wedspawn ♥ (wedspawn) wrote,
wedspawn ♥

Love Much Mine: Chapter 12 [R]

Title: Love Much Mine ♥
Chapter: 12
Author: wedspawn
Pairing: Yunho and Jaejoong
Chapter Rating: R
Overall Rating: NC-17

Summary: A pair of lovers, their brothers in all but blood, love, confusion and hope. Probably some dancing. Definitely some smex. Not necessarily in that order.

Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

All the pictures that hung in my memory before I knew you have faded and given place to our radiant moments together. Now I cannot live apart from you...Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me. Sarah Bernhardt

“How was it?” Se7en said, handing the other man a cold bottle of Tsing Tao. “Everything you imagined?”

“Cute,” Yunho sneered, moving his legs so Se7en could sit down on the couch. “Better. Different. I can’t imagine doing that every night…”

“You expect Jaejoong to,” He reminded the man.

“Not every night.” Yunho grimaced when Se7en crooked an eyebrow at him. “Shut up. Like you don’t think about it every thirty seconds.”

“Twenty,” The singer corrected, pointing with the neck of his beer bottle. “I’m precocious. It’s why Min loves me.”

“Min loves you because I’m taken,” Yunho responded with a snort.

“Jaejoong’s only with you because Min was too young and Yoochun is in love with Junsu,” Se7en mocked, smiling when Yunho sputtered. “If you want to keep playing that game, I’ve got more ammunition than you do. I haven’t even brought up Camui.”

“Aish, Camui.” He shook his head, rubbing his hand through his newly trimmed hair. “That one’s scary.”

“I’ve never met him.” Dong-Wook shrugged. “How scary can he be?”

“Pretty scary,” Yunho replied. “Imagine a cross of Jaejoong and Changmin with a healthy dose of vampire. That’s what he’s like.”

“Sounds…” Se7en thought for a moment. “Nope, sounds scary. You’re better off keeping Jaejoong from him.”

“Can’t,” Yunho said, sipping his beer. “They’re friends. Talking on the phone friends.”

“You better be careful then,” He teased. “Min and I were ‘talking on the phone friends’ in the beginning. Now look at us.”

“Jaejoong would never break my heart that way,” The man grew serious, turning the bottle around in his hands. The condensation felt good on his palms. “He drives me insane but I love him. He’d never do that to me.”

“He has to love you. If you’d held out on me that long I would have killed you a long time ago.”

“I didn’t hold out on him,” Yunho protested. “I just wasn’t ready.”

“And now?”

“Now you’re wandering into territory that’s none of your business.”

“Hey, I’ll tell you anything you wanted to know,” Se7en laughed at Yunho’s horrified look. “What? Like you’ve never looked at another couple and wondered what it was like between them?”

“Nope,” He said. “No one really gets to me like Jaejoong. Once in a while he and Min end up on our bed and that drives me a little nuts but I think it’s because I have a thing for legs. Changmin has gorgeous legs.”

“You should see them when they’re up around my shoulders,” Se7en teased. “They’re gorgeous then.”

“Once again, I don’t want to know,” Yunho replied. “He’s my little brother.”

“You’ve never thought about Jaejoong and Yoochun?”

“Hell no,” He said, flaring his nostrils. “I hate sharing him with Chunnie as it is. Sometimes I want to take them and bash their heads together. Or yell at Junsu that he’s not holding up his end of the bargain and keeping Yoochun busy.”

“You have a bargain with Junsu to keep his lover busy?”

“No,” Yunho snorted. “If I were smart, I would. It would make my life a lot easier. I’d have Jaejoong all to myself…”

“And give you more time to be on your stomach,” Se7en interjected.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Better than being just a dick that makes my lover wait years before I agree to turn over.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” Yunho gave Se7en a hard glare then burst into laughter when the man crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue at him. “You going to teach Min to be that silly?”

“I keep trying but he doesn’t do silly well,” Se7en complained. “I’ve got him to be silly between us. I think that’s going to be the extent of it. But I’m serious. What are the two of you going to do now?”

“I don’t know,” Yunho admitted. “I like the way things are between us. He does too.” Leaning back into the couch cushions, he shrugged, staring at his friend. “I can see… wanting him inside of me once in a while. It was… nice. Maybe more often as we go on but something just feels right when he’s under me.”

“You’re still caught up in protecting him,” Se7en murmured. “Not a bad thing so long as the two of you agree to it.”

“How do you and Min… do it?” Yunho held up his hand when a wicked gleam sparkled in Se7en’s eyes. “I don’t want details. I just want to know how you accomplish… changing sides and how often?”

“Pretty often,” Se7en said, thinking on it. “I’d say we’re two to one. I like him either way but he’s sometimes a bit uncomfortable being the aggressor. I think that’s because there’s some part of his brain that still says hyung when he thinks of me.”

“He has a fetish for that word,” Yunho said wryly. “He tortures us into calling him that.”

“That’s because with the four of you, he feels like the baby,” He replied. “Face it, he’s the tallest and smartest of the five of you. He’s used to being hyung.”

“Well, he’s not,” The man smirked. “Brat.”

“It’s probably what makes it easier for us. He’s got a good ego. He wants to be…”

“How do you know?” Yunho prodded. “How do you know he’s not just doing it because you want it?”

“Don’t make me doubt this, Yunho,” Se7en warned. “Min and I aren’t like the two of you. We talk about what we want. Not just where we want to go but where we are now. That’s something the two of you need to work on. Not us.”

“So he just came out and said; Dong-Wook, I want to trade places?”

“Pretty much,” He said, thinking on it. “I did bring it up. I had to. He’s got the two of you as an example.”

“And the other two,” Yunho pointed out.

“That’s a good example?”

“Okay, maybe not.” The other man frowned, remembering the mess he and Jaejoong had come home to. Yoochun still had no explanation for the cracker box in the main shower and they were all still finding rubber duck couples hidden about the apartment, set in appalling and compromising positions. “Never mind. Definitely not.”

“The two of you is what he had as a relationship model,” Se7en explained. “I had to break that stereotype pretty much from the very beginning.” The singer’s face softened. “No, the first thing I had to do was convince him that he was beautiful. Being with the four of you rocked his confidence.”

“We’ve never made him feel stupid.” Yunho shook his head. “That’s only for Junsu.”

“Not stupid,” Se7en corrected. “Intimidated. All of you intimidated him. You are the older brother he never had. Junsu is an angelic voiced pretty boy that took his concept from him. Even if that concept rankled, it still was his. Yoochun is moody and unpredictable. Our Changmin likes things to be in order. Yoochun throws him off his game. And Jaejoong…”

“If Yoochun makes him uncomfortable, Jaejoong must drive him insane,” He sighed. “No one is as unpredictable as Joongie. Most of the time, I can’t guess what’s going to come out of his mouth.”

“Je Je’s moods are pretty steady. He’s rarely angry and when he is, it’s a hot temper that flashes and is gone. Min’s temper’s hot like that but stays,” Se7en replied. “And he found … a mentor in Jaejoong. Someone who encouraged his evil wickedness. The world became much more dangerous when Dong Bang Shin Ki brought those two together.”

“That’s the truth,” Yunho muttered, clinking his beer bottle against Se7en’s in salute. “God help us all.”

They sat in a companionable silence, watching a flock of birds fly between the buildings. Yunho cocked his head, studying the movement of the dark cloud with a curious interest. Se7en murmured, nodding to the other man and motioning his arm, simulating the wave of birds with his upper body. Yunho laughed, sitting up to put his beer bottle down. Dipping his shoulder down, he flowed into his own motion, adding a twist of his arms.

“That’s not a bird,” Se7en scoffed, sipping at his beer. “That’s not even a dead bird.”

“You study a lot of dead birds?” Yunho teased. “Maybe that’s something Min should know about you?”

“Everything comes back to that, huh?”

“As much as everything comes back to me and Jaejoong,” He retorted.

“But, you guys are okay?” Se7en asked softly. “I was worried you wouldn’t be able to…”

“What? That I wasn’t not man enough?” Yunho asked.

“No, Yunnie-ah,” The man shook his head, skirting closer to Yunho on the couch. “I’m serious. I want you to be happy with this. I was worried that you did this because everyone was pressuring you.”

Yunho stared at his friend for a long moment, unsure if he could trust Se7en’s sentiments. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Se7en nodded. “I worried about that. I did.”

Narrowing his eyes, Yunho asked softly, “Did you say something about that to Changmin?”

“No, just between us,” He said. “Our secret. If Min and Jaejoong can have secrets. So can we.”

They toasted again, to their own secrets and Yunho settled into the arm of the couch, putting the flats of his feet together as he bended his knees. Quirking his full mouth, he debated about what to say then decided to talk about the first thing he thought of.

“It was stranger than I thought it would be,” He started. “I didn’t expect to feel pressure inside of me. Not like I was…um…”

“Not like going to the bathroom,” Se7en said with a smile. “That’s what I thought it would feel like the first time.”

“Oh good, so it wasn’t just me.” Yunho blushed, ducking his face when his cheeks began to burn. “It was okay. A little bit… stretched apart but I was okay and then he hit that spot in me and…it was like someone shoved a star inside of me.”

“Bad visual but decent feeling.” Se7en nodded. “How was he as a lover?”

His eyes grew distant, remembering the feel of his lover inside of him. The sensation of holding Jaejoong intimately defied his experience. He’d heard his name screamed by thousands of voices and that overwhelming adoration paled in comparison to Jaejoong whispering about love in his ear.

“I don’t want anyone else ever touching me like that, ever again,” Yunho said, choking on the emotion welling up from his heart. “I only ever want him there. No matter what happens, that’s a part of me that will only be Jaejoong’s. I can’t… I won’t share that with anyone else. He gave me that much love… touched me that deep. It was nice. It was… just… it was everything we are. As if we’d come around and touched fully.”

“Did he take his time?” Se7en laughed at Yunho’s disgusted look. “You’ve got to tell him what you like and don’t like. Don’t just depend on what the two of you do… on the other end of things. It’s going to be different between you when you’re in that position. Something he likes might not work with you.”

“I hadn’t thought about that,” Yunho said, chewing on his upper lip. “I wanted him to hurry up. So did he. It was over too quickly but then at the same time, not quick enough. I was sore.”

“You guys didn’t take enough time getting ready,” Se7en said, standing to get them more beer. Bringing back the bottles and packages of arare, he sat back on the couch. “It’s important to do that, especially if you’re not going to be on the bottom a lot. You’re going to have to take more time, even if you don’t want to.”

“That’s a problem Jaejoong has,” The other man commented softly. “There are times when I don’t think we’ve gone slow enough and he’s… insistent. Then the next morning, he’s moving sorely and I feel guilty.”

“Did you tell him you were sore?”

“God no,” Yunho snorted, frowning at Se7en. “Are you kidding? I don’t want him to know that. He’ll think he did something wrong or something. I can take it.”

“See, that’s why the two of you have problems,” Dong Wook said, angling his head against the couch back. “You’ve got to stop thinking like you’re in a traditional Korean marriage. You don’t have to protect Jaejoong from your feelings. He’s a guy, Yunho. As much as you are. You keep telling me he’s not your wife. Stop treating him like one.”

“I don’t treat him like a wife.”

“You don’t treat him like a husband,” Se7en pointed out. “He’s going to want the same things that you want, for the most part. Yeah, he’s more nurturing than you are but that’s because he was raised in a convent of women. I know girls’ boarding schools with less women than his family has. Don’t let what he does, like cooking and fashion, fool you. He’s jut comfortable in being anything he wants to be. It’s the rest of us who have to catch up.”

“So you’re admitting that you aren’t perfect?” Yunho asked slyly.

“Hell no,” He winked. “I’m as perfect as I need to be. I got Changmin, didn’t I?”

“Hah, you’re the one who said the only reason Jaejoong didn’t get Min was because the dongsaeng was too young,” Yunho laughed. “Maybe that’s also the reason he’s with you.”


Changmin was brushing his teeth when Se7en came up behind him. The older man wrapped his arms around his young lover’s waist, hooking his hands together under Min’s belly button. Resting his chin on Min’s shoulder, he grinned when a large dot of toothpaste froth ended up on his nose.

“You look like a sea cucumber, frothing at one end,” He said, bumping Min from behind. “How does this end look? Same thing?”

“Hope not.” Min bent his head, spitting out the toothpaste. “I’d have to worry about what you fed me for dinner if that were the case.”

“It would be interesting,” Se7en grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at Min’s reflection in the mirror. “I could see how much suds we can get worked up.”

“Ew,” The young man made a face, returning the brush to his mouth to do the back of his teeth. Se7en rocked into him again, pressing his heat into the cleft of Min’s body. Spitting again, Min gave him a mock stern look. “Stop that. I’m trying to finish this.”

“And I’m trying to start this,” Se7en said, kissing Min’s long, bare neck. He moved his hands up, working under Min’s tank top and over the smooth skin of the young man’s belly. His thumb ran over the soft hair around Changmin’s belly button, stroking at the line leading down past his waistband. Changmin moaned softly, leaning his head back against his lover’s shoulder, fitting into the curve of Se7en’s body.

“I haven’t flossed yet,” He murmured, hissing softly when Se7en pinched one of his nipples between two sharp fingernails. “I really should do that.”

“Why?” Se7en left a trail of kisses, stopping only long enough to tug Min’s shirt off and toss it to the floor. “I plan to do some very dirty things to that mouth of yours. You might have to even brush your teeth again.”

“Ah, I have something for that.” Min nodded. “I have to show you what Jaejoong told me about.”

“When ever you say that, I get cold chills down my spine,” Se7en grumbled, tightening his grip on Min’s waist. “Mine.”

“I know. Hold on, old man. It’s good. Or I hope it’s good.” He disengaged from his lover’s hold, padding barefooted out of the bedroom to the living area.

Se7en muttered at being called an old man, picking up Min’s shirt from the floor and carrying it with him to the bedroom. He could hear Changmin rifling through his backpack, looking for something he’d brought with him. Standing by the chaise near the door of the room, Se7en stared down at Min’s open carry-on suitcase, the young man’s belongings and clothes piled haphazardly in it. He folded the tank, placing it carefully in the corner then took care of the rest of Min’s clothes, a soft sadness filling him with every item he put away.

Looking into the living room, he smiled briefly at the roundness of Min’s ass as the young man bent over to reach into the cavernous space of his pack. They would be apart soon, hundreds of miles away and connected only through airwaves and letters. Quietly, Se7en retrieved the tank top from Min’s suitcase and walked over to his dresser. Opening a drawer, he tucked the tank away, next to a weather-worn journal and a stack of letters tied with a blue ribbon. Pulling one of his white dress shirts out, he placed it under Min’s clothing, patting the pile carefully down.

“I miss you, baby,” Se7en said softly. “Even when you’re in the next room, I miss you.”

“Hey, I found it,” Changmin said, rattling a tin of mints as he came into the room. He peeked around Se7en and grinned widely. “You didn’t have to fold my clothes.”

“Yeah, I did, brat,” Se7en laughed. “Now come here so I can take the rest of your clothes off too.”
Tags: lmm 12

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.