Cowboy Up 2/2
Title: Cowboy Up 2/2
Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: When I have my own ranch, and I'm rich, I will pay them to work on my farm, and then I will own their sexy bodies, and watch them do yummy things like loading hay and riding each other horses.
Summary: Yoochun spends a lot of days doing the same chores on the family farm. A broken down car and a pretty popstar throw Yoochun's day into a different gait.
Part 2:
“So, what about that ride?”
Yoochun stared at Junsu for about ten seconds before he blinked and cleared his mind of perverted thoughts and said. “Oh, right. Do you want to?”
Junsu smiled. “Sure. It was fun.”
“I have one request,” Yoochun said, and amended in his head one non-perverted request.
“What’s that?”
“Let me call my best friend over.”
Junsu narrowed his eyes.
“Come on, please. Changmin will kill me when he finds out you were here and he didn’t get to meet you.”
“I don’t want you dead.”
Yoochun smiled. “Well, he won’t kill me, but he’ll tie me up and torture me.”
Junsu’s eyes lit up and he said, “Now there’s an interesting idea.”
Yoochun blushed.
Junsu laughed and waved at him. “Fine. Just the one?”
“Yeah. Promise.”
“Okay.”
Yoochun pulled out his cell phone and dialed Changmin’s number. He put it on speaker so Junsu could hear.
“What do you want, fucker?” he said as a hello.
“Come over.”
“Why?”
“Just come over. You won’t regret it.”
“Does that mean you’re going to be tied up and naked when I get there?”
Junsu snorted, and Yoochun blushed and mentally cursed. He should have known better than to put a conversation with Changmin on speaker. “Nope. Something even better.”
“Can’t get much better than you at my mercy, Chunnie. I am intrigued.”
“Come to the stables. That’s where I’ll be.”
“Oh, now I am most interested. Last time I met you at the stables-“
“Yeah, I remember,” Yoochun said quickly.
Changmin laughed. “I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
“Okay.” Yoochun hung up and did not look at Junsu as he put the phone in his pocket.
“What happened last time he met you at the stables?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun cleared his throat as his skin heated and shivered. “Nothing?” he said, making it a question.
Junsu laughed. “Oh, come on. Tell me.”
Yoochun led the way out of his bedroom. He again took the side exit to keep from being detained by his mother. When the door shut behind them, Yoochun kept his eyes to the ground, on his boots, as they walked toward the barns.
“Tell me,” Junsu said again and this time put his arm around Yoochun’s waist and his fingers dug into his sides.
Yoochun jerked away from the touch with a laugh. “No.”
Junsu pouted, and Yoochun’s breath caught. It was even more adorable in real life. He looked down again and said, “Changmin is a bit of a sadist and I get off on pain, so yeah … There was rope involved, and a crop, and … yeah. He’s a kinky bastard.”
Junsu grinned and when his eyes traveled over Yoochun’s body again, Yoochun held his breath. “Sounds sexy.”
A victorious voice in Yoochun’s mind was screaming, “He’s gay! OMG! YES YES YES!” but Yoochun still wasn’t completely sure.
They entered the stables and Yoochun moved to Thunder again to check on her. He told Junsu about her foal and then went through the stalls to the back door. He stood outside, put his tongue to the roof of his mouth and whistled. Across the field, the horses’ ears pricked up. Yoochun whistled again, and the six animals left their grazing and galloped across the field.
“They like you,” Junsu said.
The horses all stopped and tried to get at Yoochun at once. He laughed and rubbed their necks. He directed Junsu to a bucket that had some apple cores and carrots in it. For the next few minutes, they pampered the beasts, and then hoof beats from the road caught their attention.
“How is this better than you naked?” Changmin demanded. His long legs swung from the side of his black stallion and he dropped to the ground. He took two steps before he saw Junsu and then he stopped in his tracks and his mouth fell open.
“Junsu, this is Changmin. He’s a bastard, but I like him,” Yoochun said.
Junsu laughed. “Hi.”
“Um … hi.”
“Junsu’s car broke down on the highway and he’s staying over until my dad gets it fixed.”
“Oh my god, seriously?”
Junsu nodded. “Yep. Yoochun’s been very accommodating.”
Changmin smirked. “I bet he has.”
“Shut up, Minnie,” Yoochun said immediately.
“What? You’re always very accommodating. Eager even.”
Yoochun blushed and said, “Shut up.”
“No, no. Don’t shut up. Tell me more,” Junsu said.
Changmin laughed. He wrapped the reins of his horse on the wooden fence, and then vaulted over it. Yoochun followed the lines of his legs, encased in tight blue jeans. His plaid shirt was half unbuttoned, showing a white tank top. His hat was off, hanging from his neck. He saw Junsu look at his body, too.
“Well, Chunnie, he’s good at bending over for people.”
“Shut up, Changmin,” he said uselessly. Changmin wasn’t going to any time soon.
“I thought you liked it when I talked dirty,” Changmin said. He flung his arm around Yoochun shoulders and licked his ear before Yoochun could stop him.
Yoochun shivered and shoved him away. “Not in view of the house, you idiot.”
Changmin laughed but kept his arm around Yoochun’s shoulder. “So, Junsu. I very much enjoyed your Intoxication single.”
“Thanks.”
“It makes great sex music.”
“God, would you …” Yoochun broke off with an irritated noise.
“It does,” Junsu said with a laugh.
“So I am going to assume you’re gay,” Changmin said.
Yoochun held his breath.
“Bisexual, actually.”
“Good, good. Did Yoochun invite me over for that?”
“Changmin!”
“No, actually, he said if he didn’t introduce us that you’d tie him up and torture him.”
Changmin smiled. “Yeah. I most definitely would. Want to do it anyway, Chunnie? Tie you up, throw a cock ring on -“
Yoochun walked away, trying to calm his raging body. Changmin laughed.
“Aw, Yoochun, where you going?” Junsu asked.
“There’s rope in the stables,” Changmin said.
“Fuck you, Minnie,” Yoochun said but without the heat in his voice.
Changmin’s boots pounded on the stable after him. “You all right, babe?”
Yoochun nodded, eyes going past Changmin to Junsu. “Just fucking horny all day,” he muttered.
Changmin looked behind him and then met Yoochun’s eyes with an eager questioning look and Yoochun shook his head.
“Why not?” Changmin asked. “You can tell he’s interested.”
“You two talking about me?” Junsu asked, voice echoing around the stables.
“I promised Junsu a ride,” Yoochun said. “On a horse,” he added quickly.
Changmin smirked and then licked his lips. “I don’t think he’d mind a-“
“Oh my god, shut up!”
Junsu smiled. “I wouldn’t mind.”
Yoochun looked at him and stared.
“What?” Junsu said with a smirk rivaling Changmin’s. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”
“No, he doesn’t,” Changmin said.
“And then there’s you,” Junsu said, turning into Changmin, so their bodies were almost touching. Junsu had to look up at him. “Tall and sexy and-“ He bit his lower lip and his fingers played with the buttons on Changmin’s shirt.
Changmin smiled down at Junsu and grabbed his wrists. He lifted his arms and Junsu put them around his neck. Changmin slid his hands down Junsu’s back, over his ass and to his thighs, and without much effort, lifted. Junsu’s legs wrapped around his waist, and then their lips pressed together. Junsu moaned, mouth opening. Changmin’s tongue teased his lips, mouth never losing its smirk as they kissed.
“Still going to protest, Yoochun?” Changmin asked, though he did not take his eyes from Junsu.
Yoochun was not stupid. “Not here though.”
Changmin nodded. “With Thunder in foal, your dad may come to check up on her.”
“Yeah.”
Changmin set Junsu down even as Junsu whined in disappointment. Changmin chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Yoochun turned away and led them out of the stables at a quick pace.
“Last one to the loft is being tied up,” Changmin said and sprinted past Yoochun.
Junsu laughed and ran after him.
Yoochun smiled and continued walking, watching as Junsu chased Changmin across the field and into the alfalfa barn. His cock was hard from watching them kiss, and each step closer hardened it further, until Yoochun was gasping, mind full of the possibilities to come. He wouldn’t mind being tied up, but he really, really, really wanted to ride Junsu’s cock.
He stepped into the cool building, eyes adjusting to the dim light. Laughter echoed around the worn wooden walls. The barn was almost empty for now; harvesting the first crop of alfalfa wouldn’t be for a few more weeks. It smelled of home and dirt and grass.
“Where’s our pet?” Changmin said. His head came into view from the upper level.
Junsu’s face was there, watching as Yoochun climbed the ladder. “Is he always this slow?”
Changmin nodded. “Usually.”
“I like going slow,” Yoochun said as he approached the top of the ladder. Changmin’s lips landed on his neck. His eyes shut, and then softer lips met his.
“Slow is okay,” Junsu whispered. “Agonizing and hot and sexy.”
The two moved away so Yoochun could climb onto the loft. He and Changmin had always kept a blanket and supplies up there. Just in case. Changmin moved to the sloping wall, reached above the top eave. His untucked shirt lifted and Yoochun licked his lips. He loved Changmin’s body. Changmin’s face brightened as he pulled down a plain wooden box. He tossed it to Junsu, and Junsu laughed after he opened it.
“You two fuck a lot up here or something?” Junsu asked as Changmin flopped onto a pile of hay. He pulled out a bottle of lube.
Changmin laughed. “Yes.”
Junsu tossed the box back to Changmin, and he just got his hands up to catch it. And then Junsu turned to Yoochun.
Yoochun swallowed at the devilish, sexy look in his eyes.
“You really don’t understand how gorgeous you are, do you?” Junsu said, voice low. His fingers traced over his ears, cheeks. Yoochun’s eyes fluttered shut as they trailed down his neck. “Beautiful skin, this jaw line, and god, damn. Collarbones.” Junsu pushed his fingers under the fabric of his t-shirt to touch Yoochun’s collarbones. He stretched the neck and stepped close enough to press a soft, open kiss there. Yoochun’s knees shook, his hands latched onto Junsu’s hips to keep from falling. Junsu’s lips moved over his jaw and then pressed against Yoochun’s. Yoochun moaned into the kiss, hands tightening.
“Is he always this unsure?” Junsu muttered.
Yoochun smiled. “Not unsure, just … in disbelief.”
Junsu laughed. He suddenly left Yoochun and walked the short distance to Changmin. He dropped over him, knees at his hips, hands on either side of his head. Changmin smirked just before they kissed. Yoochun watched, pants straining. Their tongues tangled outside their mouth, messy and full of slurps and moans.
“If you’re not over here in two minutes, I’m tying something around your cock to keep you from coming,” Changmin said, “and that will hurt because I think you’re going to come as soon as Junsu touches you.”
Yoochun finally moved. He landed on the pile of hay next to Changmin. Changmin smiled at him and then yanked him forward with a firm hand on the back of his neck. Yoochun opened his mouth to Changmin’s kiss, recognizing it for what it was: calm him down, give him something familiar before he lost all sense of his self around Junsu.
Changmin turned his head, another tongue joined their kiss, and Yoochun moaned low in his throat as unfamiliar and familiar hands started undoing buttons and lowering zippers. He tried to kick his boots off. A firm hand palmed him through his pants and he moaned louder, breaking away from the kiss. He grabbed his jeans and pushed them down with a whimper. Changmin grabbed his wrists and pulled them up and away.
“Fiery little colt, isn’t he?” Changmin said with a grin.
Junsu laughed. He moved back far enough to pull Yoochun’s boots off. They landed with a thunk. He peeled Yoochun’s pants and boxers off at once. “You cowboys always wear such tight sexy jeans.”
Yoochun cried out when Junsu curled his fingers around his cock. His vision swam as he tried to focus on Changmin. “God, am I dreaming?” he whispered.
Changmin laughed. “Nope. Xiah Junsu is about to lick your cock.”
And then Xiah Junsu licked his cock and Yoochun saw spots. His cry echoed around the empty barn. Heat closed around the tip of his cock and Junsu moaned, licking the crown and down the length. Yoochun gasped and tried to thrust up into his mouth.
“Wow. He didn’t come right away,” Changmin said. “Where did you learn such discipline?”
Yoochun squeezed his eyes shut as Junsu stroked his cock slowly. “J-jerked off. Shower.”
They both laughed.
“I knew that’s what you were doing,” Junsu said. “I almost joined you.”
“Oh, god,” Yoochun said. He whimpered and thrust up again. The movement almost gagged Junsu for a moment.
“You’re being naughty. Junsu, give me your belt.”
Yoochun shivered as the leather hissed through Junsu’s belt loops. Changmin moved out from under Yoochun. He looped the belt through a beam behind him and then tied Yoochun’s wrists with the ends. Yoochun’s eyes rolled back, and he whimpered Changmin’s name.
Changmin grinned down at him as he undressed. “Why are you looking at me when Xiah Junsu is getting naked?”
Yoochun whipped his head down to watch Junsu. He was already naked, bent over, slipping his boxers off. The curves of his ass were even more amazing in real life.
“Fuck, Junsu,” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu smiled at them and turned in a circle. His hard cock hung away from his body, jerking as Changmin and Yoochun stared.
“Wow,” Changmin said and whistled. “You should totally strip at your next concert.”
Junsu laughed. “I’ll take my shirt off, just for you two. It’s all I can get away with.”
Changmin sat back down and pulled Yoochun’s upper body into his lap. Yoochun sighed and tried to roll down, pressing Changmin’s cock against his skin.
“You like being tied up, Chunnie-ah,” Junsu said, kneeling between his legs. He ran his hands up and down Yoochun’s thighs. “Want to know my kink?”
Yoochun nodded.
“Rimming.” He dipped a finger down the inner curve of Yoochun’s thigh, caressing, pulling shivers and jerks from his skin. “Doing not receiving. Is that okay? Will you let me shove my tongue in your ass?”
Yoochun’s eyes rolled up and he whined, lifting his legs.
“I think that means yes,” Changmin said.
Junsu laughed and pushed his knees up. “Chunnie-ah. I can’t get to it yet.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure how he was going to bend his body more, but then Changmin’s long fingers gripped his ankles. He spread Yoochun’s legs and then pulled them back until his feet were level with Changmin’s shoulders. Yoochun moaned at the stretch. He was bent so much he could almost see his own entrance.
Changmin kissed his calf muscle on one leg. “How’s that?”
Junsu licked his lips. “Perfect.” His fingers ghosted up the back of Yoochun’s thighs, fingertips teasing more and more. He spread Yoochun’s ass even further. He moaned, wetting his lips again, and then pressed a kiss to Yoochun’s puckered entrance.
Yoochun shivered with need. His eyes shut tight, and little meeps and noises passed his lips. The first touch of Junsu’s tongue to his body had him crying out, trying to move. The belt dug into his wrists. Junsu started slow, licking all around the edge, and then the skin around that. Moving out in slow circles. His hands flexed on Yoochun’s ass cheeks, kneading and pulling at the skin.
“Such a beautiful body,” Junsu said.
Changmin grinned. “That’s what I told him when I was thirteen, but he still wouldn’t let me fuck him until I was fifteen.”
Junsu smiled up at him for only a moment, and then licked again, starting on the outside and spiraling in until he was at his entrance. He pushed his tongue against it, moaning as Yoochun’s body clenched, trying to keep him out.
They both moaned, Yoochun’s louder as Junsu forced his tongue inside. He lapped at it firmly, in and out, over and over. Yoochun’s cock settled wet against his stomach. A trail of precome dripped into his belly button. Changmin thrust against him lightly, adding his own praises to how sexy Junsu looked fucking Yoochun with his tongue.
“Fuck, Min, stroke me please,” Yoochun begged. He gripped the belt, arms straining. He tried to move his hips, to get his cock to rub against something, but he couldn’t.
Changmin chuckled and said no.
Junsu lifted a hand from his ass and cupped his sac, rolling the balls between his fingers, a little pressure, then a light touch. His tongue continued its slow devouring of his ass.
“Oh, god, Junsu,” Yoochun whimpered. “Finger me, please, please.”
Junsu hummed in agreement. His other hand curled over his ass. Changmin spread his legs wider so Junsu could still get to his entrance with his tongue.
It hurt, god, it hurt. Yoochun whined as his muscles started shaking.
The pad of Junsu’s middle finger dipped into his entrance with his tongue.
“You know, Chunnie-ah, the only thing better than this would be licking Changmin’s come out of you.” His hand slid down, along Yoochun’s cock, pushing it harshly against his stomach. He didn’t stroke, but pushed, over and over again. “I bet Changmin tastes good.”
“Oh, fuck, yes.”
“And if Changmin fucked you, your body would be all stretched out and I could really get my tongue deep.” He thrust his finger into Yoochun suddenly, and then curled it as he pulled it out. “Oh, god, just the thought makes me want to come. Makes me want to stroke off until I splatter both of you. I bet your ass looks good covered in come.”
“It does,” Changmin said with a smirk.
“Fuck me, Minnie,” Yoochun begged. “Oh, god, fuck me.” A second finger forced its way into his ass. And Yoochun lost the ability to think. Junsu spread his fingers, licked between them, sucked at his entrance while his hand massaged Yoochun’s cock. Changmin’s voice wove above him, but Yoochun heard nothing as everything whooshed from his brain, he slammed his head against Changmin’s thigh and he came, pumping his release over his stomach.
Junsu moaned and speared him with his tongue, causing little jolts of pleasure along his skin. “Love … love when it … tight … around … my tongue… so good.”
Changmin chuckled. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, hyung.”
Junsu laughed. He pulled away from Yoochun’s ass and helped him lower his legs. Yoochun’s whole body was shaking and the edge of his vision was blurry.
Junsu leaned over him and kissed his lower lip, lightly sucking on it. “Now, let’s get you fucked.”
Yoochun’s eyes flew open and he nodded. “God, yes.”
Changmin laughed and said, “Twist around, babe.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure he could, but he rolled his hips to the side, and with Changmin’s help and Junsu’s hands directing him, he turned over, and ended up kneeling, straddling Changmin’s lap. The come from his orgasm dripped onto Changmin’s stomach.
“Yum,” Junsu said, running his fingers through it. “Something for our darling to lick up later.” He put his finger against Yoochun’s lips and Yoochun eagerly licked it clean.
Changmin pushed up to his elbows and helped. “You are such a come whore, Yoochun.”
“Love it,” Yoochun replied, kissing Changmin around Junsu’s fingers.
He grunted when Junsu suddenly hooked his finger on his lip and pulled. “Should we get a bit for him?” Junsu asked.
They both laughed when Yoochun shivered.
“Naw,” Changmin said. “I want to hear him.”
“Good idea.”
Junsu moved behind him and then he pouted at Changmin. “Can I spank him?”
“Fuck yes,” Yoochun almost shouted.
Junsu laughed. He brought his hand down sharply on Yoochun’s ass, and Yoochun cried out, shaking his ass, begging for more. Junsu spanked him again. On the other cheek. He switched back and forth until both cheeks were bright red. Changmin kissed him through the spanking. Lightly, teasing, pulling away when Yoochun tried to deepen it.
When Junsu’s hot mouth kissed along his fiery skin, Yoochun almost came again. “Want me to fuck you, Yoochun?”
Yoochun nodded. He squeezed his eyes shut and said, “Ride you, god, please. I want … I want to ride you.”
Changmin laughed. “Wet dream of his.”
Junsu laughed too and slapped Yoochun one more time. “Trade me places, dongsaeng,” he said.
Changmin kissed Yoochun and then ducked under his arm and climbed out from under him. Junsu ran his hands over Yoochun’s back and shoulders. He tangled his hands in Yoochun’s long hair and yanked his head to the side. Yoochun whined, but when the head of Junsu’s cock prodded his mouth, he opened up, eager and relaxed his throat just before Junsu thrust forward.
“He is so talented and eager, huh?”
“I like putting him through his paces,” Changmin said. “Keep him in shape for the main event.”
Yoochun wanted to tell him to fuck off, but then Junsu rolled his hips up, slipping further into his throat and he moaned instead.
With a gasp of surprise, Junsu thrust forward again. Sliding deeper. He grunted and then pulled away quickly, taking deep breaths. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had sex, so no more of that throat or I’m going to come before you can ride me.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed the tip of his cock. “Until later then.”
Junsu chuckled and dropped down to the blanket. He shimmied under Yoochun until he was in Changmin’s old position.
Changmin spanked him. He cried out and glared at his best friend over his shoulder.
Changmin smirked. “He didn’t hit you hard enough.”
“Fuck you.”
Changmin laughed as he leaned to the side. He snagged the bottle of lube and tipped it over, pouring a large amount into his hands.
Junsu’s fingers touched his face, so Yoochun turned to him, sighing in contentment as their lips touched. He shivered and moaned when Changmin’s longs fingers pushed into his body. Junsu moaned too, breaking away from his lips and panting.
“Fuck, Changmin, remember … the … coming thing.”
“Right,” Changmin said. He pushed at Yoochun’s hips, so he lowered them, moaning when Junsu’s cock swiped over his entrance. Changmin held them both steady and then with a shift, Yoochun pushed down. His grip tightened on the belt, his head lowered between his arms and he whimpered as Junsu’s cock slid into his body. He didn’t want to wait to feel it all, so even though his vision had gone spotty again and his back was protesting the strain, he dropped down, feeling each inch push into him. So slow. He lifted up only once, and that was to get a tighter grip on his body. He really wanted to feel it. When he sat flush against Junsu’s body he paused, shifting his hips, getting used to the feel of that cock inside him.
Junsu moaned. “Move, Yoochun. Move.”
A smile flit across his face, and then Yoochun moved. Slow, up, feeling the drag, the contrasting feeling of being too empty. He pushed down quickly, crying out as Junsu’s hips rose and their bodies smacked together. Junsu bent his knees, and Yoochun lifted again, higher, until Junsu almost slipped out. They slammed together again. He pulled on the restraints, flung his head back and rode Junsu faster. He whimpered when a heated mouth covered his Adam’s apple, sucking on his skin, a tongue licking at his neck.
“So gorgeous,” Junsu said, voice breathy. “So, so gorgeous, and wild and perfect.”
Yoochun tried to smile. With every moan of his name from Junsu’s mouth, Yoochun grew more eager, moved faster.
“Shit, Yoochun, I’m … I’m …”
“Come, Su-ah, come inside me, fuck.”
Firm hands gripped his hips. Junsu thrust into him hard, panting, eyes shut tight. The veins in his neck and arms stood out and Yoochun forced his eyes to stay open and watched his face scrunch up as he came. He moaned low feeling the warm release pump inside him. Yoochun slowed with a whimper.
Junsu grabbed him by the neck and yanked himself up and Yoochun down until they were kissing again. “Amazing,” Junsu said, and then again, over and over into Yoochun’s mouth.
“All right, enough,” Changmin said. “Now for like the next two weeks he’s going to be ‘Xiah thinks I’m amazing’ blah blah blah.”
Junsu smiled and met Yoochun’s eyes. “I’m sure you can find a way to humble him again.”
Yoochun shivered. “He’ll like th-Minnie!” He shouted and Junsu moaned. Two fingers pumped into his body along with Junsu’s cock.
“What?” Changmin said innocently.
Yoochun moaned as his fingers moved slowly in and out of him.
“Fuck, Minnie,” Junsu said. He gripped Yoochun’s hips and thrust up.
“What did you tell me about a month ago, hyung?” Changmin said, the smirk prevalent in his voice even if Yoochun couldn’t open his eyes to see it. “Something about double penetration.”
“Oh, god,” Yoochun gasped. He opened his mouth, only to have it filled with Junsu’s tongue.
Changmin didn’t seem to be in any hurry to fuck him; his dongsaeng always did have more control than Yoochun did during sex. His fingers moved slowly, rolling, twisting, retreating and pushing back in. So much. Two, three, two again, then more. Or less. Yoochun was so full, so stretched.
Junsu’s cock was rock hard from only a few minutes of Changmin’s attentions. And Yoochun’s hard cock was pumping precome onto his stomach. He was ready to come again.
“Min, fuck me. Please. I’m going to come … fuck …”
Changmin removed his fingers. Three, four, maybe. Yoochun whined and pushed back, gasping into Junsu’s mouth when Junsu’s cock prodded his prostate for a moment and then slipped in deep.
“Fuck,” he said, eyes shut tight, rocking back again, trying to get that shot of pleasure through his body.
Changmin laughed. “Oh my god, you slut. Calm down.”
“Fuck me, you arrogant bitch,” Yoochun said. He turned his head to glare at Changmin and tugged on the belt roughly.
Junsu’s hands ran up and down his stomach, trying to calm him down, but they passed over his nipples, just as Changmin’s cock slid against his cleft. He cried out, thrusting back and then shuddered in need as his orgasm teased him, right at the edge.
Fingers held his hips steady, and others spread his ass. Changmin’s cock settled above Junsu’s and then Yoochun screamed as Changmin pushed in. Junsu slid out until just the head was inside, and Changmin’s longer wider cock pushed in, almost all the way. Yoochun grunted, whimpering. His head dropped between his arms again, and his eyes shut, tears of … something … dripping from his eyes. It hurt, god, so much, but then Changmin moved and Junsu moved and they fucked him. Slow, rolling. He thrust back, trying to get them to go faster. His cock slapped up against his belly.
One of them came, probably Changmin based on how tightly he was squeezing Yoochun’s ass, and then Yoochun screamed. Wave after wave of pleasure, because Changmin had shortened his thrusts, angled up and rubbed his cock over his prostate. He moaned low, body shivering as pain and pleasure tossed him around and dropped him. He spread his legs, pushed back. A deep guttural noise tore from his throat as his orgasm was torn through his body. He rocked in the tempo, thrusting forward as he shot come all over Junsu’s stomach.
Junsu was still moving, thrusting wildly into his pliant body. Yoochun would have collapsed, but Changmin wrapped his arm around his stomach and held him up, licking up sweat and purpling his shoulders with hickys until Junsu came again.
The belt loosened and his arms fell weakly. Changmin carefully lowered him to the blanket and he whimpered as they both slipped out of him.
Their labored breathing echoed through the barn.
“So can I have your autograph?” Changmin asked.
Junsu laughed, but Yoochun moaned and tried to hit his best friend. Junsu curled up around his body. He reached over Yoochun’s hip and stroked Changmin’s cock. “Sure. Got a pen, or should I write it in come?”
Changmin laughed.
Yoochun smiled against his chest, and then whimpered when Junsu pushed him, and Changmin grabbed his arms and pulled until he was laying on top of Changmin. Junsu’s heat molded to his back. He kissed the side of Yoochun’s lips and then his neck. Yoochun was exhausted and would have been more than happy to take a short nap. But then Junsu ran his tongue down his spine.
“Mm, Su.”
“Yes, Chunnie?” he asked, massaging Yoochun’s ass.
“Tired.”
“I don’t expect you to do anything,” Junsu whispered. His lips landed at the base of Yoochun’s spine. “Your ass is dripping with come and I want a treat while you take a nap.”
“Oh, god,” Yoochun gasped as Junsu’s tongue ran down his cleft.
Junsu moaned in delight, lapping at Yoochun’s stretched opening.
Changmin said, “I hope all your chores are done, Yoochun, because I think Junsu is going to fuck you again.”
Junsu chuckled against Yoochun’s skin. “And you, if you’ll let me.”
Changmin froze for a moment and then said, “Sure, like I’m going to give up the chance to say, yeah, Xiah Junsu fucked me.”
Junsu laughed. “I’ll be sure to thank you for letting me come in your ass when I give you my autograph.”
“You two are talking too much,” Yoochun said, lifting his hips to get Junsu’s mouth back at his ass.
There was silence until Yoochun blearily opened his eyes, only to see them smirking at each other. “What?”
“I think it’s time we use that bit,” Changmin said.
“Yes, I agree.”
Yoochun shivered and nodded. And when Changmin moved away to go find one, Yoochun said, “Grab a crop, too.”
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“You will be sure to call us when you arrive,” Yoochun’s mom said, straightening Junsu’s jacket.
“Yes, Mrs. Park, I will.”
“Your mother is so excited to see you. We talked for almost two hours last night. We only wish we had daughters for our sons.”
“Mom,” Yoochun said, trying not to blush.
“What?” she asked with a wistful look at Junsu. “How else are we all going to be a family if I can’t marry you off to his sister?”
Junsu was trying so hard not to laugh.
Yoochun smiled, remembering their goodbye earlier in the morning. Lsat night, hiis father had noticed the pronounced limp in his step and Yoochun had to tell him he hurt his hip falling off a horse. Junsu made it worse this morning.
His mom kissed Junsu’s cheek again, and Yoochun was sure she was trying to find something else for him to autograph. Xiah Junsu was now permanently written on her dishtowels, the tablecloth, a few t-shirts. Even a serving platter.
“Mom, come on. He has to go.”
“I’ll come back, Mrs, Park,” Junsu said. “Thank you so much for all your hospitality.”
“It was our pleasure, Junsu. Come back anytime and you need to eat more, you understand me?”
“Yes, noona,” Junsu said with a grin.
She almost fainted, fanning herself.
Yoohwan rolled his eyes at her antics and took her arm. “Come on, Mom.” He started leading her away.
But she kept her head turned while they walked, asking Junsu if he needed anything else for his trip, and was he sure he couldn’t stay until lunch?
Yoochun smiled at him when the door finally shut behind them.
Junsu grinned, too. “Too bad I can’t kiss you goodbye.”
“Too bad you can’t fuck me goodbye,” Yoochun replied.
Junsu chuckled. “Yeah. I have a vacation coming up in a couple months. Maybe you guys can come down to Busan.”
Yoochun nodded. “That’d be cool.”
Junsu nodded, too. Everything was a little awkward, and then he face-palmed. “Duh. Phone numbers.”
Yoochun laughed. They switched phones and entered each others’ numbers in.
“Well, see you,” Yoochun said, “or you can drive me down toward Changmin’s, we’ll pull off the road, I can give you a blow job and then ….”
Junsu held his hand up and laughed. “No, no, no. God, then I’ll want to go to Changmin’s and then I’ll never leave.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Junsu smiled. He shot a look at the house and then hugged Yoochun’s, kissing his cheek quickly. Yoochun savored the brief contact and then let him go.
“See you later, okay?”
“Yeah.”
Junsu climbed into his car and started it right up. He waved as he pulled away, and Yoochun waved back until he disappeared over the hill. He sighed and turned around, coming face-to-face with his brother.
“I hate you,” Yoohwan said.
“What? Why?”
“You had sex with him.”
Yoochun smirked. “Maybe.”
“Yeah, and maybe that limp is from falling off a horse.”
“So? Jealous?”
“Um, hello! Have you seen my room? Yes, I’m jealous.”
“Lower your voice, dongsaeng.”
Yoohwan pouted.
Yoochun grabbed his lower lip and pulled. “Don’t be too upset. He does have a brother.”
Part 1: Skittish
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Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: When I have my own ranch, and I'm rich, I will pay them to work on my farm, and then I will own their sexy bodies, and watch them do yummy things like loading hay and riding each other horses.
Summary: Yoochun spends a lot of days doing the same chores on the family farm. A broken down car and a pretty popstar throw Yoochun's day into a different gait.
Part 2:
“So, what about that ride?”
Yoochun stared at Junsu for about ten seconds before he blinked and cleared his mind of perverted thoughts and said. “Oh, right. Do you want to?”
Junsu smiled. “Sure. It was fun.”
“I have one request,” Yoochun said, and amended in his head one non-perverted request.
“What’s that?”
“Let me call my best friend over.”
Junsu narrowed his eyes.
“Come on, please. Changmin will kill me when he finds out you were here and he didn’t get to meet you.”
“I don’t want you dead.”
Yoochun smiled. “Well, he won’t kill me, but he’ll tie me up and torture me.”
Junsu’s eyes lit up and he said, “Now there’s an interesting idea.”
Yoochun blushed.
Junsu laughed and waved at him. “Fine. Just the one?”
“Yeah. Promise.”
“Okay.”
Yoochun pulled out his cell phone and dialed Changmin’s number. He put it on speaker so Junsu could hear.
“What do you want, fucker?” he said as a hello.
“Come over.”
“Why?”
“Just come over. You won’t regret it.”
“Does that mean you’re going to be tied up and naked when I get there?”
Junsu snorted, and Yoochun blushed and mentally cursed. He should have known better than to put a conversation with Changmin on speaker. “Nope. Something even better.”
“Can’t get much better than you at my mercy, Chunnie. I am intrigued.”
“Come to the stables. That’s where I’ll be.”
“Oh, now I am most interested. Last time I met you at the stables-“
“Yeah, I remember,” Yoochun said quickly.
Changmin laughed. “I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
“Okay.” Yoochun hung up and did not look at Junsu as he put the phone in his pocket.
“What happened last time he met you at the stables?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun cleared his throat as his skin heated and shivered. “Nothing?” he said, making it a question.
Junsu laughed. “Oh, come on. Tell me.”
Yoochun led the way out of his bedroom. He again took the side exit to keep from being detained by his mother. When the door shut behind them, Yoochun kept his eyes to the ground, on his boots, as they walked toward the barns.
“Tell me,” Junsu said again and this time put his arm around Yoochun’s waist and his fingers dug into his sides.
Yoochun jerked away from the touch with a laugh. “No.”
Junsu pouted, and Yoochun’s breath caught. It was even more adorable in real life. He looked down again and said, “Changmin is a bit of a sadist and I get off on pain, so yeah … There was rope involved, and a crop, and … yeah. He’s a kinky bastard.”
Junsu grinned and when his eyes traveled over Yoochun’s body again, Yoochun held his breath. “Sounds sexy.”
A victorious voice in Yoochun’s mind was screaming, “He’s gay! OMG! YES YES YES!” but Yoochun still wasn’t completely sure.
They entered the stables and Yoochun moved to Thunder again to check on her. He told Junsu about her foal and then went through the stalls to the back door. He stood outside, put his tongue to the roof of his mouth and whistled. Across the field, the horses’ ears pricked up. Yoochun whistled again, and the six animals left their grazing and galloped across the field.
“They like you,” Junsu said.
The horses all stopped and tried to get at Yoochun at once. He laughed and rubbed their necks. He directed Junsu to a bucket that had some apple cores and carrots in it. For the next few minutes, they pampered the beasts, and then hoof beats from the road caught their attention.
“How is this better than you naked?” Changmin demanded. His long legs swung from the side of his black stallion and he dropped to the ground. He took two steps before he saw Junsu and then he stopped in his tracks and his mouth fell open.
“Junsu, this is Changmin. He’s a bastard, but I like him,” Yoochun said.
Junsu laughed. “Hi.”
“Um … hi.”
“Junsu’s car broke down on the highway and he’s staying over until my dad gets it fixed.”
“Oh my god, seriously?”
Junsu nodded. “Yep. Yoochun’s been very accommodating.”
Changmin smirked. “I bet he has.”
“Shut up, Minnie,” Yoochun said immediately.
“What? You’re always very accommodating. Eager even.”
Yoochun blushed and said, “Shut up.”
“No, no. Don’t shut up. Tell me more,” Junsu said.
Changmin laughed. He wrapped the reins of his horse on the wooden fence, and then vaulted over it. Yoochun followed the lines of his legs, encased in tight blue jeans. His plaid shirt was half unbuttoned, showing a white tank top. His hat was off, hanging from his neck. He saw Junsu look at his body, too.
“Well, Chunnie, he’s good at bending over for people.”
“Shut up, Changmin,” he said uselessly. Changmin wasn’t going to any time soon.
“I thought you liked it when I talked dirty,” Changmin said. He flung his arm around Yoochun shoulders and licked his ear before Yoochun could stop him.
Yoochun shivered and shoved him away. “Not in view of the house, you idiot.”
Changmin laughed but kept his arm around Yoochun’s shoulder. “So, Junsu. I very much enjoyed your Intoxication single.”
“Thanks.”
“It makes great sex music.”
“God, would you …” Yoochun broke off with an irritated noise.
“It does,” Junsu said with a laugh.
“So I am going to assume you’re gay,” Changmin said.
Yoochun held his breath.
“Bisexual, actually.”
“Good, good. Did Yoochun invite me over for that?”
“Changmin!”
“No, actually, he said if he didn’t introduce us that you’d tie him up and torture him.”
Changmin smiled. “Yeah. I most definitely would. Want to do it anyway, Chunnie? Tie you up, throw a cock ring on -“
Yoochun walked away, trying to calm his raging body. Changmin laughed.
“Aw, Yoochun, where you going?” Junsu asked.
“There’s rope in the stables,” Changmin said.
“Fuck you, Minnie,” Yoochun said but without the heat in his voice.
Changmin’s boots pounded on the stable after him. “You all right, babe?”
Yoochun nodded, eyes going past Changmin to Junsu. “Just fucking horny all day,” he muttered.
Changmin looked behind him and then met Yoochun’s eyes with an eager questioning look and Yoochun shook his head.
“Why not?” Changmin asked. “You can tell he’s interested.”
“You two talking about me?” Junsu asked, voice echoing around the stables.
“I promised Junsu a ride,” Yoochun said. “On a horse,” he added quickly.
Changmin smirked and then licked his lips. “I don’t think he’d mind a-“
“Oh my god, shut up!”
Junsu smiled. “I wouldn’t mind.”
Yoochun looked at him and stared.
“What?” Junsu said with a smirk rivaling Changmin’s. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”
“No, he doesn’t,” Changmin said.
“And then there’s you,” Junsu said, turning into Changmin, so their bodies were almost touching. Junsu had to look up at him. “Tall and sexy and-“ He bit his lower lip and his fingers played with the buttons on Changmin’s shirt.
Changmin smiled down at Junsu and grabbed his wrists. He lifted his arms and Junsu put them around his neck. Changmin slid his hands down Junsu’s back, over his ass and to his thighs, and without much effort, lifted. Junsu’s legs wrapped around his waist, and then their lips pressed together. Junsu moaned, mouth opening. Changmin’s tongue teased his lips, mouth never losing its smirk as they kissed.
“Still going to protest, Yoochun?” Changmin asked, though he did not take his eyes from Junsu.
Yoochun was not stupid. “Not here though.”
Changmin nodded. “With Thunder in foal, your dad may come to check up on her.”
“Yeah.”
Changmin set Junsu down even as Junsu whined in disappointment. Changmin chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Yoochun turned away and led them out of the stables at a quick pace.
“Last one to the loft is being tied up,” Changmin said and sprinted past Yoochun.
Junsu laughed and ran after him.
Yoochun smiled and continued walking, watching as Junsu chased Changmin across the field and into the alfalfa barn. His cock was hard from watching them kiss, and each step closer hardened it further, until Yoochun was gasping, mind full of the possibilities to come. He wouldn’t mind being tied up, but he really, really, really wanted to ride Junsu’s cock.
He stepped into the cool building, eyes adjusting to the dim light. Laughter echoed around the worn wooden walls. The barn was almost empty for now; harvesting the first crop of alfalfa wouldn’t be for a few more weeks. It smelled of home and dirt and grass.
“Where’s our pet?” Changmin said. His head came into view from the upper level.
Junsu’s face was there, watching as Yoochun climbed the ladder. “Is he always this slow?”
Changmin nodded. “Usually.”
“I like going slow,” Yoochun said as he approached the top of the ladder. Changmin’s lips landed on his neck. His eyes shut, and then softer lips met his.
“Slow is okay,” Junsu whispered. “Agonizing and hot and sexy.”
The two moved away so Yoochun could climb onto the loft. He and Changmin had always kept a blanket and supplies up there. Just in case. Changmin moved to the sloping wall, reached above the top eave. His untucked shirt lifted and Yoochun licked his lips. He loved Changmin’s body. Changmin’s face brightened as he pulled down a plain wooden box. He tossed it to Junsu, and Junsu laughed after he opened it.
“You two fuck a lot up here or something?” Junsu asked as Changmin flopped onto a pile of hay. He pulled out a bottle of lube.
Changmin laughed. “Yes.”
Junsu tossed the box back to Changmin, and he just got his hands up to catch it. And then Junsu turned to Yoochun.
Yoochun swallowed at the devilish, sexy look in his eyes.
“You really don’t understand how gorgeous you are, do you?” Junsu said, voice low. His fingers traced over his ears, cheeks. Yoochun’s eyes fluttered shut as they trailed down his neck. “Beautiful skin, this jaw line, and god, damn. Collarbones.” Junsu pushed his fingers under the fabric of his t-shirt to touch Yoochun’s collarbones. He stretched the neck and stepped close enough to press a soft, open kiss there. Yoochun’s knees shook, his hands latched onto Junsu’s hips to keep from falling. Junsu’s lips moved over his jaw and then pressed against Yoochun’s. Yoochun moaned into the kiss, hands tightening.
“Is he always this unsure?” Junsu muttered.
Yoochun smiled. “Not unsure, just … in disbelief.”
Junsu laughed. He suddenly left Yoochun and walked the short distance to Changmin. He dropped over him, knees at his hips, hands on either side of his head. Changmin smirked just before they kissed. Yoochun watched, pants straining. Their tongues tangled outside their mouth, messy and full of slurps and moans.
“If you’re not over here in two minutes, I’m tying something around your cock to keep you from coming,” Changmin said, “and that will hurt because I think you’re going to come as soon as Junsu touches you.”
Yoochun finally moved. He landed on the pile of hay next to Changmin. Changmin smiled at him and then yanked him forward with a firm hand on the back of his neck. Yoochun opened his mouth to Changmin’s kiss, recognizing it for what it was: calm him down, give him something familiar before he lost all sense of his self around Junsu.
Changmin turned his head, another tongue joined their kiss, and Yoochun moaned low in his throat as unfamiliar and familiar hands started undoing buttons and lowering zippers. He tried to kick his boots off. A firm hand palmed him through his pants and he moaned louder, breaking away from the kiss. He grabbed his jeans and pushed them down with a whimper. Changmin grabbed his wrists and pulled them up and away.
“Fiery little colt, isn’t he?” Changmin said with a grin.
Junsu laughed. He moved back far enough to pull Yoochun’s boots off. They landed with a thunk. He peeled Yoochun’s pants and boxers off at once. “You cowboys always wear such tight sexy jeans.”
Yoochun cried out when Junsu curled his fingers around his cock. His vision swam as he tried to focus on Changmin. “God, am I dreaming?” he whispered.
Changmin laughed. “Nope. Xiah Junsu is about to lick your cock.”
And then Xiah Junsu licked his cock and Yoochun saw spots. His cry echoed around the empty barn. Heat closed around the tip of his cock and Junsu moaned, licking the crown and down the length. Yoochun gasped and tried to thrust up into his mouth.
“Wow. He didn’t come right away,” Changmin said. “Where did you learn such discipline?”
Yoochun squeezed his eyes shut as Junsu stroked his cock slowly. “J-jerked off. Shower.”
They both laughed.
“I knew that’s what you were doing,” Junsu said. “I almost joined you.”
“Oh, god,” Yoochun said. He whimpered and thrust up again. The movement almost gagged Junsu for a moment.
“You’re being naughty. Junsu, give me your belt.”
Yoochun shivered as the leather hissed through Junsu’s belt loops. Changmin moved out from under Yoochun. He looped the belt through a beam behind him and then tied Yoochun’s wrists with the ends. Yoochun’s eyes rolled back, and he whimpered Changmin’s name.
Changmin grinned down at him as he undressed. “Why are you looking at me when Xiah Junsu is getting naked?”
Yoochun whipped his head down to watch Junsu. He was already naked, bent over, slipping his boxers off. The curves of his ass were even more amazing in real life.
“Fuck, Junsu,” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu smiled at them and turned in a circle. His hard cock hung away from his body, jerking as Changmin and Yoochun stared.
“Wow,” Changmin said and whistled. “You should totally strip at your next concert.”
Junsu laughed. “I’ll take my shirt off, just for you two. It’s all I can get away with.”
Changmin sat back down and pulled Yoochun’s upper body into his lap. Yoochun sighed and tried to roll down, pressing Changmin’s cock against his skin.
“You like being tied up, Chunnie-ah,” Junsu said, kneeling between his legs. He ran his hands up and down Yoochun’s thighs. “Want to know my kink?”
Yoochun nodded.
“Rimming.” He dipped a finger down the inner curve of Yoochun’s thigh, caressing, pulling shivers and jerks from his skin. “Doing not receiving. Is that okay? Will you let me shove my tongue in your ass?”
Yoochun’s eyes rolled up and he whined, lifting his legs.
“I think that means yes,” Changmin said.
Junsu laughed and pushed his knees up. “Chunnie-ah. I can’t get to it yet.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure how he was going to bend his body more, but then Changmin’s long fingers gripped his ankles. He spread Yoochun’s legs and then pulled them back until his feet were level with Changmin’s shoulders. Yoochun moaned at the stretch. He was bent so much he could almost see his own entrance.
Changmin kissed his calf muscle on one leg. “How’s that?”
Junsu licked his lips. “Perfect.” His fingers ghosted up the back of Yoochun’s thighs, fingertips teasing more and more. He spread Yoochun’s ass even further. He moaned, wetting his lips again, and then pressed a kiss to Yoochun’s puckered entrance.
Yoochun shivered with need. His eyes shut tight, and little meeps and noises passed his lips. The first touch of Junsu’s tongue to his body had him crying out, trying to move. The belt dug into his wrists. Junsu started slow, licking all around the edge, and then the skin around that. Moving out in slow circles. His hands flexed on Yoochun’s ass cheeks, kneading and pulling at the skin.
“Such a beautiful body,” Junsu said.
Changmin grinned. “That’s what I told him when I was thirteen, but he still wouldn’t let me fuck him until I was fifteen.”
Junsu smiled up at him for only a moment, and then licked again, starting on the outside and spiraling in until he was at his entrance. He pushed his tongue against it, moaning as Yoochun’s body clenched, trying to keep him out.
They both moaned, Yoochun’s louder as Junsu forced his tongue inside. He lapped at it firmly, in and out, over and over. Yoochun’s cock settled wet against his stomach. A trail of precome dripped into his belly button. Changmin thrust against him lightly, adding his own praises to how sexy Junsu looked fucking Yoochun with his tongue.
“Fuck, Min, stroke me please,” Yoochun begged. He gripped the belt, arms straining. He tried to move his hips, to get his cock to rub against something, but he couldn’t.
Changmin chuckled and said no.
Junsu lifted a hand from his ass and cupped his sac, rolling the balls between his fingers, a little pressure, then a light touch. His tongue continued its slow devouring of his ass.
“Oh, god, Junsu,” Yoochun whimpered. “Finger me, please, please.”
Junsu hummed in agreement. His other hand curled over his ass. Changmin spread his legs wider so Junsu could still get to his entrance with his tongue.
It hurt, god, it hurt. Yoochun whined as his muscles started shaking.
The pad of Junsu’s middle finger dipped into his entrance with his tongue.
“You know, Chunnie-ah, the only thing better than this would be licking Changmin’s come out of you.” His hand slid down, along Yoochun’s cock, pushing it harshly against his stomach. He didn’t stroke, but pushed, over and over again. “I bet Changmin tastes good.”
“Oh, fuck, yes.”
“And if Changmin fucked you, your body would be all stretched out and I could really get my tongue deep.” He thrust his finger into Yoochun suddenly, and then curled it as he pulled it out. “Oh, god, just the thought makes me want to come. Makes me want to stroke off until I splatter both of you. I bet your ass looks good covered in come.”
“It does,” Changmin said with a smirk.
“Fuck me, Minnie,” Yoochun begged. “Oh, god, fuck me.” A second finger forced its way into his ass. And Yoochun lost the ability to think. Junsu spread his fingers, licked between them, sucked at his entrance while his hand massaged Yoochun’s cock. Changmin’s voice wove above him, but Yoochun heard nothing as everything whooshed from his brain, he slammed his head against Changmin’s thigh and he came, pumping his release over his stomach.
Junsu moaned and speared him with his tongue, causing little jolts of pleasure along his skin. “Love … love when it … tight … around … my tongue… so good.”
Changmin chuckled. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, hyung.”
Junsu laughed. He pulled away from Yoochun’s ass and helped him lower his legs. Yoochun’s whole body was shaking and the edge of his vision was blurry.
Junsu leaned over him and kissed his lower lip, lightly sucking on it. “Now, let’s get you fucked.”
Yoochun’s eyes flew open and he nodded. “God, yes.”
Changmin laughed and said, “Twist around, babe.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure he could, but he rolled his hips to the side, and with Changmin’s help and Junsu’s hands directing him, he turned over, and ended up kneeling, straddling Changmin’s lap. The come from his orgasm dripped onto Changmin’s stomach.
“Yum,” Junsu said, running his fingers through it. “Something for our darling to lick up later.” He put his finger against Yoochun’s lips and Yoochun eagerly licked it clean.
Changmin pushed up to his elbows and helped. “You are such a come whore, Yoochun.”
“Love it,” Yoochun replied, kissing Changmin around Junsu’s fingers.
He grunted when Junsu suddenly hooked his finger on his lip and pulled. “Should we get a bit for him?” Junsu asked.
They both laughed when Yoochun shivered.
“Naw,” Changmin said. “I want to hear him.”
“Good idea.”
Junsu moved behind him and then he pouted at Changmin. “Can I spank him?”
“Fuck yes,” Yoochun almost shouted.
Junsu laughed. He brought his hand down sharply on Yoochun’s ass, and Yoochun cried out, shaking his ass, begging for more. Junsu spanked him again. On the other cheek. He switched back and forth until both cheeks were bright red. Changmin kissed him through the spanking. Lightly, teasing, pulling away when Yoochun tried to deepen it.
When Junsu’s hot mouth kissed along his fiery skin, Yoochun almost came again. “Want me to fuck you, Yoochun?”
Yoochun nodded. He squeezed his eyes shut and said, “Ride you, god, please. I want … I want to ride you.”
Changmin laughed. “Wet dream of his.”
Junsu laughed too and slapped Yoochun one more time. “Trade me places, dongsaeng,” he said.
Changmin kissed Yoochun and then ducked under his arm and climbed out from under him. Junsu ran his hands over Yoochun’s back and shoulders. He tangled his hands in Yoochun’s long hair and yanked his head to the side. Yoochun whined, but when the head of Junsu’s cock prodded his mouth, he opened up, eager and relaxed his throat just before Junsu thrust forward.
“He is so talented and eager, huh?”
“I like putting him through his paces,” Changmin said. “Keep him in shape for the main event.”
Yoochun wanted to tell him to fuck off, but then Junsu rolled his hips up, slipping further into his throat and he moaned instead.
With a gasp of surprise, Junsu thrust forward again. Sliding deeper. He grunted and then pulled away quickly, taking deep breaths. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had sex, so no more of that throat or I’m going to come before you can ride me.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed the tip of his cock. “Until later then.”
Junsu chuckled and dropped down to the blanket. He shimmied under Yoochun until he was in Changmin’s old position.
Changmin spanked him. He cried out and glared at his best friend over his shoulder.
Changmin smirked. “He didn’t hit you hard enough.”
“Fuck you.”
Changmin laughed as he leaned to the side. He snagged the bottle of lube and tipped it over, pouring a large amount into his hands.
Junsu’s fingers touched his face, so Yoochun turned to him, sighing in contentment as their lips touched. He shivered and moaned when Changmin’s longs fingers pushed into his body. Junsu moaned too, breaking away from his lips and panting.
“Fuck, Changmin, remember … the … coming thing.”
“Right,” Changmin said. He pushed at Yoochun’s hips, so he lowered them, moaning when Junsu’s cock swiped over his entrance. Changmin held them both steady and then with a shift, Yoochun pushed down. His grip tightened on the belt, his head lowered between his arms and he whimpered as Junsu’s cock slid into his body. He didn’t want to wait to feel it all, so even though his vision had gone spotty again and his back was protesting the strain, he dropped down, feeling each inch push into him. So slow. He lifted up only once, and that was to get a tighter grip on his body. He really wanted to feel it. When he sat flush against Junsu’s body he paused, shifting his hips, getting used to the feel of that cock inside him.
Junsu moaned. “Move, Yoochun. Move.”
A smile flit across his face, and then Yoochun moved. Slow, up, feeling the drag, the contrasting feeling of being too empty. He pushed down quickly, crying out as Junsu’s hips rose and their bodies smacked together. Junsu bent his knees, and Yoochun lifted again, higher, until Junsu almost slipped out. They slammed together again. He pulled on the restraints, flung his head back and rode Junsu faster. He whimpered when a heated mouth covered his Adam’s apple, sucking on his skin, a tongue licking at his neck.
“So gorgeous,” Junsu said, voice breathy. “So, so gorgeous, and wild and perfect.”
Yoochun tried to smile. With every moan of his name from Junsu’s mouth, Yoochun grew more eager, moved faster.
“Shit, Yoochun, I’m … I’m …”
“Come, Su-ah, come inside me, fuck.”
Firm hands gripped his hips. Junsu thrust into him hard, panting, eyes shut tight. The veins in his neck and arms stood out and Yoochun forced his eyes to stay open and watched his face scrunch up as he came. He moaned low feeling the warm release pump inside him. Yoochun slowed with a whimper.
Junsu grabbed him by the neck and yanked himself up and Yoochun down until they were kissing again. “Amazing,” Junsu said, and then again, over and over into Yoochun’s mouth.
“All right, enough,” Changmin said. “Now for like the next two weeks he’s going to be ‘Xiah thinks I’m amazing’ blah blah blah.”
Junsu smiled and met Yoochun’s eyes. “I’m sure you can find a way to humble him again.”
Yoochun shivered. “He’ll like th-Minnie!” He shouted and Junsu moaned. Two fingers pumped into his body along with Junsu’s cock.
“What?” Changmin said innocently.
Yoochun moaned as his fingers moved slowly in and out of him.
“Fuck, Minnie,” Junsu said. He gripped Yoochun’s hips and thrust up.
“What did you tell me about a month ago, hyung?” Changmin said, the smirk prevalent in his voice even if Yoochun couldn’t open his eyes to see it. “Something about double penetration.”
“Oh, god,” Yoochun gasped. He opened his mouth, only to have it filled with Junsu’s tongue.
Changmin didn’t seem to be in any hurry to fuck him; his dongsaeng always did have more control than Yoochun did during sex. His fingers moved slowly, rolling, twisting, retreating and pushing back in. So much. Two, three, two again, then more. Or less. Yoochun was so full, so stretched.
Junsu’s cock was rock hard from only a few minutes of Changmin’s attentions. And Yoochun’s hard cock was pumping precome onto his stomach. He was ready to come again.
“Min, fuck me. Please. I’m going to come … fuck …”
Changmin removed his fingers. Three, four, maybe. Yoochun whined and pushed back, gasping into Junsu’s mouth when Junsu’s cock prodded his prostate for a moment and then slipped in deep.
“Fuck,” he said, eyes shut tight, rocking back again, trying to get that shot of pleasure through his body.
Changmin laughed. “Oh my god, you slut. Calm down.”
“Fuck me, you arrogant bitch,” Yoochun said. He turned his head to glare at Changmin and tugged on the belt roughly.
Junsu’s hands ran up and down his stomach, trying to calm him down, but they passed over his nipples, just as Changmin’s cock slid against his cleft. He cried out, thrusting back and then shuddered in need as his orgasm teased him, right at the edge.
Fingers held his hips steady, and others spread his ass. Changmin’s cock settled above Junsu’s and then Yoochun screamed as Changmin pushed in. Junsu slid out until just the head was inside, and Changmin’s longer wider cock pushed in, almost all the way. Yoochun grunted, whimpering. His head dropped between his arms again, and his eyes shut, tears of … something … dripping from his eyes. It hurt, god, so much, but then Changmin moved and Junsu moved and they fucked him. Slow, rolling. He thrust back, trying to get them to go faster. His cock slapped up against his belly.
One of them came, probably Changmin based on how tightly he was squeezing Yoochun’s ass, and then Yoochun screamed. Wave after wave of pleasure, because Changmin had shortened his thrusts, angled up and rubbed his cock over his prostate. He moaned low, body shivering as pain and pleasure tossed him around and dropped him. He spread his legs, pushed back. A deep guttural noise tore from his throat as his orgasm was torn through his body. He rocked in the tempo, thrusting forward as he shot come all over Junsu’s stomach.
Junsu was still moving, thrusting wildly into his pliant body. Yoochun would have collapsed, but Changmin wrapped his arm around his stomach and held him up, licking up sweat and purpling his shoulders with hickys until Junsu came again.
The belt loosened and his arms fell weakly. Changmin carefully lowered him to the blanket and he whimpered as they both slipped out of him.
Their labored breathing echoed through the barn.
“So can I have your autograph?” Changmin asked.
Junsu laughed, but Yoochun moaned and tried to hit his best friend. Junsu curled up around his body. He reached over Yoochun’s hip and stroked Changmin’s cock. “Sure. Got a pen, or should I write it in come?”
Changmin laughed.
Yoochun smiled against his chest, and then whimpered when Junsu pushed him, and Changmin grabbed his arms and pulled until he was laying on top of Changmin. Junsu’s heat molded to his back. He kissed the side of Yoochun’s lips and then his neck. Yoochun was exhausted and would have been more than happy to take a short nap. But then Junsu ran his tongue down his spine.
“Mm, Su.”
“Yes, Chunnie?” he asked, massaging Yoochun’s ass.
“Tired.”
“I don’t expect you to do anything,” Junsu whispered. His lips landed at the base of Yoochun’s spine. “Your ass is dripping with come and I want a treat while you take a nap.”
“Oh, god,” Yoochun gasped as Junsu’s tongue ran down his cleft.
Junsu moaned in delight, lapping at Yoochun’s stretched opening.
Changmin said, “I hope all your chores are done, Yoochun, because I think Junsu is going to fuck you again.”
Junsu chuckled against Yoochun’s skin. “And you, if you’ll let me.”
Changmin froze for a moment and then said, “Sure, like I’m going to give up the chance to say, yeah, Xiah Junsu fucked me.”
Junsu laughed. “I’ll be sure to thank you for letting me come in your ass when I give you my autograph.”
“You two are talking too much,” Yoochun said, lifting his hips to get Junsu’s mouth back at his ass.
There was silence until Yoochun blearily opened his eyes, only to see them smirking at each other. “What?”
“I think it’s time we use that bit,” Changmin said.
“Yes, I agree.”
Yoochun shivered and nodded. And when Changmin moved away to go find one, Yoochun said, “Grab a crop, too.”
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“You will be sure to call us when you arrive,” Yoochun’s mom said, straightening Junsu’s jacket.
“Yes, Mrs. Park, I will.”
“Your mother is so excited to see you. We talked for almost two hours last night. We only wish we had daughters for our sons.”
“Mom,” Yoochun said, trying not to blush.
“What?” she asked with a wistful look at Junsu. “How else are we all going to be a family if I can’t marry you off to his sister?”
Junsu was trying so hard not to laugh.
Yoochun smiled, remembering their goodbye earlier in the morning. Lsat night, hiis father had noticed the pronounced limp in his step and Yoochun had to tell him he hurt his hip falling off a horse. Junsu made it worse this morning.
His mom kissed Junsu’s cheek again, and Yoochun was sure she was trying to find something else for him to autograph. Xiah Junsu was now permanently written on her dishtowels, the tablecloth, a few t-shirts. Even a serving platter.
“Mom, come on. He has to go.”
“I’ll come back, Mrs, Park,” Junsu said. “Thank you so much for all your hospitality.”
“It was our pleasure, Junsu. Come back anytime and you need to eat more, you understand me?”
“Yes, noona,” Junsu said with a grin.
She almost fainted, fanning herself.
Yoohwan rolled his eyes at her antics and took her arm. “Come on, Mom.” He started leading her away.
But she kept her head turned while they walked, asking Junsu if he needed anything else for his trip, and was he sure he couldn’t stay until lunch?
Yoochun smiled at him when the door finally shut behind them.
Junsu grinned, too. “Too bad I can’t kiss you goodbye.”
“Too bad you can’t fuck me goodbye,” Yoochun replied.
Junsu chuckled. “Yeah. I have a vacation coming up in a couple months. Maybe you guys can come down to Busan.”
Yoochun nodded. “That’d be cool.”
Junsu nodded, too. Everything was a little awkward, and then he face-palmed. “Duh. Phone numbers.”
Yoochun laughed. They switched phones and entered each others’ numbers in.
“Well, see you,” Yoochun said, “or you can drive me down toward Changmin’s, we’ll pull off the road, I can give you a blow job and then ….”
Junsu held his hand up and laughed. “No, no, no. God, then I’ll want to go to Changmin’s and then I’ll never leave.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Junsu smiled. He shot a look at the house and then hugged Yoochun’s, kissing his cheek quickly. Yoochun savored the brief contact and then let him go.
“See you later, okay?”
“Yeah.”
Junsu climbed into his car and started it right up. He waved as he pulled away, and Yoochun waved back until he disappeared over the hill. He sighed and turned around, coming face-to-face with his brother.
“I hate you,” Yoohwan said.
“What? Why?”
“You had sex with him.”
Yoochun smirked. “Maybe.”
“Yeah, and maybe that limp is from falling off a horse.”
“So? Jealous?”
“Um, hello! Have you seen my room? Yes, I’m jealous.”
“Lower your voice, dongsaeng.”
Yoohwan pouted.
Yoochun grabbed his lower lip and pulled. “Don’t be too upset. He does have a brother.”
Part 1: Skittish
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