Cold Hands.
Cold Hands
Author: shin_sou
Pairings: JaeMin.
Rating: NC-17 to be safe. Cause that's how we roll. ♥
Warnings: None, I don't think. Well, there's some guy-on-guy lovin. Does that count? :/
Genre: Smut. As usual. Gee, I wonder if I'll ever write anything with substance? 8D
Summary: Jaejoong cuddles with Changmin in the middle of the night and then gets frisky. Just read the damn thing. 8D

AN: Um, the ending is totally weird, because I couldn't figure out how to end it and I really didn't have any direction in mind for this after the "meat" of it, so to speak. It did, however, spark an idea in my head for another fic, so I think I'll be writing a companion piece to this in the future.

This writing style is totally new for me. I usually write everything in past tense, but this was written in present, which gives it a different feel, I think. Um, enjoy! Comments are ♥.




His clock is displaying 2:43 when he feels the side of his bed dip down. He wants to complain, to shoo off whoever is trying to talk to him at this insane time of night, but really he's just too damn tired. He lays still as whoever it is squirms under the covers and the curls up against his back, one arm slipping around his waist to pull their bodies close together.

The body against his back is shivering.

"Min-ah..." a voice tickles his ear, the words barely even audible in the otherwise silent room. "I'm cold."

Jaejoong.

Changmin sighs as he shifts a bit, allowing Jaejoong to cuddle up against his back while pulling the covers up higher over their bodies. Jaejoong is known, in their little family, to have an almost unsettlingly low body temperature. Standing together in the same weather, the rest of the can be wearing t-shirts and shorts and Jaejoong will be wearing pants and a jacket. It's not so uncommon, then, for Jaejoong to slip into someone else's bed and steal warmth for the night. Morning will leave the others to find Jaejoong and his chosen bedmate for the night curled up together, the skinny blond wrapped around his living heater, leeching warmth. It seems Jaejoong's picked him for the night.

Icy hands creep under his shirt, splaying flat over his belly. The cold contact makes him shiver, his belly tensing up under the hands, but after a minute he notices the icy cold begin to fade, his own heat starving off the chill in his hyung's body. As the blond's fingers begin to warm up, Changmin hears a soft sigh of pleasure. The shivering has already stopped.

He closes his eyes then, assuming now that his hyung's shivering has stopped, they can relax and sleep. He assumes. Falsely.

He blinks when those lukewarm hands begin stroking his stomach. Soft, almost imperceptible touches sliding over his skin, tracing the planes of muscle and dipping into his tender belly button. The touch lingers there, stroking absently, almost thoughtfully, before sliding past his belly button and dipping down past the hem of his soft cotton pants.

"Hyung..." He whispers, only to be shushed softly. It's still innocent, mostly, the way the fingers stroke and slide over his skin, caressing and exploring. Innocent except for the fact that, at his age, a hand on the shoulder or a casual backrub can leave him breathless. Hormones and all that.

His heart is beginning to pound as blood redirects. He swears mentally as he feels himself stiffening up, all thoughts of sleep being chased from his mind. He feels the fingers dipping further into his pants, brushing against the coarse hair between his legs. He hears a soft murmur of approval. Jaejoong is apparently pleased that he's wearing no underwear.

He clutches weakly at his pillow, cheeks hot as he swallows thickly. "H-hyung, what are you doing...?" His voice sounds small and weak in the mostly silent room. He can hear the others, vaguely. The snore coming from the corner is likely Yoochun. He can hear Yunho rolling over. The others are here, all around them! What is Jaejoong trying to do?

His question goes unanswered, unless Jaejoong's actions are supposed to be an answer of some kind. Those long, long fingertips slide through his pubic hair, tugging every so slightly just to make him squirm. His heart is pounding as his sex doubles in size at the close, close contact. Oh shit, is he gonna-

Changmin bites his lower lip, eyes going very wide as he feels his hyung's now rather warm hand slide over his sex, tracing the vein along the underside from root to tip. Soft fingerpads slide over the very tip, smearing the thin precum that's beginning to gather. There's a pause before the hand disappears, slipping out of his pants. He wants to scream at the lost contact.

It reaches his ears then, a soft wet sound. It takes his lust-addled mind a moment to place it, and he does his best not to moan aloud when realization dawns. His hyung is sucking his fingers clean. Then the hand returns, fingers loosely wrapping around his length before stroking slowly, gently, exploring and feeling out his size.

"Not bad, dongsaeng..." The voice is so, oh so soft in his ear, his cheeks still burning as Jaejoong begins stroking him. What should he do? He wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Yunho isn't even three feet away! Changmin opens his eyes then, gazing through the darkness at the leader's bed. He can make out Yunho's form, curled up on one side, back to Changmin and Jaejoong and what they're doing.

"Hyung...!" It comes out as more of a hiss than he intended. He's frustrated and confused, embarrassed to be in this situation, being touched so intimately for the first time in his own bed, his group members all sleeping around them. If one of them wakes up, he swears he'll die.

"Be quiet... don't wake up Yunho." The hand between his legs begins to speed up, gripping a bit more tightly, and Changmin feels the heat in his belly growing. Reason is swiftly closing up shop as hormones take over, his eyes falling shut as he relaxes and submits to his hyung's ministrations. He does his best to keep his hips still, fearing that excess movement on his part will only make the bed squeak, and they all know what a light sleeper Yunho is.

Fingers suddenly slide up to pinch his tip and he sucks at his teeth, trying not to cry out as his length jumps in Jaejoong's hand. The blond chuckles against his neck, the hand wrapping around his length again and he swears mentally once more. He's embarrassingly close and the clock between his and Yunho's bed only reads 3:03.

He feels Jaejoong trying to ease his pants down with his other hand and he helps, shifting his hips to let the cotton pants slip down over his thighs. Jaejoong leaves them around the boy's knees, pushing flush against Changmin's back before tightening his hand into a firm fist and stroking him hard. His belly tenses further, heart pounding wildly as he feel the inevitable end creeping up on him quickly. He grabs at his pillow, turning his face into the soft cloth to muffle his whimper as the soft beat reaches his ears. Right now, his three hyungs are sleeping as the sound of Jaejoong's hand on his sex fills the room. It's really too much, and the youngest comes with a muffled whimper, body shuddering as relief washes over him and spills over Jaejoong's hand.

Those dangerous fingers keep stroking him, milking him for the rest of his release before slowly sliding away, just before contact would become uncomfortable. He blinks his eyes open, about to roll over and say something, anything, when the hand comes in to view, wet with his release. Hot breath tickles his ear.

"Clean it up."

The method for how isn't discussed, and for good reason. Changmin knows exactly what his hyung is asking. He slides a hand up to hold Jaejoong's wrist as he slowly sticks his tongue out and begins lapping up the sticky white goo. It's salty, distinctly his own flavor and it makes his cheeks burn. He can't believe this is happening.

He takes each digit into his mouth, sucking the fingers clean, using his tongue to get every drop. He feels Jaejoong breathing a bit harder, and he knows exactly what the hard lump against his ass is. It's exciting in it's own way that he can turn his hyung on, even though he's young and inexperienced. Jaejoong doesn't seem to mind anyway.

He finishes his task eventually, releasing his hyung's slightly damp-yet-clean hand from his grip before relaxing, still laying on his side and staring at Yunho's back in the darkness. He wonders if he's expected to return the favor. Common courtesy tells him that the hard lump pressed against his ass isn't going to go away on it's own and that he should be lending a hand, so to speak.

But Jaejoong says nothing, choosing instead to wrap his arms around Changmin and snuggle close, apparently intent on settling down for the night.

"Hyung..." He whispers softly, biting his lower lip.

"Mmmm...?" Jaejoong's response is muffled against his neck.

"Don't... don't you want... to..."

"Later." The blond's lips move against his skin, hot breath tickling the back of his neck. "Tomorrow."

"It already is tomorrow."

"Fine, later today."

"When?" He blinks a bit, nibbling on his lower lip as he waits for a response. Jaejoong is still, arms lax around his waist. He frowns. "Hyung?"

"Shut the hell up you two..." Yoochun's soft complaint drifts across the room and Changmin's eyes widen, a deep blush covering his face. Oh shit, Yoochun is awake? Then that means he heard... how much? Everything? "The show was nice but hell, it's after 3 in the morning."

Jaejoong stifles a giggle against Changmin's neck while the youngest turns a particular shade of red. "Sorry. Guess our dongsaeng isn't as good at keeping quiet as I thought."

"You owe me $20." Yoochun's voice sounds sleepy, yet somehow satisfied with himself as he rolls over in his bed.

"What?" Changmin frowns, attempting to roll over to face Jaejoong and get a straight answer as to what that's all about, but the blond's arms hold him stubbornly in place. He gives up then, hugging his pillow as he relaxes and closes his eyes, reaching for sleep while trying to ignore the burn of embarrassment on his cheeks.

Damn his crazy hyungs.