Tripod, Babo and the Twins
Title: Tripod, Babo and the Twins [Chapter 3]
Author(s): akotanga
Pairing(s): Taecyeon/Junsu, Chansung/Nichkhun, Wooyoung/Junho
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Taecyeon's a big straight babo, Chansung's a hot-headed but gentle dickhead, and the twins Wooyoung and Junho. Junsu's a martyr hermaphrodite, and Nichkhun's a rational prince. Trust me, I also don't know how I made up this description. Just read!
Notes: Comments please <3 Thanks to my dongsaeng cooljess2121 and my Queenie Yaoi Queen Hazel for beta reading my fic :) A big thanks also to ✮ ღ Ⓢtarlight Ⓡeality's Ⓓesigns ღ ✮ ツ © 2011 and BangBangVIP for the poster. ^___^
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“Annyeong! We’re 2PM.” The crowd went wild as they stepped onto the stage. Today was different. Wooyoung was absent, because he was still on his bed recovering. Junho was not as energetic like usual, but the fans didn’t noticed it. Suddenly Taecyeon patted the small emperor’s back, which made the latter to yelp a little because of the heavy hand that landed on his back. He looked up to see his giant hyung flashing his big milky white teeth with a smile. Although he was not in the mood, Taecyeon’s smile somewhat lifted his spirit a little. He forced a weak smile as a response, knowing that frowning wasn't a good call.
They started performing their new song Hands Up. And as a bonus, they also performed their newest Japanese single I’m Your Man that made the whole crowd squealed in awe because of its infamous hip thrusts (which obviously, Hands Up had also hip thusting steps. That meant the fans couldn’t get enough of it.) and the most anticipated part of the choreography, the necktie dance and the halfway-polo-ripping part. Fans would go mad and lunatic whenever the cameramen zoomed into the boys’ crotch (particularly Taec’s) which were flashing through the big screen right in front of them. Taecyeon was aware of this, but he couldn't do anything. He was so shy to actually refuse the cameramen, nor the coordinator noonas. That was why he was showing his beastly side whenever they perform I’m Your Man in order to match the crotch zooming with his mood.
The show finally ended, which made the crowd craved for more. As much as they wanted, it was already late and they needed to go back to their dorm now. Junsu coaxed the fans, telling that they will see each other again on their next tv guesting in Star King.
“You can still watch us on 2PM show right? But Wooyoung will be not there..” Junsu stopped upon seeing the worried faces of the fans. Suddenly the crowd went wild again and they were shouting the same thing.
“Hwaiting Wooyoung oppa! Get well soon.” Some fans were waving their fanboards and placards as their supports, some were waving their lightsticks. They clapped, “2PM Jjang!"
Upon hearing the encouraging chants of hottests, the boys started to smile and as a thank you gift, they performed Back2U. (we already knew what happened.)
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The moment they reached the dressing room, each one of them toppled onto each other on the couch. Even with the heavy sighs and grunts, the room was filled with silence. None of them speak but to savor the calming quietness.
Junho sat on the chair, facing the mirror. Junsu sat beside him, pulling the latter into a soft hug. He could feel Nuneo’s heavy breaths, and the loud beats of his heart.
“Don’t be sad Junho ah, Wooyoung will be fine. Did you see hottests cheering Wooyoung? They will continue supporting us no matter what.” The oldest boy caressed his back, consoling him.
“I miss him so much hyung.” Junho cried.
Taecyeon spoke, surprising the two.
“Don’t cry Junho. I know Wooyoung misses performing too. Don’t worry, everything will be just fine.”
The emperor rubbed his eyes cutely and hugged the giant, burying his face into his hyung's muscular chest. “Thanks hyung..”
The sudden close proximity made Taec freeze on the spot. “Uhh Junho?”
Sensing the tension that temporarily paralyzed his hyung, Junho released Taecyeon from his embrace and giggled nervously, “Mianhae hyung. I forgot that you're not used to the sudden skinship."
Taecyeon felt bad for letting Junho see his discomfort. Trying his best to apologize and salvage the situation, Taec spoke softly, “I’m sorry Junho; it’s just that-”
“Hyung, it's okay,” Junho said, flashing his notorious eye smile. His hyung's discomfort was slightly amusing. Being the only straight guy in the group, Junho knew that awkward times were going to be inevitable and that some issues could easily come up. Luckily enough, Taec was very accepting and nonjudgemental of his friends' sexual orientations. “I understand.”
Taec heard Junho's light laughter and caught another glimpse at that well-known eye smile; he decided to joined in on the laughter as well.
Even though his group mates are gay, Taec never held disdain or felt disgust towards them. He loved his group mates as of they were his own family, especially his best friend, Junsu. He looked at the older male and saw him smiling at the emperor. Junsu made eye-contact with Taec, and they both shared a sweet smile, a smile shared between good friends.
Junsu remained composed on the outside, but his brain went into instant fangirl mode. Taecyeon was offering him, Kim Jinsu, his sweetest and most genuine smile.
Junsu was ready to pounce on the giant in an instant. Too bad Junho was blocking his target. If only he was gay too, Junsu thought, then I could finally confess my feelings to him. If only...
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The weather was being a bitch that night. The rain was pouring relentlessly. Thunder rolled heavily through the sky, and the lightning flashed almost blindingly. Fortunately, everyone was safely on the dorm before the rain really started to hit.
They all shuffled eagerly towards Wooyoung's room. They watched silently as the ssanti king stared contently at the ceiling, lying peacefully on his bed. The emperor immediately ran to Wooyoung, wrapping the man tightly in his embrace.
“Wooyoung-ah, you’re awake. How's your back?” Junsu asked, gently sliding beside Junho. The small boy blinked, trying to register the faces of his group mates in his mind.
“I’m okay. My back still hurts, but not nearly as bad as it did before. Other than that, I'm fine," Wooyoung said, managing to smile up at his hyung. The eldest sighed with audible relief.
“That’s good. We’re all glad that you’re okay now Wooyoungie. You know, Junho worried the most out of all of us," Taec said, chuckling as he gently ruffled the said boy's red hair.
“Alright I’m sure that we're all glad that Wooyoung hyung is feeling better, but can we please eat? I'm practically starving. Junsu hyung please cook the food now,” The tall maknae whined while rubbing his stomach. The atmosphere brightened even more when Chansung pouted as his stomach growled loudly.
“Okay, okay. I’ll start cooking the food. Help me prepare the table. Let’s give Junho and Wooyoung a moment.” Junsu slid out of the room with the others trailing behind him like ducklings.
“I’ll bring you your food Wooyoung-ah," Nichkhun said before he finally closed the door.
“Are you really okay now?” Junho stated, caressing the small boy’s cheeks. Wooyoung nodded and stared lovingly into Junho's eyes. “I've missed you so much."
Wooyoung couldn't suppress the urge anymore, and suddenly pulled the small emperor into a heated kiss. Junho’s eyes widened at the sudden action, and he struggled to pull away. After kissing Junho senselessly for a few minutes, Wooyoung finally released his lover from their kiss. “I've missed you too."
Junho missed the hint of lust that laced Wooyoung's voice. “I’m glad you’re okay now. You made me worry so much."
Wooyoung pulled Junho into his body once again and whispered huskily, “Mianhae baby. How can I make it up to you?"
Shivers traveled down the smaller man's back and his nerves stood attentive, magnifying every touch, every kiss, every whisper. Everything.
“W-Wooyoung! Maybe this isn't such a good idea. You still need to-" Their lips crashed, teeth scraping, cutting off the protests, and in an instant Wooyoung’s tongue invaded the emperor’s small mouth. Junho felt the need laced in Wooyoung’s actions, and the urgency turned him on. Junho hands moved on their own accord, hesitantly opening Wooyoung's shirt and roaming his muscular chest. His nimble fingers slid across his pert nipples and traced over his abdomen, paying specific attention to the dips between each muscles. He brushed the pads of his finger over the divot in between Wooyoung's chest muscles, relishing in the shiver of appreciation he got from his lover. Junho's fingertips circled his twin's bellybutton. He played with the dark hairs that trailed from his navel until they disappeared under the waistline of his pants.
“Shit," Wooyoung cursed breathily. "Nuneo, I want you to touch me here.”
Wooyoung took Junho’s preoccupied hand and guided it to the bulge in his pants. His hard cock strained against the material, making it slightly uncomfortable for him. Junho gasped as he felt the hardening length pulse between the restricting fabric.
“It’s been about a week since you last had your lips wrapped around me, had your fingers stroking me tightly, had your ass clenching me mercilessly," Wooyoung growled. This spurred Junho to move with diligence. He quickly pulled at the drawstrings that held the sweatpants to Wooyoung's waist. Wooyoung lifted his hips off of the bed to help the emperor with his efforts. When Wooyoung was freed on his pants, he pushed his boxers to his knees, allowing Junho to do the rest of the work.
Wooyoung's fully erect cock was finally released from it's confinement, slapping noisily against his stomach. Junho wasted no more time, and he grabbed onto the heated length tightly, stroking his twin with enthusiasm. He was feeling lonesome during the last few days because of his twin’s situation. Hell, he couldn't even find it in himself to stroke on off. He just couldn't think about pleasuring himself while his other half was in pain. Junho knew that Wooyoung could still feel some remnants of pain, but if his twin insisted that he was okay, who was Junho to try to convince him otherwise? He desperately missed the intimate moments when he felt Wooyoung's aching length pound into him without abandon, for hours upon hours and now, now’s the time for him to refresh his memory.
“Take me Junho. I want you to ride me until you pass out,” Wooyoung whispered passionately, biting the small man earlobe. A second round of worry brought Junho back to his senses. He returned to a more logical state of mind and denied the offer.
"Hyung, I can't.” Junho couldn't miss the sadness that flooded Wooyoung's expression, but he was quick to comfort his other half. "Don't think that this means that I don't want you anymore. If you could understand how badly I wanted to mount you and ride you hard and fast there would be no reason for you to feel rejected. I just don't want to be selfish and risk your health for my sexual desires."
“Baby you're so thoughtful," Wooyoung admired. "But we still have a problem that needs to be taken care of."
Wooyoung pointed to the stiff length that rested in The emperor's hand. Junho immediately tightened his grasp and a devilish grin spread across his face.
"How about you let your cock get reacquainted with my mouth?" Junho asked with a hint if seduction. Wooyoung nodded eagerly. Junho's skilled lips were only second to his tight ass, but they would have to suffice for the time being.
Junho stroked his manhood twice before introducing his lips to the base. He laid delicate kisses along the underside of Wooyoung's cock, all the way up to the dripping head. He then let his tongue lap at the glistening precum that oozed from the slit. Wooyoung hissed in delight at the sensation. The reaction encouraged Junho to get his tongue more involved, so he started lapping at the shaft as if it were a melting ice-cream.
“Aaaaah! Fuck Junho! Do that again," Wooyoung cried out as his twins pressed his tongue into the slit of his length. A dull pain shot up his spine as Wooyoung arched his back too far for comfort, but he couldn't have cared less at that moment. He wasn't in the best state if mind with the emperor's tongue constantly flicked the protruding vein in his cock.
Wooyoung fingers entwined themselves in Junho's red locks, guiding the boy to his pulsing cock. Junho took the hint, enclosed his mouth around the bulbous head and gave a hearty suck. He took Wooyoung into his mouth inch by inch, pausing every so often to moan and send pleasure-filled vibrations through Wooyoung's cock.
"F-fuck! Junho, so good," Wooyoung praised as he felt the tip of his length touch the back of Junho's throat. His lover just moaned in response, sending mire of those delicious vibrations through his cock. Before Junho started bobbing his head, he nuzzled into the hair that gathered at the base of Wooyoung's cock appreciatively. Once Junho was sure that he was going to gag, he swallow once, twice, three times just to see his other half writhing from the tightening around the tip of his cock.
Junho started to bob his head at a steady pace and grew accustomed to the thickness prodding at the back of his throat every time he went down. Wooyoung tried his hardest to abstain from bucking his hips, but the sensuality of the emperor broke down all of his barriers. Junho didn't have a problem with letting Wooyoung fuck his face; he knew that his throat was skilled enough.
Junho made eye contact with Wooyoung, giving him permission. Wooyoung started with shallow thrusts at first, testing the boundaries, but then he made his thrusts deeper effectively reaching the back of Junho's throat. Junho would occasionally suck and flick his tongue, and Wooyoung knew that he wouldn't last much longer. Junho knew that he was also nearing his climax for he had been fisting his cock since he went down in Wooyoung.
"Shit! J-Junho...cum-cumming," Wooyoung warned. Junho slacked his throat, and Wooyoung immediately tensed, rocking his hips faster. His released was building and fading and building and fading until his balls tightened and the first spurt of cum hit the back of Junho's throat. His lover swallowed greedily, wasting nothing. Waves of pleasure crashed over Junho as he reached his climax a few seconds after Wooyoung.
Wooyoung's cock grew sensitive, and every single lick he received caused him to shudder. Junho positioned his lips at the tip and sucked one last time, milking the last of Wooyoung's seed.
"Baby that felt so good," Wooyoung spoke breathily with adultation. Junho flashed his famous eye smile and leaned in to kiss him.
Wooyoung met Junho halfway and kissed him with intensity. The taste of his seed still lingered in Junho's mouth, but he didn't mind at all.
"I love you Junho."
"I love you too Wooyoung."
Little did they know that Nichkhun heard their moans through the door. He had been standing there with his left ear pressed up against the door the whole time. He smiled and shook his head.
In the bathroom, Chansung had just finished taking a shower. He got out and wrapped a towel around his waist. As he walked towards the living room, he saw Nichkhun giggling in front of Wooyoung’s room. His brows furrowed, seeing the Thai prince blushing like a tomato.
“Hyung? What’s the problem? Why are you.....giggling?” Chansung asked, but his hyung didn't respond. Nickhun’s jaw dropped when he saw Chansung looking at him. Drops of water meandered slowly down his body almost invitingly. His wandering eyes caught sight of the bulge that was poorly hidden by the soft towel. He bit his lips, wanting to ravish the maknae, but then he shook his head free of the impure thoughts.
“Aaaah..no! There’s no problem Channie. I’m okay. Hahahah...” He let out a nervous laugh.
“Are you sure? You’re blushing.” The maknae retorted.
“Y-yeah! I’m fine Channie, thanks for being concerned though. Junsu hyung said something about needed help to prepare the table, so you should get dressed quickly. The food will be ready shortly," said the Thai prince, dismissing the youngest. He started to walk towards the kitchen, ignoring the suspicious looks given to him by the tall maknae. Chansung just shook his head, questioning his hyung's odd behavior.
"What a weirdo," he mumbled to himself.