right now that's all you're thinking about." He sits down next to him on his bed, leaning in close. "So? I'm waiting."
"For what?"
"All the juicy details."
Changmin laughs. "You'll wait forever."
"Don't be like this, Changmin-ah. I'm all ears."
"I'm not telling you anything."
"You have a hickey."
"You're very observant."
"How far did you get?" Yoochun prods, poking Changmin in the ribs. "Blowjobs? Did you get to blowjobs?"
"I said I'm not answering."
Yoochun grins. "Did you see him naked?"
"You're not gonna let this go, are you?"
"Not until I know how debauched my beloved dongsaeng is now."
Changmin groans and rolls onto his side, putting his back to his roommate. He was wrong; it's going to be a very long week.
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