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Fic, DBSK, A Hole Nother Story

Title: A Hole Nother Story [Changmin/DBSK]
Rating/Warnings: R for bandmate persuasion
Summary: Changmin digs in his heels about this whole piercing thing, not that it helps.
AN: Now that Changmin actually IS pierced, and seems to have two in one ear, actually, I was sort of wondering what took him so long, and how the others got him talked into it finally. Since the rest of them were always pierced, I just assumed it was Changmin being difficult, just like the Changmin we all know and love.


A Whole Nother Story

“So, Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong leaned over the back of the couch and nosed at Changmin’s cheek, “when are we taking you for your first piercing?”

“Never?” Changmin turned a page in his book without looking up.

“Aww, don’t be like that,” Jaejoong coaxed, pouting. “We’re all pierced. Yunho and Junsu and Yoochun and me.”

“You’re pierced more than enough for all of us,” Changmin replied. “And you’re wasting your pout, because I’m not looking. I’m the baby, I don’t need piercings.”

Jaejoong snorted. “You haven’t used that baby image in two years. You gave it to Junsu, who was using it two minutes ago in the kitchen on Leader-sshi.”

“Junsu stole it.” Changmin turned another page. “I’m planning to reclaim what’s rightfully mine at any minute, especially if he’s using it on Leader-sshi.”

“But Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong’s pout turned back into a smile, and he made sure his breath was warm on Changmin’s skin, “it isn’t just the look I think you’d enjoy.”

Jaejoong sucked Changmin’s bare earlobe, access to which was one of the only good things about Changmin’s sudden lack of ponytail, in past his lips and worried it just a little with the edge of his teeth. Changmin sucked in a sharp breath, and Jaejoong smirked.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Changmin grumbled, tilting his head to give Jaejoong better access.

“I hope so,” Jaejoong murmured against Changmin’s skin. “You know, it wouldn’t have to be your earlobe.” He slid his lips up along the curve of Changmin’s ear, flicking the tip of his tongue over the alternate choices as he named them. “You could always get a cuff. Or a tragus piercing. Or…” Jaejoong pressed even closer, one hand sliding into Changmin’s shirt to thumb the edge of his collarbone. “Maybe even a rook.”

The book tumbled out of Changmin’s hands and his the floor with a crinkle of bent pages, and Changmin reached up to grab Jaejoong by the shirt and yank him over the back of the couch. Jaejoong grunted at the jab of Changmin’s bony limbs as a landing pad, but the rest of his complaint was swallowed by Changmin crushing his mouth against Jaejoong’s, Changmin’s hands coming up to wrap tight in Jaejoong’s hair.

“You are way too interested in any of those ideas,” Changmin pulled away to gasp as Jaejoong settled more comfortably in between Changmin’s legs and rocked the proof of his interest into Changmin’s thigh.

“You do bring out the S in me,” Jaejoong agreed readily, eyes low-lidded as he looked Changmin over, lips slick and pink. “Just looking at you makes me want to get out the handcuffs…a silk tie…a safety piercer…”

“You’re done talking now,” Changmin informed him, sliding one hand over to run his thumb over the curve of Jaejoong’s ear, taking care to pull at each of his piercings on the way by, and Jaejoong cut off with a low moan.

Changmin rocked his hips up into Jaejoong’s predictable grind down, spreading his legs just a little wider and shifting until Jaejoong moved exactly where Changmin wanted him, their cocks rubbing against each other through their jeans. Jaejoong leaned in to return to kissing Changmin hungrily, groaning into Changmin’s mouth as Changmin continued to toy with his earrings.

Finally Changmin left off torturing Jaejoong to get hands in between them and wrestle with the zippers to their jeans, both of them panting against each other more than kissing by that point.

“Hair’s too short to get a good grip,” Jaejoong groused, voice low and out of breath, fingers tugging on the short mess of half-curls the stylists had left him with, and Changmin’s eyes fluttered, fingers fumbling helplessly as he hummed. “I should get at least a piercing or two out of them dressing you like a grown-up all the sudden.”

“You’re getting plenty,” Changmin growled in return, finally shoving their jeans enough out of the way to free their cocks. Jaejoong moaned and pressed his forehead into the curve of Changmin’s neck as Changmin wrapped a hand around them both and squeezed.

He turned his head with an effort to run his tongue along the curve of Jaejoong’s ear, groaning softly himself at the shiver of Jaejoong against him. Jaejoong stretched into the touch, getting his weight onto his knees so he could push into Changmin’s hand at the same time. He shifted close enough that Changmin could get his lips around Jaejoong’s earlobe and tug on his lowest piercing, and Jaejoong came against Changmin with a gasp, teeth sharp against Changmin’s collarbone.

“Mm, Min,” Jaejoong murmured after a few seconds. Sliding to one side in a languid heap, Jaejoong let go of Changmin’s hair to reach down and tangle his fingers around Changmin’s. Tilting his head back to nibble on the line of Changmin’s jaw, Jaejoong helped urge Changmin over the edge.

“I’m still not getting anything pierced,” Changmin commented after a few minutes of catching his breath in a warm curl with Jaejoong. When Jaejoong didn’t say anything immediately, Changmin cracked an eye to find Jaejoong licking his fingers clean with a sharp smile.

“Don’t worry, Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong said. “I’m not the only one available to work on you.”

Jaejoong patted him on the cheek with a slightly-sticky hand, and Changmin frowned.

*****

“I know you aren’t the king of subtlety,” Changmin said, voice still thick with sleep, “but the shower seems low even for you.”

Junsu grinned, hair plastered to his forehead, and stole the soap out of Changmin’s hands. “Jaejoong said you were taking the position of baby back and that I had to get you while you were weak.”

“He just wanted you out of Yoochun’s bed,” Changmin grumbled. Junsu ignored the jab, as all of them did when faced with an early-morning, pre-breakfast Changmin.

“You said you wouldn’t want it back,” Junsu said with a touch of reproach as he turned Changmin around and started soaping up his back.

“You said you wouldn’t misuse it on Yunho,” Changmin reminded, grunting when Junsu dug unforgiving thumbs into one of the knots in Changmin’s lower back.

“I couldn’t help it, Yunnie practically begs for it.”

Changmin snorted softly in amusement before he could stop himself, then grunted as Junsu’s weight pressed along his back, Junsu’s arms sliding around to wrap tight around Changmin’s chest.

“Get off,” Changmin snapped, “it’s too early to abuse your dongsaeng.”

“Nobody’s abusing you,” Junsu soothed, settling his cheek against the back of Changmin’s shoulder. One of his hands moved up, soap-slick and hot, to flick against Changmin’s nipple. “But I hear we’re discussing alternate piercing sites.”

“We are not!” Changmin protested, stifling another groan when Junsu tweaked his nipple more seriously. He tried to wriggle away, but only managed to rub up against Junsu’s hardening cock.

“Pity,” Junsu sighed, leaving off with the nipple, but trailing his hand down to toy with the rim of Changmin’s navel instead. “I was thinking a stud right here would be pretty damn hot. Nothing too flashy, we’re not JE after all. Maybe hematite?”

Junsu continued giving suggestions and stroking the skin of Changmin’s belly until Changmin was moaning shamelessly and rock-hard, but still Junsu only seemed interesting in talking about navel piercings.

“I’ve been thinking about a Prince Albert,” Changmin finally snapped, but his plan backfired when Junsu started laughing so hard they both nearly cracked their skulls falling in the shower.

“All right, all right,” Junsu finally soothed, sliding his hand down to wrap tight around Changmin’s cock, “don’t get yourself all into a state this early, the others’ll kill me.”

“Should have thought of that before you invaded my shower,” Changmin growled, although most of the heat was because of Junsu’s short, rough strokes. “You suck, hyung.”

“Speaking of that,” Junsu said easily, tightening his hand even more, and Changmin shuddered and felt dizzy from the heat of Junsu plus the shower, “Jaejoong’s talking about a tongue piercing.”

“Fuck,” Changmin cursed, then came all over Junsu’s hand.

“There, you feel better, right?” Junsu asked, and Changmin turned his head to kiss Junsu thoroughly, just to get a moment of peace and quiet.

“What about you?” he asked, head still fuzzy as Junsu gave him a last kiss and climbed out of the shower, his own cock more than a little interested in Changmin returning the favor, by all appearances.

“You didn’t really think I’d let Jaejoong have Yoochun all to himself, did you?” Junsu winked and strolled out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of drips. He called back in the door, “Just think about that Prince Albert!”

Which was about the moment when Changmin swore to himself, and then slipped on the soap.

*****

“I wondered when you’d get in on it too,” Changmin said when Yoochun shuffled into the bedroom doorway. Changmin tossed his electronic dictionary aside and spread his hands wide in invitation. “Take your best shot.”

“I thought it was just Jaejoong and Junsu?” Yoochun asked, folding his arms and leaning on the doorway.

Changmin’s expression darkened. “Yunho got me in the dressing room. Told me it would help the interview nunas take me more seriously.”

Yoochun threw back his head and laughed. “Leader-sshi’s a bit transparent, hm?” Changmin growled something too low to catch and Yoochun laughed again. “Tell me something, Minnie-ah. What exactly is your objection to getting pierced?”

“That everybody wants me to do it!” Changmin crossed his arms and gave Yoochun a stony look. “Putting holes in my ears, or wherever,” Changmin added when Yoochun snickered, “isn’t going to make me any older or hotter or whatever other thing. I’ve been good enough for you this way all this time, and I’ll go on managing, thank you very much.”

“You’re thinking about this all wrong,” Yoochun commented, amused, and when Changmin opened his mouth to argue, Yoochun held up a hand to stop him. “Come on,” he crooked a finger, beckoning, “Let me show you something.”

Changmin climbed to his feet with another grumble, but let Yoochun lead him down the hall and too the kitchen. When they reached the doorway, Yoochun held a finger up to his lips for silence, then let Changmin into the doorway in front of him to see.

Inside the kitchen, Yunho had Jaejoong pressed up against the counter, Jaejoong’s shirt unbuttoned and his jeans tugged low. Yunho was on his knees, cheek pressed against Jaejoong’s belly, teasing Jaejoong’s navel piercing with the tip of his tongue. As Changmin watched, Yunho shifted the tiny bit closer to take the piercing between his teeth and tug gently. His eyes never left Jaejoong’s face while he did it, his eyes dark with lust and affection, and Jaejoong was watching him in return, rifling his fingers though Yunho’s hair as he gave a breathy moan.

“It’s not all about you,” Yoochun breathed in Changmin’s ear, startling him and making him jump a little.

Yoochun’s fingers skimmed just under the hem of Changmin’s T-shirt, his lips against the back of Changmin’s neck, and Changmin pursed his lips in thought as he leaned back against Yoochun and let him do all the work.

*****

“All right,” Changmin said at breakfast the next morning, “if it’ll shut everybody up, then I want to get pierced.”

“If that’s what you really want, Minnie-ah,” Yunho said with a grin while Yoochun, Jaejoong, and Junsu slapped high-fives, “then I guess as your hyung, we’ll have to humor you.”

“Oh, fuck you all,” Changmin groaned as the others moved from hi-touch to one-touch. “Quit touching me and get me more coffee.”

*****

“Earrings!” the stylist squealed in delight. “They suit you so well!”

“More than I thought they would,” Changmin agreed neutrally, examining his reflection in the mirror. The mirror was large enough that he could also see the others sneaking looks at him from nearby to grin. “The other members each bought me one.”

“But,” the stylist frowned, “I only see three piercings.”

“Hmm,” Changmin said, sipping his coffee, and behind him Jaejoong lounged smugly in his own makeup chair, smirking in self-satisfaction.
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