Games 6/7
Title: Games 6/7
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, JaeChun!BFFery (eventual Yoochun/Junsu/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine to question or to fuck or to do anything more than write stories about.
Summary: Jaejoong is lusting after his employer's son. It's just sex, but even he doesn't know how much it affected Junsu.
Warnings: Older Jaejoong (28 yrs old), Younger Junsu (14 years old)
Part 6:
”When did you start messing around with Yoochun?”
“Later. I don’t know. A couple months, now it feels like Yoochun was always part of it.”
“If they never forced you, why did you agree to have sex with Yoochun, too?”
“I … I don’t know. I … Jaejoong said that nothing we did mattered. I hated Jae for a while then. Because I felt even more used and, I just thought, well, fuck it. I guess I thought that maybe seeing me with Yoochun would make him jealous, but he didn’t love me. It really showed me that, because if you love someone, you don’t want to share.”
“And Yoochun never raped you?”
“No. God, neither of them did, how many times do I have to say that? I even told Jae that I didn’t want to fuck them anymore and Jae backed off. I caved, of course, I mean. I was fifteen and horny, but when I said no to something, they respected that until I was ready.”
“What did you say no to?”
“You want details of bondage and double penetration? God, you are kinky.”
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Jae went back to letting Junsu believe that the webcam was closed, but Yoochun talked to Junsu every day and by the end of the week, Junsu was more or less comfortable with him. That Saturday, Junsu and Jae spent the day playing video games, and Junsu had a literature paper due on Monday that they worked on. After dinner, Jae said, “Junsu, let’s go for a drive.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know. But you don’t get out of the house enough. Let’s get out of the house. Maybe we’ll go catch a movie or something.”
“Okay.”
They said goodbye to the staff and as Jae backed out of the driveway, Junsu said, “So, where are we really going?
Jae smiled. “I thought you might want to meet Yoochun in real life.”
Junsu’s eyes went wide. “No way. No. no. No.”
“Why not?”
“I … because- hyung! I … don’t want to go!” He kicked the dashboard.
Jae slapped him over the head. “Don’t fucking kick my car like that, punk.”
Junsu rubbed his head. “Sorry. I … this isn’t … you should ask me first.”
“I am asking you. If you don’t want to then, fine, we won’t.” Jae continued to drive toward Yoochun’s house. “It’s not like I’m telling you that we’re going over there for sex.”
“We-we’re not?”
“No. I just figured you’d want to meet him, is all. If you don’t, then fine, I’ll turn around.”
Junsu looked out the window, arms crossed. “No sex?”
“Not unless you want it.”
“O-okay. We can go.”
Jae smiled. He fished his phone out of his pocket and sent Yoochun a text.
From jae_sucks_best: we’re on our way, wear something sexy, he says no sex
From sleazyChun: sure, no sex ha ha ha ha ha ha
Yoochun lived about a half hour away. Junsu kept his arms crossed and his eyes staring out the window on the way there. Jae pulled into the underground parking lot of a high-rise building. A valet came and took his keys. Junsu slammed the door shut on the car and Jae slapped him again.
“Stop it, punk. This car is not yours to abuse.”
“Well, I’m not yours to abuse.”
Jae smirked. “Aren’t you?”
Junsu made a face at him. In the elevator, he slouched in the corner, pouting, arms crossed. It dinged open on an upper floor and Jae led the way down the hall, Junsu shuffling behind.
“Don’t you forget your manners,” Jae said. “No matter what he’s seen or hasn’t, he’s still your elder.”
“I know.”
Jae rang Yoochun’s doorbell.
Yoochun opened the door and smiled. He was wearing loose, comfy jeans and an orange button up shirt, but it was unbuttoned, showing off the dips in his hips and the line of hair below his belly button. No underwear.
“Hey, guys,” Yoochun said and allowed them in.
Jae watched as Yoochun checked out Junsu’s ass when the boy walked by. They took their shoes off and then Junsu bowed and muttered a formal, slightly sarcastic greeting, at Yoochun.
Jae slapped the back of his head again. “Don’t mind him. He’s in a pissy mood today.”
Yoochun smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Junsu.”
“Sure, whatever.”
“You know, punk,” Jae said. “If you’re not going to be polite, then stop talking.”
Junsu bit his lower lip and looked at the floor. Jae met Yoochun’s eyes. Yoochun smirked and made a ‘blowjob’ motion with his hand. Jae tried not to laugh.
“Come on,” Yoochun said. He flung his arm over Junsu’s shoulders and steered him into the kitchen. Junsu sneered at him, but let himself be led. Jae followed, smirking. He gave Yoochun less than an hour to convince Junsu out of his clothes.
In the kitchen, Yoochun opened a bottle of something and poured out three shot glasses.
“Yoochun,” Jae said in admonishment.
“What? Ever had a drink, Junsu?” Yoochun said. He downed one of the shots.
“No.”
“Have a drink.”
“So you can get me drunk and fuck me? No thanks.”
Yoochun laughed. “You’re right, Jae. Kid is smart.”
Jae scoffed. “You’re not subtle either.”
“Can’t blame me for trying.”
Jae nodded. “True.” He took a shot and then motioned his head to the other. “Take it, Su. Just one won’t make you drunk.”
Junsu picked up the glass and sniffed it. He took a sip, made a face and handed it to Yoochun. “No thanks.” He stuck his tongue out. “Gross.”
Yoochun laughed. He saluted Junsu with the shot and took it. “Jae says you’re awesome at video games,” he said. “I challenge you to a sniper’s duel on Halo.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Really, old man? Are you sure? I’m going to fuck over your player stats.”
Jae started to reprimand him for his language, but Yoochun laughed.
“Fine, cocksucker. Come on.” He hooked his arm around Junsu’s neck and pulled the boy out of the kitchen. He winked at Jaejoong over his shoulder.
Jae followed. He settled himself on the arm chair. Yoochun turned on the game console. He and Junsu sat on the couch.
“Any last words?” Junsu asked.
“No, but if you beat me too badly, you’re going to have to do something to make me feel better.”
Junsu scoffed, and they played. Yoochun was good, but Junsu was better. He won again and again.
Yoochun threw the control on the coffee table after his seventh loss. “God, when do you find time to play when you’re either doing homework or bending over for Jaejoong?”
Junsu smirked at Jaejoong. “You’re implying that he lasts long.”
Yoochun burst out laughing.
Jae threw his pillow at Junsu. “Fuck off.”
Junsu stuck his tongue out at Jaejoong.
“Oh, god,” Yoochun said, still laughing. “Oh, god. That was hilarious. I like this kid.”
“Are all your friends pedos?” Junsu asked. “Is there like a club and all your meetings are held in prison?”
Jae scoffed, but Yoochun chuckled and he put his arm around Junsu. In his best pervert voice he said, “Want to be the guest of honor at our next meeting?”
Junsu shoved him but with no real intention of making him move. He smiled and kept his hands on Yoochun’s bare chest.
“Come on. You’ll be a huge hit. I’m sure plenty of men want a chance to fuck your ass.”
“Like you?”
Yoochun grinned, lusty, sleazy. “I’ve been jerking off to nothing but the thought of you and Jaejoong for days.” He leaned forward with each word until his lips grazed Junsu’s.
Junsu rolled his eyes. He tilted his head back. “So neither of you have a healthy sex life? Excellent role models.”
Yoochun chuckled. “I have a request.”
“A sexual one, I bet.”
“You learned to kiss from Jaejoong. Can I re-teach you? He sucks at kissing.”
“That was a lame pick up line, hyung.”
“You didn’t say no.”
Yoochun closed the small space between their lips and Junsu moaned as their lips molded. Jae watched, fascinated at how easily Yoochun had the boy lying on the couch, his arms around his shoulders. It’d only been forty minutes since they walked through the door.
Yoochun’s shirt slipped off his shoulders. In almost the same movement, Junsu’s shirt was lifted from his body. Junsu went from docile to eager in a heartbeat, wrapping a leg around Yoochun’s hips and moaning as his hips lifted and their cocks brushed together.
Yoochun’s hand slipped between them and moments later, Junsu’s pants were being removed and he was naked below him.
Jae undid his own pants and took out his cock, stroking off as he watched Yoochun worship Junsu’s skin. Junsu arched and moaned into every touch, every lick. He cried out Yoochun’s name when Yoochun abused his nipple between teeth and lips. He sucked on Junsu’s cock and teased his balls and ass. Nothing to get Junsu off, but only a little bit. Junsu’s leg rose to the back of the couch when Yoochun prepped him with nothing more than spit.
Yoochun glanced at Jaejoong and Jae nodded. He stood and let his pants fall. He stepped out of them and then went to Yoochun’s room to grab lube.
Jaejoong returned and handed it to him, but not before getting some for his own cock.
“You’re telling me a sex fiend like you doesn’t have lube in your living room,” Junsu said. He shook his head. “I’m disappointed.”
Yoochun smirked. “Let me get inside you and then you can tell me if you’re disappointed. Hands and knees. I like fucking from behind.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Does Jaejoong kneel for you and beg for it like a bitch?”
“Boy, I am really getting-“
Yoochun waved him silent. “Yes, he does, and if you don’t move, instead of fucking you, I’m going to tie your hands behind your back and go find my eight inch vibrator and a cock ring and we’ll see how long it takes you to start begging for it like a bitch.”
Junsu shivered and in the next moment, he was on his hands and knees.
Yoochun spanked his ass. Junsu yelped.
“Don’t do that,” Jae said. “The little bitch might like it.”
Yoochun laughed. “If that’s the case, then I should spank him harder.”
Yoochun spanked him harder.
Junsu moaned. He put his face to the couch, ass in the air and gasped. “God, fuck me already.”
Yoochun lubed up his fingers and took his time preparing Junsu even though the kid didn’t need it. Yoochun’s cock wasn’t quite as wide as Jaejoong’s, but it was longer. And Yoochun pushed into him all at once. Junsu rose from the couch with a cry. Yoochun stopped and rubbed his hands on Junsu’s lower back.
“Bitch,” Junsu managed, face cringing. He shifted his hips and moaned.
“Hard and fast, baby?” Yoochun asked.
“God, yes.”
Yoochun pulled out and thrust back in, pulling another almost-scream from Junsu. He gave the kid no time recover and gripped his hips tightly, brutally and fucked him hard. It didn’t take long for Junsu to cry out, body jerking. He orgasmed without being touched and splattered come all over the couch.
His head fell back to the leather, mouth open, sucking in heavy gulps of air.
“Hey Jae,” Yoochun said.
“Huh?”
“His mouth is open.”
Jae laughed. He rose from his chair and moved to the couch. Yoochun shifted back, pulling Junsu with him. Jae kneeled on the end of the couch. He tangled his hands in Junsu’s hair and pulled his head up. Junsu whimpered as Jae wiped the tip of his cock over his lips, and then smacked him in the cheek with it.
“Suck on me,” Jae demanded.
Junsu sneered at him. “I’d rather-”
Jae forced his cock between those lips and when Junsu bit down, Jae pulled his hair with both hands and slammed his cock to the back of Junsu’s throat. Junsu gagged.
“You’re being a dick today,” Jae said.
Junsu scowled at him, but then Jae fucked his mouth and Yoochun fucked his ass. Tears dripped from Junsu’s eyes and Jae wasn’t sure if there were from real emotions or from being used so roughly. He didn’t care. He’d gotten a head start watching the two of them together and his orgasm was coming fast.
“Fuck, Jaejoong,” Yoochun said. “This kid …”
“I know,” Jae said back. “I know.”
Junsu whimpered. Yoochun groaned and sped up. Jae’s eyes shut as a strong wave of pleasure caught him off guard. His rhythm fumbled. His grip tightened in Junsu’s hair. His cock pulsed and Junsu whined for it. Jae held Junsu’s face against his body when he came, choking the boy on a heavy dose of come. Junsu coughed and come seeped from between his lips. Jae cried out as he finished and fucked Junsu’s throat until he was sure he was done. He pulled away and smiled at Junsu. Junsu coughed again and then what come was still in his mouth, he spit out.
“I’m going to kill this kid,” Jae said and slapped Junsu across the face.
Junsu’s eyes shut with a whimper.
Yoochun chuckled. “He’s just being defiant today.”
“I hate you both,” Junsu muttered.
Yoochun laughed out right. He slowed his thrusts into Junsu’s body and leaned over him. He kissed his shoulder and bit down on his ear. “Doesn’t matter. I still get to fuck you.”
Junsu put his face to the couch again, hiding himself behind his arm. His body shook as Yoochun sped back up. Jae ran his fingers through Junsu’s hair.
Yoochun moaned and said, “God, I want this kid’s ass every day.”
“Too bad,” Jae said.
Yoochun smiled through his gasps and with a moan of Junsu’s name, he jerked and came, filling the kid up.
As soon as Yoochun let him go, Junsu climbed to the floor and curled up in a ball.
Yoochun and Jae met each other’s eyes. Jae shrugged. “He’s been feeling used lately.”
“And you’ve been using him well.”
Jae smirked. “Well, yeah. And what was your favorite moment of me using him?”
“I think two days ago, when he was kneeling on your chair and you were fucking him from behind. He came three times.”
Junsu jerked upright. “What?”
Yoochun laughed. “It was pretty sexy.”
“How do you-you fucking liar,” Junsu screamed and launched himself at Jaejoong. Junsu managed two punches to Jae’s shoulder, then Jae grabbed his hands and twisted his arms until Junsu’s back was pressed to Jae’s front. He tried to kick out, but Yoochun held his knees.
Yoochun leaned forward and laid kisses on Junsu’s chest and collarbone. “I’ve been watching you two fuck for two weeks. You’re sexy, Junsu. So very sexy.”
Yoochun moved his mouth to Junsu’s cock.
“Don’t,” Junsu said. “Don’t. I … don’t want to do this anymore.”
Yoochun sucked on him for another moment, and then pulled away. “Okay. We won’t force you. Go get cleaned up. The bathroom is down the hall.”
Jae let him go, and he gathered his clothes and sprinted to the bathroom.
“Too much?” Yoochun asked.
Jae shrugged. “Who cares?”
“You should.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. You’ve been fucking the kid for a few months. Shouldn’t you care about him?”
“I do enough to make sure he isn’t failing school and that he comes at least once a day. Is it my fault if he’s fallen in love?”
“He’s fifteen, Jae. He’s …”
“I know. I remember fifteen.”
Yoochun straddled Jae and kissed him. “Bring him over again.”
“I will.”
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Junsu didn’t talk to Jaejoong (besides polite greetings and questions about his homework) for a week. Jae gave him space, even though he was back to jerking himself off while watching porn. The only difference is that he did it while Junsu was doing his homework.
“Come suck on me, Su-ah, I miss your mouth.”
“Come sit on my lap, Su-ah. Your ass is probably tight from not being fucked for a few days.”
“I want to touch you, Su-ah. Please let me.”
Junsu ignored him, cheeks a constant shade of red.
Finally, Jae had enough and snuck into Junsu’s room at two in morning.
Junsu wasn’t asleep. “I was wondering how long it’d take before you came to rape me in my sleep.”
“I’m not going to rape you,” Jae said as he climbed over him. “I want you to talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
Junsu stayed rolled on his side. Jae slipped under the covers and ran his hand over Junsu’s hip. He reached over Junsu to the alarm and set it for five, enough time for him to get up and back to his own room before someone came in to wake Junsu up.
“Then I’ll just lay here with you, okay?” Jae spooned up behind Junsu, and Junsu tensed, but as the minutes passed and Jae’s hands stayed at his waist and no clothes were removed and there were no kisses to his neck, Junsu relaxed and fell asleep.
Jae smiled. Only a matter of time.
He slept with Junsu the next night, and the next. That day, Junsu came to him after school and kissed him, and things went back to the way they were.
Part 7: Leaving
Part 5: Using
Part 4: Fucking
Part 3: Loving
Part 2: Trusting
Part 1: Touching
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, JaeChun!BFFery (eventual Yoochun/Junsu/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine to question or to fuck or to do anything more than write stories about.
Summary: Jaejoong is lusting after his employer's son. It's just sex, but even he doesn't know how much it affected Junsu.
Warnings: Older Jaejoong (28 yrs old), Younger Junsu (14 years old)
Part 6:
”When did you start messing around with Yoochun?”
“Later. I don’t know. A couple months, now it feels like Yoochun was always part of it.”
“If they never forced you, why did you agree to have sex with Yoochun, too?”
“I … I don’t know. I … Jaejoong said that nothing we did mattered. I hated Jae for a while then. Because I felt even more used and, I just thought, well, fuck it. I guess I thought that maybe seeing me with Yoochun would make him jealous, but he didn’t love me. It really showed me that, because if you love someone, you don’t want to share.”
“And Yoochun never raped you?”
“No. God, neither of them did, how many times do I have to say that? I even told Jae that I didn’t want to fuck them anymore and Jae backed off. I caved, of course, I mean. I was fifteen and horny, but when I said no to something, they respected that until I was ready.”
“What did you say no to?”
“You want details of bondage and double penetration? God, you are kinky.”
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Jae went back to letting Junsu believe that the webcam was closed, but Yoochun talked to Junsu every day and by the end of the week, Junsu was more or less comfortable with him. That Saturday, Junsu and Jae spent the day playing video games, and Junsu had a literature paper due on Monday that they worked on. After dinner, Jae said, “Junsu, let’s go for a drive.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know. But you don’t get out of the house enough. Let’s get out of the house. Maybe we’ll go catch a movie or something.”
“Okay.”
They said goodbye to the staff and as Jae backed out of the driveway, Junsu said, “So, where are we really going?
Jae smiled. “I thought you might want to meet Yoochun in real life.”
Junsu’s eyes went wide. “No way. No. no. No.”
“Why not?”
“I … because- hyung! I … don’t want to go!” He kicked the dashboard.
Jae slapped him over the head. “Don’t fucking kick my car like that, punk.”
Junsu rubbed his head. “Sorry. I … this isn’t … you should ask me first.”
“I am asking you. If you don’t want to then, fine, we won’t.” Jae continued to drive toward Yoochun’s house. “It’s not like I’m telling you that we’re going over there for sex.”
“We-we’re not?”
“No. I just figured you’d want to meet him, is all. If you don’t, then fine, I’ll turn around.”
Junsu looked out the window, arms crossed. “No sex?”
“Not unless you want it.”
“O-okay. We can go.”
Jae smiled. He fished his phone out of his pocket and sent Yoochun a text.
From jae_sucks_best: we’re on our way, wear something sexy, he says no sex
From sleazyChun: sure, no sex ha ha ha ha ha ha
Yoochun lived about a half hour away. Junsu kept his arms crossed and his eyes staring out the window on the way there. Jae pulled into the underground parking lot of a high-rise building. A valet came and took his keys. Junsu slammed the door shut on the car and Jae slapped him again.
“Stop it, punk. This car is not yours to abuse.”
“Well, I’m not yours to abuse.”
Jae smirked. “Aren’t you?”
Junsu made a face at him. In the elevator, he slouched in the corner, pouting, arms crossed. It dinged open on an upper floor and Jae led the way down the hall, Junsu shuffling behind.
“Don’t you forget your manners,” Jae said. “No matter what he’s seen or hasn’t, he’s still your elder.”
“I know.”
Jae rang Yoochun’s doorbell.
Yoochun opened the door and smiled. He was wearing loose, comfy jeans and an orange button up shirt, but it was unbuttoned, showing off the dips in his hips and the line of hair below his belly button. No underwear.
“Hey, guys,” Yoochun said and allowed them in.
Jae watched as Yoochun checked out Junsu’s ass when the boy walked by. They took their shoes off and then Junsu bowed and muttered a formal, slightly sarcastic greeting, at Yoochun.
Jae slapped the back of his head again. “Don’t mind him. He’s in a pissy mood today.”
Yoochun smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Junsu.”
“Sure, whatever.”
“You know, punk,” Jae said. “If you’re not going to be polite, then stop talking.”
Junsu bit his lower lip and looked at the floor. Jae met Yoochun’s eyes. Yoochun smirked and made a ‘blowjob’ motion with his hand. Jae tried not to laugh.
“Come on,” Yoochun said. He flung his arm over Junsu’s shoulders and steered him into the kitchen. Junsu sneered at him, but let himself be led. Jae followed, smirking. He gave Yoochun less than an hour to convince Junsu out of his clothes.
In the kitchen, Yoochun opened a bottle of something and poured out three shot glasses.
“Yoochun,” Jae said in admonishment.
“What? Ever had a drink, Junsu?” Yoochun said. He downed one of the shots.
“No.”
“Have a drink.”
“So you can get me drunk and fuck me? No thanks.”
Yoochun laughed. “You’re right, Jae. Kid is smart.”
Jae scoffed. “You’re not subtle either.”
“Can’t blame me for trying.”
Jae nodded. “True.” He took a shot and then motioned his head to the other. “Take it, Su. Just one won’t make you drunk.”
Junsu picked up the glass and sniffed it. He took a sip, made a face and handed it to Yoochun. “No thanks.” He stuck his tongue out. “Gross.”
Yoochun laughed. He saluted Junsu with the shot and took it. “Jae says you’re awesome at video games,” he said. “I challenge you to a sniper’s duel on Halo.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Really, old man? Are you sure? I’m going to fuck over your player stats.”
Jae started to reprimand him for his language, but Yoochun laughed.
“Fine, cocksucker. Come on.” He hooked his arm around Junsu’s neck and pulled the boy out of the kitchen. He winked at Jaejoong over his shoulder.
Jae followed. He settled himself on the arm chair. Yoochun turned on the game console. He and Junsu sat on the couch.
“Any last words?” Junsu asked.
“No, but if you beat me too badly, you’re going to have to do something to make me feel better.”
Junsu scoffed, and they played. Yoochun was good, but Junsu was better. He won again and again.
Yoochun threw the control on the coffee table after his seventh loss. “God, when do you find time to play when you’re either doing homework or bending over for Jaejoong?”
Junsu smirked at Jaejoong. “You’re implying that he lasts long.”
Yoochun burst out laughing.
Jae threw his pillow at Junsu. “Fuck off.”
Junsu stuck his tongue out at Jaejoong.
“Oh, god,” Yoochun said, still laughing. “Oh, god. That was hilarious. I like this kid.”
“Are all your friends pedos?” Junsu asked. “Is there like a club and all your meetings are held in prison?”
Jae scoffed, but Yoochun chuckled and he put his arm around Junsu. In his best pervert voice he said, “Want to be the guest of honor at our next meeting?”
Junsu shoved him but with no real intention of making him move. He smiled and kept his hands on Yoochun’s bare chest.
“Come on. You’ll be a huge hit. I’m sure plenty of men want a chance to fuck your ass.”
“Like you?”
Yoochun grinned, lusty, sleazy. “I’ve been jerking off to nothing but the thought of you and Jaejoong for days.” He leaned forward with each word until his lips grazed Junsu’s.
Junsu rolled his eyes. He tilted his head back. “So neither of you have a healthy sex life? Excellent role models.”
Yoochun chuckled. “I have a request.”
“A sexual one, I bet.”
“You learned to kiss from Jaejoong. Can I re-teach you? He sucks at kissing.”
“That was a lame pick up line, hyung.”
“You didn’t say no.”
Yoochun closed the small space between their lips and Junsu moaned as their lips molded. Jae watched, fascinated at how easily Yoochun had the boy lying on the couch, his arms around his shoulders. It’d only been forty minutes since they walked through the door.
Yoochun’s shirt slipped off his shoulders. In almost the same movement, Junsu’s shirt was lifted from his body. Junsu went from docile to eager in a heartbeat, wrapping a leg around Yoochun’s hips and moaning as his hips lifted and their cocks brushed together.
Yoochun’s hand slipped between them and moments later, Junsu’s pants were being removed and he was naked below him.
Jae undid his own pants and took out his cock, stroking off as he watched Yoochun worship Junsu’s skin. Junsu arched and moaned into every touch, every lick. He cried out Yoochun’s name when Yoochun abused his nipple between teeth and lips. He sucked on Junsu’s cock and teased his balls and ass. Nothing to get Junsu off, but only a little bit. Junsu’s leg rose to the back of the couch when Yoochun prepped him with nothing more than spit.
Yoochun glanced at Jaejoong and Jae nodded. He stood and let his pants fall. He stepped out of them and then went to Yoochun’s room to grab lube.
Jaejoong returned and handed it to him, but not before getting some for his own cock.
“You’re telling me a sex fiend like you doesn’t have lube in your living room,” Junsu said. He shook his head. “I’m disappointed.”
Yoochun smirked. “Let me get inside you and then you can tell me if you’re disappointed. Hands and knees. I like fucking from behind.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Does Jaejoong kneel for you and beg for it like a bitch?”
“Boy, I am really getting-“
Yoochun waved him silent. “Yes, he does, and if you don’t move, instead of fucking you, I’m going to tie your hands behind your back and go find my eight inch vibrator and a cock ring and we’ll see how long it takes you to start begging for it like a bitch.”
Junsu shivered and in the next moment, he was on his hands and knees.
Yoochun spanked his ass. Junsu yelped.
“Don’t do that,” Jae said. “The little bitch might like it.”
Yoochun laughed. “If that’s the case, then I should spank him harder.”
Yoochun spanked him harder.
Junsu moaned. He put his face to the couch, ass in the air and gasped. “God, fuck me already.”
Yoochun lubed up his fingers and took his time preparing Junsu even though the kid didn’t need it. Yoochun’s cock wasn’t quite as wide as Jaejoong’s, but it was longer. And Yoochun pushed into him all at once. Junsu rose from the couch with a cry. Yoochun stopped and rubbed his hands on Junsu’s lower back.
“Bitch,” Junsu managed, face cringing. He shifted his hips and moaned.
“Hard and fast, baby?” Yoochun asked.
“God, yes.”
Yoochun pulled out and thrust back in, pulling another almost-scream from Junsu. He gave the kid no time recover and gripped his hips tightly, brutally and fucked him hard. It didn’t take long for Junsu to cry out, body jerking. He orgasmed without being touched and splattered come all over the couch.
His head fell back to the leather, mouth open, sucking in heavy gulps of air.
“Hey Jae,” Yoochun said.
“Huh?”
“His mouth is open.”
Jae laughed. He rose from his chair and moved to the couch. Yoochun shifted back, pulling Junsu with him. Jae kneeled on the end of the couch. He tangled his hands in Junsu’s hair and pulled his head up. Junsu whimpered as Jae wiped the tip of his cock over his lips, and then smacked him in the cheek with it.
“Suck on me,” Jae demanded.
Junsu sneered at him. “I’d rather-”
Jae forced his cock between those lips and when Junsu bit down, Jae pulled his hair with both hands and slammed his cock to the back of Junsu’s throat. Junsu gagged.
“You’re being a dick today,” Jae said.
Junsu scowled at him, but then Jae fucked his mouth and Yoochun fucked his ass. Tears dripped from Junsu’s eyes and Jae wasn’t sure if there were from real emotions or from being used so roughly. He didn’t care. He’d gotten a head start watching the two of them together and his orgasm was coming fast.
“Fuck, Jaejoong,” Yoochun said. “This kid …”
“I know,” Jae said back. “I know.”
Junsu whimpered. Yoochun groaned and sped up. Jae’s eyes shut as a strong wave of pleasure caught him off guard. His rhythm fumbled. His grip tightened in Junsu’s hair. His cock pulsed and Junsu whined for it. Jae held Junsu’s face against his body when he came, choking the boy on a heavy dose of come. Junsu coughed and come seeped from between his lips. Jae cried out as he finished and fucked Junsu’s throat until he was sure he was done. He pulled away and smiled at Junsu. Junsu coughed again and then what come was still in his mouth, he spit out.
“I’m going to kill this kid,” Jae said and slapped Junsu across the face.
Junsu’s eyes shut with a whimper.
Yoochun chuckled. “He’s just being defiant today.”
“I hate you both,” Junsu muttered.
Yoochun laughed out right. He slowed his thrusts into Junsu’s body and leaned over him. He kissed his shoulder and bit down on his ear. “Doesn’t matter. I still get to fuck you.”
Junsu put his face to the couch again, hiding himself behind his arm. His body shook as Yoochun sped back up. Jae ran his fingers through Junsu’s hair.
Yoochun moaned and said, “God, I want this kid’s ass every day.”
“Too bad,” Jae said.
Yoochun smiled through his gasps and with a moan of Junsu’s name, he jerked and came, filling the kid up.
As soon as Yoochun let him go, Junsu climbed to the floor and curled up in a ball.
Yoochun and Jae met each other’s eyes. Jae shrugged. “He’s been feeling used lately.”
“And you’ve been using him well.”
Jae smirked. “Well, yeah. And what was your favorite moment of me using him?”
“I think two days ago, when he was kneeling on your chair and you were fucking him from behind. He came three times.”
Junsu jerked upright. “What?”
Yoochun laughed. “It was pretty sexy.”
“How do you-you fucking liar,” Junsu screamed and launched himself at Jaejoong. Junsu managed two punches to Jae’s shoulder, then Jae grabbed his hands and twisted his arms until Junsu’s back was pressed to Jae’s front. He tried to kick out, but Yoochun held his knees.
Yoochun leaned forward and laid kisses on Junsu’s chest and collarbone. “I’ve been watching you two fuck for two weeks. You’re sexy, Junsu. So very sexy.”
Yoochun moved his mouth to Junsu’s cock.
“Don’t,” Junsu said. “Don’t. I … don’t want to do this anymore.”
Yoochun sucked on him for another moment, and then pulled away. “Okay. We won’t force you. Go get cleaned up. The bathroom is down the hall.”
Jae let him go, and he gathered his clothes and sprinted to the bathroom.
“Too much?” Yoochun asked.
Jae shrugged. “Who cares?”
“You should.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. You’ve been fucking the kid for a few months. Shouldn’t you care about him?”
“I do enough to make sure he isn’t failing school and that he comes at least once a day. Is it my fault if he’s fallen in love?”
“He’s fifteen, Jae. He’s …”
“I know. I remember fifteen.”
Yoochun straddled Jae and kissed him. “Bring him over again.”
“I will.”
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Junsu didn’t talk to Jaejoong (besides polite greetings and questions about his homework) for a week. Jae gave him space, even though he was back to jerking himself off while watching porn. The only difference is that he did it while Junsu was doing his homework.
“Come suck on me, Su-ah, I miss your mouth.”
“Come sit on my lap, Su-ah. Your ass is probably tight from not being fucked for a few days.”
“I want to touch you, Su-ah. Please let me.”
Junsu ignored him, cheeks a constant shade of red.
Finally, Jae had enough and snuck into Junsu’s room at two in morning.
Junsu wasn’t asleep. “I was wondering how long it’d take before you came to rape me in my sleep.”
“I’m not going to rape you,” Jae said as he climbed over him. “I want you to talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
Junsu stayed rolled on his side. Jae slipped under the covers and ran his hand over Junsu’s hip. He reached over Junsu to the alarm and set it for five, enough time for him to get up and back to his own room before someone came in to wake Junsu up.
“Then I’ll just lay here with you, okay?” Jae spooned up behind Junsu, and Junsu tensed, but as the minutes passed and Jae’s hands stayed at his waist and no clothes were removed and there were no kisses to his neck, Junsu relaxed and fell asleep.
Jae smiled. Only a matter of time.
He slept with Junsu the next night, and the next. That day, Junsu came to him after school and kissed him, and things went back to the way they were.
Part 7: Leaving
Part 5: Using
Part 4: Fucking
Part 3: Loving
Part 2: Trusting
Part 1: Touching
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