Booties [Oneshot]
Title: Booties
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no Dong Bang booties T.T
Pairings: YunJae, YunJaeSu
Length: Oneshot
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of sex, a bit of language, chibi!Min
Summary: Junsu's babysitting clients have a question for him. But it turns out to be much more interesting than he imagined.
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Booties
Junsu waved brightly once the door opened. "Hey, Mr. Kim!"
Jaejoong opened the door wider and let him in. "Please, Junsu, call me Jaejoong."
Junsu nodded awkwardly as he stepped inside the house. "O-okay."
"How have your classes been going?" Jaejoong inquired, leading the younger down the hall.
"Okay, I guess. My professor relates everything about molecular structures back to fried chicken but I guess it keeps class interesting."
"You should buy him a chicken bucket. You might get an A out of it."
"Oh! That reminds me." Junsu stopped and reached inside his backpack, digging around inside til he found what he was looking for. "I brought a present."
Jaejoong gasped softly. "Are those...?"
"Booties!" Junsu squealed, cupping the tiny blue knit boots in his hands. "I saw them in the mall the other day and immediately thought of baby Changmin."
Jaejoong smiled warmly. "That's sweet, Su."
"Minnie's such a cutie." Junsu gushed, nuzzling the boots next to his cheek. "I can't wait to see him in them. Where is he?"
"Actually," Jaejoong said slowly, eyes wandering over the paint on the hallway walls. "He's at my mother's."
Junsu furrowed his brow with a confused laugh. "But...but I'm supposed to babysit today..."
"Junsu," A deeper voice beckoned from the living room and another man waved and gestured to the plush chair across from him. "Come sit down."
Looking from the other man to Jaejoong with wide, uncomprehending eyes, Junsu carefully made his way into the living room and took his seat, hands folded stiffly in his lap.
"Yunho and I would like to discuss something with you, Junsu," Jaejoong made himself comfortable on the couch, linking his arm with Yunho's, who's tie was loose and haphazard around his neck as if he had just come home early from work.
Yunho eyed him, rubbing his chin. "We weren't sure how you would react, so we thought it best to let the young one spend the night elsewhere just in case."
Junsu mumbled something at his lap, eyes glued to the floor.
Jaejoong leaned forward. "Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry!" Junsu blurted. He finally looked up at the other two, eyes brimming with tears. "Just tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it. Just...please don't fire me!"
Yunho and Jaejoong glanced at one another, bewildered. Yunho shook his head, "I think you've-"
"I love Changmin!" Junsu exploded, extremities floundering. "You might think I'm just saying that so I can keep this job but it's true! He's so cute and sweet and he's the best peek-a-boo player I've ever met."
Jaejoong tried with growing apprehension, "Su, calm down-"
"I promise there's no other sitter who can take care of your kid better than me. Okay, yes, sometimes I snack a little too much from your fridge but you can't fire me based on that!"
Jaejoong reached over the coffee table and clasped Junsu's frantic hands. "Su, baby, we're not firing you."
"You're...not?" Junsu sniffled. Pitifully.
The older man smiled warmly. "You're the best sitter we've ever had. We were even considering giving you a raise."
Yunho nudged him and said with a lower voice, "Jae, we've discussed this, honey. That might not go over well with our...request."
Jaejoong nodded with realization. "Right..."
"So..." Junsu's brow furrowed but his heart was no longer pounding between his ears. "Why am I here?"
With a bright, toothy smile, Jaejoong clung to his husband's arm. "We just want to ask you a question."
"Okay..." Junsu's eyes darted between the two. Jaejoong was smiling. Yunho seemed pleasant enough. And they had just admitted to considering giving Junsu a raise, so whatever this was about couldn't be too serious.
But why was Changmin staying at Jaejoong's mom's house? And was it really necessary to have an entire meeting just to ask Junsu a question? Couldn't they have just called? Did they think Junsu might hurt poor Minnie if they asked a question Junsu didn't like?
Jaejoong looked to Yunho as if for permission and Yunho nodded. Jaejoong clung tighter to his arm and flashed Junsu with a smile. "What would you say to participating with us in some...special activities?"
Activities? Junsu felt a prickling sensation in his brain. The kind he got when he did chemistry homework. Activities like charades? Junsu was really good at charades. And Monopoly.
Yunho added, "It's not something Min should be around for so on those days we can just dump him at Jae's mo-"
Jaejoong smacked him playfully. "Honey, we do not dump our child anywhere."
"I know, I know, I'm just saying..." Yunho nudged back, smiling a little.
"I don't get what you're asking me..." Junsu scratched his head. "Are you starting a neighborhood team or something? I'm pretty decent at soccer."
The other two exchanged a worried look.
"No, Su," Jaejoong toyed with the wedding band around his finger. "It's not that kind of game."
"Then what kind of game?"
Jaejoong shifted uncomfortably. "I...well-"
"Charades? I'm even better at that."
"It's not that kind of game either..."
Junsu suddenly snapped his fingers. "Monopoly!"
"No, no, it's not really a game." Jaejoong said with growing hesitance. "It's something fun... Just more...adult..."
Junsu tilted his head to the side. "Drinking...?"
He had considered himself closer to Yunho and Jaejoong than he was with his other clients but he wasn't aware that they were already on that kind of level of friendship. "I guess I could." Junsu gave a slow, shy smile. "But you guys didn't need to have a whole meeting just to ask me to hang out."
Jaejoong opened his mouth, then closed it before shooting Yunho a pleading look that probably got him out of all kinds of trouble on a regular basis.
Yunho sighed and leaned forward, elbows on his muscular thighs. "Junsu-"
"I-I'm not too good at drinking, though," Junsu admitted nervously. "But I could drink a little, I guess. Maybe some strawberry margaritas. That's not too manly, though, is it...?"
"Junsu, we-"
"Ah!" Junsu snapped again. "I could be your designated driver!"
"Junsu." Yunho was firm. "Stop."
Junsu shut up.
"We're not asking you to play soccer or go out drinking-"
"But that does sound nice!" Jaejoong interjected cheerfully.
When Yunho shot him a withering look, Jaejoong flinched and began examining the walls like he wasn't in trouble.
Yunho took a breath and started again. "Su, listen carefully."
Junsu nodded obediently.
"Don't be alarmed by what I'm about to ask you."
Junsu nodded slower this time. "I-"
"What was the first thing I said?" Yunho said patiently. Like he was lecturing a five-year-old.
Junsu lowered his head. "Listen carefully."
"Good." He took another deep breath. "Su..."
Junsu nodded, brows furrowed with focus.
"Would you be interested...in having sex with me and Jaejoong?"
Junsu nodded as he gathered information, absorbing all the details until he finally reached a state of utmost understanding. Interested...mhmm...Yunho and Jaejoong...uh-huh....Sex...yep... Wait. What?
Junsu blinked once. Then thrice. Then intermittently like a malfunctioning robot dipped underwater. He cocked his head to the side until his mind became clear and the gears almost audibly clicked in his head. When his eyes tripled in size as he jumped back in his chair, gawking at the two across from the them, Yunho and Jaejoong held a collective breath.
"W-W-W-WHAT?!?!?!!?!"
Gnawing on his lip, Jaejoong anxiously tugged at Yunho's sleeve. "Yunnie..."
"Don't feel obligated to say yes." Yunho added quickly. "You can still babysit Changmin either way. Like we said, you're the best babysitter."
Junsu's mind was temporarily out of order. "S-SE-S-SE-SE....SE-SE...."
Jaejoong tugged harder, borderline whining. "Yunnie, he's not taking it well..."
Yunho sighed. "I told you it would be more than just asking and taking our clothes off."
Jaejoong pouted. Junsu suddenly stood up rigid. "I have to go!"
Yunho's hand shot out. "Wait!"
Junsu froze.
Yunho pointed at the chair. "Sit..."
Junsu sat.
Jaejoong tugged. "What do we do? He hates us now."
"He doesn't hate us." Yunho reasoned logically. "He's just surprised."
Tug, tug. "Well, make him unsurprised."
Yunho ran a frustrated hand through his hair and groaned. "I knew you'd do this! This was your idea and now you're making me do all the work."
"You're the one that said he was cute!"
"And you're the one that said 'Let's fuck him.'"
"No, I said I wonder what he would sound like in bed."
Yunho nodded. "And then you said 'Let's fuck him.'"
Jaejoong opened his mouth in defense but nothing came out. He paused to think, then shut his mouth, crossing his arms to punctuate his vexation. "Well, you know I'm not good at these things. I come up with the ideas and you're the muscle."
"And I'm also the janitor when the shit hits the fan." Yunho deadpanned.
At this point, Jaejoong had run out of ammo. Thus, flustered and out of excuses, he resorted to pouting in epic proportions, lip thrust out, eyes like marbles and he practically sat in Yunho's lap, rendering the other defenseless, shaking his head at the floor and blushing a little in what was probably the most unfair tactic in couple's warfare known to utterly whipped mankind.
Meanwhile, Junsu sat frozen in his seat, growing paler by the minute like an unsightly, petrified statue.
Yunho glanced at him and his eyes went wide. "Junsu...? You okay?"
No response. His chest wasn't even rising and falling to signify that he was still amongst the living.
"Oh my..." Jaejoong covered his mouth. "I'll get some tea."
As he began to stand, Yunho grabbed his arm. "No! You'll never come back."
Jaejoong plopped back in his seat, arms crossed in a huff.
Yunho leaned closer, lowering his voice. "You still wanna fuck him, right?"
Jaejoong bit his lip, stealing a look at Junsu's stiff, ashen form. He nodded.
Yunho rubbed his arm gently. "Wanna hear him in our bed?"
Jaejoong nodded.
"Wanna touch him? Taste him? Make him cum?"
Jaejoong pushed him lightly. "Shush, he'll hear us. He's freaked out enough as it is."
Yunho threw a cursory glance at the younger and waved dismissively. "Nah, I think he's still broken."
Junsu's frozen, slack jaw and minimal to absence of breathing confirmed his hypothesis.
Yunho murmured in Jaejoong's ear. "If we handle this right, we can still get him to say yes. I just need you to stay by my side, okay, baby?"
Jaejoong smiled hopefully and clung like a barnacle to Yunho's arm. "I'm always here for you, Yunnie."
They kissed, a peck at first. But either Yunho or Jaejoong-neither could tell who and it wasn't like Junsu was a useful witness at the moment-came back for another, this time with hands, teeth and a whole lot of tongue and time went to mush before it could've been somewhere between 30 seconds to ten minutes before either came up for air.
It was now that Junsu blinked for the first time. He shook his head slightly as if gathering his senses and looked around the living room. Ah, I'm at baby Min's house. What was I doing here again?
One glance at the couple in front of him and it all came rushing back to him. "UMMMMMMM...."
Jaejoong jerked back, Yunho's tongue still trapped in his mouth. "Oh! Yunho..."
Yunho took note of Junsu's reincarnation and scooted back, adjusting his hair and semi-disheveled shirt. "Junsu. So, you, uh, ready to discuss this a little further?"
Junsu gingerly gestured at his chin. "You've got a little..."
"Oh. Right." Yunho wiped a bit of someone's saliva off his chin, of course with Jaejoong's loving help.
Yunho cleared his throat. "So, uh, where were we...?"
"Se-se...sex..." Junsu croaked.
"Right..." Yunho peered at him with growing concern. "I know this may sound a little strange but we've given this a lot of thought and we really like you, as our babysitter and a man-"
"A really cute man!" Jaejoong added helpfully.
"-so we just want you to understand that this isn't just a perverted impulse-"
"Of course not! You're not our babysitting whore."
"-and we're truly interested in taking our relationship with you to the next level-"
"We like you, Junsu!"
"-And besides, this isn't just for us. It's for you, too. You like us, right?"
Junsu made a couple dry, gasping noises but no words came out.
Jaejoong frowned. "Maybe I should get that tea."
"No, no, I'm fine." Junsu said finally, a little hoarse but audible. He swallowed a couple more times to wet his throat. "Um...yes...I like you two. But before today I never thought of you guys as more than friends."
"But we're more than just your clients?" Jaejoong asked hopefully.
Junsu nodded tentatively to which Jaejoong giggled.
"But you've never thought of us as more than friends?" Yunho's brow wrinkled in worry.
Junsu chewed on his lip. "Well...you're still my babysitting clients. Something like that doesn't seem professional...or logical."
"So, it's never crossed your mind even for just a second?"
"Well..." Junsu was slowly turning an unnatural shade of burgundy.
Yunho peered at him. "Never had any dreams about Jae or-?"
"Once." Junsu squeaked.
Two pairs of eyebrows shot up. "Really now?" Jaejoong leaned forward, chin propped up on his hand.
Junsu fidgeted. "Well...it was me and Yunho. And we..." He gulped loudly as if that alone were enough to illustrate. Yunho and Jaejoong received the message loud and clear. "Then, um, Jaejoong made us breakfast in the morning. And then Yunho went to work and I was helping Jaejoong with the dishes and...then he was staring at me and his hand was... But then I woke up."
"Sounds like a nice dream." Jaejoong leaned his head on Yunho's shoulder, watching the youngest with a tiny smile playing on his lips.
"So you find us attractive." Yunho concluded, pleasantly satisfied.
"Um...yes...you two are...yeah."
"Attractive?" Jaejoong beamed.
Junsu just nodded stupidly.
"You're not just saying that?" Jaejoong frowned.
Junsu parted his lips but his mouth had gone dry again so he just shook his head uselessly but Jaejoong seemed contented enough.
"What do you like about Jae?" Yunho prompted. He took his husband by the chin, displaying his face for Junsu.
"Um..." Junsu stared, wide-eyed. "Everything?"
"Specifically."
Jaejoong nodded fervidly in Yunho's hand. "Yeah, specifically."
"Like his eyes. What do you think?"
Junsu shifted in his seat. "They're...pretty."
Jaejoong mouthed a very satisfied 'Thank you.'
"And...?" Yunho encouraged, turning Jaejoong's head for a better angle. "What about his lips?"
Fiddling with his hands, Junsu took to staring at the wooden floor tiles. "They're...pink."
"And...?"
"And nice-looking?"
"Go on."
"...Like they might taste like strawberries."
Jaejoong licked his lips slow. "Wanna find out?"
Yunho tapped him. "Tone it down, baby. Not yet." He turned to Junsu. "They taste more like cookies to me but you might have a different experience."
"Yunho tastes like Poptarts."
"Next, we'd like to assure you that-Poptarts?"
Jaejoong nodded. "Poptarts."
"I do not taste like Poptarts."
"Whatever. You can't taste yourself like I do, anyway."
"At least a cherry-flavored streusel but not a Poptart."
"Wanna bet?"
"You're on."
Both leaned forward and entrapped each other in a deep kiss. All Junsu saw was tongue and spit and he could've sworn he got a little of it on his cheek. It was uncomfortable. But strangely, it wasn't a completely unpleasant discomfort. Junsu crossed his legs, cheeks burning.
Yunho parted with a decisive lick across the other's lips and pulled back with a furrowed brow. "You sure?"
Jaejoong wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "Positive."
"But you hate Poptarts." Yunho mumbled gruffly.
Jaejoong smiled coyly. "Not on you."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"It makes plenty of sense! A Poptart out of the box tastes like awkward, fruity cardboard. A Poptart on your face tastes like heaven."
Yunho stared at him.
Jaejoong blew a kiss.
There was a long pause. Yunho shook his head. "So anyway-"
"I wonder what Junsu would taste like..."
"-we just want to assure you that-"
"Butterscotch!"
"-we won't be doing anything kinky."
Junsu gulped. "Kinky?"
"Well, a threesome is already pretty kinky, wouldn't you say?" Jaejoong commented thoughtfully, tapping his chin.
Yunho scratched his head. "Well, yeah but we're not gonna tie him up or anything."
"Yet." Jaejoong licked his lips.
"Um..." Junsu rasped.
"Don't scare him, baby." Yunho chided him gently.
"Umm..."
"Maybe Junsu's already into that kind of stuff but he's just too shy to say it." Jaejoong shrugged.
Yunho turned to the younger man. "What are you interested in doing?"
"Besides me." Jaejoong winked.
Yunho shushed him while Junsu swallowed several more times and tugged at his hair so much it became a flustered mess. "I don't...know..."
"Well, what do you normally like?" Yunho prodded encouragingly.
"Uh..." Junsu realized he'd been biting his lip so hard he nearly broke skin. "Kissing...I guess."
"Of course." Jaejoong chuckled.
"And, um...touching?"
"That's a given."
"And.........blowjobs......"
Jaejoong clapped excitedly. "I love blowjobs! Yunho gives the best."
"Jae's are better."
"What's your experience with blowjobs?" Jaejoong made the question sound almost normal.
Junsu blinked. "My experience?"
"Yes. Your experience."
"Um, I...had few boyfriends in the past. But I wouldn't say I'm 'experienced,' per se..."
Jaejoong waved dismissively. "Don't underestimate yourself. Look at those lips! Those were made for sucking."
Junsu choked.
"What about nipples?"
"What about what?" Junsu sputtered.
"Nipples." The eldest repeated. "Do you like licking?"
"...Yes..."
"Rubbing?"
"Mmmff."
"Biting?"
"Not really..."
"Then no nipple biting." Jaejoong made a mental note.
Yunho bit his lip and looked at the floor. Jaejoong quickly kissed his cheek. "Don't worry, Yunnie. We'll still bite your nipples til they're cute and pink. Is that alright, Su?"
"Um, well...I dunno if I'm comfortable with that....."
"Mmm. No nipples for Su. Giving or receiving." Jaejoong nodded. "Then your nipples will be all mine, Yunnie." He nuzzled Yunho's neck. Yunho grinned.
"What's the kinkiest toy you've ever use?" Jaejoong asked casually.
Junsu's eyes flew wide open.
"Don't worry!" Yunho quickly assured him. "We'll go slow with you our first few times.
"We won't push you to do anything you don't want to do." Jaejoong added.
"But just know that Jaejoong does have sort of...a collection."
"I organize them all by function, color and size." Jaejoong beamed.
Junsu crossed and uncrossed his legs. "Um...I used ribbed condoms. Once."
Jaejoong blinked. "That's all?"
"They were pineapple-flavored!"
"Su, Su, Su," Jaejoong tsked. "I have so much to teach you. But only if you want to learn!"
Junsu stared at him, unsure if he should run or be thrilled.
"Let's see, what else is there...?" Yunho mused.
Then suddenly the couple looked at each other, snapped their fingers and said in unison, "Location."
"What's the dirtiest place you've had sex?" Jaejoong leaned forward excitedly.
"Come on, he's only ever used ribbed condoms that taste like fruits. Once." Yunho pointed out.
"Maybe he used ribbed condoms that taste like fruits in an elevator. Once."
Both turned to Junsu. "So?"
Junsu rubbed the back of his neck. It was awfully hot in here. "I, uh, used a hot tub. Once."
"With the pineapple condom?" Yunho raised an eyebrow.
"Ah, no..."
He shrugged. "Not bad.
"Yunho has a bit of an exhibitionist fetish." Jaejoong lovingly squeezing his husband's hand. "Would you totally mind if Yunho popped up at your university some days and just fucked you in a supply closet next to a classroom?"
"I.....I'll get back to you on that...."
"It's okay. No rush." Jaejoong smiled reassuringly. "We'll just start with sex in the kitchen with the windows open and then work our way up. Or is that too much for you?"
"Um, that's okay, I guess."
"Great! Now," Jaejoong's tone suddenly went serious. He and Yunho exchanged a look. "For the most important question."
Both slowly leaned forward and Junsu instinctively leaned back while the other two stared at him intently.
"Are you a top or bottom?" Jaejoong asked cautiously.
Junsu's eyes darted between the two of them watching him. A layer of apprehension hung in the air. "Bottom...mostly."
Jaejoong dropped his head to the floor and Yunho pumped a fist into the air. "Yes! I told you that ass was made for banging! You owe me twenty bucks!"
"He said mostly." Jaejoong grumbled. "So you only get ten."
"Mostly means more often than not, so I at least get fifteen."
"Fine!"
"Don't worry, Junsu. I'll take good care of you." Yunho grinned.
"Me, too." Jaejoong winked.
"So, it's settled!" Yunho announced and stood up. "We'll give you a little tour of our bedroom. And our master bathroom. We'll probably spend a lot of time there, too."
"We have a hot tub, too." Jaejoong winked again, following Yunho toward the stairs.
"Wait." Junsu remained seated. "I haven't actually said yes."
There was a long pause. Yunho and Jaejoong looked at each other.
"I thought you liked us." Jaejoong chewed on a fingernail.
"I do..."
"Is there anything else we can do to make you more comfortable?" Yunho asked, concerned. "Wanna try doing us one at a time or...?"
"It's just..." Junsu clutched Changmin's baby booties. "This is so weird. It all feels so sudden."
Jaejoong knelt down in front of him, kind hands on Junsu's knees. "We know, baby. But this is what we want." He smiled mischievously. "And don't deny that part of you that wants this, too."
Junsu avoided his gaze, biting his lip. "But...why me? You could've chosen anyone. I'm not even that good at sex..."
Taking the tiny knit shoes out of Junsu's hands and placing them on the coffee table, Jaejoong took his hands into his own and squeezed. "We chose you because we like you." He smiled warmly. "Simple. This isn't just about sex. This is a relationship." He paused. "With sex."
"And come on. Not good at sex? That rump could do all the work for you." Yunho muttered more to himself than anything.
Junsu looked from Jaejoong's inviting smile to Yunho who appeared to be lost in thought. These gorgeous, affectionate people wanted him in their lives. In their bed. And quite possibly in Junsu's university's supply closet.
Was this a catastrophic disaster waiting to happen? Or could this be something Junsu had secretly wanted since the first day he'd met Jaejoong's friendly countenance and Yunho's infallible confidence?
"Okay."
"Really? You'll do it?" Jaejoong's eyes glittered.
Junsu nodded timidly. He sputtered with little grace when Jaejoong planted an abrupt celebratory kiss on his cheek.
Smiling broadly, Yunho held out his hand. "Let's get started."
Just when Junsu worked up the nerve to reach out for Yunho's hand, he heard a door from down the hallway open and close and footsteps leading into the living room. A man with long, perfectly unkempt hair breezed by.
"Hey." He waved casually.
"Hi, Yoochunnie!" Jaejoong chirped.
"We still doing this?" Yoochun pointed at the video camera in his hand.
The couple nodded. "Yep. He said it's okay."
"Cool. I'll go ahead and set up." And he headed up the stairs, taking two at a time.
It took a moment for the two to notice Junsu was staring with glassy, baffled eyes.
"He's Jae's friend." Yunho explained. "He'll be filming but don't worry about it. We're just helping out with his business. That's okay, right?"
Junsu just nodded, dazed.
"Come on!" Jaejoong pulled Junsu up from his seat. "I wanna taste your butterscotch!" To punctuate, he smacked Junsu on the ass.
"Remember, this is his first time with us, so tone it down." Yunho reminded him.
"Too late. I'm already half hard." Jaejoong jumped on Yunho's back as he headed up the stairs. "Onward to the butterscotch Poptart cookies!"
Junsu fidgeted with his hair and shirt as he followed the others up the stairs. He'd left his dorm expecting to spend the night with a giggling baby, not that baby's giggling parents, so he felt a bit unprepared. The last time he'd taken a shower was the night before and he hadn't bother with cologne. He knew he should've shampooed twice.
Yunho barely audibly whispered over his shoulder to his husband perched on his back. "Do you think we should wait to use the whipped cream or should we just go ahead and experiment? And what about the Kit-Kat bars?"
"Fuck yes." Was Jaejoong's affirmation.
Junsu soon deemed any prior anxieties irrelevant.
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no Dong Bang booties T.T
Pairings: YunJae, YunJaeSu
Length: Oneshot
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of sex, a bit of language, chibi!Min
Summary: Junsu's babysitting clients have a question for him. But it turns out to be much more interesting than he imagined.
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Booties
Junsu waved brightly once the door opened. "Hey, Mr. Kim!"
Jaejoong opened the door wider and let him in. "Please, Junsu, call me Jaejoong."
Junsu nodded awkwardly as he stepped inside the house. "O-okay."
"How have your classes been going?" Jaejoong inquired, leading the younger down the hall.
"Okay, I guess. My professor relates everything about molecular structures back to fried chicken but I guess it keeps class interesting."
"You should buy him a chicken bucket. You might get an A out of it."
"Oh! That reminds me." Junsu stopped and reached inside his backpack, digging around inside til he found what he was looking for. "I brought a present."
Jaejoong gasped softly. "Are those...?"
"Booties!" Junsu squealed, cupping the tiny blue knit boots in his hands. "I saw them in the mall the other day and immediately thought of baby Changmin."
Jaejoong smiled warmly. "That's sweet, Su."
"Minnie's such a cutie." Junsu gushed, nuzzling the boots next to his cheek. "I can't wait to see him in them. Where is he?"
"Actually," Jaejoong said slowly, eyes wandering over the paint on the hallway walls. "He's at my mother's."
Junsu furrowed his brow with a confused laugh. "But...but I'm supposed to babysit today..."
"Junsu," A deeper voice beckoned from the living room and another man waved and gestured to the plush chair across from him. "Come sit down."
Looking from the other man to Jaejoong with wide, uncomprehending eyes, Junsu carefully made his way into the living room and took his seat, hands folded stiffly in his lap.
"Yunho and I would like to discuss something with you, Junsu," Jaejoong made himself comfortable on the couch, linking his arm with Yunho's, who's tie was loose and haphazard around his neck as if he had just come home early from work.
Yunho eyed him, rubbing his chin. "We weren't sure how you would react, so we thought it best to let the young one spend the night elsewhere just in case."
Junsu mumbled something at his lap, eyes glued to the floor.
Jaejoong leaned forward. "Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry!" Junsu blurted. He finally looked up at the other two, eyes brimming with tears. "Just tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it. Just...please don't fire me!"
Yunho and Jaejoong glanced at one another, bewildered. Yunho shook his head, "I think you've-"
"I love Changmin!" Junsu exploded, extremities floundering. "You might think I'm just saying that so I can keep this job but it's true! He's so cute and sweet and he's the best peek-a-boo player I've ever met."
Jaejoong tried with growing apprehension, "Su, calm down-"
"I promise there's no other sitter who can take care of your kid better than me. Okay, yes, sometimes I snack a little too much from your fridge but you can't fire me based on that!"
Jaejoong reached over the coffee table and clasped Junsu's frantic hands. "Su, baby, we're not firing you."
"You're...not?" Junsu sniffled. Pitifully.
The older man smiled warmly. "You're the best sitter we've ever had. We were even considering giving you a raise."
Yunho nudged him and said with a lower voice, "Jae, we've discussed this, honey. That might not go over well with our...request."
Jaejoong nodded with realization. "Right..."
"So..." Junsu's brow furrowed but his heart was no longer pounding between his ears. "Why am I here?"
With a bright, toothy smile, Jaejoong clung to his husband's arm. "We just want to ask you a question."
"Okay..." Junsu's eyes darted between the two. Jaejoong was smiling. Yunho seemed pleasant enough. And they had just admitted to considering giving Junsu a raise, so whatever this was about couldn't be too serious.
But why was Changmin staying at Jaejoong's mom's house? And was it really necessary to have an entire meeting just to ask Junsu a question? Couldn't they have just called? Did they think Junsu might hurt poor Minnie if they asked a question Junsu didn't like?
Jaejoong looked to Yunho as if for permission and Yunho nodded. Jaejoong clung tighter to his arm and flashed Junsu with a smile. "What would you say to participating with us in some...special activities?"
Activities? Junsu felt a prickling sensation in his brain. The kind he got when he did chemistry homework. Activities like charades? Junsu was really good at charades. And Monopoly.
Yunho added, "It's not something Min should be around for so on those days we can just dump him at Jae's mo-"
Jaejoong smacked him playfully. "Honey, we do not dump our child anywhere."
"I know, I know, I'm just saying..." Yunho nudged back, smiling a little.
"I don't get what you're asking me..." Junsu scratched his head. "Are you starting a neighborhood team or something? I'm pretty decent at soccer."
The other two exchanged a worried look.
"No, Su," Jaejoong toyed with the wedding band around his finger. "It's not that kind of game."
"Then what kind of game?"
Jaejoong shifted uncomfortably. "I...well-"
"Charades? I'm even better at that."
"It's not that kind of game either..."
Junsu suddenly snapped his fingers. "Monopoly!"
"No, no, it's not really a game." Jaejoong said with growing hesitance. "It's something fun... Just more...adult..."
Junsu tilted his head to the side. "Drinking...?"
He had considered himself closer to Yunho and Jaejoong than he was with his other clients but he wasn't aware that they were already on that kind of level of friendship. "I guess I could." Junsu gave a slow, shy smile. "But you guys didn't need to have a whole meeting just to ask me to hang out."
Jaejoong opened his mouth, then closed it before shooting Yunho a pleading look that probably got him out of all kinds of trouble on a regular basis.
Yunho sighed and leaned forward, elbows on his muscular thighs. "Junsu-"
"I-I'm not too good at drinking, though," Junsu admitted nervously. "But I could drink a little, I guess. Maybe some strawberry margaritas. That's not too manly, though, is it...?"
"Junsu, we-"
"Ah!" Junsu snapped again. "I could be your designated driver!"
"Junsu." Yunho was firm. "Stop."
Junsu shut up.
"We're not asking you to play soccer or go out drinking-"
"But that does sound nice!" Jaejoong interjected cheerfully.
When Yunho shot him a withering look, Jaejoong flinched and began examining the walls like he wasn't in trouble.
Yunho took a breath and started again. "Su, listen carefully."
Junsu nodded obediently.
"Don't be alarmed by what I'm about to ask you."
Junsu nodded slower this time. "I-"
"What was the first thing I said?" Yunho said patiently. Like he was lecturing a five-year-old.
Junsu lowered his head. "Listen carefully."
"Good." He took another deep breath. "Su..."
Junsu nodded, brows furrowed with focus.
"Would you be interested...in having sex with me and Jaejoong?"
Junsu nodded as he gathered information, absorbing all the details until he finally reached a state of utmost understanding. Interested...mhmm...Yunho and Jaejoong...uh-huh....Sex...yep... Wait. What?
Junsu blinked once. Then thrice. Then intermittently like a malfunctioning robot dipped underwater. He cocked his head to the side until his mind became clear and the gears almost audibly clicked in his head. When his eyes tripled in size as he jumped back in his chair, gawking at the two across from the them, Yunho and Jaejoong held a collective breath.
"W-W-W-WHAT?!?!?!!?!"
Gnawing on his lip, Jaejoong anxiously tugged at Yunho's sleeve. "Yunnie..."
"Don't feel obligated to say yes." Yunho added quickly. "You can still babysit Changmin either way. Like we said, you're the best babysitter."
Junsu's mind was temporarily out of order. "S-SE-S-SE-SE....SE-SE...."
Jaejoong tugged harder, borderline whining. "Yunnie, he's not taking it well..."
Yunho sighed. "I told you it would be more than just asking and taking our clothes off."
Jaejoong pouted. Junsu suddenly stood up rigid. "I have to go!"
Yunho's hand shot out. "Wait!"
Junsu froze.
Yunho pointed at the chair. "Sit..."
Junsu sat.
Jaejoong tugged. "What do we do? He hates us now."
"He doesn't hate us." Yunho reasoned logically. "He's just surprised."
Tug, tug. "Well, make him unsurprised."
Yunho ran a frustrated hand through his hair and groaned. "I knew you'd do this! This was your idea and now you're making me do all the work."
"You're the one that said he was cute!"
"And you're the one that said 'Let's fuck him.'"
"No, I said I wonder what he would sound like in bed."
Yunho nodded. "And then you said 'Let's fuck him.'"
Jaejoong opened his mouth in defense but nothing came out. He paused to think, then shut his mouth, crossing his arms to punctuate his vexation. "Well, you know I'm not good at these things. I come up with the ideas and you're the muscle."
"And I'm also the janitor when the shit hits the fan." Yunho deadpanned.
At this point, Jaejoong had run out of ammo. Thus, flustered and out of excuses, he resorted to pouting in epic proportions, lip thrust out, eyes like marbles and he practically sat in Yunho's lap, rendering the other defenseless, shaking his head at the floor and blushing a little in what was probably the most unfair tactic in couple's warfare known to utterly whipped mankind.
Meanwhile, Junsu sat frozen in his seat, growing paler by the minute like an unsightly, petrified statue.
Yunho glanced at him and his eyes went wide. "Junsu...? You okay?"
No response. His chest wasn't even rising and falling to signify that he was still amongst the living.
"Oh my..." Jaejoong covered his mouth. "I'll get some tea."
As he began to stand, Yunho grabbed his arm. "No! You'll never come back."
Jaejoong plopped back in his seat, arms crossed in a huff.
Yunho leaned closer, lowering his voice. "You still wanna fuck him, right?"
Jaejoong bit his lip, stealing a look at Junsu's stiff, ashen form. He nodded.
Yunho rubbed his arm gently. "Wanna hear him in our bed?"
Jaejoong nodded.
"Wanna touch him? Taste him? Make him cum?"
Jaejoong pushed him lightly. "Shush, he'll hear us. He's freaked out enough as it is."
Yunho threw a cursory glance at the younger and waved dismissively. "Nah, I think he's still broken."
Junsu's frozen, slack jaw and minimal to absence of breathing confirmed his hypothesis.
Yunho murmured in Jaejoong's ear. "If we handle this right, we can still get him to say yes. I just need you to stay by my side, okay, baby?"
Jaejoong smiled hopefully and clung like a barnacle to Yunho's arm. "I'm always here for you, Yunnie."
They kissed, a peck at first. But either Yunho or Jaejoong-neither could tell who and it wasn't like Junsu was a useful witness at the moment-came back for another, this time with hands, teeth and a whole lot of tongue and time went to mush before it could've been somewhere between 30 seconds to ten minutes before either came up for air.
It was now that Junsu blinked for the first time. He shook his head slightly as if gathering his senses and looked around the living room. Ah, I'm at baby Min's house. What was I doing here again?
One glance at the couple in front of him and it all came rushing back to him. "UMMMMMMM...."
Jaejoong jerked back, Yunho's tongue still trapped in his mouth. "Oh! Yunho..."
Yunho took note of Junsu's reincarnation and scooted back, adjusting his hair and semi-disheveled shirt. "Junsu. So, you, uh, ready to discuss this a little further?"
Junsu gingerly gestured at his chin. "You've got a little..."
"Oh. Right." Yunho wiped a bit of someone's saliva off his chin, of course with Jaejoong's loving help.
Yunho cleared his throat. "So, uh, where were we...?"
"Se-se...sex..." Junsu croaked.
"Right..." Yunho peered at him with growing concern. "I know this may sound a little strange but we've given this a lot of thought and we really like you, as our babysitter and a man-"
"A really cute man!" Jaejoong added helpfully.
"-so we just want you to understand that this isn't just a perverted impulse-"
"Of course not! You're not our babysitting whore."
"-and we're truly interested in taking our relationship with you to the next level-"
"We like you, Junsu!"
"-And besides, this isn't just for us. It's for you, too. You like us, right?"
Junsu made a couple dry, gasping noises but no words came out.
Jaejoong frowned. "Maybe I should get that tea."
"No, no, I'm fine." Junsu said finally, a little hoarse but audible. He swallowed a couple more times to wet his throat. "Um...yes...I like you two. But before today I never thought of you guys as more than friends."
"But we're more than just your clients?" Jaejoong asked hopefully.
Junsu nodded tentatively to which Jaejoong giggled.
"But you've never thought of us as more than friends?" Yunho's brow wrinkled in worry.
Junsu chewed on his lip. "Well...you're still my babysitting clients. Something like that doesn't seem professional...or logical."
"So, it's never crossed your mind even for just a second?"
"Well..." Junsu was slowly turning an unnatural shade of burgundy.
Yunho peered at him. "Never had any dreams about Jae or-?"
"Once." Junsu squeaked.
Two pairs of eyebrows shot up. "Really now?" Jaejoong leaned forward, chin propped up on his hand.
Junsu fidgeted. "Well...it was me and Yunho. And we..." He gulped loudly as if that alone were enough to illustrate. Yunho and Jaejoong received the message loud and clear. "Then, um, Jaejoong made us breakfast in the morning. And then Yunho went to work and I was helping Jaejoong with the dishes and...then he was staring at me and his hand was... But then I woke up."
"Sounds like a nice dream." Jaejoong leaned his head on Yunho's shoulder, watching the youngest with a tiny smile playing on his lips.
"So you find us attractive." Yunho concluded, pleasantly satisfied.
"Um...yes...you two are...yeah."
"Attractive?" Jaejoong beamed.
Junsu just nodded stupidly.
"You're not just saying that?" Jaejoong frowned.
Junsu parted his lips but his mouth had gone dry again so he just shook his head uselessly but Jaejoong seemed contented enough.
"What do you like about Jae?" Yunho prompted. He took his husband by the chin, displaying his face for Junsu.
"Um..." Junsu stared, wide-eyed. "Everything?"
"Specifically."
Jaejoong nodded fervidly in Yunho's hand. "Yeah, specifically."
"Like his eyes. What do you think?"
Junsu shifted in his seat. "They're...pretty."
Jaejoong mouthed a very satisfied 'Thank you.'
"And...?" Yunho encouraged, turning Jaejoong's head for a better angle. "What about his lips?"
Fiddling with his hands, Junsu took to staring at the wooden floor tiles. "They're...pink."
"And...?"
"And nice-looking?"
"Go on."
"...Like they might taste like strawberries."
Jaejoong licked his lips slow. "Wanna find out?"
Yunho tapped him. "Tone it down, baby. Not yet." He turned to Junsu. "They taste more like cookies to me but you might have a different experience."
"Yunho tastes like Poptarts."
"Next, we'd like to assure you that-Poptarts?"
Jaejoong nodded. "Poptarts."
"I do not taste like Poptarts."
"Whatever. You can't taste yourself like I do, anyway."
"At least a cherry-flavored streusel but not a Poptart."
"Wanna bet?"
"You're on."
Both leaned forward and entrapped each other in a deep kiss. All Junsu saw was tongue and spit and he could've sworn he got a little of it on his cheek. It was uncomfortable. But strangely, it wasn't a completely unpleasant discomfort. Junsu crossed his legs, cheeks burning.
Yunho parted with a decisive lick across the other's lips and pulled back with a furrowed brow. "You sure?"
Jaejoong wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "Positive."
"But you hate Poptarts." Yunho mumbled gruffly.
Jaejoong smiled coyly. "Not on you."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"It makes plenty of sense! A Poptart out of the box tastes like awkward, fruity cardboard. A Poptart on your face tastes like heaven."
Yunho stared at him.
Jaejoong blew a kiss.
There was a long pause. Yunho shook his head. "So anyway-"
"I wonder what Junsu would taste like..."
"-we just want to assure you that-"
"Butterscotch!"
"-we won't be doing anything kinky."
Junsu gulped. "Kinky?"
"Well, a threesome is already pretty kinky, wouldn't you say?" Jaejoong commented thoughtfully, tapping his chin.
Yunho scratched his head. "Well, yeah but we're not gonna tie him up or anything."
"Yet." Jaejoong licked his lips.
"Um..." Junsu rasped.
"Don't scare him, baby." Yunho chided him gently.
"Umm..."
"Maybe Junsu's already into that kind of stuff but he's just too shy to say it." Jaejoong shrugged.
Yunho turned to the younger man. "What are you interested in doing?"
"Besides me." Jaejoong winked.
Yunho shushed him while Junsu swallowed several more times and tugged at his hair so much it became a flustered mess. "I don't...know..."
"Well, what do you normally like?" Yunho prodded encouragingly.
"Uh..." Junsu realized he'd been biting his lip so hard he nearly broke skin. "Kissing...I guess."
"Of course." Jaejoong chuckled.
"And, um...touching?"
"That's a given."
"And.........blowjobs......"
Jaejoong clapped excitedly. "I love blowjobs! Yunho gives the best."
"Jae's are better."
"What's your experience with blowjobs?" Jaejoong made the question sound almost normal.
Junsu blinked. "My experience?"
"Yes. Your experience."
"Um, I...had few boyfriends in the past. But I wouldn't say I'm 'experienced,' per se..."
Jaejoong waved dismissively. "Don't underestimate yourself. Look at those lips! Those were made for sucking."
Junsu choked.
"What about nipples?"
"What about what?" Junsu sputtered.
"Nipples." The eldest repeated. "Do you like licking?"
"...Yes..."
"Rubbing?"
"Mmmff."
"Biting?"
"Not really..."
"Then no nipple biting." Jaejoong made a mental note.
Yunho bit his lip and looked at the floor. Jaejoong quickly kissed his cheek. "Don't worry, Yunnie. We'll still bite your nipples til they're cute and pink. Is that alright, Su?"
"Um, well...I dunno if I'm comfortable with that....."
"Mmm. No nipples for Su. Giving or receiving." Jaejoong nodded. "Then your nipples will be all mine, Yunnie." He nuzzled Yunho's neck. Yunho grinned.
"What's the kinkiest toy you've ever use?" Jaejoong asked casually.
Junsu's eyes flew wide open.
"Don't worry!" Yunho quickly assured him. "We'll go slow with you our first few times.
"We won't push you to do anything you don't want to do." Jaejoong added.
"But just know that Jaejoong does have sort of...a collection."
"I organize them all by function, color and size." Jaejoong beamed.
Junsu crossed and uncrossed his legs. "Um...I used ribbed condoms. Once."
Jaejoong blinked. "That's all?"
"They were pineapple-flavored!"
"Su, Su, Su," Jaejoong tsked. "I have so much to teach you. But only if you want to learn!"
Junsu stared at him, unsure if he should run or be thrilled.
"Let's see, what else is there...?" Yunho mused.
Then suddenly the couple looked at each other, snapped their fingers and said in unison, "Location."
"What's the dirtiest place you've had sex?" Jaejoong leaned forward excitedly.
"Come on, he's only ever used ribbed condoms that taste like fruits. Once." Yunho pointed out.
"Maybe he used ribbed condoms that taste like fruits in an elevator. Once."
Both turned to Junsu. "So?"
Junsu rubbed the back of his neck. It was awfully hot in here. "I, uh, used a hot tub. Once."
"With the pineapple condom?" Yunho raised an eyebrow.
"Ah, no..."
He shrugged. "Not bad.
"Yunho has a bit of an exhibitionist fetish." Jaejoong lovingly squeezing his husband's hand. "Would you totally mind if Yunho popped up at your university some days and just fucked you in a supply closet next to a classroom?"
"I.....I'll get back to you on that...."
"It's okay. No rush." Jaejoong smiled reassuringly. "We'll just start with sex in the kitchen with the windows open and then work our way up. Or is that too much for you?"
"Um, that's okay, I guess."
"Great! Now," Jaejoong's tone suddenly went serious. He and Yunho exchanged a look. "For the most important question."
Both slowly leaned forward and Junsu instinctively leaned back while the other two stared at him intently.
"Are you a top or bottom?" Jaejoong asked cautiously.
Junsu's eyes darted between the two of them watching him. A layer of apprehension hung in the air. "Bottom...mostly."
Jaejoong dropped his head to the floor and Yunho pumped a fist into the air. "Yes! I told you that ass was made for banging! You owe me twenty bucks!"
"He said mostly." Jaejoong grumbled. "So you only get ten."
"Mostly means more often than not, so I at least get fifteen."
"Fine!"
"Don't worry, Junsu. I'll take good care of you." Yunho grinned.
"Me, too." Jaejoong winked.
"So, it's settled!" Yunho announced and stood up. "We'll give you a little tour of our bedroom. And our master bathroom. We'll probably spend a lot of time there, too."
"We have a hot tub, too." Jaejoong winked again, following Yunho toward the stairs.
"Wait." Junsu remained seated. "I haven't actually said yes."
There was a long pause. Yunho and Jaejoong looked at each other.
"I thought you liked us." Jaejoong chewed on a fingernail.
"I do..."
"Is there anything else we can do to make you more comfortable?" Yunho asked, concerned. "Wanna try doing us one at a time or...?"
"It's just..." Junsu clutched Changmin's baby booties. "This is so weird. It all feels so sudden."
Jaejoong knelt down in front of him, kind hands on Junsu's knees. "We know, baby. But this is what we want." He smiled mischievously. "And don't deny that part of you that wants this, too."
Junsu avoided his gaze, biting his lip. "But...why me? You could've chosen anyone. I'm not even that good at sex..."
Taking the tiny knit shoes out of Junsu's hands and placing them on the coffee table, Jaejoong took his hands into his own and squeezed. "We chose you because we like you." He smiled warmly. "Simple. This isn't just about sex. This is a relationship." He paused. "With sex."
"And come on. Not good at sex? That rump could do all the work for you." Yunho muttered more to himself than anything.
Junsu looked from Jaejoong's inviting smile to Yunho who appeared to be lost in thought. These gorgeous, affectionate people wanted him in their lives. In their bed. And quite possibly in Junsu's university's supply closet.
Was this a catastrophic disaster waiting to happen? Or could this be something Junsu had secretly wanted since the first day he'd met Jaejoong's friendly countenance and Yunho's infallible confidence?
"Okay."
"Really? You'll do it?" Jaejoong's eyes glittered.
Junsu nodded timidly. He sputtered with little grace when Jaejoong planted an abrupt celebratory kiss on his cheek.
Smiling broadly, Yunho held out his hand. "Let's get started."
Just when Junsu worked up the nerve to reach out for Yunho's hand, he heard a door from down the hallway open and close and footsteps leading into the living room. A man with long, perfectly unkempt hair breezed by.
"Hey." He waved casually.
"Hi, Yoochunnie!" Jaejoong chirped.
"We still doing this?" Yoochun pointed at the video camera in his hand.
The couple nodded. "Yep. He said it's okay."
"Cool. I'll go ahead and set up." And he headed up the stairs, taking two at a time.
It took a moment for the two to notice Junsu was staring with glassy, baffled eyes.
"He's Jae's friend." Yunho explained. "He'll be filming but don't worry about it. We're just helping out with his business. That's okay, right?"
Junsu just nodded, dazed.
"Come on!" Jaejoong pulled Junsu up from his seat. "I wanna taste your butterscotch!" To punctuate, he smacked Junsu on the ass.
"Remember, this is his first time with us, so tone it down." Yunho reminded him.
"Too late. I'm already half hard." Jaejoong jumped on Yunho's back as he headed up the stairs. "Onward to the butterscotch Poptart cookies!"
Junsu fidgeted with his hair and shirt as he followed the others up the stairs. He'd left his dorm expecting to spend the night with a giggling baby, not that baby's giggling parents, so he felt a bit unprepared. The last time he'd taken a shower was the night before and he hadn't bother with cologne. He knew he should've shampooed twice.
Yunho barely audibly whispered over his shoulder to his husband perched on his back. "Do you think we should wait to use the whipped cream or should we just go ahead and experiment? And what about the Kit-Kat bars?"
"Fuck yes." Was Jaejoong's affirmation.
Junsu soon deemed any prior anxieties irrelevant.
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