Even the Score 12/12 + Epilogue
Title: Even the Score 12/12 + Epilogue
Pairing: Main: Yunho/Junsu (minor: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul, Yunho/Sungmin, Yunho/Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul/Junsu, Yunho/female characters)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, once again this is proven by the pairings.
Summary: Who knew that admitting I was bisexual would equate to having even more sex? Who knew it would bring someone back into my life and make me question everything I thought I knew about love?
Warning: slut!Yunho, HET, and (mentioned attempted rape and violence in later chapters)
Pairings in this part: Yunho/Junsu
Part 12: home run, hole-in-one, ace, winning goal
Pairings in this part: Yunho/Junsu
I woke up the next morning to Junsu climbing out of bed for his daily run.
“Su-ah,” I whined and held out my hands for him.
He smiled and shook his head. “Running.”
“Running is more important than your boyfriend?”
Junsu tilted his head to the side and pondered me for a moment. “No, but if you’re going to be my boyfriend, then you won’t try to stop me from doing something that’s important to me.”
“If? What the hell?”
“Yes, if. I’m going to go on my run and clear my head and you’re going to fall back to sleep and then we’ll talk about it when I get back.”
“Fine,” I said. “Give me a kiss.”
Junsu smiled and leaned over my bed and pressed a kiss to my lips. Quick, but firm. I licked my lips.
I curled up with a pillow after he left and thought about my life, and I thought about him. We eventually had gotten out of bed yesterday, worked half-assed on our papers and went to dinner. We didn’t kiss, we barely touched, and when he finally finished his paper, it was almost midnight. He probably would have left had I not begged him to stay.
My parents expected me to finish college and join their ranks in the world of prosecution. I didn’t mind that. I wanted to be a lawyer, but I was also expected to get married and have children. After the talk with my dad, I knew he didn’t care; he just wanted me to be happy. But the confrontation with my mother was inevitable. Being bisexual was a sin in her mind. I knew that, but I also knew that she’d think it meant I would still have a chance of a wife and kids. I guess it did.
But what did that mean with Junsu? If I wanted to get married and have children, that meant I’d eventually break up with Junsu, and I definitely didn’t want that. I’d rather be his friend for the rest of my life than have that ruined because we broke up romantically. But even if I wasn’t Junsu’s boyfriend, and we stayed friends, and I did find some girl I loved and wanted to marry, I doubted I’d ever be as close to a her like I was with Junsu.
But how close were we? We hadn’t talked to for months, and was that because of the unrequited feelings Junsu had for me, or just that we were too busy? And now that we were on the verge of dating, how would it go? Junsu still had to go to school in Incheon. The semester was only half over.
Could I seriously manage to not fuck around while we were apart?
I caved for Heechul once. Would I do it again?
And what about Sungmin? He’d been my friend for a lot longer than Junsu had. Was it my responsibility to help him with his problems about his sexuality? And by helping, I mean fucking? Was that what I needed to be for him?
“Oh, god, I can practically hear you thinking from here,” Heechul muttered into his pillow.
“Sorry.”
“I’d give you a blowjob to calm you down, but I don’t think that’d help right now.”
“Nope.”
“You and Junsu need to figure your shit out so I know what I can and can’t do to you from now on.”
“Yeah, I know.”
I was dozing when Junsu returned from his run. He’d been gone longer than usual. His hair was plastered to his face with sweat, and the t-shirt was stuck to his back. He’d pushed himself.
I wondered what he had been thinking about. I said nothing as he gathered the shower things he’d been using.
He leaned over the bed. “You’re not as good at feigning sleep as I am.”
“I wasn’t. Just watching.”
“Are we okay?”
“Yes.”
Junsu smiled and kissed me. “We need a private shower.”
I chuckled and he went to shower.
“As adorable as you two are, will you please go away?” Heechul said. “Sleep. I need to sleep.”
“Yeah. We’ll go out.”
“Thank you.”
I smiled and got out of bed. I ruffled the red hair poking out from the covers, and Heechul cursed at me. I kissed his head, and then put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
When Junsu came back, I put my finger to my lips and motioned to Heechul. Junsu nodded in understanding and dressed quietly. I bit back a moan as he pulled jeans over his plump boxer-clad ass. He dug a t-shirt out of Heechul’s drawer, a blue one that molded to his shoulders and sculpted waist.
I wasn’t going to be able to keep my hands off him.
I made sure I had my wallet before we left the room so I could buy Junsu breakfast for once.
Outside, I held out my hand and he took it. I led us to Jihye’s Miata.
“Let’s just walk,” Junsu said.
I pondered him and said, “Don’t you have class at ten?”
“Don’t you have class in a half hour?”
“Well, yeah, but …”
“Don’t worry about it. It won’t kill me if I skip one day.”
We walked around the university campus, meandering around the students headed for class. I felt the need to go back to sleep, since I wasn’t going to go to class.
“So,” I said and squeezed his hand. “The only reason why I don’t want to be exclusive with you is because if we break up, then … well, you’re important to me, Junsu. In my life. I value our friendship, and I would hate to lose that.”
“Yeah.”
“But … “ I paused, thinking of how I wanted to say this without him thinking all I wanted was sex.
“But,” he prompted.
I grinned at him. “I like fucking you.”
His face was blank for a second, and then he smiled. “You’re such a slut.”
“Yeah.”
“How many times did you have sex with Sungmin?”
“Once.”
“If I hadn’t interrupted it would have been twice.”
I thought about that and nodded. “Maybe. But I knew you were coming over. We just got lost in the moment.”
“He’s a shithead.”
“I know.”
“Why are you friends with him?”
“I’ve been friends with him for longer than I’ve been friends with you.”
Junsu scowled and said nothing to that.
“He needs to deal with his sexuality, and he needs to stop being a dick about it. I didn’t mind helping him with that, but I don’t love him like I love you.” My fingers trailed over his neck and up to his ear. “His friendship isn’t any more important than your friendship, but I’m not worried about hurting his feelings.”
“Are you going to hurt my feelings?”
I sighed. “No. I think I already hurt them enough.”
He moved our joined hands to around my waist and I let go and put my arm around his shoulders. We made our way in silence to the café where I first told Junsu I was bisexual. We ordered coffee and I got a muffin and we sat at the same table, but close to each other, our thighs touching.
I fed him pieces of muffin and he smiled and laughed like there wasn’t anything wrong between us.
“God, I want this,” I whispered, and ran my thumb over his lips. I tightened my hold on his face and leaned toward him. His eyes shut just as our lips met. He lifted his hands and curled his fingers around my neck. Our lips parted and rejoined, mouths open, tongues together.
Junsu hummed in enjoyment before slowly pulling away. “What do you want?”
“I want you.”
He smirked. “And?”
“Just you. All of you.”
“You really are fucking up my book.”
I smiled and then pulled him to me for a hug. “Well, now you won’t sleep with your agent, right?”
“Nope. Are you going to sleep with your roommate?”
“No. Heechul is a slut, but he’s a good friend and he’ll respect both of us.”
“What about Sungmin?”
“He’s my friend. He’ll probably always be my friend.”
Junsu bit his lip and turned his head.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked and ran my hand over his cheek.
“I … I don’t even know. Your mom is going to kill you.”
“My mom will get over it.”
Junsu snorted.
“Okay, so she won’t. But my dad is okay with it.”
“I don’t think you know how to be exclusive.”
I leaned away from him and crossed my arms.
“You cheated on Yoona with Minjae. You dated Victoria for two weeks before you left her for Ana. Then there’s Boa. Have you even had a girlfriend since high school, or just slept around?”
“Wow. I had no idea you thought so little of me.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I told you that I had a hard time dating girls because all I could think about was you. Remember that?”
Junsu looked away, wincing guiltily.
“You thought it was a line to get you into bed. God, Su-ah.”
“I’m sorry.”
I rubbed my face with my hands. “Well, it wasn’t a line. Aren’t you the one that calls me Mr. Honesty? Why would I lie about that? And no I haven’t had a girlfriend since I’ve been in college. Why have a girlfriend when my heart isn’t in it, huh? That just makes for broken hearts wherever I go. The girls I sleep with know it means nothing more than that, and if they think it does, I’m quick to tell them it doesn’t. This weekend with you has meant more to me than being able to fuck random girls at parties.”
Junsu put his head on the table and mumbled something. I reached over and ran my hands through his soft hair. He hadn’t styled it. He sighed and arched into the touch.
“I love you,” I whispered.
He turned his head and looked at me. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Have you ever loved anyone before?”
“No.”
“Then how do you know you love me?”
“Have you ever loved anyone before?”
“Just you.”
“That’s how I know I love you,” I said. “I don’t feel for anyone the way I feel about you.”
Junsu pushed up and growled in aggravation. “I hate this. I hate doubting you.”
I reached for his hand and he let me take it. “Then let me prove it to you.”
“But you’re … and I’m … maybe if we lived together, but god, you live with Heechul.”
I laughed and stroked the back of his hand with my fingers. “Yeah, and he’s gorgeous, but I don’t love Heechul. Come on, give me a chance. Okay?”
“I thought you …. When you told me you were bisexual, I thought you were going to ask me out, and then you said you had sex with Heechul and I just …”
“You had a boyfriend.”
“I know.”
“Bad timing.”
“Yeah, but it’s not bad timing now, right?”
“You’re agonizing over this.”
“Why aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “I told you how I feel. I know you feel the same way.”
Junsu squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” I asked carefully.
“For doubting you,” he replied and smiled at me. “This is really … it’s really … unbelievable.”
“Yeah.”
“While I was running this morning, I tried to convince myself that this was a bad idea. But I couldn’t. That’s why I ran for so long. I told myself that by the time I got back I would have enough reasons to not want to be exclusive with you, but I couldn’t come up with any that actually made sense.”
“Good. Let me take you to breakfast.” I stood up and held out my hand.
Junsu smiled and took it. “Okay.”
We walked to the closest restaurant, and we sat in the same booth, nestled together in the back corner. The waitress watched us with narrowed eyes and I wanted to kiss Junsu just to make her grossed out, but I didn’t want her to spit in my food.
Junsu let me pay for breakfast without too much grumbling. We walked back to my dorm but got distracted by a small park and swing set on the way. We chased each other like little kids, and then did a bit of very non-kid activities when Junsu tackled me to the grass. We kissed until we were breathless, and Junsu rocked his hips on my thigh until we were both ready to start shedding clothes.
“Do you think Heechul is awake yet?”
“Why?” I asked carefully.
“So we can tell him to leave.”
I laughed and dug my phone out of my pocket. I sent Heechul a text, and he replied that he’d make himself scarce.
“We are cleared for fucking.”
Junsu laughed. “You’re still as corny as you always were.”
“Yeah.”
We walked back to my dorm a lot faster than we left it, smiling at each other, fingers tightly woven together, expressing our need for the other.
As promised Heechul was gone, but once again there were crude stick figure drawings fucking on our wipe board.
Junsu smiled, hooked his hands behind my neck and dragged me to my bed. “Maybe we should go to a hotel.”
“Why?”
“I don’t think this dorm room bed is going to handle how hard I want you to fuck me into it.”
I shrugged. “I can get a new one.”
“They might start asking questions if you keep replacing your bed.”
Junsu sat down and shuffled back. I followed him, trying to keep our lips together. One of his hands went up to the back of my head, the other snaked around my waist, under my t-shirt. He used both to pull our bodies together. I moaned, rolled my hips against him, and then shifted until I was kneeling over him.
I pulled away from his lips, but only long enough to sit up and yank his t-shirt off. His hands pushed my shirt up, and I finished pulling it off. He sat up, abs tightening and attacked my lips in another kiss. With arms around his back, I settled him to the bed and then broke from his mouth to kiss his neck.
“Yunho.”
“What, baby?” I whispered.
“I … god, …” Whatever he was going to say was lost in a sigh.
Part of me knew this moment should have been soft, a touch of love and careful movements. The first time as an official couple should have been gentle.
But I knew we had time for gentle later.
I sucked a chunk of his neck into my mouth and bit down. He cried out, fingers gripping my back. I ground my hips down, thrusting hard and quick.
“Fuck, Yunho!”
I sucked on his neck until the spot was purple and then moved to add another mark below his ear, and another on his shoulder.
“You’re going to make me come in my pants,” Junsu gasped.
“Good.”
I ran my tongue along his collarbones and brought a hand up to tease his nipple. I pinched it roughly, and pulled another cry from Junsu. I closed my mouth around the other one and sucked hard.
“Yunho, Yunho, oh my god, Yunho, please.”
I sucked on that nipple until it was sore and purple, and then I traded places, and continued to abuse it with my fingers as I sucked on the other.
“Fuck, Yunho!”
Junsu’s fingers dug into my back, nails throwing sharp pinpoints of pain over my skin.
“Please, please, please.”
“Patience,” I whispered and kissed down his stomach. I lapped at his belly button for a little while and then memorized the curves of his abs with my mouth. And teeth. I left half-moon bite marks all over his body.
Junsu squirmed and cursed through the treatment, voice already rough from his cries.
I paused and surveyed my work, trailing my fingers over every bruise and bite. “So pretty.”
“Yunho-yah, come one,” Junsu said, lifting his ass off the bed.
I chuckled and unbuttoned his jeans finally. He lifted up again and I pulled boxers and jeans down. He curled his knees up, gripping behind them, and I tossed his clothes off the bed. His cock was already wet with precome. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked slowly.
“Oh my … god, just … wait, don’t …”
I covered a finger in spit, and without warning him, shoved it into his ass completely. He keened, body jerking, and after only a few more seconds, his cock pulsed and he came all over his stomach.
I smiled and scooped it up, dropping it into his open mouth.
“Yunho-don’t, I …” He licked my fingers, words muffled. “Naked-get … now, please.”
“Okay.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and removed the rest of my clothes. In one of my drawers, I found lube and a condom. I ripped the condom open on the way to the bed, not really willing to wait.
Junsu moaned, fingers tracing the edge of his entrance, fingertips dipping in for a moment. I kneeled between his legs, held my cock down, and he moved his fingers while I thrust forward, filling him completely.
“Oh my god, fuck,” Junsu whispered. He clutched at my hips, and held me still. His body clenched around me, trying to relax and let me in.
I grabbed his legs and pulled him down until his knees were hooked on my shoulders. I leaned over, bent him in half and thrust into him again. He cried out, hands stretching above him to grip at the sheets. I moaned and instead found his fingers, lacing them with mine and pinning them above his head.
“Fuck, Yunho. More.”
I wasn’t sure what else I could give him but I thrust into him harder, bouncing us on the bed. He turned his head and our mouths met in a wet kiss.
He whimpered and curled his hips up and suddenly I was in him deeper, stronger, eyes shutting and moaning with him.
“God, Junsu.”
“More, more, more,” he whimpered.
I shut my eyes tightly, pressed my knees to the bed and gave him as much as I could. The bed scraped over the floor and thunked against the wall. But the sounds were almost drowned out by Junsu’s cries and curses.
“Yun-ho, fu-uck, just …”
Junsu’s hips surged and his legs twisted. I wasn’t quite sure how, but he pushed me to the side. I moaned as my dick slipped out of him, and tried to catch my breath when I landed on my back. Junsu crawled over me, hands sliding on our sweaty skin. He bent his elbows and kissed me, sliding our bodies together.
I gripped his hips, slid my hands down his thighs and spread his legs. He hummed into our kiss and shifted his body back. He held up my erection, sat up and then pressed down on it. His hands gripped my chest.
A whisper of a smile spread over his face. “Man boobs,” he said.
I growled at him and yanked him back to my mouth for another kiss. He rolled his hips, slow and steady, lifting up and down. I bent my knees and met each movement, thrusting up. He moaned into our kiss, fingers digging more nail marks into my skin.
“Touch-touch me, please.”
I reached for his bouncing erection, wrapped my fingers around it and stroked. He almost fell over, crying out, head tilted back. He sped up, and I squeezed him too tightly as my body spasmed from the sensations. He leaned back, hand on my knee, and knocked my hand away from his dick. He stroked himself, gasping my name with every bounce.
I shut my eyes, arm shooting to the side to grab something. My fingers curled around the blanket just as my orgasm hit me.
“Junsu, fucking … hell, just …”
Warmth splattered over my chest and stomach, and I moaned, desperate and needy as I came in heavy spurts and shivers.
Junsu fell on top of me, and I barely managed to put an arm around him. He moaned and rolled his hips again, and my dick slipped out of him. I felt the condom coming off, but didn’t care enough to move just yet.
“Yunho?”
“Hm?”
“Love you.”
I smiled and kissed his sweaty head. “I love you.”
He hummed in contentment and tried to snuggle closer to me.
== Epilogue ==
I stayed crouched and ready and watched my team across the field. Donghae passed the ball across field to Eunhyuk, and he stopped the ball with his knee. With a little fake, he dodged around Dongwoon and sent it over to Brian.
Fuck.
I saw the opportunity, but Eunhyuk hadn’t, and Junsu intercepted the pass and lobbed it over to Sungmin.
I hated it when Junsu wasn’t on my team. My guys fell back, but there wasn’t much of a chance that they’d be of any help to me. Junsu flanked my left and I saw Dongwoon on my right with Sungmin coming in fast up front. Donghae was between us and I prayed for a fleeting moment that Junsu would get an off sides call, but Yoseob wasn’t paying attention to that and came to help defend, and I cursed, loud enough for them all to hear and Junsu smirked and Sungmin smirked and I put my eyes on the ball.
It went right, and then ricocheted toward me and I dove for it, but just a bit too early and it zoomed just past my arm and I landed in the grass face first among the cheers of the other team.
Eunhyuk came over and helped me up.
“God damn it,” I said. “I hate playing soccer with him.”
Donghae laughed. “You just like playing with his balls.”
“You okay?” Junsu shouted at me.
I flipped him off, and he laughed and made a crude gesture back. Sungmin laughed and he and Junsu hit their fists together and jogged back to the middle of the field.
“I still think it’s weird that they’re friends,” Donghae said.
“I still think it’s weird that you have a girlfriend,” Eunhyuk replied.
“Someone jealous?” I asked.
Eunhyuk made a face.
“Come on, fuckers!” Sungmin shouted. “We aren’t done beating you yet!”
Yoseob scooped up the ball and said, “It’s not a real game, right? I can go punch him, right?”
We laughed and they jogged back to midfield to start play again. It was a little weird that Junsu and Sungmin were friends. I wouldn’t say they were close friends, but they were civil, they didn’t shout at each other or fight. Junsu and I were the only two people who know that Sungmin had a boyfriend. A younger man named Kyuhyun who kept Sugnmin in line with his snark and blowjobs. Or as Sungmin called them, “Blowjobs that were divinely inspired by Satan himself.”
“Yah! Yunho, pay attention,” Donghae shouted at me.
And then Brian stole the ball from Dongwoon, and saved me from having to dive after a shot again.
At least the score was tied at two. Eunhyuk and Donghae kept things interesting, and I had three saves. I think Sungmin was reveling in the fact that we were on opposite teams.
Play started again, and I saw Junsu watching me. I puckered my lips in a kiss and then blew him one through the air.
“You’re going to pay for that goal later,” I shouted at him.
“Why later?” he asked, accepting a pass from Dongwoon.
“I don’t think these guys want to watch me fuck you.”
“Not all of them, anyway,” Sungmin said.
Junsu rolled his eyes, and we stopped shouting at each other when Eunhyuk ran to swipe the ball. Junsu really was too good. I was trying to convince him to try out for a national team. Sungmin’s grades were up, and the coach said he could play again next season. I wanted to, also, but my dad helped me get an internship at a law firm, and after this semester, I was screwed when it came to free time. Even Junsu was going to be pressed for time. He was moving to Seoul in a couple of months, and had an internship at a publishing company starting right after that. It was going to be awesome living so close to him.
Donghae and Eunhyuk twisted the ball between them for a moment, and faked a pass to Yoseob before Donghae lobbed the ball toward Changmin in the opposite goal. It was a horrible shot, and Changmin easily settled under it and caught it. He tossed it over Eunhyuk’s head to Dongwoon. Brian was there a moment later, but they toppled to the ground, and Sungmin and Junsu called foul.
“Fuck,” I muttered as Sungmin picked up the ball, tossed to the ground for the turnover.
They were half way to another goal (or at least another chance) when a shrill beeping sounded from the sidelines.
“Ah, fuck,” Sungmin groaned, and play stopped.
“Sorry,” Changmin said. “I have to go to work.”
We all met at the middle of the field.
“We need to finish this game,” Sungmin said. “Call Hyungjoon and tell him to come and play goalie for you guys.”
I rolled my eyes. “No we don’t. It’s done. We tied. Soccer games end in ties all the time.”
“You just don’t want us to make you look bad,” Junsu said and hit fists with Sungmin again.
“Outside of the bedroom,” Donghae muttered.
The others laughed at me.
“We need a winner though,” Eunhyuk whined.
Junsu smirked. “I get to go wash down an aggravated, pissed off, insecure Jung Yunho. I say I’m the winner and you all are out of luck.”
“Damn it,” I muttered as my cock twitched.
Junsu walked up to me, and I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the others.
“You two suck!” Yoseob shouted.
“Hm, sixty-nine,” Junsu called back. “Great idea.”
“We can’t do that in the shower.”
“Yes, we can,” Junsu said. “I’m flexible enough.”
I moaned and raced him back to my dorm.
Part 11: negotiating the terms
Part 10: inter-league trading
Part 9: away games
Part 8: from out of left field
Part 7: battle of equals
Part 6: right in the kisser
Part 5: unsportsmanlike conduct
Part 4: scoring
Part 3: get the ball rolling
Part 2: switch hitter
Part 1: roll with the punches
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Pairing: Main: Yunho/Junsu (minor: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul, Yunho/Sungmin, Yunho/Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul/Junsu, Yunho/female characters)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, once again this is proven by the pairings.
Summary: Who knew that admitting I was bisexual would equate to having even more sex? Who knew it would bring someone back into my life and make me question everything I thought I knew about love?
Warning: slut!Yunho, HET, and (mentioned attempted rape and violence in later chapters)
Pairings in this part: Yunho/Junsu
Part 12: home run, hole-in-one, ace, winning goal
Pairings in this part: Yunho/Junsu
I woke up the next morning to Junsu climbing out of bed for his daily run.
“Su-ah,” I whined and held out my hands for him.
He smiled and shook his head. “Running.”
“Running is more important than your boyfriend?”
Junsu tilted his head to the side and pondered me for a moment. “No, but if you’re going to be my boyfriend, then you won’t try to stop me from doing something that’s important to me.”
“If? What the hell?”
“Yes, if. I’m going to go on my run and clear my head and you’re going to fall back to sleep and then we’ll talk about it when I get back.”
“Fine,” I said. “Give me a kiss.”
Junsu smiled and leaned over my bed and pressed a kiss to my lips. Quick, but firm. I licked my lips.
I curled up with a pillow after he left and thought about my life, and I thought about him. We eventually had gotten out of bed yesterday, worked half-assed on our papers and went to dinner. We didn’t kiss, we barely touched, and when he finally finished his paper, it was almost midnight. He probably would have left had I not begged him to stay.
My parents expected me to finish college and join their ranks in the world of prosecution. I didn’t mind that. I wanted to be a lawyer, but I was also expected to get married and have children. After the talk with my dad, I knew he didn’t care; he just wanted me to be happy. But the confrontation with my mother was inevitable. Being bisexual was a sin in her mind. I knew that, but I also knew that she’d think it meant I would still have a chance of a wife and kids. I guess it did.
But what did that mean with Junsu? If I wanted to get married and have children, that meant I’d eventually break up with Junsu, and I definitely didn’t want that. I’d rather be his friend for the rest of my life than have that ruined because we broke up romantically. But even if I wasn’t Junsu’s boyfriend, and we stayed friends, and I did find some girl I loved and wanted to marry, I doubted I’d ever be as close to a her like I was with Junsu.
But how close were we? We hadn’t talked to for months, and was that because of the unrequited feelings Junsu had for me, or just that we were too busy? And now that we were on the verge of dating, how would it go? Junsu still had to go to school in Incheon. The semester was only half over.
Could I seriously manage to not fuck around while we were apart?
I caved for Heechul once. Would I do it again?
And what about Sungmin? He’d been my friend for a lot longer than Junsu had. Was it my responsibility to help him with his problems about his sexuality? And by helping, I mean fucking? Was that what I needed to be for him?
“Oh, god, I can practically hear you thinking from here,” Heechul muttered into his pillow.
“Sorry.”
“I’d give you a blowjob to calm you down, but I don’t think that’d help right now.”
“Nope.”
“You and Junsu need to figure your shit out so I know what I can and can’t do to you from now on.”
“Yeah, I know.”
I was dozing when Junsu returned from his run. He’d been gone longer than usual. His hair was plastered to his face with sweat, and the t-shirt was stuck to his back. He’d pushed himself.
I wondered what he had been thinking about. I said nothing as he gathered the shower things he’d been using.
He leaned over the bed. “You’re not as good at feigning sleep as I am.”
“I wasn’t. Just watching.”
“Are we okay?”
“Yes.”
Junsu smiled and kissed me. “We need a private shower.”
I chuckled and he went to shower.
“As adorable as you two are, will you please go away?” Heechul said. “Sleep. I need to sleep.”
“Yeah. We’ll go out.”
“Thank you.”
I smiled and got out of bed. I ruffled the red hair poking out from the covers, and Heechul cursed at me. I kissed his head, and then put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
When Junsu came back, I put my finger to my lips and motioned to Heechul. Junsu nodded in understanding and dressed quietly. I bit back a moan as he pulled jeans over his plump boxer-clad ass. He dug a t-shirt out of Heechul’s drawer, a blue one that molded to his shoulders and sculpted waist.
I wasn’t going to be able to keep my hands off him.
I made sure I had my wallet before we left the room so I could buy Junsu breakfast for once.
Outside, I held out my hand and he took it. I led us to Jihye’s Miata.
“Let’s just walk,” Junsu said.
I pondered him and said, “Don’t you have class at ten?”
“Don’t you have class in a half hour?”
“Well, yeah, but …”
“Don’t worry about it. It won’t kill me if I skip one day.”
We walked around the university campus, meandering around the students headed for class. I felt the need to go back to sleep, since I wasn’t going to go to class.
“So,” I said and squeezed his hand. “The only reason why I don’t want to be exclusive with you is because if we break up, then … well, you’re important to me, Junsu. In my life. I value our friendship, and I would hate to lose that.”
“Yeah.”
“But … “ I paused, thinking of how I wanted to say this without him thinking all I wanted was sex.
“But,” he prompted.
I grinned at him. “I like fucking you.”
His face was blank for a second, and then he smiled. “You’re such a slut.”
“Yeah.”
“How many times did you have sex with Sungmin?”
“Once.”
“If I hadn’t interrupted it would have been twice.”
I thought about that and nodded. “Maybe. But I knew you were coming over. We just got lost in the moment.”
“He’s a shithead.”
“I know.”
“Why are you friends with him?”
“I’ve been friends with him for longer than I’ve been friends with you.”
Junsu scowled and said nothing to that.
“He needs to deal with his sexuality, and he needs to stop being a dick about it. I didn’t mind helping him with that, but I don’t love him like I love you.” My fingers trailed over his neck and up to his ear. “His friendship isn’t any more important than your friendship, but I’m not worried about hurting his feelings.”
“Are you going to hurt my feelings?”
I sighed. “No. I think I already hurt them enough.”
He moved our joined hands to around my waist and I let go and put my arm around his shoulders. We made our way in silence to the café where I first told Junsu I was bisexual. We ordered coffee and I got a muffin and we sat at the same table, but close to each other, our thighs touching.
I fed him pieces of muffin and he smiled and laughed like there wasn’t anything wrong between us.
“God, I want this,” I whispered, and ran my thumb over his lips. I tightened my hold on his face and leaned toward him. His eyes shut just as our lips met. He lifted his hands and curled his fingers around my neck. Our lips parted and rejoined, mouths open, tongues together.
Junsu hummed in enjoyment before slowly pulling away. “What do you want?”
“I want you.”
He smirked. “And?”
“Just you. All of you.”
“You really are fucking up my book.”
I smiled and then pulled him to me for a hug. “Well, now you won’t sleep with your agent, right?”
“Nope. Are you going to sleep with your roommate?”
“No. Heechul is a slut, but he’s a good friend and he’ll respect both of us.”
“What about Sungmin?”
“He’s my friend. He’ll probably always be my friend.”
Junsu bit his lip and turned his head.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked and ran my hand over his cheek.
“I … I don’t even know. Your mom is going to kill you.”
“My mom will get over it.”
Junsu snorted.
“Okay, so she won’t. But my dad is okay with it.”
“I don’t think you know how to be exclusive.”
I leaned away from him and crossed my arms.
“You cheated on Yoona with Minjae. You dated Victoria for two weeks before you left her for Ana. Then there’s Boa. Have you even had a girlfriend since high school, or just slept around?”
“Wow. I had no idea you thought so little of me.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I told you that I had a hard time dating girls because all I could think about was you. Remember that?”
Junsu looked away, wincing guiltily.
“You thought it was a line to get you into bed. God, Su-ah.”
“I’m sorry.”
I rubbed my face with my hands. “Well, it wasn’t a line. Aren’t you the one that calls me Mr. Honesty? Why would I lie about that? And no I haven’t had a girlfriend since I’ve been in college. Why have a girlfriend when my heart isn’t in it, huh? That just makes for broken hearts wherever I go. The girls I sleep with know it means nothing more than that, and if they think it does, I’m quick to tell them it doesn’t. This weekend with you has meant more to me than being able to fuck random girls at parties.”
Junsu put his head on the table and mumbled something. I reached over and ran my hands through his soft hair. He hadn’t styled it. He sighed and arched into the touch.
“I love you,” I whispered.
He turned his head and looked at me. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Have you ever loved anyone before?”
“No.”
“Then how do you know you love me?”
“Have you ever loved anyone before?”
“Just you.”
“That’s how I know I love you,” I said. “I don’t feel for anyone the way I feel about you.”
Junsu pushed up and growled in aggravation. “I hate this. I hate doubting you.”
I reached for his hand and he let me take it. “Then let me prove it to you.”
“But you’re … and I’m … maybe if we lived together, but god, you live with Heechul.”
I laughed and stroked the back of his hand with my fingers. “Yeah, and he’s gorgeous, but I don’t love Heechul. Come on, give me a chance. Okay?”
“I thought you …. When you told me you were bisexual, I thought you were going to ask me out, and then you said you had sex with Heechul and I just …”
“You had a boyfriend.”
“I know.”
“Bad timing.”
“Yeah, but it’s not bad timing now, right?”
“You’re agonizing over this.”
“Why aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “I told you how I feel. I know you feel the same way.”
Junsu squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” I asked carefully.
“For doubting you,” he replied and smiled at me. “This is really … it’s really … unbelievable.”
“Yeah.”
“While I was running this morning, I tried to convince myself that this was a bad idea. But I couldn’t. That’s why I ran for so long. I told myself that by the time I got back I would have enough reasons to not want to be exclusive with you, but I couldn’t come up with any that actually made sense.”
“Good. Let me take you to breakfast.” I stood up and held out my hand.
Junsu smiled and took it. “Okay.”
We walked to the closest restaurant, and we sat in the same booth, nestled together in the back corner. The waitress watched us with narrowed eyes and I wanted to kiss Junsu just to make her grossed out, but I didn’t want her to spit in my food.
Junsu let me pay for breakfast without too much grumbling. We walked back to my dorm but got distracted by a small park and swing set on the way. We chased each other like little kids, and then did a bit of very non-kid activities when Junsu tackled me to the grass. We kissed until we were breathless, and Junsu rocked his hips on my thigh until we were both ready to start shedding clothes.
“Do you think Heechul is awake yet?”
“Why?” I asked carefully.
“So we can tell him to leave.”
I laughed and dug my phone out of my pocket. I sent Heechul a text, and he replied that he’d make himself scarce.
“We are cleared for fucking.”
Junsu laughed. “You’re still as corny as you always were.”
“Yeah.”
We walked back to my dorm a lot faster than we left it, smiling at each other, fingers tightly woven together, expressing our need for the other.
As promised Heechul was gone, but once again there were crude stick figure drawings fucking on our wipe board.
Junsu smiled, hooked his hands behind my neck and dragged me to my bed. “Maybe we should go to a hotel.”
“Why?”
“I don’t think this dorm room bed is going to handle how hard I want you to fuck me into it.”
I shrugged. “I can get a new one.”
“They might start asking questions if you keep replacing your bed.”
Junsu sat down and shuffled back. I followed him, trying to keep our lips together. One of his hands went up to the back of my head, the other snaked around my waist, under my t-shirt. He used both to pull our bodies together. I moaned, rolled my hips against him, and then shifted until I was kneeling over him.
I pulled away from his lips, but only long enough to sit up and yank his t-shirt off. His hands pushed my shirt up, and I finished pulling it off. He sat up, abs tightening and attacked my lips in another kiss. With arms around his back, I settled him to the bed and then broke from his mouth to kiss his neck.
“Yunho.”
“What, baby?” I whispered.
“I … god, …” Whatever he was going to say was lost in a sigh.
Part of me knew this moment should have been soft, a touch of love and careful movements. The first time as an official couple should have been gentle.
But I knew we had time for gentle later.
I sucked a chunk of his neck into my mouth and bit down. He cried out, fingers gripping my back. I ground my hips down, thrusting hard and quick.
“Fuck, Yunho!”
I sucked on his neck until the spot was purple and then moved to add another mark below his ear, and another on his shoulder.
“You’re going to make me come in my pants,” Junsu gasped.
“Good.”
I ran my tongue along his collarbones and brought a hand up to tease his nipple. I pinched it roughly, and pulled another cry from Junsu. I closed my mouth around the other one and sucked hard.
“Yunho, Yunho, oh my god, Yunho, please.”
I sucked on that nipple until it was sore and purple, and then I traded places, and continued to abuse it with my fingers as I sucked on the other.
“Fuck, Yunho!”
Junsu’s fingers dug into my back, nails throwing sharp pinpoints of pain over my skin.
“Please, please, please.”
“Patience,” I whispered and kissed down his stomach. I lapped at his belly button for a little while and then memorized the curves of his abs with my mouth. And teeth. I left half-moon bite marks all over his body.
Junsu squirmed and cursed through the treatment, voice already rough from his cries.
I paused and surveyed my work, trailing my fingers over every bruise and bite. “So pretty.”
“Yunho-yah, come one,” Junsu said, lifting his ass off the bed.
I chuckled and unbuttoned his jeans finally. He lifted up again and I pulled boxers and jeans down. He curled his knees up, gripping behind them, and I tossed his clothes off the bed. His cock was already wet with precome. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked slowly.
“Oh my … god, just … wait, don’t …”
I covered a finger in spit, and without warning him, shoved it into his ass completely. He keened, body jerking, and after only a few more seconds, his cock pulsed and he came all over his stomach.
I smiled and scooped it up, dropping it into his open mouth.
“Yunho-don’t, I …” He licked my fingers, words muffled. “Naked-get … now, please.”
“Okay.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and removed the rest of my clothes. In one of my drawers, I found lube and a condom. I ripped the condom open on the way to the bed, not really willing to wait.
Junsu moaned, fingers tracing the edge of his entrance, fingertips dipping in for a moment. I kneeled between his legs, held my cock down, and he moved his fingers while I thrust forward, filling him completely.
“Oh my god, fuck,” Junsu whispered. He clutched at my hips, and held me still. His body clenched around me, trying to relax and let me in.
I grabbed his legs and pulled him down until his knees were hooked on my shoulders. I leaned over, bent him in half and thrust into him again. He cried out, hands stretching above him to grip at the sheets. I moaned and instead found his fingers, lacing them with mine and pinning them above his head.
“Fuck, Yunho. More.”
I wasn’t sure what else I could give him but I thrust into him harder, bouncing us on the bed. He turned his head and our mouths met in a wet kiss.
He whimpered and curled his hips up and suddenly I was in him deeper, stronger, eyes shutting and moaning with him.
“God, Junsu.”
“More, more, more,” he whimpered.
I shut my eyes tightly, pressed my knees to the bed and gave him as much as I could. The bed scraped over the floor and thunked against the wall. But the sounds were almost drowned out by Junsu’s cries and curses.
“Yun-ho, fu-uck, just …”
Junsu’s hips surged and his legs twisted. I wasn’t quite sure how, but he pushed me to the side. I moaned as my dick slipped out of him, and tried to catch my breath when I landed on my back. Junsu crawled over me, hands sliding on our sweaty skin. He bent his elbows and kissed me, sliding our bodies together.
I gripped his hips, slid my hands down his thighs and spread his legs. He hummed into our kiss and shifted his body back. He held up my erection, sat up and then pressed down on it. His hands gripped my chest.
A whisper of a smile spread over his face. “Man boobs,” he said.
I growled at him and yanked him back to my mouth for another kiss. He rolled his hips, slow and steady, lifting up and down. I bent my knees and met each movement, thrusting up. He moaned into our kiss, fingers digging more nail marks into my skin.
“Touch-touch me, please.”
I reached for his bouncing erection, wrapped my fingers around it and stroked. He almost fell over, crying out, head tilted back. He sped up, and I squeezed him too tightly as my body spasmed from the sensations. He leaned back, hand on my knee, and knocked my hand away from his dick. He stroked himself, gasping my name with every bounce.
I shut my eyes, arm shooting to the side to grab something. My fingers curled around the blanket just as my orgasm hit me.
“Junsu, fucking … hell, just …”
Warmth splattered over my chest and stomach, and I moaned, desperate and needy as I came in heavy spurts and shivers.
Junsu fell on top of me, and I barely managed to put an arm around him. He moaned and rolled his hips again, and my dick slipped out of him. I felt the condom coming off, but didn’t care enough to move just yet.
“Yunho?”
“Hm?”
“Love you.”
I smiled and kissed his sweaty head. “I love you.”
He hummed in contentment and tried to snuggle closer to me.
== Epilogue ==
I stayed crouched and ready and watched my team across the field. Donghae passed the ball across field to Eunhyuk, and he stopped the ball with his knee. With a little fake, he dodged around Dongwoon and sent it over to Brian.
Fuck.
I saw the opportunity, but Eunhyuk hadn’t, and Junsu intercepted the pass and lobbed it over to Sungmin.
I hated it when Junsu wasn’t on my team. My guys fell back, but there wasn’t much of a chance that they’d be of any help to me. Junsu flanked my left and I saw Dongwoon on my right with Sungmin coming in fast up front. Donghae was between us and I prayed for a fleeting moment that Junsu would get an off sides call, but Yoseob wasn’t paying attention to that and came to help defend, and I cursed, loud enough for them all to hear and Junsu smirked and Sungmin smirked and I put my eyes on the ball.
It went right, and then ricocheted toward me and I dove for it, but just a bit too early and it zoomed just past my arm and I landed in the grass face first among the cheers of the other team.
Eunhyuk came over and helped me up.
“God damn it,” I said. “I hate playing soccer with him.”
Donghae laughed. “You just like playing with his balls.”
“You okay?” Junsu shouted at me.
I flipped him off, and he laughed and made a crude gesture back. Sungmin laughed and he and Junsu hit their fists together and jogged back to the middle of the field.
“I still think it’s weird that they’re friends,” Donghae said.
“I still think it’s weird that you have a girlfriend,” Eunhyuk replied.
“Someone jealous?” I asked.
Eunhyuk made a face.
“Come on, fuckers!” Sungmin shouted. “We aren’t done beating you yet!”
Yoseob scooped up the ball and said, “It’s not a real game, right? I can go punch him, right?”
We laughed and they jogged back to midfield to start play again. It was a little weird that Junsu and Sungmin were friends. I wouldn’t say they were close friends, but they were civil, they didn’t shout at each other or fight. Junsu and I were the only two people who know that Sungmin had a boyfriend. A younger man named Kyuhyun who kept Sugnmin in line with his snark and blowjobs. Or as Sungmin called them, “Blowjobs that were divinely inspired by Satan himself.”
“Yah! Yunho, pay attention,” Donghae shouted at me.
And then Brian stole the ball from Dongwoon, and saved me from having to dive after a shot again.
At least the score was tied at two. Eunhyuk and Donghae kept things interesting, and I had three saves. I think Sungmin was reveling in the fact that we were on opposite teams.
Play started again, and I saw Junsu watching me. I puckered my lips in a kiss and then blew him one through the air.
“You’re going to pay for that goal later,” I shouted at him.
“Why later?” he asked, accepting a pass from Dongwoon.
“I don’t think these guys want to watch me fuck you.”
“Not all of them, anyway,” Sungmin said.
Junsu rolled his eyes, and we stopped shouting at each other when Eunhyuk ran to swipe the ball. Junsu really was too good. I was trying to convince him to try out for a national team. Sungmin’s grades were up, and the coach said he could play again next season. I wanted to, also, but my dad helped me get an internship at a law firm, and after this semester, I was screwed when it came to free time. Even Junsu was going to be pressed for time. He was moving to Seoul in a couple of months, and had an internship at a publishing company starting right after that. It was going to be awesome living so close to him.
Donghae and Eunhyuk twisted the ball between them for a moment, and faked a pass to Yoseob before Donghae lobbed the ball toward Changmin in the opposite goal. It was a horrible shot, and Changmin easily settled under it and caught it. He tossed it over Eunhyuk’s head to Dongwoon. Brian was there a moment later, but they toppled to the ground, and Sungmin and Junsu called foul.
“Fuck,” I muttered as Sungmin picked up the ball, tossed to the ground for the turnover.
They were half way to another goal (or at least another chance) when a shrill beeping sounded from the sidelines.
“Ah, fuck,” Sungmin groaned, and play stopped.
“Sorry,” Changmin said. “I have to go to work.”
We all met at the middle of the field.
“We need to finish this game,” Sungmin said. “Call Hyungjoon and tell him to come and play goalie for you guys.”
I rolled my eyes. “No we don’t. It’s done. We tied. Soccer games end in ties all the time.”
“You just don’t want us to make you look bad,” Junsu said and hit fists with Sungmin again.
“Outside of the bedroom,” Donghae muttered.
The others laughed at me.
“We need a winner though,” Eunhyuk whined.
Junsu smirked. “I get to go wash down an aggravated, pissed off, insecure Jung Yunho. I say I’m the winner and you all are out of luck.”
“Damn it,” I muttered as my cock twitched.
Junsu walked up to me, and I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the others.
“You two suck!” Yoseob shouted.
“Hm, sixty-nine,” Junsu called back. “Great idea.”
“We can’t do that in the shower.”
“Yes, we can,” Junsu said. “I’m flexible enough.”
I moaned and raced him back to my dorm.
Part 11: negotiating the terms
Part 10: inter-league trading
Part 9: away games
Part 8: from out of left field
Part 7: battle of equals
Part 6: right in the kisser
Part 5: unsportsmanlike conduct
Part 4: scoring
Part 3: get the ball rolling
Part 2: switch hitter
Part 1: roll with the punches
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