Twins
Title: Twins
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Chansung comes to his boyfriends apartment and slips into his bed for some fun when he discovers his boyfriend has a twin.
NOTE: =_= sleepy... Fic ended weird, don't mind me. Nothing is detailed in this fic... sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Chansung kicked his shoes off quietly before sliding over the bed. He grinned as he crawled on top of a body that was hiding under the blankets and it groaned softly in response. He slipped his hand under the blanket, feeling under the shirt between them. A shudder escaped the lips just under Chansung's as he leaned closer. He tickled the sculpted abs, raising a brow, 'They feel a little pudgier than nomal...' Chansung shrugged, continuing to drag his fingers across the soft skin. He heard the person under him whimper and fingers wrapped around his wrist. Chansung's fingers lined the inside of the other person's waistband of their pants, giving the soft skin goosebumps. The small moan that escaped from the tiny mouth cause Chansung to stop. He pushed up onto his knees, glaring into the darkness to see better.
The small body stirred from underneath the covers, sitting up slowly. Chansung stared as the moonlight appeared over the small boy. He leaned in, squinting again before it hit him, “You're not Jaeho.”
“N-no, I'm Junho, his identical twin... But you seemed to tell the difference.”
“You may look like him... But you don't feel or sound the same.”
The two boys jumped and narrowed their eyes as light flooded the room, “Oh Chansung! You're already here, that's good.”
“Jaeho... You're home late,” Chansung frowned, turning and exposing the boy behind him.
“Oh, have you met Junho? He's my twin. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier,” Jaeho rubbed the back of his neck, “Junho is going to be staying with me for a few weeks. It was last minute planning and work got so busy that I wasn't able to contact you. You don't mind right?”
Chansung looked at the small boy in front of him, now getting a good look. There was no mistaking it, they really were identical twins. He wasn't used to seeing them as he stared at Junho; it impressed him that two people could be made almost exactly alike though he could vaguely point out the differences. Jaeho had stronger features, his eyes sharper as well as his jawline; he must have been the older twin.
“Junho,” Jaeho cut into his thoughts, “This is Chansung. He's my boyfriend,” the boy smiled, patting Chansung on the shoulder. Junho nodded, looking at Chansung nervously before looking down at his fingers. “I hope you don't mind if we all sleep together Junho,” Jaeho looked at his boyfriend, who shrugged, “I don't have another bed.”
“I don't mind... I'm used to sleeping with you hyung.”
The three boys settled in the bed and Chansung mentally grumbled about Junho squeezing in between them. Even with others in the bed, he might as well slept alone because he couldn't cuddle with Jaeho. The smallest boy shuffled around before laying close to Chansung. He sighed, rolling onto his side to face away from the two. He wrapped his arms around himself, a little cold from the lack of blankets. The room was silent except for the sound of soft breathing. 'Jaeho's already asleep,' Chansung thought, recognizing the breathing pattern of his boyfriend.
Chansung inhaled deeply, feeling sleep cloud his mind but arms wrapping around his waist pulled him back. Two small hands moved to his chest before he felt a body press itself against his back. “What are you doing?” he whispered. He didn't receive an answer but instead a blanket as it was pulled over his shoulder. The hands remained on his chest, squeezing tightly, “Yah.”
“Go to sleep babo.”
The tall boy's eyes widened, “Bab-”
“Don't wake up hyung.”
Chansung sighed as the hands never left. He pulled himself out from under the blankets and left the room. “It's bad enough we have to share the bed but I'm not dealing with him touching me,” he grumbled as he laid on the couch. He pulled the blanket on top of him before falling asleep.
“Chansung-ah... Yah Chansung-ah!”
The tall boy opened his eyes, sleep still making his vision blurry, “Jaeho?”
“No, it's Junho.”
Chansung blinked before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “What do you want?” he snarled.
“Hyung told me to wake you up or you'd miss school.”
“What time is it?”
“Eleven.”
“I still have a few hours before it starts,” Chansung sighed, attempting to roll over. He paused, noticing that his body was pinned against the couch. He looked down, seeing Junho's hips on top of his as he sat in his lap, “Why are you sitting on me?”
The small boy shrugged, “Shouldn't you get up? Hyung told me that you always wait to the last minute.”
“What else did hyung tell you?” Chansung asked sarcastically.
“That you guys have great sex.”
The tall boy's eyes widened as he stared into the dark, innocent orbs of Junho's eyes, “He didn't really tell you that, did he?”
“Does it matter? Would he be lying?”
“It's none of your business.” Chansung looked at the smaller boy, the question plaguing his mind, “How old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
'Same age as-'
“Are you stupid?”
Chansung blinked, “What?”
“I'm a twin. That makes both Jaeho and I the same age.”
The tall boy was beginning to dislike Junho more and more.
“You're only 18 though, right? Which makes me older than you.”
“So what of it?”
Junho smiled, shaking up the tall boy's nerves, “Nothing. Get up, I can make you something to eat. It's the least I can do for making you sleep out here.”
“You better make a feast then,” Chansung called out.
To his surprise, Junho had made a meal worth for four. Chansung ate three helpings of it and Junho saved the rest for Jaeho.
“So why are you here?”
Junho dropped the dirty fork in the sink, feeling the tall boy whisper in his ear by accident, “I-I... I wanted to visit my brother.”
“Really unexpectedly?”
The small boy kept his eyes towards the sink as Chansung leaned against the counter beside him, “I was getting sick of home. The rest is personal.” Junho threw the dish rag into the sink and walked out of the kitchen. He felt that Chansung was asking too much, despite not asking much at all. He stomped out of the room, having to return a few seconds later from his guilt of leaving a sink full of dirty dishes. Junho scrubbed angrily at the dishes, ignoring the tall boy's stare, “Don't you have somewhere to be?”
“Did I hit a nerve or something?” The small boy glared at the sink. “Because I don't want your stay here to be a fight between you and I. That would both unpleasant and uncomfortable and I'm sure Jaeho wouldn't like that.”
Junho was growing more angry with each word. He grabbed a sharp knife suddenly, “Ah!” he threw the blade back into the sink, drawing back his hand as blood spilt out.
“Are you okay?” Chansung asked, noticing the small boy was starting to wobble. Just as he stood next to Junho, the older boy fell into him, “Yah!”
“Honestly, fainting because of blood at this age,” the tall boy sighed, wrapping Junho's hand as the older boy was passed out on the bed. Chansung dragged his fingers around the wrapping, feeling how soft Junho's fingers were, “Your brother is going to kill me.”
The older boy sighed softly before turning onto his side, “Hyung... I love you,” he mumbled in his sleep. Chansung shook his head, about to get up when Junho snatched his wrist, “I'm sorry.”
The tall boy pulled Junho's hand away, “This is probably one of those things that is none of my business. Time for school.”
Chansung stretched out his tired limbs, “Class is getting so boring that all I do is sleep.” He smiled, “I wonder what Jaeho and I are going to do tonight. Maybe this time we won't be interrupt-” Chansung sighed, “Right... Junho.”
“What?”
The tall boy jumped, “What are you doing here?”
“Hyung told me that he'll be working late again so is it okay if we go out? It's boring at the apartment.”
Chansung blinked, looking at the other boy's clothes. Junho was dressed in stylish clothes and he himself - well he wasn't dressed to go out.
“Please?” Junho bit his lip.
The tall boy sighed, “Fine, where are we going?”
“The mall!” Junho suddenly smiled, surprising the younger boy, “Hyung talks about it a lot.”
Chansung stood shocked, the small boy's smile imprinted in his mind. Junho hadn't smiled since he had got there. The small gesture seemed to lift Chansung's mood instantly as Junho's eyes disappeared into tiny slits.
“Are you coming?”
“Y-yeah.”
Normally Chansung would always whine and complain when Jaeho took him out shopping. He hated it. When he went out shopping, he always knew what he wanted and he was out five minutes later. Jaeho liked to look through the whole store, if not at every item before leaving to walk into the one next door. This time was different as Junho smiled at him, drawing him closer. The small boy pulling his arm through Chansung's, looping them as they walked around. Junho stopped suddenly, feeling his stomach rumble.
“What's the matter?” Chansung asked.
“We should head back now. I'm hungry.”
“Why don't we just eat here?”
Junho fidgeted, “Because I didn't bring any money.”
The tall boy blinked, “Then why did you want to come here?”
“It's boring back home.”
“I have an idea. Why don't we order something, rent a movie then go home?”
Junho smiled, “Really?”
“Yeah, don't worry I'll pay.”
Junho flopped down on the couch as Chansung put the movie into the dvd player. He figured that the older boy would've taken his time to pick a movie, in that aspect, the twins were the same. He sat down next to Junho as he opened the pizza box. Chansung's stomach growled at him as he almost drooled when the scent filled his nose.
“Yah Chansung, are you going to admire it or eat it?” Junho chuckled.
“Ah, sorry.”
Chansung handed the small boy a plate with a couple pieces of pizza on it. They sat quietly and munched on the pizza, occasionally reaching for their drinks at the table.
“Ah, that was so good,” Junho moaned, rubbing his stomach.
The tall boy choked over his sixth slice as he looked at Junho.
“What's the matter?”
“You have sauce on your face.”
“Oh!”
“No, not there...” Chansung sighed after the small boy's fourth attempt, “Here, let me.”
Junho crawled over towards him, leaning close with his face inches from the tall boy's shoulder. Chansung grabbed a paper towel, wetting it and rubbing it against the older boy's cheek. Junho closed his eye as the tall boy wiped his face, making his cheek plumper. The younger boy started to rub too hard and Junho pressed his hand against Chansung's thigh.
“Sorry, it must have dried.”
“Aaah yaaaah,” Junho whined as the tall boy held his face.
“Hey, I'm home!” Jaeho shouted as he walked in the door. He raised a brow at the scene on him couch. Junho was on his hand and knees and Chansung's face was ridiculously close.
“Hi hyung!” Junho tried to say through squished cheeks.
“What are you two doing?”
“Junho got pizza sauce on his face... And it won't come off,” Chansung sighed, giving up.
Once he let go, Junho bounced off the couch and wrapped his arms tightly around Jaeho.
“Hey, that's my job,” the tall boy frowned.
“You took too long,” Junho smiled.
“Seems like you two got close fast,” Jaeho smiled.
“Mm,” the small boy grinned, “He's not as bad as you said he was hyung.”
Chansung's eyes widened as did Jaeho's, “I didn't say that!”
Junho giggled, “I'm going to go shower now. Hyung, there's leftovers for you if you want them.”
“So you two got close,” Jaeho smiled, dropping his jacket on the couch, crawling onto it and straddling the tall boy's hips. “You know, I'm kind of jealous. I want to get close too.”
Chansung smirked, sliding his hands down the smaller boy's hips and grabbing his ass. Jaeho gasped softly, grinding his hips and leaning forward. His lips were inches from the younger boy's as he teased him. He could feel Chansung panting softly against his lips, “Jaeho...”
“Chansung, I want you.”
“Mm,” the tall boy bit his lip, feeling Jaeho's crotch rub against his own, “I want you too.”
The older boy snaked his hand down Chansung's chest before moving lower and sliding it over his crotch. The tall boy bucked his hips, gasping softly. “Are you desperate?” Jaeho asked, whispering against the younger boy's lips.
“Yes... You always make me that way.”
Jaeho was about to slide his hand into Chansung's pants when the bathroom door open, “Ah sorry!” Junho shouted, running back into the bathroom and closing the door.
The oldest boy sighed, “I guess you'll have to stay desperate for a bit longer,” he smiled apologetically. “Will you stay again tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“In the bed?”
Chansung's lip twitched, “Yeah. Sorry, last night was... Unexpected. I'm sure I'll be able to sleep fine tonight... Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
The tall boy kissed Jaeho, “I might be too frustrated to sleep. I may just have my way with you while Junho is sleeping.”
Jaeho gasped, “Chansung-ah!”
There was a loud crash in the bathroom, causing both boys to look.
“Yah, are you okay Junho?!” Jaeho knocked on the door before walking in.
The small boy was standing in front of the sink, holding his wounded hand with gauze all over the floor.
“Junho! What happened to your hand?!”
Junho swallowed nervously, “I cut myself while I was washing dishes. Chansung-ah helped wrap it up because I passed out,” the small boy blushed. “I thought I could do it on my own but... It's not that easy.”
“Why did no one tell me?”
“I didn't want to trouble you hyung... You know I don't like attention.”
Jaeho sighed, “Okay. Let's wrap that up then.”
Junho apologized silently as he looked at Chansung. He knew the tall boy would be in trouble for not mentioning the incident too.
“Chansung-ahhhhh!” Junho shook the tall boy.
Chansung grumbled, wrapping his arm around the older boy's neck and pulling him into the pillow, “Not yeeet.”
“Ah I can't breathe Chansung-ah!” Junho wiggled his ass in the air, trying to escape. He pushed against Chansung's chest, his nose nudging it as the tall boy kept him close. Junho panted when he finally gave up.
The younger boy could feel Junho breathing against his neck, making him shiver, “Don't you get sick of trying to wake me up?”
“Not really...” the small boy mumbled.
“Mm, well then a few more hours then,” Chansung chuckled.
“No now!” Junho started to fight again.
Days went by and Junho and Chansung were become closer by the hour. They spent less time at home and more time together as Chansung acted as the tour guide in Seoul. Junho often joked about having a pen and paper to keep notes but the tall boy just ruffled his hair.
Jaeho sighed, flopping down on the couch next to Chansung, “I'm so tired... Sometimes I wish I could quit.”
“You can't quit,” the younger boy smiled softly, “The husband needs to keep the job while the housewife stays home to cook and clean.”
Jaeho chuckled, “Since when am I the husband? What husband bottoms?”
“This one,” Chansung smiled, grabbing his lover's cheeks to pull him in for a kiss. He settled himself between Jaeho's legs as the kiss deepened. He stroked the small boy's stomach before sliding his hand over his crotch.
Jaeho moaned against the tall boy's lips, “Mm Chansung, not tonight. I'm sorry.”
Chansung smiled, a bit disappointment, “It's fine, you're tired right? Let's go to bed.”
He sighed as he sat on the edge of the tub after everyone had fallen asleep. He had been spending less time with Jaeho over the past week and he was starting to get lonely. Sure, he enjoyed Junho's company but just leisurely hang outs wasn't something that he was needing. 'Is this what they call Blue Balls?' Chansung rolled his eyes before he slid his hand into his pants.
He could feel the sweat gathering at his forehead as his release was just seconds away. Chansung started to buck his hips into his hand, letting him know that it was just a couple more strokes. He fisted the tip before spilling his seed into his hand. He panted, rubbing the sticky mess between his fingers. He looked up just as the door opened with a sleepy Junho looking down at the floor. The small boy rubbed his eyes, standing in his pink ducky pajamas.
He blinked before looking up and his eyes widened, “I-I'm sorry!” Junho turned around bumping into the wall and hitting his head. He was about to leave when Chansung grabbed his wrist. “C-Chansung-ah?”
“Don't leave... Yet.”
Junho blushed, heat radiating from his body as the tall boy's fingers squeezed his wrist. “Is hyung... Not giving you any attention..? Is that why you're here?”
Chansung sighed, “He's tired... I'm not surprised, work holds him back.”
The small boy bit his lip before turning slowly. He fell back against the door when he realized how close Chansung was, “W-why am I still here?” he whispered.
Chansung swallowed the guilt that bubbling up his throat. He stepped forward, pinning Junho against the door before reaching out and stroking his face, “You guys are twins... You're a lot alike.”
“W-wait...” the older boy knew what Chansung was talking about, “You can't... It's just... I can't... Again.”
'Again?' Chansung shook the thought from his mind as he leaned in, pressing his lips against the smaller boy's. Junho gasped, allowing him the moment to slip his tongue inside the older boy's mouth. The small boy struggled but quickly gave up as Chansung sucked all his strength away with the kiss. He shuddered, gaining a new experience. Junho was nothing like Jaeho in this aspect but regardless, Chansung was enjoying this kiss.
Junho felt his knees buckle as he gripped onto the tall boy's shirt. Reality slapped him as he felt Chansung's tongue caress his own once more and he shoved the younger boy, “No! I can't do this to my brother!” Junho wiped his lips, “You should sleep in the living room.” He left the tall boy standing in the bathroom.
Chansung was surprised to find Junho waiting for him on a bench after school, “I didn't expect to find you here.”
The small boy played with his fingers, continuing to stare at the ground, “At first I thought that you were an asshole for betraying my brother so I didn't want to come but then I felt kind of lonely. I was thinking about you getting out of school and me not being here...”
“I didn't think you would. I honestly expected to walk home alone.”
Junho stood up, “Well you still can.” He turned around but Chansung snatched his arm and whipped him around, causing the small boy to fall into his chest.
“You don't have to leave. At the beginning,” Chansung sighed, still holding onto the older boy, “I didn't think we'd get along at all. I thought you were too clingy to Jaeho... But I see that's not true. I thought I'd have to pry you off of him.”
“I assume your thoughts changed...”
“The next day when you said you'd make me breakfast...”
“Your impression of me changed fast... All because of food.”
Chansung chuckled, “They do say that to win a man's heart is through his stomach... Or else where.” He cleared his throat when he felt Junho twitch in his arms, “You didn't act at all like I thought you would... You're not a bad person.”
“To be honest,” Junho gripped the tall boy's shirt, “I got kind of used to meeting you... I feel like your little brother. I get to hang out with you all the time too. You're like a replacement for hyung.”
The tall boy didn't like hearing that and he pulled away, “I don't think that's true... I think you miss Jaeho a lot.”
“I do but...”
“No buts,” Chansung pressed a finger to the small boy's lips.
“Hey!”
The two boys turned to see Jaeho walking towards them, “Speak of the devil,” Chansung smiled.
“Guess what?! I got the rest of the day off so we can hang out!”
“You're not tired?” the younger boy smirked, wrapping his arms around Jaeho, “Because you know, I could always take you to bed.”
“Funny, but I want to hang out with both of you tonight,” the older boy smiled.
Chansung watched from the other side of the bench as the twins conversed with each other. He found himself staring more at Junho than Jaeho. The oldest boy looked up, smiling at Chansung and catching his attention, “What do you think Chansung?”
The tall boy's eyes widened, “Hm? Sorry I must have blanked out.”
“Yah that's creepy, sleeping with your eyes open,” Junho mumbled.
“I wasn't sleeping...”
He stared at Jaeho, watching the older boy's lips move to form words. Sentences weren't forming in his head and he soon became disinterested in what his boyfriend was saying. He looked at Junho, the words instantly clicking, 'What? I love you?'
“Hyung,” Junho smiled, wiping the cream off the older boy's nose.
Chansung hadn't even noticed that their sundaes had arrived. He quickly dug into his food, the twins laughing at him when he got a brain freeze.
“I'll be right back, I'm going to the bathroom,” Junho said before sliding out of the booth.
“Chansung-ah, is everything alright? You seem quiet,” Jaeho whispered, placing his hand over the taller boy's.
“Sorry... It's just been so long since we got to hang out. I'm not really sure what to say.”
“Junho sure seems to have a lot to say. He's been telling me that you've been playing tour guide and that he wants to come back and visit.”
“Has he?”
“Yeah... You were sitting right there.”
Chansung blinked, “Oh.”
“Is there something on your mind?”
“I miss you.”
Jaeho laughed softly and blushed, “I'm right here.”
“No, I miss you Jaeho. I want... I wish we could go on a date, just you and me.”
“I know...” the older boy patted Chansung's hand.
“I want another one!” Junho shouted, sliding back into the booth.
“Yah wake up Chansung-ah! Time to get up!”
Chansung smirked, grabbing the smaller boy and pulling him close, “What have I told you Junho? I'm not getting up unti-”
“It's Jaeho.”
The tall boy opening his eyes, looking down at Jaeho in his arms, “S-sorry... It was beginning to be a habit.”
“I guess you guys are getting close.”
Chansung felt his heart pound in his chest and he hoped that the other boy couldn't feel it, “Wait, why are you home? You didn't get fired, did you?” he suddenly sat up, “Is everything alright?!”
Jaeho smiled, “Always thinking in the negative. I took the day off Chansunggie.”
“But why?”
“So I could spend the day with you,” he chuckled, nudging the pillow.
A smile crept onto Chansung's face as he leaned closer and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, “So, you decided to stay home. Maybe we should just spend your day off in bed.” Just as he moved to kiss the older boy, Jaeho sat up.
“Nope! We're going on a date!”
“This date doesn't involve shopping, does it?”
“It might.”
Chansung sighed, rolling away.
“Come onnnn, get up. I'll make it worth it, don't worry.”
Chansung dragged his feet as Jaeho entered the fifth store, carrying eight bags. He plopped down in one of the fancy leather seats as Jaeho disappeared into the changeroom. Chansung hadn't even noticed what the smaller boy had grabbed until he stepped out and his jaw dropped.
“How do I look?” the older boy whispered.
Jaeho stood in the changeroom, wearing nothing with simple black briefs. Chansung left the chair in an instant and pushed the older boy into the change room and closed the door behind him. He pressed himself against Jaeho, pressing his hard length against the smaller boy's thigh.
“Do I look that good?”
“Think of it this way,” Chansung smirked, stroking the other boy's cheek, “You're not even naked yet... And you haven't touched me.”
Jaeho chuckled before his lips were devoured in a needy kiss. He wrapped his arms around Chansung's neck before dragging his nails against it. He moaned when the tall boy ground his hips into his own, shoving him against the wall. A shudder rippled through his body when Chansung squeezed his soft backside, giving it a rough massage.
“Shit Jaeho, I want you so bad.”
The older boy panted against Chansung's lips as the tall boy lifted him, “We can't... Not here. Let me get dressed and-” he was cut off as the younger boy kissed him desperately again, “Chansung... Stop. Get out.”
“W-what?”
“So I can change,” Jaeho smiled, “Then we can go somewhere else.”
“Not shopping right?”
“No, not shopping.”
The two boys barely had time to step into the hotel room room before Jaeho found himself on his back on the bed. His clothes were ripped off his body and Chansung massaged his erection through his briefs. The tall boy twitched, an image suddenly flashing in his mind. He shook it off as he kissed a trail down Jaeho's stomach. A hard, toned abdomen greeted his lips before his tongue snaked out between his lips to lick the older boy's belly button.
“Ah Chansung-ah,” Jaeho moaned, making the tall boy twitch again.
Chansung quickly stripped the smaller boy of his underwear, throwing it to the floor before wrapping his fingers around Jaeho's leaking cock. He flicked the tip with his tongue, running the flat muscle over it before pulling it into his mouth. The older boy moaned, gripping the sheets beneath him. Chansung used his lips to pump the other boy's cock, stroking it quickly. He let it go with a pop and tightened his fingers around it. He felt Jaeho grab his wrist suddenly, making him halt his actions.
“W-why'd you stop?” the older boy panted.
“Sorry...” He took Jaeho in his mouth once more, bobbing his head up and down. Chansung felt the small boy's fingers in his hair, his nails scrapping against his head.
“S-shit Chansung stop, I'm going to cum.”
Chansung ignored the older boy, stroking the hard shaft quickly with his mouth. His tongue lapped at the tip before Jaeho moaned deep in his throat. The small boy bucked his hips into Chansung's mouth, spilling his seed down his throat. He choked a bit before swallowing.
“C-Chansung... Why did you - yah!” Jaeho sat up as the tall boy quickly got off the bed and went into the bathroom, “What's wrong?” he asked, knocking on the door.
Chansung put his hand over his chest, feeling his heart pound against his ribs. He licked his lips, still tasting Jaeho but images of another face flashed in his mind, “No...” He shook his head, sliding onto the floor as the older boy continued to pound on the door.
He opened the door to the bathroom, unsure what to feel guilty for; leaving his boyfriend for almost an hour while he knocked on the door or leaving before sex. Chansung looked up, seeing Jaeho sitting on the edge of the bed fully dressed. Neither boy said anything as Chansung joined him, “I'm sorry,” the tall boy whispered.
“What was all that about Chansung? You really scared me.”
Chansung put his head in his hands, “This is going to make me sound guilty either way...” he sighed, “That first night that Junho came over, I thought he was you because - well who else was going to be in your bed? I started to touch him...” Chansung looked at his hands, “I touched his chest... I almost kissed him... He moaned and whined... J-just now... When you - when we...”
“You thought of Junho.”
The tall boy's head was in his hands again.
“Was that the only time?”
“Of course!” Chansung's eyes widened, feeling offended.
“Then why would you think of it? Do you want to have sex with Junho?”
“What, no!”
“Are you sure?”
Chansung could see the seriousness in the older boy's eyes but he looked back confused. “I've never thought of Junho is any such way... Ever.”
Jaeho touched the younger boy, gliding his finger down his arm and making Chansung shiver, “How are you feeling... Now?”
'Horrible,' Chansung thought when the memory of kissing Junho snuck into his head. He gasped suddenly when something warm and wet encased his cock. He looked down, seeing Jaeho between his legs. Chansung threw his head back when the older boy nipped at the tip of his length. His hips started to move on their own as they thrust into Jaeho's mouth.
He felt like it was Jaeho's goal to keep his mind off Junho and it was working. Chansung bit down on his lip and closed his eyes as the older boy sucked on him. His muscles rippled as Jaeho swirled his tongue around the tip.
“Fuck Jaeho stop...”
The older boy raised a brow but wasn't left questioning for long before he was thrown onto the bed and a tongue invaded his mouth. Jaeho arched off the bed, feeling the tall boy's hard length press against his thigh. He was quickly stripped before Chansung settled between his legs; the both of them naked finally.
They panted against one another as Chansung rolled his hips, pressing their cocks together and grinding. “C-Chansung-ah, just put it in already.”
The tall boy nodded, reaching between them to grab the base of his cock. He skipped the preparation, due to their desperation, and thrust himself inside Jaeho. The older boy groaned, throwing his head back against the pillow. It stung a bit and Jaeho dismissed it before not having sex in such a long time but Chansung thought otherwise. His cock swelled even more, not only from the lack of sex but the build up. He had been so ready before he escaped to the bathroom and now it was threatening to make him explode.
Chansung didn't take it slow at all as he pounded mercilessly into the small boy, hearing him whimper in slight pain. His hips moved uncontrollably as they snapped against Jaeho's. He lifted the older boy's hips off the bed before leaning forward to kiss Jaeho for a needy kiss. The small boy moaned against his lips, making Chansung do the same.
Jaeho squeezed the tall boy's cock tighter as he reached between them to stroke his own throbbing length. His hips bucked off the bed, driving Chansung deeper as he thrust into him. “Ah Chansung, too fast!” Jaeho whined. The tall boy was driving him too close to the edge too quickly but he could feel the need for release building up to fast.
Chansung panted, “Oh god, I can't fucking take it anymore Jaeho,” he said, starting to speed his hips up even more. He latched his teeth onto the small boy's earlobe, biting softly and making Jaeho arch off the bed.
“I'm going to cum Chansung!”
“I know, I can feel it,” he whispered into the older boy's ear, feeling his muscle clamp down around his cock. He panted against Jaeho's neck before grunting and jerking his hips forward. His length twitch inside the small boy as it erupted inside him, filling Jaeho with his seed.
The older boy squeezed the base of his cock as he pumped himself quickly. He rolled his hips, still milking Chansung's cock before his own shot white ribbons onto his stomach. “Ah!” Jaeho bit his lip, stroking the last bits of cum from his shaft. He opened his eyes, seeing Chansung's watching him stroke his cock lazily. He smirked before picking some up on his finger and bringing it to the tall boy's mouth. Chansung wrapped his lips around the sticky finger before pressing his tongue against it. He moaned sending vibrations through the older boy's hand. “I love you.”
Chansung smiled, pulling the smaller boy's finger from his mouth, “I love you too.” He leaned over, kissing Jaeho passionately before rolling onto his side.
“Chansung-ah, can you get me a-” the older boy paused, smiling as he noticed Chansung to be sleeping. He stroked the sweaty bangs out of the tall boy's face, “I hope you only think of me... It's not fair that everyone leaves me for Junho.”
“Hyung! Hyung!”
Chansung could hear it faintly, followed by the sound of soft pounding. As he woke up slowly, the sound became louder and it was then that he realized there was someone knocking on their door. Chansung got up, pulling on his pants before opening the door.
“Hyu-”
The tall boy blinked sleepily before rubbing the haze from his eyes, “Junho? What are you doing here? How did you know we were here?”
A tear ran down Junho's cheek before he pushed passed the tall boy, “Hyung! How could you do that?! I didn't think you were this desperate! If you wanted time alone all you had to do was say so! If you want me to leave, I can do that!” The small boy was about to stomp off when Jaeho scrambled off the bed in the nude. He grabbed Junho, pulling him into his arms from behind.
“No, that's not it... I'm sorry Junho, it was an impulse thing, honestly.”
“No! I get it! I'll leave today!”
“Junho please.”
“No one wants me around!”
Jaeho squeezed his brother harder, forcing the tears from his eyes, “They yelled at you again, didn't they?”
“It doesn't matter, I get it.”
“You don't,” Jaeho sighed, “You're letting what they say bother you. I told you before that you could come see me anytime when you needed a break.”
“How can you say that hyung... After what I did, I don't deserve any kindness.”
Chansung sighed, “Excuse me but, can someone tell me what's going on?”
The twins looked at the tall boy, “Well,” Jaeho sighed, “Junho... I mean, a couple years back, I met this girl... We got to be good friends and soon we started dating. Not long after, I was going to propose. I thought she was the one...” his grip tightened on Junho tightened.
“Hyung came to tell me about his proposal when he found me and... Her together... In my bed.”
Chansung's eyes widened, “What?”
“Junho was secretly seeing her behind my back. After that I completely broke off any plans I had. Our parents found out, as much as we tried to keep it a secret. They started harassing Junho, blaming him and saying that he ruined my life.”
“But it's true hyung,”
“It's not true Junho.”
“No... It is,” the small boy turned, looking at Jaeho, “I've never told you this before but.... The reason I slept with her wasn't because I loved her...” Junho bit his lip, “I loved you.”
“What do you mean Junho?”
“I got jealous when you started spending so much time with Miho. All you did was talk to her and it was getting to the point that I didn't even want to see you anymore. I easily seduced her and-”
Jaeho slapped the younger boy, the action silencing him. Junho stared at the floor with wide eyes, tears threatening to spill over.
“You slept with her because you were in love with me?”
“Yes,” Junho closed his eyes as his brother's palm found his cheek again, “I wanted you all to myself,” he cried. “I know she wasn't a bad person and I ruined her... I ruined you... This is why.... This is why I shouldn't-” Junho gasped when Jaeho embraced him.
“Don't ever think you shouldn't be in my life. Whether you love me as a brother... Or not, I still want you in my life.” He could feel Junho's tears against his arm.
“You must hate me.”
“I don't. I'm a little shocked and angry, but I don't hate you Junho.”
“You're not disgusted?”
“Why would I be?”
“Because we're brothers.”
Jaeho smiled, stroking the younger boy's cheek, “So?”
Chansung cleared his throat, “Should I leave?”
“N-no, actually, there's something I should say...” Junho looked at his brother, feeling guilty. Chansung stood horrified as he thought that the small boy might confess about his forceful kiss, “I'm not going to lie or keep it in. I like you Chansung.”
The tall boy blinked in confusion.
“I like both of you... Chansung, when I said that you were like a replacement, I meant for the love in my heart. I was half lying when I said that I felt like your younger brother. I know it's been almost a year since I've last seen you hyung,” Junho turned to the older boy, “I was trying to get rid of my feelings for you. I was hoping by the next time that I'd see you, I wouldn't feel jealous or angry when you found someone but mother and father... I couldn't take it.”
“Junho, I'm going to ask you a question. Can you answer me honestly?”
The small boy nodded.
“Which one of us do you love the most right now?”
Junho's eyes widened, “D-do I really have to answer?”
“I'd like you to, please.”
He stared at the floor in nervousness. Junho wanted to be honest but he didn't want to be. Jaeho stroked his arm gently to comfort him, “To be honest... When I saw you for the first time, I wanted to be with you so bad... I saw you so happy with Chansung and I didn't like it... But then I got to know him and...”
“You love Chansung.”
Tears rolled down the small boy's face.
“I understand. Junho, how about for one night, we stay together.”
“Stay together?”
Jaeho looked at the tall boy. “What?... That's a little crazy Jaeho, are you thinking straight?”
“Not really. I don't know what else to do.”
Chansung sighed, closing the distance between him and the twins. He wrapped his arms around the two of them, pinning Junho between them, “What he means is, we sleep together.”
“W-what? No, I can't. There's no way,” Junho shook his head, still trapped, “I said I'd never-”
“Relax Junho, I said it's okay.”
The small boy looked at Jaeho before looking up into Chansung's eyes. The tall boy gave a slight nod, signalling that it was okay from him too.
“I can't believe you agreed to sleep with Junho... Your own flesh and blood,” Chansung whispered, feeling Junho shuffle against his arm.
“I felt like it was the right thing to do,” Jaeho sighed, wrapping his arm around the small boy's waist, “Yah Chansung, what if Junho moved in with us?”
“That would cause a whole lot of trouble.”
“You wouldn't be frustrated.”
Chansung swallowed nervously, taking a moment to reply, “Would you rather me think of Junho while we made love?” He could see Jaeho purse his lips out of the corner of his eye, making him smirk.
“We could still try it.”
The tall boy sighed, “Okay, but if anything bad happens, just remember, it's all your fault.”
“I got it. Goodnight Chansung, Junho. I love you two.”
“I love you too,” Chansung smiled.
“I love both of you,” Junho whispered, surprising the two boys.
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Chansung comes to his boyfriends apartment and slips into his bed for some fun when he discovers his boyfriend has a twin.
NOTE: =_= sleepy... Fic ended weird, don't mind me. Nothing is detailed in this fic... sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Chansung kicked his shoes off quietly before sliding over the bed. He grinned as he crawled on top of a body that was hiding under the blankets and it groaned softly in response. He slipped his hand under the blanket, feeling under the shirt between them. A shudder escaped the lips just under Chansung's as he leaned closer. He tickled the sculpted abs, raising a brow, 'They feel a little pudgier than nomal...' Chansung shrugged, continuing to drag his fingers across the soft skin. He heard the person under him whimper and fingers wrapped around his wrist. Chansung's fingers lined the inside of the other person's waistband of their pants, giving the soft skin goosebumps. The small moan that escaped from the tiny mouth cause Chansung to stop. He pushed up onto his knees, glaring into the darkness to see better.
The small body stirred from underneath the covers, sitting up slowly. Chansung stared as the moonlight appeared over the small boy. He leaned in, squinting again before it hit him, “You're not Jaeho.”
“N-no, I'm Junho, his identical twin... But you seemed to tell the difference.”
“You may look like him... But you don't feel or sound the same.”
The two boys jumped and narrowed their eyes as light flooded the room, “Oh Chansung! You're already here, that's good.”
“Jaeho... You're home late,” Chansung frowned, turning and exposing the boy behind him.
“Oh, have you met Junho? He's my twin. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier,” Jaeho rubbed the back of his neck, “Junho is going to be staying with me for a few weeks. It was last minute planning and work got so busy that I wasn't able to contact you. You don't mind right?”
Chansung looked at the small boy in front of him, now getting a good look. There was no mistaking it, they really were identical twins. He wasn't used to seeing them as he stared at Junho; it impressed him that two people could be made almost exactly alike though he could vaguely point out the differences. Jaeho had stronger features, his eyes sharper as well as his jawline; he must have been the older twin.
“Junho,” Jaeho cut into his thoughts, “This is Chansung. He's my boyfriend,” the boy smiled, patting Chansung on the shoulder. Junho nodded, looking at Chansung nervously before looking down at his fingers. “I hope you don't mind if we all sleep together Junho,” Jaeho looked at his boyfriend, who shrugged, “I don't have another bed.”
“I don't mind... I'm used to sleeping with you hyung.”
The three boys settled in the bed and Chansung mentally grumbled about Junho squeezing in between them. Even with others in the bed, he might as well slept alone because he couldn't cuddle with Jaeho. The smallest boy shuffled around before laying close to Chansung. He sighed, rolling onto his side to face away from the two. He wrapped his arms around himself, a little cold from the lack of blankets. The room was silent except for the sound of soft breathing. 'Jaeho's already asleep,' Chansung thought, recognizing the breathing pattern of his boyfriend.
Chansung inhaled deeply, feeling sleep cloud his mind but arms wrapping around his waist pulled him back. Two small hands moved to his chest before he felt a body press itself against his back. “What are you doing?” he whispered. He didn't receive an answer but instead a blanket as it was pulled over his shoulder. The hands remained on his chest, squeezing tightly, “Yah.”
“Go to sleep babo.”
The tall boy's eyes widened, “Bab-”
“Don't wake up hyung.”
Chansung sighed as the hands never left. He pulled himself out from under the blankets and left the room. “It's bad enough we have to share the bed but I'm not dealing with him touching me,” he grumbled as he laid on the couch. He pulled the blanket on top of him before falling asleep.
“Chansung-ah... Yah Chansung-ah!”
The tall boy opened his eyes, sleep still making his vision blurry, “Jaeho?”
“No, it's Junho.”
Chansung blinked before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “What do you want?” he snarled.
“Hyung told me to wake you up or you'd miss school.”
“What time is it?”
“Eleven.”
“I still have a few hours before it starts,” Chansung sighed, attempting to roll over. He paused, noticing that his body was pinned against the couch. He looked down, seeing Junho's hips on top of his as he sat in his lap, “Why are you sitting on me?”
The small boy shrugged, “Shouldn't you get up? Hyung told me that you always wait to the last minute.”
“What else did hyung tell you?” Chansung asked sarcastically.
“That you guys have great sex.”
The tall boy's eyes widened as he stared into the dark, innocent orbs of Junho's eyes, “He didn't really tell you that, did he?”
“Does it matter? Would he be lying?”
“It's none of your business.” Chansung looked at the smaller boy, the question plaguing his mind, “How old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
'Same age as-'
“Are you stupid?”
Chansung blinked, “What?”
“I'm a twin. That makes both Jaeho and I the same age.”
The tall boy was beginning to dislike Junho more and more.
“You're only 18 though, right? Which makes me older than you.”
“So what of it?”
Junho smiled, shaking up the tall boy's nerves, “Nothing. Get up, I can make you something to eat. It's the least I can do for making you sleep out here.”
“You better make a feast then,” Chansung called out.
To his surprise, Junho had made a meal worth for four. Chansung ate three helpings of it and Junho saved the rest for Jaeho.
“So why are you here?”
Junho dropped the dirty fork in the sink, feeling the tall boy whisper in his ear by accident, “I-I... I wanted to visit my brother.”
“Really unexpectedly?”
The small boy kept his eyes towards the sink as Chansung leaned against the counter beside him, “I was getting sick of home. The rest is personal.” Junho threw the dish rag into the sink and walked out of the kitchen. He felt that Chansung was asking too much, despite not asking much at all. He stomped out of the room, having to return a few seconds later from his guilt of leaving a sink full of dirty dishes. Junho scrubbed angrily at the dishes, ignoring the tall boy's stare, “Don't you have somewhere to be?”
“Did I hit a nerve or something?” The small boy glared at the sink. “Because I don't want your stay here to be a fight between you and I. That would both unpleasant and uncomfortable and I'm sure Jaeho wouldn't like that.”
Junho was growing more angry with each word. He grabbed a sharp knife suddenly, “Ah!” he threw the blade back into the sink, drawing back his hand as blood spilt out.
“Are you okay?” Chansung asked, noticing the small boy was starting to wobble. Just as he stood next to Junho, the older boy fell into him, “Yah!”
“Honestly, fainting because of blood at this age,” the tall boy sighed, wrapping Junho's hand as the older boy was passed out on the bed. Chansung dragged his fingers around the wrapping, feeling how soft Junho's fingers were, “Your brother is going to kill me.”
The older boy sighed softly before turning onto his side, “Hyung... I love you,” he mumbled in his sleep. Chansung shook his head, about to get up when Junho snatched his wrist, “I'm sorry.”
The tall boy pulled Junho's hand away, “This is probably one of those things that is none of my business. Time for school.”
Chansung stretched out his tired limbs, “Class is getting so boring that all I do is sleep.” He smiled, “I wonder what Jaeho and I are going to do tonight. Maybe this time we won't be interrupt-” Chansung sighed, “Right... Junho.”
“What?”
The tall boy jumped, “What are you doing here?”
“Hyung told me that he'll be working late again so is it okay if we go out? It's boring at the apartment.”
Chansung blinked, looking at the other boy's clothes. Junho was dressed in stylish clothes and he himself - well he wasn't dressed to go out.
“Please?” Junho bit his lip.
The tall boy sighed, “Fine, where are we going?”
“The mall!” Junho suddenly smiled, surprising the younger boy, “Hyung talks about it a lot.”
Chansung stood shocked, the small boy's smile imprinted in his mind. Junho hadn't smiled since he had got there. The small gesture seemed to lift Chansung's mood instantly as Junho's eyes disappeared into tiny slits.
“Are you coming?”
“Y-yeah.”
Normally Chansung would always whine and complain when Jaeho took him out shopping. He hated it. When he went out shopping, he always knew what he wanted and he was out five minutes later. Jaeho liked to look through the whole store, if not at every item before leaving to walk into the one next door. This time was different as Junho smiled at him, drawing him closer. The small boy pulling his arm through Chansung's, looping them as they walked around. Junho stopped suddenly, feeling his stomach rumble.
“What's the matter?” Chansung asked.
“We should head back now. I'm hungry.”
“Why don't we just eat here?”
Junho fidgeted, “Because I didn't bring any money.”
The tall boy blinked, “Then why did you want to come here?”
“It's boring back home.”
“I have an idea. Why don't we order something, rent a movie then go home?”
Junho smiled, “Really?”
“Yeah, don't worry I'll pay.”
Junho flopped down on the couch as Chansung put the movie into the dvd player. He figured that the older boy would've taken his time to pick a movie, in that aspect, the twins were the same. He sat down next to Junho as he opened the pizza box. Chansung's stomach growled at him as he almost drooled when the scent filled his nose.
“Yah Chansung, are you going to admire it or eat it?” Junho chuckled.
“Ah, sorry.”
Chansung handed the small boy a plate with a couple pieces of pizza on it. They sat quietly and munched on the pizza, occasionally reaching for their drinks at the table.
“Ah, that was so good,” Junho moaned, rubbing his stomach.
The tall boy choked over his sixth slice as he looked at Junho.
“What's the matter?”
“You have sauce on your face.”
“Oh!”
“No, not there...” Chansung sighed after the small boy's fourth attempt, “Here, let me.”
Junho crawled over towards him, leaning close with his face inches from the tall boy's shoulder. Chansung grabbed a paper towel, wetting it and rubbing it against the older boy's cheek. Junho closed his eye as the tall boy wiped his face, making his cheek plumper. The younger boy started to rub too hard and Junho pressed his hand against Chansung's thigh.
“Sorry, it must have dried.”
“Aaah yaaaah,” Junho whined as the tall boy held his face.
“Hey, I'm home!” Jaeho shouted as he walked in the door. He raised a brow at the scene on him couch. Junho was on his hand and knees and Chansung's face was ridiculously close.
“Hi hyung!” Junho tried to say through squished cheeks.
“What are you two doing?”
“Junho got pizza sauce on his face... And it won't come off,” Chansung sighed, giving up.
Once he let go, Junho bounced off the couch and wrapped his arms tightly around Jaeho.
“Hey, that's my job,” the tall boy frowned.
“You took too long,” Junho smiled.
“Seems like you two got close fast,” Jaeho smiled.
“Mm,” the small boy grinned, “He's not as bad as you said he was hyung.”
Chansung's eyes widened as did Jaeho's, “I didn't say that!”
Junho giggled, “I'm going to go shower now. Hyung, there's leftovers for you if you want them.”
“So you two got close,” Jaeho smiled, dropping his jacket on the couch, crawling onto it and straddling the tall boy's hips. “You know, I'm kind of jealous. I want to get close too.”
Chansung smirked, sliding his hands down the smaller boy's hips and grabbing his ass. Jaeho gasped softly, grinding his hips and leaning forward. His lips were inches from the younger boy's as he teased him. He could feel Chansung panting softly against his lips, “Jaeho...”
“Chansung, I want you.”
“Mm,” the tall boy bit his lip, feeling Jaeho's crotch rub against his own, “I want you too.”
The older boy snaked his hand down Chansung's chest before moving lower and sliding it over his crotch. The tall boy bucked his hips, gasping softly. “Are you desperate?” Jaeho asked, whispering against the younger boy's lips.
“Yes... You always make me that way.”
Jaeho was about to slide his hand into Chansung's pants when the bathroom door open, “Ah sorry!” Junho shouted, running back into the bathroom and closing the door.
The oldest boy sighed, “I guess you'll have to stay desperate for a bit longer,” he smiled apologetically. “Will you stay again tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“In the bed?”
Chansung's lip twitched, “Yeah. Sorry, last night was... Unexpected. I'm sure I'll be able to sleep fine tonight... Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
The tall boy kissed Jaeho, “I might be too frustrated to sleep. I may just have my way with you while Junho is sleeping.”
Jaeho gasped, “Chansung-ah!”
There was a loud crash in the bathroom, causing both boys to look.
“Yah, are you okay Junho?!” Jaeho knocked on the door before walking in.
The small boy was standing in front of the sink, holding his wounded hand with gauze all over the floor.
“Junho! What happened to your hand?!”
Junho swallowed nervously, “I cut myself while I was washing dishes. Chansung-ah helped wrap it up because I passed out,” the small boy blushed. “I thought I could do it on my own but... It's not that easy.”
“Why did no one tell me?”
“I didn't want to trouble you hyung... You know I don't like attention.”
Jaeho sighed, “Okay. Let's wrap that up then.”
Junho apologized silently as he looked at Chansung. He knew the tall boy would be in trouble for not mentioning the incident too.
“Chansung-ahhhhh!” Junho shook the tall boy.
Chansung grumbled, wrapping his arm around the older boy's neck and pulling him into the pillow, “Not yeeet.”
“Ah I can't breathe Chansung-ah!” Junho wiggled his ass in the air, trying to escape. He pushed against Chansung's chest, his nose nudging it as the tall boy kept him close. Junho panted when he finally gave up.
The younger boy could feel Junho breathing against his neck, making him shiver, “Don't you get sick of trying to wake me up?”
“Not really...” the small boy mumbled.
“Mm, well then a few more hours then,” Chansung chuckled.
“No now!” Junho started to fight again.
Days went by and Junho and Chansung were become closer by the hour. They spent less time at home and more time together as Chansung acted as the tour guide in Seoul. Junho often joked about having a pen and paper to keep notes but the tall boy just ruffled his hair.
Jaeho sighed, flopping down on the couch next to Chansung, “I'm so tired... Sometimes I wish I could quit.”
“You can't quit,” the younger boy smiled softly, “The husband needs to keep the job while the housewife stays home to cook and clean.”
Jaeho chuckled, “Since when am I the husband? What husband bottoms?”
“This one,” Chansung smiled, grabbing his lover's cheeks to pull him in for a kiss. He settled himself between Jaeho's legs as the kiss deepened. He stroked the small boy's stomach before sliding his hand over his crotch.
Jaeho moaned against the tall boy's lips, “Mm Chansung, not tonight. I'm sorry.”
Chansung smiled, a bit disappointment, “It's fine, you're tired right? Let's go to bed.”
He sighed as he sat on the edge of the tub after everyone had fallen asleep. He had been spending less time with Jaeho over the past week and he was starting to get lonely. Sure, he enjoyed Junho's company but just leisurely hang outs wasn't something that he was needing. 'Is this what they call Blue Balls?' Chansung rolled his eyes before he slid his hand into his pants.
He could feel the sweat gathering at his forehead as his release was just seconds away. Chansung started to buck his hips into his hand, letting him know that it was just a couple more strokes. He fisted the tip before spilling his seed into his hand. He panted, rubbing the sticky mess between his fingers. He looked up just as the door opened with a sleepy Junho looking down at the floor. The small boy rubbed his eyes, standing in his pink ducky pajamas.
He blinked before looking up and his eyes widened, “I-I'm sorry!” Junho turned around bumping into the wall and hitting his head. He was about to leave when Chansung grabbed his wrist. “C-Chansung-ah?”
“Don't leave... Yet.”
Junho blushed, heat radiating from his body as the tall boy's fingers squeezed his wrist. “Is hyung... Not giving you any attention..? Is that why you're here?”
Chansung sighed, “He's tired... I'm not surprised, work holds him back.”
The small boy bit his lip before turning slowly. He fell back against the door when he realized how close Chansung was, “W-why am I still here?” he whispered.
Chansung swallowed the guilt that bubbling up his throat. He stepped forward, pinning Junho against the door before reaching out and stroking his face, “You guys are twins... You're a lot alike.”
“W-wait...” the older boy knew what Chansung was talking about, “You can't... It's just... I can't... Again.”
'Again?' Chansung shook the thought from his mind as he leaned in, pressing his lips against the smaller boy's. Junho gasped, allowing him the moment to slip his tongue inside the older boy's mouth. The small boy struggled but quickly gave up as Chansung sucked all his strength away with the kiss. He shuddered, gaining a new experience. Junho was nothing like Jaeho in this aspect but regardless, Chansung was enjoying this kiss.
Junho felt his knees buckle as he gripped onto the tall boy's shirt. Reality slapped him as he felt Chansung's tongue caress his own once more and he shoved the younger boy, “No! I can't do this to my brother!” Junho wiped his lips, “You should sleep in the living room.” He left the tall boy standing in the bathroom.
Chansung was surprised to find Junho waiting for him on a bench after school, “I didn't expect to find you here.”
The small boy played with his fingers, continuing to stare at the ground, “At first I thought that you were an asshole for betraying my brother so I didn't want to come but then I felt kind of lonely. I was thinking about you getting out of school and me not being here...”
“I didn't think you would. I honestly expected to walk home alone.”
Junho stood up, “Well you still can.” He turned around but Chansung snatched his arm and whipped him around, causing the small boy to fall into his chest.
“You don't have to leave. At the beginning,” Chansung sighed, still holding onto the older boy, “I didn't think we'd get along at all. I thought you were too clingy to Jaeho... But I see that's not true. I thought I'd have to pry you off of him.”
“I assume your thoughts changed...”
“The next day when you said you'd make me breakfast...”
“Your impression of me changed fast... All because of food.”
Chansung chuckled, “They do say that to win a man's heart is through his stomach... Or else where.” He cleared his throat when he felt Junho twitch in his arms, “You didn't act at all like I thought you would... You're not a bad person.”
“To be honest,” Junho gripped the tall boy's shirt, “I got kind of used to meeting you... I feel like your little brother. I get to hang out with you all the time too. You're like a replacement for hyung.”
The tall boy didn't like hearing that and he pulled away, “I don't think that's true... I think you miss Jaeho a lot.”
“I do but...”
“No buts,” Chansung pressed a finger to the small boy's lips.
“Hey!”
The two boys turned to see Jaeho walking towards them, “Speak of the devil,” Chansung smiled.
“Guess what?! I got the rest of the day off so we can hang out!”
“You're not tired?” the younger boy smirked, wrapping his arms around Jaeho, “Because you know, I could always take you to bed.”
“Funny, but I want to hang out with both of you tonight,” the older boy smiled.
Chansung watched from the other side of the bench as the twins conversed with each other. He found himself staring more at Junho than Jaeho. The oldest boy looked up, smiling at Chansung and catching his attention, “What do you think Chansung?”
The tall boy's eyes widened, “Hm? Sorry I must have blanked out.”
“Yah that's creepy, sleeping with your eyes open,” Junho mumbled.
“I wasn't sleeping...”
He stared at Jaeho, watching the older boy's lips move to form words. Sentences weren't forming in his head and he soon became disinterested in what his boyfriend was saying. He looked at Junho, the words instantly clicking, 'What? I love you?'
“Hyung,” Junho smiled, wiping the cream off the older boy's nose.
Chansung hadn't even noticed that their sundaes had arrived. He quickly dug into his food, the twins laughing at him when he got a brain freeze.
“I'll be right back, I'm going to the bathroom,” Junho said before sliding out of the booth.
“Chansung-ah, is everything alright? You seem quiet,” Jaeho whispered, placing his hand over the taller boy's.
“Sorry... It's just been so long since we got to hang out. I'm not really sure what to say.”
“Junho sure seems to have a lot to say. He's been telling me that you've been playing tour guide and that he wants to come back and visit.”
“Has he?”
“Yeah... You were sitting right there.”
Chansung blinked, “Oh.”
“Is there something on your mind?”
“I miss you.”
Jaeho laughed softly and blushed, “I'm right here.”
“No, I miss you Jaeho. I want... I wish we could go on a date, just you and me.”
“I know...” the older boy patted Chansung's hand.
“I want another one!” Junho shouted, sliding back into the booth.
“Yah wake up Chansung-ah! Time to get up!”
Chansung smirked, grabbing the smaller boy and pulling him close, “What have I told you Junho? I'm not getting up unti-”
“It's Jaeho.”
The tall boy opening his eyes, looking down at Jaeho in his arms, “S-sorry... It was beginning to be a habit.”
“I guess you guys are getting close.”
Chansung felt his heart pound in his chest and he hoped that the other boy couldn't feel it, “Wait, why are you home? You didn't get fired, did you?” he suddenly sat up, “Is everything alright?!”
Jaeho smiled, “Always thinking in the negative. I took the day off Chansunggie.”
“But why?”
“So I could spend the day with you,” he chuckled, nudging the pillow.
A smile crept onto Chansung's face as he leaned closer and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, “So, you decided to stay home. Maybe we should just spend your day off in bed.” Just as he moved to kiss the older boy, Jaeho sat up.
“Nope! We're going on a date!”
“This date doesn't involve shopping, does it?”
“It might.”
Chansung sighed, rolling away.
“Come onnnn, get up. I'll make it worth it, don't worry.”
Chansung dragged his feet as Jaeho entered the fifth store, carrying eight bags. He plopped down in one of the fancy leather seats as Jaeho disappeared into the changeroom. Chansung hadn't even noticed what the smaller boy had grabbed until he stepped out and his jaw dropped.
“How do I look?” the older boy whispered.
Jaeho stood in the changeroom, wearing nothing with simple black briefs. Chansung left the chair in an instant and pushed the older boy into the change room and closed the door behind him. He pressed himself against Jaeho, pressing his hard length against the smaller boy's thigh.
“Do I look that good?”
“Think of it this way,” Chansung smirked, stroking the other boy's cheek, “You're not even naked yet... And you haven't touched me.”
Jaeho chuckled before his lips were devoured in a needy kiss. He wrapped his arms around Chansung's neck before dragging his nails against it. He moaned when the tall boy ground his hips into his own, shoving him against the wall. A shudder rippled through his body when Chansung squeezed his soft backside, giving it a rough massage.
“Shit Jaeho, I want you so bad.”
The older boy panted against Chansung's lips as the tall boy lifted him, “We can't... Not here. Let me get dressed and-” he was cut off as the younger boy kissed him desperately again, “Chansung... Stop. Get out.”
“W-what?”
“So I can change,” Jaeho smiled, “Then we can go somewhere else.”
“Not shopping right?”
“No, not shopping.”
The two boys barely had time to step into the hotel room room before Jaeho found himself on his back on the bed. His clothes were ripped off his body and Chansung massaged his erection through his briefs. The tall boy twitched, an image suddenly flashing in his mind. He shook it off as he kissed a trail down Jaeho's stomach. A hard, toned abdomen greeted his lips before his tongue snaked out between his lips to lick the older boy's belly button.
“Ah Chansung-ah,” Jaeho moaned, making the tall boy twitch again.
Chansung quickly stripped the smaller boy of his underwear, throwing it to the floor before wrapping his fingers around Jaeho's leaking cock. He flicked the tip with his tongue, running the flat muscle over it before pulling it into his mouth. The older boy moaned, gripping the sheets beneath him. Chansung used his lips to pump the other boy's cock, stroking it quickly. He let it go with a pop and tightened his fingers around it. He felt Jaeho grab his wrist suddenly, making him halt his actions.
“W-why'd you stop?” the older boy panted.
“Sorry...” He took Jaeho in his mouth once more, bobbing his head up and down. Chansung felt the small boy's fingers in his hair, his nails scrapping against his head.
“S-shit Chansung stop, I'm going to cum.”
Chansung ignored the older boy, stroking the hard shaft quickly with his mouth. His tongue lapped at the tip before Jaeho moaned deep in his throat. The small boy bucked his hips into Chansung's mouth, spilling his seed down his throat. He choked a bit before swallowing.
“C-Chansung... Why did you - yah!” Jaeho sat up as the tall boy quickly got off the bed and went into the bathroom, “What's wrong?” he asked, knocking on the door.
Chansung put his hand over his chest, feeling his heart pound against his ribs. He licked his lips, still tasting Jaeho but images of another face flashed in his mind, “No...” He shook his head, sliding onto the floor as the older boy continued to pound on the door.
He opened the door to the bathroom, unsure what to feel guilty for; leaving his boyfriend for almost an hour while he knocked on the door or leaving before sex. Chansung looked up, seeing Jaeho sitting on the edge of the bed fully dressed. Neither boy said anything as Chansung joined him, “I'm sorry,” the tall boy whispered.
“What was all that about Chansung? You really scared me.”
Chansung put his head in his hands, “This is going to make me sound guilty either way...” he sighed, “That first night that Junho came over, I thought he was you because - well who else was going to be in your bed? I started to touch him...” Chansung looked at his hands, “I touched his chest... I almost kissed him... He moaned and whined... J-just now... When you - when we...”
“You thought of Junho.”
The tall boy's head was in his hands again.
“Was that the only time?”
“Of course!” Chansung's eyes widened, feeling offended.
“Then why would you think of it? Do you want to have sex with Junho?”
“What, no!”
“Are you sure?”
Chansung could see the seriousness in the older boy's eyes but he looked back confused. “I've never thought of Junho is any such way... Ever.”
Jaeho touched the younger boy, gliding his finger down his arm and making Chansung shiver, “How are you feeling... Now?”
'Horrible,' Chansung thought when the memory of kissing Junho snuck into his head. He gasped suddenly when something warm and wet encased his cock. He looked down, seeing Jaeho between his legs. Chansung threw his head back when the older boy nipped at the tip of his length. His hips started to move on their own as they thrust into Jaeho's mouth.
He felt like it was Jaeho's goal to keep his mind off Junho and it was working. Chansung bit down on his lip and closed his eyes as the older boy sucked on him. His muscles rippled as Jaeho swirled his tongue around the tip.
“Fuck Jaeho stop...”
The older boy raised a brow but wasn't left questioning for long before he was thrown onto the bed and a tongue invaded his mouth. Jaeho arched off the bed, feeling the tall boy's hard length press against his thigh. He was quickly stripped before Chansung settled between his legs; the both of them naked finally.
They panted against one another as Chansung rolled his hips, pressing their cocks together and grinding. “C-Chansung-ah, just put it in already.”
The tall boy nodded, reaching between them to grab the base of his cock. He skipped the preparation, due to their desperation, and thrust himself inside Jaeho. The older boy groaned, throwing his head back against the pillow. It stung a bit and Jaeho dismissed it before not having sex in such a long time but Chansung thought otherwise. His cock swelled even more, not only from the lack of sex but the build up. He had been so ready before he escaped to the bathroom and now it was threatening to make him explode.
Chansung didn't take it slow at all as he pounded mercilessly into the small boy, hearing him whimper in slight pain. His hips moved uncontrollably as they snapped against Jaeho's. He lifted the older boy's hips off the bed before leaning forward to kiss Jaeho for a needy kiss. The small boy moaned against his lips, making Chansung do the same.
Jaeho squeezed the tall boy's cock tighter as he reached between them to stroke his own throbbing length. His hips bucked off the bed, driving Chansung deeper as he thrust into him. “Ah Chansung, too fast!” Jaeho whined. The tall boy was driving him too close to the edge too quickly but he could feel the need for release building up to fast.
Chansung panted, “Oh god, I can't fucking take it anymore Jaeho,” he said, starting to speed his hips up even more. He latched his teeth onto the small boy's earlobe, biting softly and making Jaeho arch off the bed.
“I'm going to cum Chansung!”
“I know, I can feel it,” he whispered into the older boy's ear, feeling his muscle clamp down around his cock. He panted against Jaeho's neck before grunting and jerking his hips forward. His length twitch inside the small boy as it erupted inside him, filling Jaeho with his seed.
The older boy squeezed the base of his cock as he pumped himself quickly. He rolled his hips, still milking Chansung's cock before his own shot white ribbons onto his stomach. “Ah!” Jaeho bit his lip, stroking the last bits of cum from his shaft. He opened his eyes, seeing Chansung's watching him stroke his cock lazily. He smirked before picking some up on his finger and bringing it to the tall boy's mouth. Chansung wrapped his lips around the sticky finger before pressing his tongue against it. He moaned sending vibrations through the older boy's hand. “I love you.”
Chansung smiled, pulling the smaller boy's finger from his mouth, “I love you too.” He leaned over, kissing Jaeho passionately before rolling onto his side.
“Chansung-ah, can you get me a-” the older boy paused, smiling as he noticed Chansung to be sleeping. He stroked the sweaty bangs out of the tall boy's face, “I hope you only think of me... It's not fair that everyone leaves me for Junho.”
“Hyung! Hyung!”
Chansung could hear it faintly, followed by the sound of soft pounding. As he woke up slowly, the sound became louder and it was then that he realized there was someone knocking on their door. Chansung got up, pulling on his pants before opening the door.
“Hyu-”
The tall boy blinked sleepily before rubbing the haze from his eyes, “Junho? What are you doing here? How did you know we were here?”
A tear ran down Junho's cheek before he pushed passed the tall boy, “Hyung! How could you do that?! I didn't think you were this desperate! If you wanted time alone all you had to do was say so! If you want me to leave, I can do that!” The small boy was about to stomp off when Jaeho scrambled off the bed in the nude. He grabbed Junho, pulling him into his arms from behind.
“No, that's not it... I'm sorry Junho, it was an impulse thing, honestly.”
“No! I get it! I'll leave today!”
“Junho please.”
“No one wants me around!”
Jaeho squeezed his brother harder, forcing the tears from his eyes, “They yelled at you again, didn't they?”
“It doesn't matter, I get it.”
“You don't,” Jaeho sighed, “You're letting what they say bother you. I told you before that you could come see me anytime when you needed a break.”
“How can you say that hyung... After what I did, I don't deserve any kindness.”
Chansung sighed, “Excuse me but, can someone tell me what's going on?”
The twins looked at the tall boy, “Well,” Jaeho sighed, “Junho... I mean, a couple years back, I met this girl... We got to be good friends and soon we started dating. Not long after, I was going to propose. I thought she was the one...” his grip tightened on Junho tightened.
“Hyung came to tell me about his proposal when he found me and... Her together... In my bed.”
Chansung's eyes widened, “What?”
“Junho was secretly seeing her behind my back. After that I completely broke off any plans I had. Our parents found out, as much as we tried to keep it a secret. They started harassing Junho, blaming him and saying that he ruined my life.”
“But it's true hyung,”
“It's not true Junho.”
“No... It is,” the small boy turned, looking at Jaeho, “I've never told you this before but.... The reason I slept with her wasn't because I loved her...” Junho bit his lip, “I loved you.”
“What do you mean Junho?”
“I got jealous when you started spending so much time with Miho. All you did was talk to her and it was getting to the point that I didn't even want to see you anymore. I easily seduced her and-”
Jaeho slapped the younger boy, the action silencing him. Junho stared at the floor with wide eyes, tears threatening to spill over.
“You slept with her because you were in love with me?”
“Yes,” Junho closed his eyes as his brother's palm found his cheek again, “I wanted you all to myself,” he cried. “I know she wasn't a bad person and I ruined her... I ruined you... This is why.... This is why I shouldn't-” Junho gasped when Jaeho embraced him.
“Don't ever think you shouldn't be in my life. Whether you love me as a brother... Or not, I still want you in my life.” He could feel Junho's tears against his arm.
“You must hate me.”
“I don't. I'm a little shocked and angry, but I don't hate you Junho.”
“You're not disgusted?”
“Why would I be?”
“Because we're brothers.”
Jaeho smiled, stroking the younger boy's cheek, “So?”
Chansung cleared his throat, “Should I leave?”
“N-no, actually, there's something I should say...” Junho looked at his brother, feeling guilty. Chansung stood horrified as he thought that the small boy might confess about his forceful kiss, “I'm not going to lie or keep it in. I like you Chansung.”
The tall boy blinked in confusion.
“I like both of you... Chansung, when I said that you were like a replacement, I meant for the love in my heart. I was half lying when I said that I felt like your younger brother. I know it's been almost a year since I've last seen you hyung,” Junho turned to the older boy, “I was trying to get rid of my feelings for you. I was hoping by the next time that I'd see you, I wouldn't feel jealous or angry when you found someone but mother and father... I couldn't take it.”
“Junho, I'm going to ask you a question. Can you answer me honestly?”
The small boy nodded.
“Which one of us do you love the most right now?”
Junho's eyes widened, “D-do I really have to answer?”
“I'd like you to, please.”
He stared at the floor in nervousness. Junho wanted to be honest but he didn't want to be. Jaeho stroked his arm gently to comfort him, “To be honest... When I saw you for the first time, I wanted to be with you so bad... I saw you so happy with Chansung and I didn't like it... But then I got to know him and...”
“You love Chansung.”
Tears rolled down the small boy's face.
“I understand. Junho, how about for one night, we stay together.”
“Stay together?”
Jaeho looked at the tall boy. “What?... That's a little crazy Jaeho, are you thinking straight?”
“Not really. I don't know what else to do.”
Chansung sighed, closing the distance between him and the twins. He wrapped his arms around the two of them, pinning Junho between them, “What he means is, we sleep together.”
“W-what? No, I can't. There's no way,” Junho shook his head, still trapped, “I said I'd never-”
“Relax Junho, I said it's okay.”
The small boy looked at Jaeho before looking up into Chansung's eyes. The tall boy gave a slight nod, signalling that it was okay from him too.
“I can't believe you agreed to sleep with Junho... Your own flesh and blood,” Chansung whispered, feeling Junho shuffle against his arm.
“I felt like it was the right thing to do,” Jaeho sighed, wrapping his arm around the small boy's waist, “Yah Chansung, what if Junho moved in with us?”
“That would cause a whole lot of trouble.”
“You wouldn't be frustrated.”
Chansung swallowed nervously, taking a moment to reply, “Would you rather me think of Junho while we made love?” He could see Jaeho purse his lips out of the corner of his eye, making him smirk.
“We could still try it.”
The tall boy sighed, “Okay, but if anything bad happens, just remember, it's all your fault.”
“I got it. Goodnight Chansung, Junho. I love you two.”
“I love you too,” Chansung smiled.
“I love both of you,” Junho whispered, surprising the two boys.