Move In Boyfriend 6/13
Title: Move In Boyfriend 6/13
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, Changmin/Junsu (and combinations of those four), Past!Yunho/Yoochun
Disclaimer: Santa didn't bring them to me for Christmas. I found a note instead: "Shame on you." ... I'm not sure for what, but I think it might have been because of that dream I had where Yoochun was my slave.
Warnings: VERY VERY IMPORTANT!!! This fic is extremely graphic. This fic will contain restraints, toys, blindfolds, minor torture, water sports and plenty of cursing, moaning, and penetration. It's pretty kinky.
THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO poppy_sky
Poster by ta_tow
“I do not want to go back to work,” Jae said. He was sprawled on another couch, feet up, one arm over the top. The other was resting on the edge of the couch, and he had fingers tangled in Yoochun’s hair.
Yoochun had without even questioning it, sat on the floor when Jae told him to. He wondered briefly if he was giving Jae too much control, but then the nails scratched his head and his eyes shut with a soft moan and nothing else mattered at the moment.
And then Junsu laughed at him. “God, Jae. Tamed him already, huh?”
Yoochun glared at his friend and then looked up when Jae chuckled. “No. I think he was tame before. I’ve unleashed him.”
Yoochun fought the blush and then with a smile and interest in his voice, he asked, “Leashes?”
Jae laughed. “Yeah, I have a few of those.”
“You’re pretty kinky,” Junsu said.
“What can I say? I like sex. And I like experimenting and playing.”
“And he’s a dominator,” Yoochun said.
Junsu choked on his soda. “What?”
Changmin chuckled. “Why am I not surprised?”
Jae smiled down at Yoochun and caressed his cheek. “It’s fun.”
“His dominator name is Demon,” Yoochun said.
Junsu burst out laughing. “Oh my god! Are you kidding? That’s fucking hot. I want to see that show.”
Jae’s face changed. In a second he went from smiling to … Yoochun wouldn’t call it glaring, but it was close. Blue eyes fiery, he said, “It doesn’t matter what you want, now does it?” His voice was low, menacing and it made Yoochun shiver.
“No, sir,” Junsu said with a grin.
“If I had a whip, I’d take it to you.”
They all saw Changmin shudder. Junsu smirked and crawled over Changmin, lips brushing his. “What, baby? You want to take a whip to me?”
“Maybe.”
Jae laughed and sat up. “Well, boys, I have to go back to work.”
“Another show?” Junsu asked with eagerness.
“No. I get to go put on a pair of white shorts and serve drinks for a little bit. You guys can come and grab a table downstairs if you want. Or you can stay up here.”
Yoochun turned around, rose to his knees and put his hands on Jae’s hips. “When are you off?”
Jae ran his hand down Yoochun’s arms. “Not until two.”
Yoochun frowned. “When can I get off?”
Jae laughed. “You need it again?”
Yoochun scoffed. “Have you ever seen your performance?”
Jae smiled and bent down and kissed him. “No. No video recordings are allowed. And you can get off whenever you want. You just can’t touch yourself.”
“What about them?” Yoochun asked, jerking his head at the other two. “Can they touch me?”
Jae laughed again. “Sure. Or they can get you back for any and all misdeeds you’ve ever done by fucking in front of you-”
“Or on you,” Junsu said with a laugh.
“-and not touch you at all.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut as Jae’s lips pressed against his again. “And your body needs some rest, YooYum.”
“Fuck, I’d say so,” Junsu said.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
Yoochun nodded, but when Jae tried to stand, Yoochun held him still. “Don’t you need to be hard to get better tips?”
Without giving Jae a chance to answer, Yoochun dropped to his lap and mouthed his dick under the sweats. Jae moaned and then pushed Yoochun away. “Trust me, baby, I’m going to be thinking about that video of you fucking your mouth with that plug for the rest of the night.”
Junsu inhaled sharply, but didn’t say anything.
Yoochun smiled and then moved to the side so Jae could stand up. “You boys have fun. There are a couple more specialty shows tonight and there’s lube and things in that chest by the door. Call if you want some entertainment, and don’t worry about paying. It’s all on the house.”
“Thanks, Jae,” Junsu said.
Yoochun sighed when the door shut.
Junsu left Changmin’s lap and crawled over to him.
“Su-“
“Shut up.”
Junsu grabbed Yoochun’s legs and pulled them straight and then slid Yoochun away from the couch a few inches. “We’re going to have a YooSu chat.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes, but didn’t protest as Junsu sat on his lap, legs wrapped around him, and put his arms around his neck. They hadn’t had a YooSu chat since Yunho left him, and it had been years before that. It was stupid really, but Junsu’s mom always seemed to interrupt them right before they got started. The first time it happened, they were in a similar position and Junsu had said, “We’re talking. We always talk like this. It’s our own little thing. The guys at school call it a YooSu chat because we sorta ignore everyone else.”
Yoochun never could believe that Junsu’s mother had bought that.
When Yoochun opened his mouth to talk, Junsu tsked.
Another eye roll, but Yoochun reached around his waist and held him. “Okay. What do you want?”
“You’re falling in love with him.”
Yoochun jerked back in surprise. “I am not.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not.”
“I see the way you look at him, Chunnie.”
“I just met him, Junsu. And you know me. I don’t commit that fast.”
“You also don’t let gorgeous guys tie you up and piss in your face either.”
There was a choking sound from the other side of the room, but when Yoochun tried to turn to look at Changmin, Junsu’s hand grabbed his chin. “No. YooSu talk. You look at me. As I said before, I’m glad you’re having fun, it’s what you need. But you can’t fall in love with this guy. Even I can tell that he loves this job and if you, who I may remind you is a bit possessive of boyfriends, demand that he choose between it and you, you’re going to lose him.”
“I know that, Su, god. I’m not falling in love with him. I just … I want to stop thinking about Yunho and I want to stop being afraid of being with someone. But I don’t even know Jae. We haven’t gone out, we haven’t talked. Hell, Junsu, I’ve barely touched him.”
“Just so we’re clear. And since this is a YooSu talk, I’m going to tell you that I’m falling in love with Changmin.”
Yoochun grinned. “Yeah, I know.”
“But, he has this thing, and this afternoon while torturing his cock with my hair, I got him to spill a secret.”
“Junsu!”
Junsu ignored him.
“What secret?” Yoochun asked.
“He wants to watch us. Together.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “And how long has he had this little fantasy?”
“I swear to god, Junsu-”
“Since you introduced us.”
“Junsu!”
Yoochun chuckled. “Then it’s lucky for him then that YooSu talks always end with a kiss.”
“Very lucky.”
Junsu closed the distance between them, not bothering with chaste kisses and Yoochun let him lead for a moment, their tongues dancing. It really had been too long since Yoochun had just kissed Junsu. With no heartbreaking emotions, no tears, no comfort needed. No Changmin’s tongue getting in the way. Just lust pushing him forward, pushing Junsu back to his hands, taking control of the kiss, tugging on lip ring with teeth. Eventually, Junsu ended up on his back, Yoochun looming over him, hands on either side of his head, knees at his hips.
There was a time, before college, before Yunho, when they were fuckbuddies. A booty call when neither of them had someone else. Yoochun missed that. And based on the way Junsu and Changmin looked at each other when they didn’t realize he was watching, this was going to be the last time for a long time that Yoochun was going to get to be with his best friend.
Junsu’s hands slid up Yoochun’s shirt, and he sat up for a moment to remove it. Junsu’s soon followed it.
Someone was whimpering.
Junsu smirked and turned his head around to look behind him.
And then Yoochun remembered Changmin. It’d definitely been too long since he got lost in Junsu’s kisses.
He bent down and licked a trail up Junsu’s neck. “Jae’s right, babe. I think if I put anything else inside of me, I’m going to break.”
Junsu arched into his body and said, “Well, there’s no reason why you can’t fuck my mouth. When was the last time you got a sinfully delicious blowjob from me?”
Yoochun moaned and took Junsu’s lips in another kiss. His fingers tugged on Yoochun’s pants, and the button snapped.
“Oops,” Junsu said, but lowered the zipper and slid them down enough to reach in and stroke Yoochun’s cock. “Oh, so fucking hard.”
“And I’m not going to last long either,” Yoochun said.
“Better get to sucking you then.”
“Nope.” Yoochun crawled off him, and in the middle of Junsu’s protest, he hooked his hands under Junsu’s ass and rolled him over. His next protest turned to a scream when Yoochun bit down on his shoulder. And then Junsu started squirming.
A lot of his lovers complained about Junsu faking it, faking the moans and movement, but Yoochun knew how real they were. The hardest thing to do when they started experimenting at thirteen was keeping Junsu quiet.
“I miss listening to you scream,” Yoochun said and moved his bites to Junsu’s lower back. His hands pushed against Junsu’s hips and he lifted them enough for Yoochun to undo his pants and then slide them off his body.
Changmin sucked in a breath.
Yoochun moved his bites down to Junsu’s ass. Junsu arched his back, hands flat on the floor and whimpered. “God, who the fuck are you and what have you done with my Yoochun?”
“You’ve already asked me that today,” Yoochun replied as he spread Junsu ass and licked him, balls to tailbone.
“And you’re suddenly this domineering top?”
“No. I’m just preparing you so Changmin can fuck your ass while I fuck your mouth.”
Junsu’s laughter was breathless. “Changmin might faint before then.”
“Fuck you,” Changmin muttered.
Yoochun glanced up at him. His pants were at his knees, hand stroking his cock. Yoochun licked his lips and then went back to licking Junsu’s ass. He swirled his tongue around his entrance.
“Hurry, Chunnie, please. Hurry.”
“Why?” Yoochun asked. “We have a private room in an exclusive club all night long.”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
“Besides this show is for Changmin,” Yoochun said. “We should ask what he wants.”
“Finger him,” Changmin said in his business tone.
Yoochun smiled. He made a show of covering his finger in spit, eyes never leaving Changmin’s face and then pushed it, all the way in. Junsu arched up again with a cry. After only two pumps, Yoochun forced in another finger and Junsu screamed.
Yoochun smiled. “Too much for you, Su?”
“Fuck. You,” he said as Yoochun stretched his opening. “I’m going to bite your dick when it’s in my mouth.”
“Promise?”
He made a lusty noise and then started pushing back on Yoochun’s fingers.
A blue bottle suddenly appeared in his face. “Here,” Changmin said.
Yoochun looked up at a very naked Changmin, still stroking his cock.
“I want to watch you fuck him. Get naked.”
Junsu whimpered.
Yoochun kissed Junsu’s ass, and said, “Don’t move.” He took the lube, stood up and hooked his arms around Changmin’s neck. “Make me naked,” he said and sucked on Changmin’s collar bone.
Changmin’s hands slid into the back of his pants, cupping his ass, before pushing them to the floor. Their skin touched, and Yoochun pressed into his body, rutting against his hip. Changmin’s moaned. He gripped Yoochun’s ass harder and yanked him forward. Yoochun hissed in pain.
“Sorry,” Changmin whispered, lips tugging on his earlobe and hands rubbing soft circles on his ass.
“I can’t touch myself,” Yoochun said. “Lube me up?”
Changmin’s eyes were wide again, like he couldn’t believe he was actually about to stroke Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun smiled and kissed him lightly. He pulled his upper body away. Their cocks were pressed together, leaking and red. Yoochun uncapped the lube and poured some over their cocks. Changmin reached down and held them both, hands slipping as he tried to find a rhythm. Yoochun’s head fell forward, mouth closing around Changmin’s shoulder as pleasure coiled through him.
“Stop, Min,” Yoochun breathed and moved his body away from Changmin’s. “I’m already too close.” He reached a hand down and stroked Changmin’s cock.
Changmin shivered, and then pulled away. “Fuck him.”
“Fuck me, Yoochun. Please. Oh my god, hurry. It’s been so long since I’ve had you in my ass.”
Yoochun smiled. “You should ask Jae if you can have one of his ball gags.”
“I just use a tie.”
Yoochun laughed, pecked his lips and then slid down his body. He slid lubed fingers back into Junsu and Junsu continued screaming and swearing and begging. Yoochun removed his fingers and watched as Junsu’s hole clenched. He pulled Junsu’s hips until Junsu got the hint and got on his knees. Yoochun slid his cock over Junsu’s hole.
“Do you have a nice view, Min?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin swallowed and nodded, hand stroking his cock again.
“Direct me, Su,” Yoochun said.
Junsu grabbed his cock and held him and then pushed back, forcing Yoochun’s cock half way inside him at once. He flung his head back and screamed. “Move, Chunnie, fuck me rough, please, and hard, god please.”
Yoochun did as he was asked, slamming his hips forward and yanking Junsu back against him. Junsu’s moans filled the room. God, Yoochun was in heaven. It really had been too long since he’d fucked Junsu. Hell, Junsu was the only one he’d ever topped with, only because Junsu was a bigger whore for a cock in his ass than Yoochun was. Junsu’s walls gripped him, and his eyes unfocused.
“Come inside him,” Chagmin’s voice whispered in his ear. “I want to fuck him full of your come.”
“Oh, god,” Yoochun muttered, body clenching and freezing. Unable to move, Yoochun stopped, body pressed firmly against Junsu and came, screaming as Junsu clenched more tightly around him.
Changmin only let him recover for a couple seconds, and then his hands were on Yoochun’s shoulders, pulling him away. And then he tugged on Junsu’s hips. “Stand up, Su.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Only for a minute and then I want you to sit on my cock.”
“Ooh, okay.” Junsu scrambled up, but when he turned to face Changmin on the couch, Changmin stopped him. He pressed hands to Junsu’s ass and spread him open. Yoochun’s come dripped from his hole. Changmin swallowed and then licked some of it up. Junsu shivered.
“Sit. Now.” Changmin held his cock with one hand and directed Junsu onto it with the other.
Junsu moaned and moved himself up and down to get used to Changmin’s wider cock, and then he sat, fully impaled and shifted to get comfortable. “Fuck, you feel good, Minnie.”
And then Junsu slowly rose up, drawing a long moan from Changmin.
Yoochun watched Changmin’s cock disappear, his come coating it. And then a sparkle made him flick his gaze to Junsu’s nipples. He licked his lips, and then slid along the floor to between Changmin’s knees. Junsu’s hands immediately grabbed his shoulders.
He smiled. “Hey. Chunnie,” he said, breath raspy. “We need to have sex more often.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Seriously. I don’t realize how much I miss you until we-oh my fucking god, Yoochun!”
Yoochun smirked and continued to slowly stroke Junsu’s cock. “Yeah, baby?”
Junsu’s eyes rolled back and he moved faster, bouncing on Changmin’s lap. “Faster, Chunnie.”
Yoochun licked his nipple, tongue lingering on the silver ring. And then he closed his teeth around it and pulled.
Junsu cried out.
Yoochun moved to the other nipple and used his fingers to tug on the first. He slid his hand down Junsu’s chest and over abs to play with his belly button piercing. His mouth followed.
“Suck on him, Yoochun,” Changmin said.
“Fuck yes, please, Chunnie, suck on me.”
Yoochun took hold of Junsu’s cock. He held it more or less still, even as Junsu continued to fuck himself on Changmin’s cock. He closed his mouth around the head, and then sucked hard. Junsu arched his body, head back with a scream. Yoochun tortured him. Sliding only a bit into his mouth at a time until Junsu was hitting the back of his throat. Junsu’s commentary increased, but fell into incoherency. His hands tightened into Yoochun’s hair. Sweat shone on his quivering body.
“Yes, fuck yes, god, more, fucking god, Changmin! More Changmin, please, fuck.”
“Come on his face, Su,” Changmin demaned.
With a final cry of Changmin’s name, Junsu’s cock twitched and Yoochun pulled away, catching the first spurt of come on his cheek, followed quickly by more on his eyes, lips and in his hair. Junsu fell against Changmin’s body. Changmin leaned him forward, just enough that he could grab Yoochun’s neck and yank him close and lick the come off his face.
“Fuck, that’s good” Changmin said, and then lifted Junsu up, sliding out of him. “Up against the window,” Changmin said. “Let’s pretend they can see us.”
“Oh, god,” Junsu said, pressing hands against the glass. And then moaned when Changmin pushed back in. Changmin was brutal, fucking Junsu hard. Junsu knees kept buckling. Changmin’s body shook, ass tightening, back muscles rigid. He took one of Junsu’s spikes in his mouth, sucking on it with a groan. With a hand pressed against the glass and an arm around Junsu’s chest, he gasped and moaned as his body shook with his release.
They slid down the window, ending up in a pile of limbs. Junsu only rested for a moment and then he climbed over Changmin, kissing him.
“Amazing, purely and utterly, fucking amazing, Minnie. God, I love you. This, with you, is like, the best thing ever.”
Changmin pushed Junsu away, eyes wide. “Did you just say what I think you said?”
Junsu waved a hand at him. “Oh, calm down. It’s not like I really expect you to say it back or anything, I just … well, I always have, you know and, well, you wouldn’t know, but there is a reason why I’m always hanging around your office when I should be working. Did you know that you pay me to flirt with you?”
Changmin grinned and kissed him to shut him up.
Yoochun smiled and then gingerly stood and pulled on his clothes. As soon as he convinced the two lovers to put at least some of their clothes on, Yoochun called for another drink. Changmin and Junsu made out on one of the back couches. Yoochun sat at the front, drinking, watching for Jae among the waiters and the performances.
They left just before midnight, but only at Yoochun’s insisting.
“You don’t have to be at the café at five am,” Yoochun said.
Junsu drove home, holding Changmin’s hand and giggling when Changmin leaned over the console to chew on the spikes in his hair.
Yoochun rolled his eyes from the back seat. “You weren’t kidding about the hair fetish.”
Junsu laughed. “He likes to have it brushing his cock while he sucks on me.”
Changmin moaned. “God, do I. Drive faster. No, fuck that. Yoochun, get out and walk.”
“Just a few more minutes, love,” Junsu said and put a hand on his knee.
When Junsu pulled up to his building, he turned around in the driver’s seat. “You going to be okay, Yoochun?”
“I’m not that drunk.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
Yoochun waved his hand at him. “I’ll be fine.”
“Call me if you need me.”
“I always do.”
“Alright, alright. You’re best friends. We understand that,” Changmin said, getting out of the car so Yoochun could climb out of the back seat. “Get out of here so I can go fuck him, please.”
Yoochun grinned. He pecked Junsu’s cheek and then climbed out of the car.
Changmin met his eyes and then looked away.
Yoochun laughed. “Don’t worry, Minnie. I know you’re still my boss, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Changmin grabbed his arm before he could move away. “Can I have a kiss?”
“Sure.” Yoochun leaned in like he was going to peck his cheek and then pushed Changmin against the car. Changmin grunted, but then moaned when Yoochun kissed him hard and deep.
“You take care of Junsu,” Yoochun said, mouth a breath way from Changmin’s lips. “If you hurt him, I’ll castrate you.”
“And if he hurts me?”
“You can fire me.”
Changmin smirked. “Deal.”
“I thought you wanted to go home and fuck,” Junsu shouted from the car, “not make out with my best friend.”
Yoochun gave Changmin one more kiss and then pushed away. “See you later.”
He entered the lit building, wincing a bit as his feet stumbled. Maybe he was drunk. And he was still sore and he was going to get very little sleep again. When he entered his apartment, he only turned on the hall light. But he stopped on his way to his room.
He really didn’t want to sleep there.
His eyes were fuzzy and drooping, but he was pretty sure that he managed to set the alarm on his phone for the right time. He dropped to the couch, head in his hands. Maybe he would move. His brother kept hinting about an apartment in his building that was going to be available. Still in this area. Still close enough to work.
A bit of distance from the temptation of Jaejoong.
Yoochun could already see himself in love Jae. He was nice, caring, and empathetic. And god, his body was gorgeous. But after just one day, these emotions and feelings were freaking him out. Yes, he was known to fall hard and fast, but not for someone he’d just met. He’d fallen hard and fast for Junsu when they were sixteen. And with their friend Hyukjae shortly after that. With Yunho it was after they became roommates. The close proximity had a lot to do with it, but he’d already been friends with Yunho for years.
Yoochun scoffed. Yeah, friends. It took many sleepless nights, staring at his brother’s ceiling to realize that he had always had a one way relationship with Yunho. Yunho’s career came first, Yunho’s wants and needs and desires. But Yoochun never really noticed. He was happy. He never understood why Yunho hadn’t been happy.
He thought back to their conversation today. How genuine was it? Was Yunho wondering how he was doing, feeling guilty about leaving him without a word?
But then a line Yunho said repeated through his head, “I never thought you would have a boyfriend.”
Did Yunho think that he was undesirable or just incapable of having a relationship? Shit, he’d been with Yunho for so long, that he wasn’t far off. How long was he supposed to wait until he had a boyfriend again? A real boyfriend, not just some hot piece who lived below him.
But Yoochun could see himself as Jaejoong’s boyfriend. Walking down the street with him, laughing with him, fucking him. Well, getting fucked by him. Yoochun didn’t really see Jae as the “bottoming” type.
Then again, Jae had let him rim him and push a finger into his ass. If only for a moment. And then Jae had fingered himself during his show. Maybe Jae didn’t care if he bottomed or topped? He pondered the possibility of fucking Jae like he had Junsu and shivered.
What Junsu said earlier came back to him. Jae’s show was spectacular, but now that he was alone, thinking of all those men who got to see Jae’s naked body. And Yoochun knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it. Yunho always had friends over or study partners, or he laughed over some text conversation with a friend. Yoochun remembered the ache and fear and jealousy. But he didn’t dare say anything. The one time he had, Yunho had left. But only for a night. He’d been so relieved and happy when Yunho came back.
A sudden desperate need to see Jae again crashed over him. Yoochun wanted to blame the alcohol, but he knew Junsu was right. He was falling in love.
Fuck.
Part 7: INSECURE
Part 5: NAKED
Part 4: LUST
Part 3: TASTE
Part 2: CONTROL
Part 1: EXOTIC
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, Changmin/Junsu (and combinations of those four), Past!Yunho/Yoochun
Disclaimer: Santa didn't bring them to me for Christmas. I found a note instead: "Shame on you." ... I'm not sure for what, but I think it might have been because of that dream I had where Yoochun was my slave.
Warnings: VERY VERY IMPORTANT!!! This fic is extremely graphic. This fic will contain restraints, toys, blindfolds, minor torture, water sports and plenty of cursing, moaning, and penetration. It's pretty kinky.
THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO poppy_sky
Poster by ta_tow
“I do not want to go back to work,” Jae said. He was sprawled on another couch, feet up, one arm over the top. The other was resting on the edge of the couch, and he had fingers tangled in Yoochun’s hair.
Yoochun had without even questioning it, sat on the floor when Jae told him to. He wondered briefly if he was giving Jae too much control, but then the nails scratched his head and his eyes shut with a soft moan and nothing else mattered at the moment.
And then Junsu laughed at him. “God, Jae. Tamed him already, huh?”
Yoochun glared at his friend and then looked up when Jae chuckled. “No. I think he was tame before. I’ve unleashed him.”
Yoochun fought the blush and then with a smile and interest in his voice, he asked, “Leashes?”
Jae laughed. “Yeah, I have a few of those.”
“You’re pretty kinky,” Junsu said.
“What can I say? I like sex. And I like experimenting and playing.”
“And he’s a dominator,” Yoochun said.
Junsu choked on his soda. “What?”
Changmin chuckled. “Why am I not surprised?”
Jae smiled down at Yoochun and caressed his cheek. “It’s fun.”
“His dominator name is Demon,” Yoochun said.
Junsu burst out laughing. “Oh my god! Are you kidding? That’s fucking hot. I want to see that show.”
Jae’s face changed. In a second he went from smiling to … Yoochun wouldn’t call it glaring, but it was close. Blue eyes fiery, he said, “It doesn’t matter what you want, now does it?” His voice was low, menacing and it made Yoochun shiver.
“No, sir,” Junsu said with a grin.
“If I had a whip, I’d take it to you.”
They all saw Changmin shudder. Junsu smirked and crawled over Changmin, lips brushing his. “What, baby? You want to take a whip to me?”
“Maybe.”
Jae laughed and sat up. “Well, boys, I have to go back to work.”
“Another show?” Junsu asked with eagerness.
“No. I get to go put on a pair of white shorts and serve drinks for a little bit. You guys can come and grab a table downstairs if you want. Or you can stay up here.”
Yoochun turned around, rose to his knees and put his hands on Jae’s hips. “When are you off?”
Jae ran his hand down Yoochun’s arms. “Not until two.”
Yoochun frowned. “When can I get off?”
Jae laughed. “You need it again?”
Yoochun scoffed. “Have you ever seen your performance?”
Jae smiled and bent down and kissed him. “No. No video recordings are allowed. And you can get off whenever you want. You just can’t touch yourself.”
“What about them?” Yoochun asked, jerking his head at the other two. “Can they touch me?”
Jae laughed again. “Sure. Or they can get you back for any and all misdeeds you’ve ever done by fucking in front of you-”
“Or on you,” Junsu said with a laugh.
“-and not touch you at all.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut as Jae’s lips pressed against his again. “And your body needs some rest, YooYum.”
“Fuck, I’d say so,” Junsu said.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
Yoochun nodded, but when Jae tried to stand, Yoochun held him still. “Don’t you need to be hard to get better tips?”
Without giving Jae a chance to answer, Yoochun dropped to his lap and mouthed his dick under the sweats. Jae moaned and then pushed Yoochun away. “Trust me, baby, I’m going to be thinking about that video of you fucking your mouth with that plug for the rest of the night.”
Junsu inhaled sharply, but didn’t say anything.
Yoochun smiled and then moved to the side so Jae could stand up. “You boys have fun. There are a couple more specialty shows tonight and there’s lube and things in that chest by the door. Call if you want some entertainment, and don’t worry about paying. It’s all on the house.”
“Thanks, Jae,” Junsu said.
Yoochun sighed when the door shut.
Junsu left Changmin’s lap and crawled over to him.
“Su-“
“Shut up.”
Junsu grabbed Yoochun’s legs and pulled them straight and then slid Yoochun away from the couch a few inches. “We’re going to have a YooSu chat.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes, but didn’t protest as Junsu sat on his lap, legs wrapped around him, and put his arms around his neck. They hadn’t had a YooSu chat since Yunho left him, and it had been years before that. It was stupid really, but Junsu’s mom always seemed to interrupt them right before they got started. The first time it happened, they were in a similar position and Junsu had said, “We’re talking. We always talk like this. It’s our own little thing. The guys at school call it a YooSu chat because we sorta ignore everyone else.”
Yoochun never could believe that Junsu’s mother had bought that.
When Yoochun opened his mouth to talk, Junsu tsked.
Another eye roll, but Yoochun reached around his waist and held him. “Okay. What do you want?”
“You’re falling in love with him.”
Yoochun jerked back in surprise. “I am not.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not.”
“I see the way you look at him, Chunnie.”
“I just met him, Junsu. And you know me. I don’t commit that fast.”
“You also don’t let gorgeous guys tie you up and piss in your face either.”
There was a choking sound from the other side of the room, but when Yoochun tried to turn to look at Changmin, Junsu’s hand grabbed his chin. “No. YooSu talk. You look at me. As I said before, I’m glad you’re having fun, it’s what you need. But you can’t fall in love with this guy. Even I can tell that he loves this job and if you, who I may remind you is a bit possessive of boyfriends, demand that he choose between it and you, you’re going to lose him.”
“I know that, Su, god. I’m not falling in love with him. I just … I want to stop thinking about Yunho and I want to stop being afraid of being with someone. But I don’t even know Jae. We haven’t gone out, we haven’t talked. Hell, Junsu, I’ve barely touched him.”
“Just so we’re clear. And since this is a YooSu talk, I’m going to tell you that I’m falling in love with Changmin.”
Yoochun grinned. “Yeah, I know.”
“But, he has this thing, and this afternoon while torturing his cock with my hair, I got him to spill a secret.”
“Junsu!”
Junsu ignored him.
“What secret?” Yoochun asked.
“He wants to watch us. Together.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “And how long has he had this little fantasy?”
“I swear to god, Junsu-”
“Since you introduced us.”
“Junsu!”
Yoochun chuckled. “Then it’s lucky for him then that YooSu talks always end with a kiss.”
“Very lucky.”
Junsu closed the distance between them, not bothering with chaste kisses and Yoochun let him lead for a moment, their tongues dancing. It really had been too long since Yoochun had just kissed Junsu. With no heartbreaking emotions, no tears, no comfort needed. No Changmin’s tongue getting in the way. Just lust pushing him forward, pushing Junsu back to his hands, taking control of the kiss, tugging on lip ring with teeth. Eventually, Junsu ended up on his back, Yoochun looming over him, hands on either side of his head, knees at his hips.
There was a time, before college, before Yunho, when they were fuckbuddies. A booty call when neither of them had someone else. Yoochun missed that. And based on the way Junsu and Changmin looked at each other when they didn’t realize he was watching, this was going to be the last time for a long time that Yoochun was going to get to be with his best friend.
Junsu’s hands slid up Yoochun’s shirt, and he sat up for a moment to remove it. Junsu’s soon followed it.
Someone was whimpering.
Junsu smirked and turned his head around to look behind him.
And then Yoochun remembered Changmin. It’d definitely been too long since he got lost in Junsu’s kisses.
He bent down and licked a trail up Junsu’s neck. “Jae’s right, babe. I think if I put anything else inside of me, I’m going to break.”
Junsu arched into his body and said, “Well, there’s no reason why you can’t fuck my mouth. When was the last time you got a sinfully delicious blowjob from me?”
Yoochun moaned and took Junsu’s lips in another kiss. His fingers tugged on Yoochun’s pants, and the button snapped.
“Oops,” Junsu said, but lowered the zipper and slid them down enough to reach in and stroke Yoochun’s cock. “Oh, so fucking hard.”
“And I’m not going to last long either,” Yoochun said.
“Better get to sucking you then.”
“Nope.” Yoochun crawled off him, and in the middle of Junsu’s protest, he hooked his hands under Junsu’s ass and rolled him over. His next protest turned to a scream when Yoochun bit down on his shoulder. And then Junsu started squirming.
A lot of his lovers complained about Junsu faking it, faking the moans and movement, but Yoochun knew how real they were. The hardest thing to do when they started experimenting at thirteen was keeping Junsu quiet.
“I miss listening to you scream,” Yoochun said and moved his bites to Junsu’s lower back. His hands pushed against Junsu’s hips and he lifted them enough for Yoochun to undo his pants and then slide them off his body.
Changmin sucked in a breath.
Yoochun moved his bites down to Junsu’s ass. Junsu arched his back, hands flat on the floor and whimpered. “God, who the fuck are you and what have you done with my Yoochun?”
“You’ve already asked me that today,” Yoochun replied as he spread Junsu ass and licked him, balls to tailbone.
“And you’re suddenly this domineering top?”
“No. I’m just preparing you so Changmin can fuck your ass while I fuck your mouth.”
Junsu’s laughter was breathless. “Changmin might faint before then.”
“Fuck you,” Changmin muttered.
Yoochun glanced up at him. His pants were at his knees, hand stroking his cock. Yoochun licked his lips and then went back to licking Junsu’s ass. He swirled his tongue around his entrance.
“Hurry, Chunnie, please. Hurry.”
“Why?” Yoochun asked. “We have a private room in an exclusive club all night long.”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
“Besides this show is for Changmin,” Yoochun said. “We should ask what he wants.”
“Finger him,” Changmin said in his business tone.
Yoochun smiled. He made a show of covering his finger in spit, eyes never leaving Changmin’s face and then pushed it, all the way in. Junsu arched up again with a cry. After only two pumps, Yoochun forced in another finger and Junsu screamed.
Yoochun smiled. “Too much for you, Su?”
“Fuck. You,” he said as Yoochun stretched his opening. “I’m going to bite your dick when it’s in my mouth.”
“Promise?”
He made a lusty noise and then started pushing back on Yoochun’s fingers.
A blue bottle suddenly appeared in his face. “Here,” Changmin said.
Yoochun looked up at a very naked Changmin, still stroking his cock.
“I want to watch you fuck him. Get naked.”
Junsu whimpered.
Yoochun kissed Junsu’s ass, and said, “Don’t move.” He took the lube, stood up and hooked his arms around Changmin’s neck. “Make me naked,” he said and sucked on Changmin’s collar bone.
Changmin’s hands slid into the back of his pants, cupping his ass, before pushing them to the floor. Their skin touched, and Yoochun pressed into his body, rutting against his hip. Changmin’s moaned. He gripped Yoochun’s ass harder and yanked him forward. Yoochun hissed in pain.
“Sorry,” Changmin whispered, lips tugging on his earlobe and hands rubbing soft circles on his ass.
“I can’t touch myself,” Yoochun said. “Lube me up?”
Changmin’s eyes were wide again, like he couldn’t believe he was actually about to stroke Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun smiled and kissed him lightly. He pulled his upper body away. Their cocks were pressed together, leaking and red. Yoochun uncapped the lube and poured some over their cocks. Changmin reached down and held them both, hands slipping as he tried to find a rhythm. Yoochun’s head fell forward, mouth closing around Changmin’s shoulder as pleasure coiled through him.
“Stop, Min,” Yoochun breathed and moved his body away from Changmin’s. “I’m already too close.” He reached a hand down and stroked Changmin’s cock.
Changmin shivered, and then pulled away. “Fuck him.”
“Fuck me, Yoochun. Please. Oh my god, hurry. It’s been so long since I’ve had you in my ass.”
Yoochun smiled. “You should ask Jae if you can have one of his ball gags.”
“I just use a tie.”
Yoochun laughed, pecked his lips and then slid down his body. He slid lubed fingers back into Junsu and Junsu continued screaming and swearing and begging. Yoochun removed his fingers and watched as Junsu’s hole clenched. He pulled Junsu’s hips until Junsu got the hint and got on his knees. Yoochun slid his cock over Junsu’s hole.
“Do you have a nice view, Min?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin swallowed and nodded, hand stroking his cock again.
“Direct me, Su,” Yoochun said.
Junsu grabbed his cock and held him and then pushed back, forcing Yoochun’s cock half way inside him at once. He flung his head back and screamed. “Move, Chunnie, fuck me rough, please, and hard, god please.”
Yoochun did as he was asked, slamming his hips forward and yanking Junsu back against him. Junsu’s moans filled the room. God, Yoochun was in heaven. It really had been too long since he’d fucked Junsu. Hell, Junsu was the only one he’d ever topped with, only because Junsu was a bigger whore for a cock in his ass than Yoochun was. Junsu’s walls gripped him, and his eyes unfocused.
“Come inside him,” Chagmin’s voice whispered in his ear. “I want to fuck him full of your come.”
“Oh, god,” Yoochun muttered, body clenching and freezing. Unable to move, Yoochun stopped, body pressed firmly against Junsu and came, screaming as Junsu clenched more tightly around him.
Changmin only let him recover for a couple seconds, and then his hands were on Yoochun’s shoulders, pulling him away. And then he tugged on Junsu’s hips. “Stand up, Su.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Only for a minute and then I want you to sit on my cock.”
“Ooh, okay.” Junsu scrambled up, but when he turned to face Changmin on the couch, Changmin stopped him. He pressed hands to Junsu’s ass and spread him open. Yoochun’s come dripped from his hole. Changmin swallowed and then licked some of it up. Junsu shivered.
“Sit. Now.” Changmin held his cock with one hand and directed Junsu onto it with the other.
Junsu moaned and moved himself up and down to get used to Changmin’s wider cock, and then he sat, fully impaled and shifted to get comfortable. “Fuck, you feel good, Minnie.”
And then Junsu slowly rose up, drawing a long moan from Changmin.
Yoochun watched Changmin’s cock disappear, his come coating it. And then a sparkle made him flick his gaze to Junsu’s nipples. He licked his lips, and then slid along the floor to between Changmin’s knees. Junsu’s hands immediately grabbed his shoulders.
He smiled. “Hey. Chunnie,” he said, breath raspy. “We need to have sex more often.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Seriously. I don’t realize how much I miss you until we-oh my fucking god, Yoochun!”
Yoochun smirked and continued to slowly stroke Junsu’s cock. “Yeah, baby?”
Junsu’s eyes rolled back and he moved faster, bouncing on Changmin’s lap. “Faster, Chunnie.”
Yoochun licked his nipple, tongue lingering on the silver ring. And then he closed his teeth around it and pulled.
Junsu cried out.
Yoochun moved to the other nipple and used his fingers to tug on the first. He slid his hand down Junsu’s chest and over abs to play with his belly button piercing. His mouth followed.
“Suck on him, Yoochun,” Changmin said.
“Fuck yes, please, Chunnie, suck on me.”
Yoochun took hold of Junsu’s cock. He held it more or less still, even as Junsu continued to fuck himself on Changmin’s cock. He closed his mouth around the head, and then sucked hard. Junsu arched his body, head back with a scream. Yoochun tortured him. Sliding only a bit into his mouth at a time until Junsu was hitting the back of his throat. Junsu’s commentary increased, but fell into incoherency. His hands tightened into Yoochun’s hair. Sweat shone on his quivering body.
“Yes, fuck yes, god, more, fucking god, Changmin! More Changmin, please, fuck.”
“Come on his face, Su,” Changmin demaned.
With a final cry of Changmin’s name, Junsu’s cock twitched and Yoochun pulled away, catching the first spurt of come on his cheek, followed quickly by more on his eyes, lips and in his hair. Junsu fell against Changmin’s body. Changmin leaned him forward, just enough that he could grab Yoochun’s neck and yank him close and lick the come off his face.
“Fuck, that’s good” Changmin said, and then lifted Junsu up, sliding out of him. “Up against the window,” Changmin said. “Let’s pretend they can see us.”
“Oh, god,” Junsu said, pressing hands against the glass. And then moaned when Changmin pushed back in. Changmin was brutal, fucking Junsu hard. Junsu knees kept buckling. Changmin’s body shook, ass tightening, back muscles rigid. He took one of Junsu’s spikes in his mouth, sucking on it with a groan. With a hand pressed against the glass and an arm around Junsu’s chest, he gasped and moaned as his body shook with his release.
They slid down the window, ending up in a pile of limbs. Junsu only rested for a moment and then he climbed over Changmin, kissing him.
“Amazing, purely and utterly, fucking amazing, Minnie. God, I love you. This, with you, is like, the best thing ever.”
Changmin pushed Junsu away, eyes wide. “Did you just say what I think you said?”
Junsu waved a hand at him. “Oh, calm down. It’s not like I really expect you to say it back or anything, I just … well, I always have, you know and, well, you wouldn’t know, but there is a reason why I’m always hanging around your office when I should be working. Did you know that you pay me to flirt with you?”
Changmin grinned and kissed him to shut him up.
Yoochun smiled and then gingerly stood and pulled on his clothes. As soon as he convinced the two lovers to put at least some of their clothes on, Yoochun called for another drink. Changmin and Junsu made out on one of the back couches. Yoochun sat at the front, drinking, watching for Jae among the waiters and the performances.
They left just before midnight, but only at Yoochun’s insisting.
“You don’t have to be at the café at five am,” Yoochun said.
Junsu drove home, holding Changmin’s hand and giggling when Changmin leaned over the console to chew on the spikes in his hair.
Yoochun rolled his eyes from the back seat. “You weren’t kidding about the hair fetish.”
Junsu laughed. “He likes to have it brushing his cock while he sucks on me.”
Changmin moaned. “God, do I. Drive faster. No, fuck that. Yoochun, get out and walk.”
“Just a few more minutes, love,” Junsu said and put a hand on his knee.
When Junsu pulled up to his building, he turned around in the driver’s seat. “You going to be okay, Yoochun?”
“I’m not that drunk.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
Yoochun waved his hand at him. “I’ll be fine.”
“Call me if you need me.”
“I always do.”
“Alright, alright. You’re best friends. We understand that,” Changmin said, getting out of the car so Yoochun could climb out of the back seat. “Get out of here so I can go fuck him, please.”
Yoochun grinned. He pecked Junsu’s cheek and then climbed out of the car.
Changmin met his eyes and then looked away.
Yoochun laughed. “Don’t worry, Minnie. I know you’re still my boss, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Changmin grabbed his arm before he could move away. “Can I have a kiss?”
“Sure.” Yoochun leaned in like he was going to peck his cheek and then pushed Changmin against the car. Changmin grunted, but then moaned when Yoochun kissed him hard and deep.
“You take care of Junsu,” Yoochun said, mouth a breath way from Changmin’s lips. “If you hurt him, I’ll castrate you.”
“And if he hurts me?”
“You can fire me.”
Changmin smirked. “Deal.”
“I thought you wanted to go home and fuck,” Junsu shouted from the car, “not make out with my best friend.”
Yoochun gave Changmin one more kiss and then pushed away. “See you later.”
He entered the lit building, wincing a bit as his feet stumbled. Maybe he was drunk. And he was still sore and he was going to get very little sleep again. When he entered his apartment, he only turned on the hall light. But he stopped on his way to his room.
He really didn’t want to sleep there.
His eyes were fuzzy and drooping, but he was pretty sure that he managed to set the alarm on his phone for the right time. He dropped to the couch, head in his hands. Maybe he would move. His brother kept hinting about an apartment in his building that was going to be available. Still in this area. Still close enough to work.
A bit of distance from the temptation of Jaejoong.
Yoochun could already see himself in love Jae. He was nice, caring, and empathetic. And god, his body was gorgeous. But after just one day, these emotions and feelings were freaking him out. Yes, he was known to fall hard and fast, but not for someone he’d just met. He’d fallen hard and fast for Junsu when they were sixteen. And with their friend Hyukjae shortly after that. With Yunho it was after they became roommates. The close proximity had a lot to do with it, but he’d already been friends with Yunho for years.
Yoochun scoffed. Yeah, friends. It took many sleepless nights, staring at his brother’s ceiling to realize that he had always had a one way relationship with Yunho. Yunho’s career came first, Yunho’s wants and needs and desires. But Yoochun never really noticed. He was happy. He never understood why Yunho hadn’t been happy.
He thought back to their conversation today. How genuine was it? Was Yunho wondering how he was doing, feeling guilty about leaving him without a word?
But then a line Yunho said repeated through his head, “I never thought you would have a boyfriend.”
Did Yunho think that he was undesirable or just incapable of having a relationship? Shit, he’d been with Yunho for so long, that he wasn’t far off. How long was he supposed to wait until he had a boyfriend again? A real boyfriend, not just some hot piece who lived below him.
But Yoochun could see himself as Jaejoong’s boyfriend. Walking down the street with him, laughing with him, fucking him. Well, getting fucked by him. Yoochun didn’t really see Jae as the “bottoming” type.
Then again, Jae had let him rim him and push a finger into his ass. If only for a moment. And then Jae had fingered himself during his show. Maybe Jae didn’t care if he bottomed or topped? He pondered the possibility of fucking Jae like he had Junsu and shivered.
What Junsu said earlier came back to him. Jae’s show was spectacular, but now that he was alone, thinking of all those men who got to see Jae’s naked body. And Yoochun knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it. Yunho always had friends over or study partners, or he laughed over some text conversation with a friend. Yoochun remembered the ache and fear and jealousy. But he didn’t dare say anything. The one time he had, Yunho had left. But only for a night. He’d been so relieved and happy when Yunho came back.
A sudden desperate need to see Jae again crashed over him. Yoochun wanted to blame the alcohol, but he knew Junsu was right. He was falling in love.
Fuck.
Part 7: INSECURE
Part 5: NAKED
Part 4: LUST
Part 3: TASTE
Part 2: CONTROL
Part 1: EXOTIC
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