Keep My Love 4/6
Title: Keep My Love 4/6
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong/Changmin (main), Yoochun/Heechul, Jaejoong/Changmin, Yunho/Junsu, (minor pairings: Hangeng/Heechul, Yoochun/FC, Yoochun/MC)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine in my head, and I have a hard enough time controlling them there.
Summary: Yoochun is seventeen. He doesn't care if they think he's still too young, he knows what he wants. Now he just has to convince his hyungs.
Warning: under18!Yoochun
A/N: This is a sequel to the fic Keep Me Safe, a fic where Micky (aka: Yoochun) was a child sex slave and found and saved by JaeMin. You don't necessarily have to read that one first to read this one, but the emotions might not make sense.
Fan art by jrocklover1973 I love it! ♥
Phase 4:
Warning: under18!Yoochun
“Huh?”
Changmin smiled at the confusion on his face, and then turned Yoochun in his arms. The change of position surprised him further, but Changmin’s hands ran up and down his chest and then his fingers were unbuttoning his shirt.
“It’s hot in here,” Changmin whispered in his ear, pulling another shiver from him. “Look over at Jaejoong, look at him glaring at me right now.”
Yoochun did, and then looked away, because damn, Jaejoong was pissed.
“Where’s your admirer?”
Yoochun found Taeyang across the dance floor.
“Go dance with him.”
Yoochun turned his head to look at Changmin in question.
Changmin smiled and his hands untucked the button down shirt, spreading it open, hands curling around his waist.
Yoochun shut his eyes, let his body dance and his arms reach up and wrap around Changmin’s neck.
Lips against his ear, Changmin said, “Jaejoong’s had just enough alcohol to be reckless. He’s had just enough of watching me with you that if you were to dance with someone else, it’d drive him mad. Maybe mad enough to do what you want him to do.”
“But-“
“Trust me,” Changmin said. “He isn’t letting himself want you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t.”
“Did you plan this entire night?” Yoochun asked. “It reeks of your evilness.”
Changmin laughed and then pressed kiss after kiss down his cheek. Yoochun’s eyes fluttered shut with a sigh, finger gripping Changmin’s wrists loosely. He whimpered when Changmin pulled away, just short of his mouth.
Changmin spun away from him, and Yoochun felt alone in a sea of people for only a moment. He shut his eyes and danced by himself. He wasn’t really sure if he could do this, manipulate Jaejoong like this. He wanted to, because he wanted to feel Jaejoong’s body against his. But it was more important that Jaejoong wanted the same thing.
He isn’t letting himself want you.
What did that mean?
Yoochun wasn’t sure.
“Hey, pretty thing,” a familiar, new voice whispered in his ear. A foreign body pressed against his back, and Yoochun opened his eyes, head turning just enough to see that it was Taeyang dancing with him. Hands went around his waist, and they felt off, wrong and it took all of Yoochun’s energy not to push away from him.
“Hey,” Yoochun finally said, falling easily into the flirty roll that he perfected over the last couple years.
“You sure that tall guy isn’t your boyfriend?”
Yoochun grinned. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“And the other?”
“Doesn’t it matter if he is or isn’t, since you’re dancing with me anyway?”
“Good point.”
Taeyang tried to kiss him and Yoochun turned his head away, masking it in a body roll move that had the other moaning deeply in Yoochun’s ear. Their bodies synched and Yoochun smiled and flirted with his eyes and body.
Yoochun wasn’t surprised when hands suddenly grabbed his open shirt and practically ripped him away from Taeyang. Yoochun stumbled, and would have fallen if not for Jaejoong’s firm grip.
“What the hell?” Jaejoong demanded, and took another step toward Taeyang.
Yoochun immediately put his body between them and pushed Jaejoong away.
“What the hell?” Jaejoong asked him.
“I was just dancing with him, hyung,” Yoochun said, not caring of the people they jostled. Jaejoong looked ready to hit something and he did not want them to get kicked out.
“That was not dancing.”
Yoochun smiled and stopped suddenly, arms around Jaejoong’s neck. “Then show me how it’s done.”
Jaejoong froze and glared at him and then looked away. Conflicted, guilty. Changmin was right. Jaejoong was almost drunk. His face never let any emotion show unless he wanted it to.
“Just dance, hyung,” Yoochun said. “Please. I want to dance with you.”
Jaejoong did not respond.
With a smirk, Yoochun said, “Well, then I will go dance with Taeyang if you won’t dance with me.” He let Jaejoong go, but didn’t take more than a step before Jaejoong’s hands were on his waist, holding him still.
“Like hell you will.”
Yoochun rocked his hips back and forth and put his arms around Jaejoong’s neck. “Dance with me.” He stepped into Jaejoong’s body, and Jaejoong’s hands went around his waist. The front of their bodies barely brushed, but Yoochun didn’t take that last step. They danced, Jaejoong a little stiffly.
Yoochun didn’t care. It was the most sexual situation he’d ever been in with Jaejoong, and he was going to string it out for as long as he could. He knew that Jaejoong wouldn’t have danced with him if he were completely sober. And Yoochun didn’t want Jaejoong because he was drunk.
It was all confusing, and Yoochun hated it.
“Yoochun-ah,” Jaejoong said. “That’s enough.”
Yoochun shut his eyes and shook his head. “No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it’s too much.”
Yoochun took that last step and moved one of his hands around Jaejoong’s waist, holding him tightly. He kept his hips moving, and Jaejoong sighed in his ear. But he didn’t leave, and let Yoochun dance. After a few minutes, Jaejoong danced with him, still a little stiffly, but his arms tightened around Yoochun’s waist and their cheeks pressed together, harsh breath in his ear.
Yoochun shut his eyes and enjoyed it, even if this is all that he got from his hyung.
They danced until Yoochun’s muscles ached. He needed a break, to sit down, but he had a feeling that if he let Jaejoong go now, he’d never get to hold him again.
He jumped when another set of hands landed on his hips and tilted his head back to see Changmin’s smirking face. He molded himself to Yoochun’s back and Yoochun leaned into him, pulling Jaejoong with him. He shut his eyes, sheltered between his hyungs. He heard them kiss, knowing that all he had to do was tilt his head a little and he could join them.
They danced until the world was spinning, the lights twisting, the beat thrumming through them. They danced until Yoochun was doing little more than standing, letting his hyungs twist him, mold him, warp him. He had one arm around Jaejoong’s waist, another lifted up around Changmin’s neck. Jaejoong’s hand had slid under the button down shirt, and his other was also around Changmin’s neck, fingers playing with Yoochun’s arm.
“Let’s go home,” Changmin whispered.
Yoochun shook his head. “No, don’t, please just …”
Changmin kissed his cheek. “Sorry, dongsaeng. It’s getting to be almost really early in the morning.”
Jaejoong was suddenly gone, and Yoochun turned around and hugged Changmin close to him. His heart felt like it was breaking again, and he didn’t fight them when they herded him out of the club. The air was cool, and Changmin called a taxi to take them home. He sat in the middle, though more pressed against Changmin than Jaejoong.
Jaejoong’s hand rested on his knee, fingers tapping out the beat to the soft music playing in the cab.
Yoochun watched them, and then lifted a hand and slid his fingers over Jaejoong’s wrist. Jaejoong looked at him, but Yoochun didn’t meet his eyes.
Jaejoong’s hand turned, palm up and Yoochun’s finger slipped over the softer skin. Their fingers twisted and intertwined.
Yoochun smiled, shut his eyes and leaned against Changmin’s shoulder.
Jaejoong squeezed his hand.
Despite the night, despite the dancing, Yoochun knew that the possibility of being with his hyungs was slim. Jaejoong was partially drunk, and Changmin was a conniving bastard. But he didn’t think Changmin would continue to flirt with him and kiss him and touch him like he had when they were dancing if Jaejoong told him to stop.
Yoochun should have been happy with what he had. Two hyungs who loved him, took care of him and supported him. Why did he want more?
The day Jaejoong found him was ingrained in Yoochun’s memory. He couldn’t remember a lot of things from before he was ten years old, but that day, it was like it was yesterday. His therapist said that such a drastic change in his life wasn’t easily forgotten. And Yoochun would never forget it. He’d never forget the fear of seeing Jaejoong and Changmin for the first time, thinking they were his masters. He’d never forget the looks of thinly veiled disgust on their faces when he wanted to please them. Or the hurt in knowing he wasn’t good enough for them, and they didn’t want him. He remembered offering them blow jobs, that’s all he knew to use in order to thank them, and they both refused.
Yoochun felt bad now. The last three weeks had been a real eye opener to him. He felt bad about pretty much everything. He never really grew out of sex. Once he was friends with Heechul, the two of them did everything that Yoochun had been taught how to do. It was his fault that his hyungs thought he was some pious little boy. He never felt comfortable telling them, mainly because they tried so hard to give him a normal childhood.
But Yoochun also knew that he never wanted his hyungs to know because he loved them so much, and he didn’t want them to be disappointed in him again.
When they climbed out of the car, Yoochun stumbled, and Changmin supported him and then turned around. Yoochun rolled his eyes, but wasn’t about to give up this chance. He wrapped his arms around Changmin’s neck and Changmin hooked his arms around his knees and hoisted him up.
“I thought you said you weren’t drunk,” Jaejoong said, concern in his voice.
Yoochun turned his head, cheek against the back Changmin’s head and smiled. “I’m not. He offered.”
Changmin chuckled. “I don’t mind.”
Jaejoong went in front of them, putting in the code to the door and then calling the elevator to take them up the few stories. He unlocked the door and then detoured to the kitchen. Changmin took Yoochun to their bedroom, not his, and he tried to formulate his thoughts as Changmin set him down on the bed.
Changmin saw the look on his face and smiled. “Go on. Ask.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Tonight, this …”
“I told Jaejoong you deserved a night out. And not some stupid dinner thing with us, but a night with the boys. He wasn’t too thrilled about the idea. He’s trying to keep you from growing up. But Yunho and Junsu loved the idea.”
“And you?”
“It was my idea.”
“So you covertly planned all of this for what purpose?”
Changmin ran his hand down Yoochun’s cheek and then did something that Yoochun never would have expected. He kissed him, soft press of lips to his, and then he pulled away. “I’m sure you know the answer to that question. If you fall asleep in the next ten minutes, you know Jaejoong won’t move you.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide, because Changmin was right.
Changmin smiled and got up, leaving the room without looking back.
But lying there with the chance of sleeping with his hyungs, meant he wasn’t even close to being tired. Nerves shot though his skin and he wasn’t able to do anything except gasp.
And tempt them to let him stay anyway.
Quickly, he peeled of the borrowed clothes, and lay on the bed in nothing. That was too much, he knew that. Thrown over a chair was a pair of Jaejoong’s sweats, and Yoochun grabbed those and pulled them on. He pulled the covers over himself, leaving his arms out and then tried to relax.
Jaejoong came in the room first, and their eyes met, but neither said anything. He’d already taken the sweat off, leaving his upper body in that tight teal tank top. His muscles stood out in the dim light. Jaejoong pulled his shirt off, and then slipped out of his pants, revealing tighter than necessary boxers. He went to his dresser and opened the top drawer. The boxers were peeled off pale skin.
Yoochun licked his lips, cock growing hard. Jaejoong didn’t try to hide himself from Yoochun, but didn’t flaunt anything either. Yoochun had a feeling that Changmin would have flaunted.
Another pair of sweats, similar to the ones Yoochun wore, covered that beautiful skin.
Jaejoong turned around and came to the bed.
Yoochun wasn’t expecting him to cuddle and he tensed when Jaejoong’s arms went around him.
Jaejoong made a noise of impatience and Yoochun was quick to turn around and press his face to his hyung’s strong chest.
“I don’t want to break your heart,” Jaejoong whispered. “I don’t want you to get your hopes up.”
Yoochun took a very deep breath.
“Changmin is a conniving dongsaeng, isn’t he?”
“Yeah,” Yoochun whispered. “But I had fun, even if it all felt like a dream.” Yoochun tightened his hold around Jaejoong’s waist. “Hyung?”
“Huh?”
“You love me, right?”
“Yes, of course.”
“But it’s different.”
Jaejoong sighed. “Even if it wasn’t different, this …”
“I know,” Yoochun said. “It’s dangerous and it could ruin everything.”
“But … ” Jaejoong prompted.
Yoochun shook his head. “But nothing. It’s stupid and a crush and it’ll go away.”
Jaejoong forced Yoochun’s head up so their eyes met. He stared at Yoochun for a long time and then said, “You lie.”
“So what?”
Jaejoong frowned.
“It doesn’t matter if my heart is tearing apart right now. I’ve gotten used to it. It doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter.”
Yoochun pulled his head away from Jaejoong’s hand and put it back against his chest. He listened to Jaejoong’s steady heartbeat. “Hyung?”
“What?”
“Why did you tell that guy that you were my boyfriend? Why did you stop me from dancing with him?”
“Because he’s too old for you.”
Yoochun smirked. “Now who’s lying? I saw your face, hyung. That isn’t why.”
Jaejoong was quiet and then he said, “Fine, because I didn’t like it. I didn’t … I didn’t like how he was touching you and that you were just letting him touch you.”
“But when you were watching me dance with Changmin, you didn’t throw a tissy fit, and Changmin was touching me a lot more than he was. And Changmin is your actual boyfriend.”
Jaejoong sighed. “We can’t, dongsaeng. We can’t.”
This time it was Yoochun’s turn to force Jaejoong to look at him. “Why not?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “We can’t. It doesn’t matter why.”
Yoochun stuck his tongue out and flopped back on the bed, unsurprised when Jaejoong rolled over and put his arm around his stomach, face on the same pillow, breath ghosting over his cheek.
“It has less to do with your past than you think.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
“It does. You’re still only seventeen, and we’re your guardians.”
“I know, hyung, I know. Just … stop talking please.”
Jaejoong is silent for only a few moments. “When you were ten, our very first day with you, I pictured what you would look like on your knees, tiny mouth around a dick, and it … just that thought, that image, the fact that I even had it has disgusted me for the last seven years. And now you’re throwing yourself at us. And I’m supposed to suddenly be okay with the thought of a dick in your mouth?”
Yoochun rolled over, their faces were so close. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”
“I know, but you aren’t grown up either.”
Yoochun pouted. “Are you mad at Changmin?”
“A little.”
“Why?”
“He wants you. And he’s trying to make me want you.”
“You don’t want me?”
Jaejoong opened his mouth and shut it. “It’s not a matter of wanting you. It’s a matter of if I should have you.”
“That wasn’t a no,” Yoochun said with a smile.
“It wasn’t a yes either.”
“I’m going with maybe.”
“Yoochun.”
“Jaejoong.”
“Dongsaeng.”
“Hyung.”
Jaejoong smiled. “And you say you’re grown up.”
“And you say you don’t act like a kid sometimes?”
Jaejoong ran his fingers over Yoochun’s cheek. “I’m sorry, dongsaeng. I just can’t, even if I loved dancing with you, and even if Changmin wants to.”
“It’s okay, I understand.” Yoochun curled up with him again, finding the comfortable spot against his chest. His body ached from the dancing, and part of him wanted to get up and shower, but he knew if he left this bedroom, he wouldn’t be back.
Yoochun was half dozing when Changmin climbed in on the other side and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“We can’t do this, Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong whispered.
“But you want to.”
Jaejoong sighed.
“Don’t lie to me. You want to.”
“He’s still so young.”
“He’s more grown up than any kid his age. He’s been through a lot, and he knows the difference between lust and love.”
“Why are you so insistent about this?” Jaejoong demanded.
Changmin hushed him, and then said, “It makes him happy. It makes him completely and utterly happy.”
“And when it all falls apart?”
“It won’t.”
“It could.”
“It could,” Yoochun said, sleepily.
His hyungs froze and then Changmin chuckled and lips pressed against his cheek. “Why are you suddenly arguing against it?”
“Not. Just saying it could. Jaejoong-hyung is right.”
“And what about the rest of it? You’re too young, we’re too old-”
Yoochun snorted, and then yawned. “Like age has ever mattered when it comes to me and sex. And besides, one of my teachers likes to bend me over his desk and fuck me. You aren’t nearly as old as he is.”
They were quiet, and then Jaejoong growled, “Which teacher?”
Yoochun smiled at him and shook his head. “Not telling.”
Jaejoong’s arms wrapped more tightly around him.
“Are you getting all possessive because you’re worried about me, or because it’s someone else and not you?” Yoochun asked.
“Shut up,” Jaejoong muttered and tried to hide his face.
Yoochun laughed and hooked his arms around Jaejoong’s neck. He pulled slightly and almost laughed at the dazed, conflicted look on his hyung’s face. Without letting him think, Yoochun shut his eyes and darted forward. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s lips and held it for a few seconds. Nothing more than a lingering peck. He pulled away, snuggled against Jaejoong’s body and yawned.
“Stop talking,” Yoochun demanded. “Sleep now.”
Jaejoong sighed and Changmin relaxed, and once again Yoochun found himself cocooned between them. He hadn’t slept with his hyungs like this since he was eleven, and he wasn’t going to get up or let them get up until he absolutely had to.
When he woke up, he was half under Jaejoong and Changmin was awake, looking down at them and smiling.
Yoochun yawned and whispered a good morning.
Changmin ran his hands through Yoochun’s hair.
Yoochun tried to blink awake. He moaned, shifted and then made a face.
“What?” Changmin asked.
“I have to piss.”
Changmin chuckled. “I’m not surprised.” With careful movements, he manipulated a sleeping Jaejoong onto his back, freeing Yoochun from his weight. “Go ahead.”
Yoochun smiled and thanked him. He dragged himself to the edge of the bed and sat up, swaying slightly. His head was thumping, not in pain. He had half of a hangover, like it couldn’t be bothered to cause Yoochun pain this early on a Sunday morning.
“You okay?”
Yoochun nodded. “Do we have some Tylenol?”
“Yeah. There should be some in our bathroom.”
“Thanks, hyung,” Yoochun said and yawned.
He stood up, shut his eyes and then staggered to their bathroom. He pissed first, holding his hard on down and then dug in drawers until he found the bottle of medicine. He swallowed four of them, the water churning his stomach a little. He fought back nausea. It really had been a long time since he last drank. He brushed the nasty hangover taste out of his mouth.
His stubborn erection had finally gone down, that is until he went back into the room, stopped in his tracks, choking in surprise. Both of his hyungs were naked. Changmin was straddling Jaejoong’s waist, kissing him deeply. Jaejoong’s arms were above his head, attached to the headboard with thin, red ropes.
“What the hell?” Yoochun said.
Changmin smirked over at him.
“Minnie,” Jaejoong whined. “You said he was in his room.”
“Did I?’ Changmin mused and kissed down Jaejoong’s neck.
“Changmin.”
Yoochun leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom. “Kinky bastards.”
“Changmin,” Jaejoong whispered. “Stop it.”
“Why?”
“You said you’d stop if he woke up, and he’s awake.”
Changmin smirked. “I don’t remember saying that.” His mouth closed around one of Jaejoong’s budded nipples, pulling a moan from his throat.
Yoochun smiled and moved across the room. “You were going to fuck with me in the same room, hyung? Really?”
Jaejoong whimpered an apology.
Changmin’s hands ran up and down Jaejoong’s body, over his thighs and cobbled abs. Jaejoong’s cock was hard, the soft head resting in a thick pile of precome. “It wasn’t exactly his idea. It’s really easy to tie Jaejoong up when he’s sleeping.”
Yoochun laughed and kneeled on the bed. He held his breath, thinking he was still dreaming.
“But after he woke up, the deal was that I would fuck him, but if you woke up then I wouldn’t fuck him. I said nothing about stopping.”
“Changmin,” Jaejoong said, trying for fierce but it came out as a whimper.
Yoochun chuckled. “You really are evil.”
“I can be.” Changmin slid down the bed, hands on Jaejoong’s body. He ran his tongue up the length of Jaejoong’s erection. Yoochun inhaled sharply and then tried to moderate his breathing. God, this was hot. He usually sat outside their room and listened to them fuck on Sunday mornings when they thought he was still asleep.
Changmin pulled Jaejoong’s thighs apart and then pushed them up.
Jaejoong moaned, muscles tensing.
Changmin sucked on his balls for a moment and then used his hands to spread his ass so he could lick at Jaejoong’s entrance.
Yoochun moaned.
Changmin smiled at him and said, “There’s lube in that drawer.”
Yoochun smirked. “I know. There’s lube all over this room. You two are sex addicts.” He leaned to his side and opened the bedside drawer. There were four bottles of lube in there, all about half full.
Changmin held out his hand and Yoochun dumped lube onto his fingers. “Thanks.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and put the lid back on the lube. “No problem.”
With a chuckle, Changmin pressed his slick fingers under Jaejoong’s balls. Yoochun didn’t have a view of his body, but he didn’t need one, knowing when Changmin penetrated him by the hiss and the whimper. His body clenched, hips rolling and spreading more. Changmin hummed and moved his hand slowly.
Jaejoong’s mouth opened in a deep moan.
“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Changmin said.
“I’ve always thought so,” Yoochun replied. His cock was hard and he had to shift his hips to give it a bit more room.
Changmin smiled at him and then dropped his head down and sucked Jaejoong’s dick into his mouth. Yoochun gasped at the cry that was ripped from Jaejoong’s throat. Good fuck. It was so different hearing that like this instead of through a closed door.
Changmin’s hand moved faster, three fingers it looked like, and Jaejoong babbled pleas to the ceiling, body undulating with Changmin’s ministrations.
Unable to help himself, Yoochun reached over the small space between their bodies and played with Jaejoong’s nipple.
Jaejoong glared at him. “Don’t.”
Again his authority was destroyed by a tiny whimper.
Yoochun met his eyes and said, “Make me stop.” He pinched Jaejoong’s nipple and rolled it roughly between his fingers.
Jaejoong’s eyes shut with a moan. “Chunnie-ah, please, don’t.”
“Don’t play with your nipples with my fingers?” he said.
Jaejoong shook his head.
Yoochun smirked. “Okay. I won’t.” He moved his hand and then leaned down and licked at the nipple. Jaejoong cried out and Changmin laughed around his dick.
“Oh, god, Yoochun. Stop.”
Yoochun sucked the nipple into his mouth roughly, making Jaejoong cry out. Without releasing the treat he shifted to his hands and knees, giving him better access. He licked and played with his nipple until it was red and throbbing and then he moved to the other one. Leaning over his chest, his erection pressed against Jaejoong’s side, and he moaned, thrusting lightly.
Jaejoong kept whimpering, but he wasn’t telling Yoochun to stop.
Yoochun turned his head and met Changmin’s eyes, watching as Changmin took Jaejoong’s cock deep in his throat. He wanted to suck on Jaejoong so much, but not really like this. He wanted Jaejoong to really want it and ask for it.
“Changmin-ah, Changmin fuck me, fuck me.”
Changmin ignored him and Yoochun turned his attention back to Jaejoong’s skin. He kissed and sucked up to this collarbones and his neck, leaving little red marks in his wake.
Jaejoong shuddered, and with a shout and a full body jerk, he was jerking. “C-coming, Min, oh god, so.”
Changmin let his dick fall from his mouth and he used his hand to pump Jaejoong through his release. Come splattered up his stomach and before he could think about it, Yoochun moved down and licked it up.
“Oh fucking hell, Yoochun,” Changmin said.
Yoochun licked his lips but didn’t stop until all the come on his skin was gone. He eyed the pearl of murky white gathering at the tip and Changmin squeezed Jaejoong’s cock. Jaejoong moaned and a thick stream of come dripped to his stomach. Yoochun met it at his skin and then opened his mouth and followed it up to the source. He tongued the slit of his cock and then sucked the head, just enough to tempt the last bit of come from his hyung’s orgasm, and then he pulled away.
“Fuck,” Changmin moaned. “That was hot.”
“Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong whined.
Changmin’s eyes were trained on Yoochun’s lips and Yoochun ran his tongue on his lower lip, searching for an errant taste of his hyung. Changmin moaned and then leaned over Jaejoong and pressed their lips together. Yoochun smiled and didn’t stop Changmin from advancing, arm around his back and lowering him to the bed. Yoochun wrapped his arms around Changmin’s back and kissed him with just as much need as Changmin showed.
Jaejoong whined and said their names, and when that didn’t work to break them apart, he used his feet and his knees and started kicking.
Changmin sighed and reluctantly pulled away from Yoochun’s mouth. “What?”
“Untie me.”
“You’re going to hurt me, so no.”
“I can hurt you tied up,” Jaejoong said and kicked Changmin again.
Changmin laughed and rolled away from him and off the bed. He held out his hand for Yoochun. “You can’t hurt us if we’re not close enough.”
Yoochun smiled and then looked down at Changmin’s erection tenting his sweatpants. He licked his lips and Changmin cut off a moan.
Yoochun shot his gaze up and met Changmin’s eyes, lust obviously dripping from them. Biting his lower lip, Yoochun crawled over to the edge of the bed.
Changmin’s eyes shut with a moan, hands in fists at his side. Control.
Yoochun knew how to shatter someone’s control.
“Yoochun,” Jaejoong warned.
Yoochun winced but ignored him. He rubbed his face on Changmin’s crotch. He had a vivid memory of doing the same thing when he was ten, but instead of jerking away, Changmin moaned and fingers tangled in Yoochun’s hair.
“Changmin,” Jaejoong snapped.
“You should have gagged him,” Yoochun said, looking up at Changmin.
Changmin smiled. “You first.”
Yoochun shivered and then opened his mouth around the bulge in Changmin’s pants.
Changmin moaned. With one hand, he pushed his sweatpants down and his cock sprang free and smacked Yoochun in the cheek. Yoochun opened his mouth and took the crown into his mouth. He sucked lightly, and Changmin moaned his name.
“This is not appropriate,” Jaejoong said.
“Don’t really care right now,” Changmin said.
Yoochun still felt like he was dreaming. It was Friday night, and yesterday never happened. None of this was actually happening. How was this happening?
Changmin’s hands shifted on his head, twisting his hair around his fingers and then he thrust forward, catching Yoochun by surprise. He gagged once and then relaxed his throat and took Changmin deep, the head hitting the back of his throat and then going beyond it, again and again, until his nose was buried in the curls around the base of Changmin’s dick.
“Shit,” Changmin gasped and sped up his thrusts.
Yoochun lifted one hand off the edge of the bed and pushed it into his sweats. He jerked himself off roughly, moaning with every mouth full of precome.
Changmin shuddered, hips twisting erratically. His knee buckled and Yoochun lost the grip on him with his mouth. Changmin grabbed himself, stroked a few times and Yoochun half-smiled, opened his mouth and caught the first splash of come on his tongue. He moaned, mouth closing and opening, as Changmin covered his face in come.
Yoochun looked up at him and then back at his cock. Changmin moaned and squeezed himself. Yoochun leaned forward and did the same thing as he did to Jaejoong, tongue in the slit and sucking lightly to milk the last few pulses of come from Changmin’s dick.
And then he sat up, cross-legged on the edge of the bed and used his fingers to scrape the come off his face and into his mouth.
With a moan, Changmin sat hard next to him and laid back, head on Jaejoong’s leg. He covered his face with his arm, chest heaving with deep breaths.
Yoochun looked at him, and then at Jaejoong. Jaejoong was glaring at them, but his cock was still hard.
“Well, that was fun,” Yoochun said, voice shaking. He suddenly wanted to be far away from them. Away from them, when their senses cleared, and they told him it was a mistake. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
Changmin moaned again.
Yoochun’s legs weren’t quite steady, and his knee almost buckled with his first step. He walked around their bed and went into their bathroom. He was shaking as he started the shower. He shucked off the sweats and climbed into the warm water. Shutting his eyes, he ducked under the spray, trying to calm himself down. Thinking of them and what he just did made calm an impossible state.
Yoochun slid his hand down his chest and tugged on his erection, moaning. He poured a bit of Jaejoong’s overly expensive conditioner in his hand and started stroking himself. Nothing to tease, just to get off. And after that blowjob and with the combined tastes of his hyungs still in his mouth, it was pretty easy to orgasm. He leaned against the cool tile wall, shuddering, trying to stay up as he splattered come all over the bottom of the tub. He gave himself only a few breaths of recovery and then washed his hand off and rinsed his come down the drain. Showering took him longer than normal, arms and legs still feeling the effects of dancing all night and recovering from an orgasm.
He was only mildly upset that neither of his hyungs came to join him. He shut off the water and used a towel to dry off. With no clean clothes he pondered his options: go out naked, in a towel, or in Jaejoong’s soft, luxurious terrycloth robe. Easy answer.
He slipped the robe on and let it fall off his shoulder. He belted it loosely and then checked himself in the mirror to make sure a significant amount of skin was showing. He left the bathroom. His hyungs were not in the bedroom, and he thought of going to find them. But he didn’t want to stumble on a conversation he didn’t want to hear. He wanted to hold on to this dream for a moment, keep it real for a little while longer. He climbed back in the bed and curled up with Jaejoong’s pillow.
Phase 5: Challenged
Phase 3: Determined
Phase 2: Discovered
Phase 1: Recognized
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong/Changmin (main), Yoochun/Heechul, Jaejoong/Changmin, Yunho/Junsu, (minor pairings: Hangeng/Heechul, Yoochun/FC, Yoochun/MC)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine in my head, and I have a hard enough time controlling them there.
Summary: Yoochun is seventeen. He doesn't care if they think he's still too young, he knows what he wants. Now he just has to convince his hyungs.
Warning: under18!Yoochun
A/N: This is a sequel to the fic Keep Me Safe, a fic where Micky (aka: Yoochun) was a child sex slave and found and saved by JaeMin. You don't necessarily have to read that one first to read this one, but the emotions might not make sense.
Fan art by jrocklover1973 I love it! ♥
Phase 4:
Warning: under18!Yoochun
“Huh?”
Changmin smiled at the confusion on his face, and then turned Yoochun in his arms. The change of position surprised him further, but Changmin’s hands ran up and down his chest and then his fingers were unbuttoning his shirt.
“It’s hot in here,” Changmin whispered in his ear, pulling another shiver from him. “Look over at Jaejoong, look at him glaring at me right now.”
Yoochun did, and then looked away, because damn, Jaejoong was pissed.
“Where’s your admirer?”
Yoochun found Taeyang across the dance floor.
“Go dance with him.”
Yoochun turned his head to look at Changmin in question.
Changmin smiled and his hands untucked the button down shirt, spreading it open, hands curling around his waist.
Yoochun shut his eyes, let his body dance and his arms reach up and wrap around Changmin’s neck.
Lips against his ear, Changmin said, “Jaejoong’s had just enough alcohol to be reckless. He’s had just enough of watching me with you that if you were to dance with someone else, it’d drive him mad. Maybe mad enough to do what you want him to do.”
“But-“
“Trust me,” Changmin said. “He isn’t letting himself want you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t.”
“Did you plan this entire night?” Yoochun asked. “It reeks of your evilness.”
Changmin laughed and then pressed kiss after kiss down his cheek. Yoochun’s eyes fluttered shut with a sigh, finger gripping Changmin’s wrists loosely. He whimpered when Changmin pulled away, just short of his mouth.
Changmin spun away from him, and Yoochun felt alone in a sea of people for only a moment. He shut his eyes and danced by himself. He wasn’t really sure if he could do this, manipulate Jaejoong like this. He wanted to, because he wanted to feel Jaejoong’s body against his. But it was more important that Jaejoong wanted the same thing.
He isn’t letting himself want you.
What did that mean?
Yoochun wasn’t sure.
“Hey, pretty thing,” a familiar, new voice whispered in his ear. A foreign body pressed against his back, and Yoochun opened his eyes, head turning just enough to see that it was Taeyang dancing with him. Hands went around his waist, and they felt off, wrong and it took all of Yoochun’s energy not to push away from him.
“Hey,” Yoochun finally said, falling easily into the flirty roll that he perfected over the last couple years.
“You sure that tall guy isn’t your boyfriend?”
Yoochun grinned. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“And the other?”
“Doesn’t it matter if he is or isn’t, since you’re dancing with me anyway?”
“Good point.”
Taeyang tried to kiss him and Yoochun turned his head away, masking it in a body roll move that had the other moaning deeply in Yoochun’s ear. Their bodies synched and Yoochun smiled and flirted with his eyes and body.
Yoochun wasn’t surprised when hands suddenly grabbed his open shirt and practically ripped him away from Taeyang. Yoochun stumbled, and would have fallen if not for Jaejoong’s firm grip.
“What the hell?” Jaejoong demanded, and took another step toward Taeyang.
Yoochun immediately put his body between them and pushed Jaejoong away.
“What the hell?” Jaejoong asked him.
“I was just dancing with him, hyung,” Yoochun said, not caring of the people they jostled. Jaejoong looked ready to hit something and he did not want them to get kicked out.
“That was not dancing.”
Yoochun smiled and stopped suddenly, arms around Jaejoong’s neck. “Then show me how it’s done.”
Jaejoong froze and glared at him and then looked away. Conflicted, guilty. Changmin was right. Jaejoong was almost drunk. His face never let any emotion show unless he wanted it to.
“Just dance, hyung,” Yoochun said. “Please. I want to dance with you.”
Jaejoong did not respond.
With a smirk, Yoochun said, “Well, then I will go dance with Taeyang if you won’t dance with me.” He let Jaejoong go, but didn’t take more than a step before Jaejoong’s hands were on his waist, holding him still.
“Like hell you will.”
Yoochun rocked his hips back and forth and put his arms around Jaejoong’s neck. “Dance with me.” He stepped into Jaejoong’s body, and Jaejoong’s hands went around his waist. The front of their bodies barely brushed, but Yoochun didn’t take that last step. They danced, Jaejoong a little stiffly.
Yoochun didn’t care. It was the most sexual situation he’d ever been in with Jaejoong, and he was going to string it out for as long as he could. He knew that Jaejoong wouldn’t have danced with him if he were completely sober. And Yoochun didn’t want Jaejoong because he was drunk.
It was all confusing, and Yoochun hated it.
“Yoochun-ah,” Jaejoong said. “That’s enough.”
Yoochun shut his eyes and shook his head. “No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it’s too much.”
Yoochun took that last step and moved one of his hands around Jaejoong’s waist, holding him tightly. He kept his hips moving, and Jaejoong sighed in his ear. But he didn’t leave, and let Yoochun dance. After a few minutes, Jaejoong danced with him, still a little stiffly, but his arms tightened around Yoochun’s waist and their cheeks pressed together, harsh breath in his ear.
Yoochun shut his eyes and enjoyed it, even if this is all that he got from his hyung.
They danced until Yoochun’s muscles ached. He needed a break, to sit down, but he had a feeling that if he let Jaejoong go now, he’d never get to hold him again.
He jumped when another set of hands landed on his hips and tilted his head back to see Changmin’s smirking face. He molded himself to Yoochun’s back and Yoochun leaned into him, pulling Jaejoong with him. He shut his eyes, sheltered between his hyungs. He heard them kiss, knowing that all he had to do was tilt his head a little and he could join them.
They danced until the world was spinning, the lights twisting, the beat thrumming through them. They danced until Yoochun was doing little more than standing, letting his hyungs twist him, mold him, warp him. He had one arm around Jaejoong’s waist, another lifted up around Changmin’s neck. Jaejoong’s hand had slid under the button down shirt, and his other was also around Changmin’s neck, fingers playing with Yoochun’s arm.
“Let’s go home,” Changmin whispered.
Yoochun shook his head. “No, don’t, please just …”
Changmin kissed his cheek. “Sorry, dongsaeng. It’s getting to be almost really early in the morning.”
Jaejoong was suddenly gone, and Yoochun turned around and hugged Changmin close to him. His heart felt like it was breaking again, and he didn’t fight them when they herded him out of the club. The air was cool, and Changmin called a taxi to take them home. He sat in the middle, though more pressed against Changmin than Jaejoong.
Jaejoong’s hand rested on his knee, fingers tapping out the beat to the soft music playing in the cab.
Yoochun watched them, and then lifted a hand and slid his fingers over Jaejoong’s wrist. Jaejoong looked at him, but Yoochun didn’t meet his eyes.
Jaejoong’s hand turned, palm up and Yoochun’s finger slipped over the softer skin. Their fingers twisted and intertwined.
Yoochun smiled, shut his eyes and leaned against Changmin’s shoulder.
Jaejoong squeezed his hand.
Despite the night, despite the dancing, Yoochun knew that the possibility of being with his hyungs was slim. Jaejoong was partially drunk, and Changmin was a conniving bastard. But he didn’t think Changmin would continue to flirt with him and kiss him and touch him like he had when they were dancing if Jaejoong told him to stop.
Yoochun should have been happy with what he had. Two hyungs who loved him, took care of him and supported him. Why did he want more?
The day Jaejoong found him was ingrained in Yoochun’s memory. He couldn’t remember a lot of things from before he was ten years old, but that day, it was like it was yesterday. His therapist said that such a drastic change in his life wasn’t easily forgotten. And Yoochun would never forget it. He’d never forget the fear of seeing Jaejoong and Changmin for the first time, thinking they were his masters. He’d never forget the looks of thinly veiled disgust on their faces when he wanted to please them. Or the hurt in knowing he wasn’t good enough for them, and they didn’t want him. He remembered offering them blow jobs, that’s all he knew to use in order to thank them, and they both refused.
Yoochun felt bad now. The last three weeks had been a real eye opener to him. He felt bad about pretty much everything. He never really grew out of sex. Once he was friends with Heechul, the two of them did everything that Yoochun had been taught how to do. It was his fault that his hyungs thought he was some pious little boy. He never felt comfortable telling them, mainly because they tried so hard to give him a normal childhood.
But Yoochun also knew that he never wanted his hyungs to know because he loved them so much, and he didn’t want them to be disappointed in him again.
When they climbed out of the car, Yoochun stumbled, and Changmin supported him and then turned around. Yoochun rolled his eyes, but wasn’t about to give up this chance. He wrapped his arms around Changmin’s neck and Changmin hooked his arms around his knees and hoisted him up.
“I thought you said you weren’t drunk,” Jaejoong said, concern in his voice.
Yoochun turned his head, cheek against the back Changmin’s head and smiled. “I’m not. He offered.”
Changmin chuckled. “I don’t mind.”
Jaejoong went in front of them, putting in the code to the door and then calling the elevator to take them up the few stories. He unlocked the door and then detoured to the kitchen. Changmin took Yoochun to their bedroom, not his, and he tried to formulate his thoughts as Changmin set him down on the bed.
Changmin saw the look on his face and smiled. “Go on. Ask.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Tonight, this …”
“I told Jaejoong you deserved a night out. And not some stupid dinner thing with us, but a night with the boys. He wasn’t too thrilled about the idea. He’s trying to keep you from growing up. But Yunho and Junsu loved the idea.”
“And you?”
“It was my idea.”
“So you covertly planned all of this for what purpose?”
Changmin ran his hand down Yoochun’s cheek and then did something that Yoochun never would have expected. He kissed him, soft press of lips to his, and then he pulled away. “I’m sure you know the answer to that question. If you fall asleep in the next ten minutes, you know Jaejoong won’t move you.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide, because Changmin was right.
Changmin smiled and got up, leaving the room without looking back.
But lying there with the chance of sleeping with his hyungs, meant he wasn’t even close to being tired. Nerves shot though his skin and he wasn’t able to do anything except gasp.
And tempt them to let him stay anyway.
Quickly, he peeled of the borrowed clothes, and lay on the bed in nothing. That was too much, he knew that. Thrown over a chair was a pair of Jaejoong’s sweats, and Yoochun grabbed those and pulled them on. He pulled the covers over himself, leaving his arms out and then tried to relax.
Jaejoong came in the room first, and their eyes met, but neither said anything. He’d already taken the sweat off, leaving his upper body in that tight teal tank top. His muscles stood out in the dim light. Jaejoong pulled his shirt off, and then slipped out of his pants, revealing tighter than necessary boxers. He went to his dresser and opened the top drawer. The boxers were peeled off pale skin.
Yoochun licked his lips, cock growing hard. Jaejoong didn’t try to hide himself from Yoochun, but didn’t flaunt anything either. Yoochun had a feeling that Changmin would have flaunted.
Another pair of sweats, similar to the ones Yoochun wore, covered that beautiful skin.
Jaejoong turned around and came to the bed.
Yoochun wasn’t expecting him to cuddle and he tensed when Jaejoong’s arms went around him.
Jaejoong made a noise of impatience and Yoochun was quick to turn around and press his face to his hyung’s strong chest.
“I don’t want to break your heart,” Jaejoong whispered. “I don’t want you to get your hopes up.”
Yoochun took a very deep breath.
“Changmin is a conniving dongsaeng, isn’t he?”
“Yeah,” Yoochun whispered. “But I had fun, even if it all felt like a dream.” Yoochun tightened his hold around Jaejoong’s waist. “Hyung?”
“Huh?”
“You love me, right?”
“Yes, of course.”
“But it’s different.”
Jaejoong sighed. “Even if it wasn’t different, this …”
“I know,” Yoochun said. “It’s dangerous and it could ruin everything.”
“But … ” Jaejoong prompted.
Yoochun shook his head. “But nothing. It’s stupid and a crush and it’ll go away.”
Jaejoong forced Yoochun’s head up so their eyes met. He stared at Yoochun for a long time and then said, “You lie.”
“So what?”
Jaejoong frowned.
“It doesn’t matter if my heart is tearing apart right now. I’ve gotten used to it. It doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter.”
Yoochun pulled his head away from Jaejoong’s hand and put it back against his chest. He listened to Jaejoong’s steady heartbeat. “Hyung?”
“What?”
“Why did you tell that guy that you were my boyfriend? Why did you stop me from dancing with him?”
“Because he’s too old for you.”
Yoochun smirked. “Now who’s lying? I saw your face, hyung. That isn’t why.”
Jaejoong was quiet and then he said, “Fine, because I didn’t like it. I didn’t … I didn’t like how he was touching you and that you were just letting him touch you.”
“But when you were watching me dance with Changmin, you didn’t throw a tissy fit, and Changmin was touching me a lot more than he was. And Changmin is your actual boyfriend.”
Jaejoong sighed. “We can’t, dongsaeng. We can’t.”
This time it was Yoochun’s turn to force Jaejoong to look at him. “Why not?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “We can’t. It doesn’t matter why.”
Yoochun stuck his tongue out and flopped back on the bed, unsurprised when Jaejoong rolled over and put his arm around his stomach, face on the same pillow, breath ghosting over his cheek.
“It has less to do with your past than you think.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
“It does. You’re still only seventeen, and we’re your guardians.”
“I know, hyung, I know. Just … stop talking please.”
Jaejoong is silent for only a few moments. “When you were ten, our very first day with you, I pictured what you would look like on your knees, tiny mouth around a dick, and it … just that thought, that image, the fact that I even had it has disgusted me for the last seven years. And now you’re throwing yourself at us. And I’m supposed to suddenly be okay with the thought of a dick in your mouth?”
Yoochun rolled over, their faces were so close. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”
“I know, but you aren’t grown up either.”
Yoochun pouted. “Are you mad at Changmin?”
“A little.”
“Why?”
“He wants you. And he’s trying to make me want you.”
“You don’t want me?”
Jaejoong opened his mouth and shut it. “It’s not a matter of wanting you. It’s a matter of if I should have you.”
“That wasn’t a no,” Yoochun said with a smile.
“It wasn’t a yes either.”
“I’m going with maybe.”
“Yoochun.”
“Jaejoong.”
“Dongsaeng.”
“Hyung.”
Jaejoong smiled. “And you say you’re grown up.”
“And you say you don’t act like a kid sometimes?”
Jaejoong ran his fingers over Yoochun’s cheek. “I’m sorry, dongsaeng. I just can’t, even if I loved dancing with you, and even if Changmin wants to.”
“It’s okay, I understand.” Yoochun curled up with him again, finding the comfortable spot against his chest. His body ached from the dancing, and part of him wanted to get up and shower, but he knew if he left this bedroom, he wouldn’t be back.
Yoochun was half dozing when Changmin climbed in on the other side and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“We can’t do this, Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong whispered.
“But you want to.”
Jaejoong sighed.
“Don’t lie to me. You want to.”
“He’s still so young.”
“He’s more grown up than any kid his age. He’s been through a lot, and he knows the difference between lust and love.”
“Why are you so insistent about this?” Jaejoong demanded.
Changmin hushed him, and then said, “It makes him happy. It makes him completely and utterly happy.”
“And when it all falls apart?”
“It won’t.”
“It could.”
“It could,” Yoochun said, sleepily.
His hyungs froze and then Changmin chuckled and lips pressed against his cheek. “Why are you suddenly arguing against it?”
“Not. Just saying it could. Jaejoong-hyung is right.”
“And what about the rest of it? You’re too young, we’re too old-”
Yoochun snorted, and then yawned. “Like age has ever mattered when it comes to me and sex. And besides, one of my teachers likes to bend me over his desk and fuck me. You aren’t nearly as old as he is.”
They were quiet, and then Jaejoong growled, “Which teacher?”
Yoochun smiled at him and shook his head. “Not telling.”
Jaejoong’s arms wrapped more tightly around him.
“Are you getting all possessive because you’re worried about me, or because it’s someone else and not you?” Yoochun asked.
“Shut up,” Jaejoong muttered and tried to hide his face.
Yoochun laughed and hooked his arms around Jaejoong’s neck. He pulled slightly and almost laughed at the dazed, conflicted look on his hyung’s face. Without letting him think, Yoochun shut his eyes and darted forward. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s lips and held it for a few seconds. Nothing more than a lingering peck. He pulled away, snuggled against Jaejoong’s body and yawned.
“Stop talking,” Yoochun demanded. “Sleep now.”
Jaejoong sighed and Changmin relaxed, and once again Yoochun found himself cocooned between them. He hadn’t slept with his hyungs like this since he was eleven, and he wasn’t going to get up or let them get up until he absolutely had to.
When he woke up, he was half under Jaejoong and Changmin was awake, looking down at them and smiling.
Yoochun yawned and whispered a good morning.
Changmin ran his hands through Yoochun’s hair.
Yoochun tried to blink awake. He moaned, shifted and then made a face.
“What?” Changmin asked.
“I have to piss.”
Changmin chuckled. “I’m not surprised.” With careful movements, he manipulated a sleeping Jaejoong onto his back, freeing Yoochun from his weight. “Go ahead.”
Yoochun smiled and thanked him. He dragged himself to the edge of the bed and sat up, swaying slightly. His head was thumping, not in pain. He had half of a hangover, like it couldn’t be bothered to cause Yoochun pain this early on a Sunday morning.
“You okay?”
Yoochun nodded. “Do we have some Tylenol?”
“Yeah. There should be some in our bathroom.”
“Thanks, hyung,” Yoochun said and yawned.
He stood up, shut his eyes and then staggered to their bathroom. He pissed first, holding his hard on down and then dug in drawers until he found the bottle of medicine. He swallowed four of them, the water churning his stomach a little. He fought back nausea. It really had been a long time since he last drank. He brushed the nasty hangover taste out of his mouth.
His stubborn erection had finally gone down, that is until he went back into the room, stopped in his tracks, choking in surprise. Both of his hyungs were naked. Changmin was straddling Jaejoong’s waist, kissing him deeply. Jaejoong’s arms were above his head, attached to the headboard with thin, red ropes.
“What the hell?” Yoochun said.
Changmin smirked over at him.
“Minnie,” Jaejoong whined. “You said he was in his room.”
“Did I?’ Changmin mused and kissed down Jaejoong’s neck.
“Changmin.”
Yoochun leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom. “Kinky bastards.”
“Changmin,” Jaejoong whispered. “Stop it.”
“Why?”
“You said you’d stop if he woke up, and he’s awake.”
Changmin smirked. “I don’t remember saying that.” His mouth closed around one of Jaejoong’s budded nipples, pulling a moan from his throat.
Yoochun smiled and moved across the room. “You were going to fuck with me in the same room, hyung? Really?”
Jaejoong whimpered an apology.
Changmin’s hands ran up and down Jaejoong’s body, over his thighs and cobbled abs. Jaejoong’s cock was hard, the soft head resting in a thick pile of precome. “It wasn’t exactly his idea. It’s really easy to tie Jaejoong up when he’s sleeping.”
Yoochun laughed and kneeled on the bed. He held his breath, thinking he was still dreaming.
“But after he woke up, the deal was that I would fuck him, but if you woke up then I wouldn’t fuck him. I said nothing about stopping.”
“Changmin,” Jaejoong said, trying for fierce but it came out as a whimper.
Yoochun chuckled. “You really are evil.”
“I can be.” Changmin slid down the bed, hands on Jaejoong’s body. He ran his tongue up the length of Jaejoong’s erection. Yoochun inhaled sharply and then tried to moderate his breathing. God, this was hot. He usually sat outside their room and listened to them fuck on Sunday mornings when they thought he was still asleep.
Changmin pulled Jaejoong’s thighs apart and then pushed them up.
Jaejoong moaned, muscles tensing.
Changmin sucked on his balls for a moment and then used his hands to spread his ass so he could lick at Jaejoong’s entrance.
Yoochun moaned.
Changmin smiled at him and said, “There’s lube in that drawer.”
Yoochun smirked. “I know. There’s lube all over this room. You two are sex addicts.” He leaned to his side and opened the bedside drawer. There were four bottles of lube in there, all about half full.
Changmin held out his hand and Yoochun dumped lube onto his fingers. “Thanks.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and put the lid back on the lube. “No problem.”
With a chuckle, Changmin pressed his slick fingers under Jaejoong’s balls. Yoochun didn’t have a view of his body, but he didn’t need one, knowing when Changmin penetrated him by the hiss and the whimper. His body clenched, hips rolling and spreading more. Changmin hummed and moved his hand slowly.
Jaejoong’s mouth opened in a deep moan.
“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Changmin said.
“I’ve always thought so,” Yoochun replied. His cock was hard and he had to shift his hips to give it a bit more room.
Changmin smiled at him and then dropped his head down and sucked Jaejoong’s dick into his mouth. Yoochun gasped at the cry that was ripped from Jaejoong’s throat. Good fuck. It was so different hearing that like this instead of through a closed door.
Changmin’s hand moved faster, three fingers it looked like, and Jaejoong babbled pleas to the ceiling, body undulating with Changmin’s ministrations.
Unable to help himself, Yoochun reached over the small space between their bodies and played with Jaejoong’s nipple.
Jaejoong glared at him. “Don’t.”
Again his authority was destroyed by a tiny whimper.
Yoochun met his eyes and said, “Make me stop.” He pinched Jaejoong’s nipple and rolled it roughly between his fingers.
Jaejoong’s eyes shut with a moan. “Chunnie-ah, please, don’t.”
“Don’t play with your nipples with my fingers?” he said.
Jaejoong shook his head.
Yoochun smirked. “Okay. I won’t.” He moved his hand and then leaned down and licked at the nipple. Jaejoong cried out and Changmin laughed around his dick.
“Oh, god, Yoochun. Stop.”
Yoochun sucked the nipple into his mouth roughly, making Jaejoong cry out. Without releasing the treat he shifted to his hands and knees, giving him better access. He licked and played with his nipple until it was red and throbbing and then he moved to the other one. Leaning over his chest, his erection pressed against Jaejoong’s side, and he moaned, thrusting lightly.
Jaejoong kept whimpering, but he wasn’t telling Yoochun to stop.
Yoochun turned his head and met Changmin’s eyes, watching as Changmin took Jaejoong’s cock deep in his throat. He wanted to suck on Jaejoong so much, but not really like this. He wanted Jaejoong to really want it and ask for it.
“Changmin-ah, Changmin fuck me, fuck me.”
Changmin ignored him and Yoochun turned his attention back to Jaejoong’s skin. He kissed and sucked up to this collarbones and his neck, leaving little red marks in his wake.
Jaejoong shuddered, and with a shout and a full body jerk, he was jerking. “C-coming, Min, oh god, so.”
Changmin let his dick fall from his mouth and he used his hand to pump Jaejoong through his release. Come splattered up his stomach and before he could think about it, Yoochun moved down and licked it up.
“Oh fucking hell, Yoochun,” Changmin said.
Yoochun licked his lips but didn’t stop until all the come on his skin was gone. He eyed the pearl of murky white gathering at the tip and Changmin squeezed Jaejoong’s cock. Jaejoong moaned and a thick stream of come dripped to his stomach. Yoochun met it at his skin and then opened his mouth and followed it up to the source. He tongued the slit of his cock and then sucked the head, just enough to tempt the last bit of come from his hyung’s orgasm, and then he pulled away.
“Fuck,” Changmin moaned. “That was hot.”
“Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong whined.
Changmin’s eyes were trained on Yoochun’s lips and Yoochun ran his tongue on his lower lip, searching for an errant taste of his hyung. Changmin moaned and then leaned over Jaejoong and pressed their lips together. Yoochun smiled and didn’t stop Changmin from advancing, arm around his back and lowering him to the bed. Yoochun wrapped his arms around Changmin’s back and kissed him with just as much need as Changmin showed.
Jaejoong whined and said their names, and when that didn’t work to break them apart, he used his feet and his knees and started kicking.
Changmin sighed and reluctantly pulled away from Yoochun’s mouth. “What?”
“Untie me.”
“You’re going to hurt me, so no.”
“I can hurt you tied up,” Jaejoong said and kicked Changmin again.
Changmin laughed and rolled away from him and off the bed. He held out his hand for Yoochun. “You can’t hurt us if we’re not close enough.”
Yoochun smiled and then looked down at Changmin’s erection tenting his sweatpants. He licked his lips and Changmin cut off a moan.
Yoochun shot his gaze up and met Changmin’s eyes, lust obviously dripping from them. Biting his lower lip, Yoochun crawled over to the edge of the bed.
Changmin’s eyes shut with a moan, hands in fists at his side. Control.
Yoochun knew how to shatter someone’s control.
“Yoochun,” Jaejoong warned.
Yoochun winced but ignored him. He rubbed his face on Changmin’s crotch. He had a vivid memory of doing the same thing when he was ten, but instead of jerking away, Changmin moaned and fingers tangled in Yoochun’s hair.
“Changmin,” Jaejoong snapped.
“You should have gagged him,” Yoochun said, looking up at Changmin.
Changmin smiled. “You first.”
Yoochun shivered and then opened his mouth around the bulge in Changmin’s pants.
Changmin moaned. With one hand, he pushed his sweatpants down and his cock sprang free and smacked Yoochun in the cheek. Yoochun opened his mouth and took the crown into his mouth. He sucked lightly, and Changmin moaned his name.
“This is not appropriate,” Jaejoong said.
“Don’t really care right now,” Changmin said.
Yoochun still felt like he was dreaming. It was Friday night, and yesterday never happened. None of this was actually happening. How was this happening?
Changmin’s hands shifted on his head, twisting his hair around his fingers and then he thrust forward, catching Yoochun by surprise. He gagged once and then relaxed his throat and took Changmin deep, the head hitting the back of his throat and then going beyond it, again and again, until his nose was buried in the curls around the base of Changmin’s dick.
“Shit,” Changmin gasped and sped up his thrusts.
Yoochun lifted one hand off the edge of the bed and pushed it into his sweats. He jerked himself off roughly, moaning with every mouth full of precome.
Changmin shuddered, hips twisting erratically. His knee buckled and Yoochun lost the grip on him with his mouth. Changmin grabbed himself, stroked a few times and Yoochun half-smiled, opened his mouth and caught the first splash of come on his tongue. He moaned, mouth closing and opening, as Changmin covered his face in come.
Yoochun looked up at him and then back at his cock. Changmin moaned and squeezed himself. Yoochun leaned forward and did the same thing as he did to Jaejoong, tongue in the slit and sucking lightly to milk the last few pulses of come from Changmin’s dick.
And then he sat up, cross-legged on the edge of the bed and used his fingers to scrape the come off his face and into his mouth.
With a moan, Changmin sat hard next to him and laid back, head on Jaejoong’s leg. He covered his face with his arm, chest heaving with deep breaths.
Yoochun looked at him, and then at Jaejoong. Jaejoong was glaring at them, but his cock was still hard.
“Well, that was fun,” Yoochun said, voice shaking. He suddenly wanted to be far away from them. Away from them, when their senses cleared, and they told him it was a mistake. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
Changmin moaned again.
Yoochun’s legs weren’t quite steady, and his knee almost buckled with his first step. He walked around their bed and went into their bathroom. He was shaking as he started the shower. He shucked off the sweats and climbed into the warm water. Shutting his eyes, he ducked under the spray, trying to calm himself down. Thinking of them and what he just did made calm an impossible state.
Yoochun slid his hand down his chest and tugged on his erection, moaning. He poured a bit of Jaejoong’s overly expensive conditioner in his hand and started stroking himself. Nothing to tease, just to get off. And after that blowjob and with the combined tastes of his hyungs still in his mouth, it was pretty easy to orgasm. He leaned against the cool tile wall, shuddering, trying to stay up as he splattered come all over the bottom of the tub. He gave himself only a few breaths of recovery and then washed his hand off and rinsed his come down the drain. Showering took him longer than normal, arms and legs still feeling the effects of dancing all night and recovering from an orgasm.
He was only mildly upset that neither of his hyungs came to join him. He shut off the water and used a towel to dry off. With no clean clothes he pondered his options: go out naked, in a towel, or in Jaejoong’s soft, luxurious terrycloth robe. Easy answer.
He slipped the robe on and let it fall off his shoulder. He belted it loosely and then checked himself in the mirror to make sure a significant amount of skin was showing. He left the bathroom. His hyungs were not in the bedroom, and he thought of going to find them. But he didn’t want to stumble on a conversation he didn’t want to hear. He wanted to hold on to this dream for a moment, keep it real for a little while longer. He climbed back in the bed and curled up with Jaejoong’s pillow.
Phase 5: Challenged
Phase 3: Determined
Phase 2: Discovered
Phase 1: Recognized
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