[one shot] Not So Late Night Talk
Title: Not So Late Night Talk
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, Junho/Junho,
Summary/Prompt: Jaejoong teases Junsu by starting to give him head while he's is on the phone with his brother.
Warnings (for now and later): language, blow job
Story rating: NC17
Jaejoong stalked the apartment -- back and forth, back and forth like a caged animal, talking to himself, snarling and gnashing his teeth and uttering empty profanities and half-hearted blasphemies. An hour ago, flipping though Changmin's meaningless porno mags, searching for that pose which would finally turn his crank, had become boring. It's been weeks. It has been fucking weeks. Long hours at work; training; stress; parties; the obligations of a young, slightly hep and vaguely upwardly mobile social butterfly. Jaejoong plopped down on his bed and began to realize why the media seems to think all sex occurs before 20: because it does. Sighing in fustration, he laid there very quiet hoping that the maknae and Yoochun will start fucking as they did last night.
Phone sex. What he needed is a little phone sex. Hell yeah. A little phone sex would make Jaejoong feel like new again. Without hesitation, Jaejoong leaped off his bed and ran to grab the phone book and the only phone in the house. Then, he heard him. The sweet, clumsy, dove voiced angel chattering away as he always did with his twin brother. Oh. Hell. No. Not when beautiful phone sex with a random male was seconds away. “Junsu,” Jaejoong firmly stated, “Gimme the phone. Now.”
Junsu simply glanced, the smile slowly fading off his face. Covering the speaker, he put on his most serious face, “Hyung, I'm in the middle of a call. You can have the phone later, okay?”
“No, Junsu, you don't understand. I need it now.” Jaejoong motioned to his pants, which displayed nothing unusual at first glace, but after staring for a few seconds, Junsu found an alien lump coming form between his legs.
A small gasp escaped the virgin's lips. “Oh...” he muttered, ignoring his brother on the other line. “Junho-hyung, hold on a second, we have an, um, emergancy over here...”
Poor Junho listened as Jaejoong let out some nasty words as Junsu desperately tried to hand him some porn mags. “Junsu, “Jaejoong-hyung, calm down!” is everything ”Give me the damned phone before I rip your Hello Kitty doll's head off, Junsu!” okay over there?”
“E-everything is a-okay, hyung. How was your baseball game, by the way?” Junsu screamed, trying in a attempt to drown out his noisy hyung screaming about self-satisfaction with the help of a 25 cent per hour man-whore.
Overwhelmed with sexual frustration, Jaejoong pinned Junsu to the wall. “Alright, SuSu, keep the phone,” the older boys eyes sparkled with genius, “I'll satisfy myself another way.”
“Junsu? What's that banging noise? And what's that about satisfying yourself?” Junho's stern voice came from the end of the line, “Kim Junsu, we come from a Christian home! Keep your hands out of your pants!”
“R-right, hyung...” Junsu got out before Jaejoong's lips found his. Letting go og his grip of Junsu, he worked on removing Junsu's shirt. Taking a deep, silent breath, he leaned forward to press a kiss to his lower stomach, trailing lower and lower, to the insides of his thighs, his pelvis, prolonging the moment where he would blow Junsu's mind. Jaejoong's gentle touches lead to a series of moans form the younger boy, “A-Ahh...J-Jaejoong-hyung...s-stop...I can't take this...”
Junsu felt that ache through his body that spelled the exquisite pain of arousal. The ache doesn't just reside in his loins; matter of fact, it was barely there at all. It manefested itself in a trembling in the arms, a quivering in the chest, a tenseness in the throat and neck, a tendency for his hands to resolve touching himself while Jaejoong teased. Jaejoong smiled, knowing this was going to be Junsu's first blowjob, “Junsu, scream for daddy.”
In America, a blush graced Junho's handsome face as he heard Jaejoong's sweet voice humming in his ear over his brother's animal like moans of pleasure. “J-Junsu...w-what are you doing? Jaejoong-hyung are you there also?”
“AH!” was all Junsu could let out as Jaejoong's callused fingers swiftly undid the fastenings of black pants and pulled them down past slim knees. Junsu's eyes were open wide and watching Jaejoong's actions in anticipation, forgetting his beloved brother. The other Kim's sudden dedication to blow Junsu had increased knowing the older twin was listening. The taboo settled in Jaejoong's mind, knowing the desire and jealousy that must be boiling in that apartment room in America. Chances are, Jaejoong thought, chuckling, Junho is probably taking out a photo of me and going crazy with himself.
Young, impulsive, and horribly rash, Jaejoong slowly began working his mouth up and down, one of his hands moving up to stroke the last bit that Jaejoong couldn’t fit into his mouth, his other hand braced on Junsu’s thigh. “Faster,” Junsu urged, nudging Jaejoong’s shoulder with his knee. Jaejoong responded by slowing down, amused by the young virgin's eagerness. “Hyung!” Junsu half-shouted, half-pleaded. “Quit playing around!”
Jaejoong granted Junsu’s wish and the next protest turned into a strangled moan, making him throw his head back, hitting it on the wall. But he didn’t care because that had felt so fucking amazing. Finally. He was sucking. Hard and it felt so good and Junsu could feel his hips coming off the wall, trying to go deeper, trying to get more of himself in that sex-deprived mouth. Junho's mouth started salivating, his mind imagining Jaejoong blowing him off instea of his little brother. Hypocritically, Junho's hand reached down his pants as Jaejoong spewed more dirty phrases.
“Mmm,” Jaejoong chuckled, “Good boy, now just relax and let it all come out. You're at your limit, aren't you, darling?”
The younger one let out huffs from all his hip thrusts, as both his hands were placed on Jaejoong's head to shove him in even deeper, the phone already dropped, landing at the base of his legs. “Hahh...Not yet, hyung...”
The elder one, not used to being to being ordered, went fater and harder, making his lover and his brother scream out in pleasure as Jaejoong let himself moan loudly enough for everyone in the house to hear. Junho has long ago released himself, trying to think up an excuse when his new friend Siwon or his mother asked him what he did today.
That moan from the angel faced lead singer could make anybody come just as Junsu had. Jaejoong decided as a treat for the first time virgin and for cleaning convenence, he'd swallow every last drop. Junsu dropped to the floor, all energy drained form him. “Oh, Junsu, I don't hink I'll ever need the phone anymore.” Jaejoong smiled, picking up the phone, “Junho, call me when you arrive in Korea, okay? I'll show you a better time than your hand can.”
Yunho, arriving back from his solo practice, waltzed into Junsu's room. “Hey, guys, I need the phone!”
Jaejoong gave the sweetest smile in his arsenal, “Oh, do you now?”
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, Junho/Junho,
Summary/Prompt: Jaejoong teases Junsu by starting to give him head while he's is on the phone with his brother.
Warnings (for now and later): language, blow job
Story rating: NC17
Jaejoong stalked the apartment -- back and forth, back and forth like a caged animal, talking to himself, snarling and gnashing his teeth and uttering empty profanities and half-hearted blasphemies. An hour ago, flipping though Changmin's meaningless porno mags, searching for that pose which would finally turn his crank, had become boring. It's been weeks. It has been fucking weeks. Long hours at work; training; stress; parties; the obligations of a young, slightly hep and vaguely upwardly mobile social butterfly. Jaejoong plopped down on his bed and began to realize why the media seems to think all sex occurs before 20: because it does. Sighing in fustration, he laid there very quiet hoping that the maknae and Yoochun will start fucking as they did last night.
Phone sex. What he needed is a little phone sex. Hell yeah. A little phone sex would make Jaejoong feel like new again. Without hesitation, Jaejoong leaped off his bed and ran to grab the phone book and the only phone in the house. Then, he heard him. The sweet, clumsy, dove voiced angel chattering away as he always did with his twin brother. Oh. Hell. No. Not when beautiful phone sex with a random male was seconds away. “Junsu,” Jaejoong firmly stated, “Gimme the phone. Now.”
Junsu simply glanced, the smile slowly fading off his face. Covering the speaker, he put on his most serious face, “Hyung, I'm in the middle of a call. You can have the phone later, okay?”
“No, Junsu, you don't understand. I need it now.” Jaejoong motioned to his pants, which displayed nothing unusual at first glace, but after staring for a few seconds, Junsu found an alien lump coming form between his legs.
A small gasp escaped the virgin's lips. “Oh...” he muttered, ignoring his brother on the other line. “Junho-hyung, hold on a second, we have an, um, emergancy over here...”
Poor Junho listened as Jaejoong let out some nasty words as Junsu desperately tried to hand him some porn mags. “Junsu, “Jaejoong-hyung, calm down!” is everything ”Give me the damned phone before I rip your Hello Kitty doll's head off, Junsu!” okay over there?”
“E-everything is a-okay, hyung. How was your baseball game, by the way?” Junsu screamed, trying in a attempt to drown out his noisy hyung screaming about self-satisfaction with the help of a 25 cent per hour man-whore.
Overwhelmed with sexual frustration, Jaejoong pinned Junsu to the wall. “Alright, SuSu, keep the phone,” the older boys eyes sparkled with genius, “I'll satisfy myself another way.”
“Junsu? What's that banging noise? And what's that about satisfying yourself?” Junho's stern voice came from the end of the line, “Kim Junsu, we come from a Christian home! Keep your hands out of your pants!”
“R-right, hyung...” Junsu got out before Jaejoong's lips found his. Letting go og his grip of Junsu, he worked on removing Junsu's shirt. Taking a deep, silent breath, he leaned forward to press a kiss to his lower stomach, trailing lower and lower, to the insides of his thighs, his pelvis, prolonging the moment where he would blow Junsu's mind. Jaejoong's gentle touches lead to a series of moans form the younger boy, “A-Ahh...J-Jaejoong-hyung...s-stop...I can't take this...”
Junsu felt that ache through his body that spelled the exquisite pain of arousal. The ache doesn't just reside in his loins; matter of fact, it was barely there at all. It manefested itself in a trembling in the arms, a quivering in the chest, a tenseness in the throat and neck, a tendency for his hands to resolve touching himself while Jaejoong teased. Jaejoong smiled, knowing this was going to be Junsu's first blowjob, “Junsu, scream for daddy.”
In America, a blush graced Junho's handsome face as he heard Jaejoong's sweet voice humming in his ear over his brother's animal like moans of pleasure. “J-Junsu...w-what are you doing? Jaejoong-hyung are you there also?”
“AH!” was all Junsu could let out as Jaejoong's callused fingers swiftly undid the fastenings of black pants and pulled them down past slim knees. Junsu's eyes were open wide and watching Jaejoong's actions in anticipation, forgetting his beloved brother. The other Kim's sudden dedication to blow Junsu had increased knowing the older twin was listening. The taboo settled in Jaejoong's mind, knowing the desire and jealousy that must be boiling in that apartment room in America. Chances are, Jaejoong thought, chuckling, Junho is probably taking out a photo of me and going crazy with himself.
Young, impulsive, and horribly rash, Jaejoong slowly began working his mouth up and down, one of his hands moving up to stroke the last bit that Jaejoong couldn’t fit into his mouth, his other hand braced on Junsu’s thigh. “Faster,” Junsu urged, nudging Jaejoong’s shoulder with his knee. Jaejoong responded by slowing down, amused by the young virgin's eagerness. “Hyung!” Junsu half-shouted, half-pleaded. “Quit playing around!”
Jaejoong granted Junsu’s wish and the next protest turned into a strangled moan, making him throw his head back, hitting it on the wall. But he didn’t care because that had felt so fucking amazing. Finally. He was sucking. Hard and it felt so good and Junsu could feel his hips coming off the wall, trying to go deeper, trying to get more of himself in that sex-deprived mouth. Junho's mouth started salivating, his mind imagining Jaejoong blowing him off instea of his little brother. Hypocritically, Junho's hand reached down his pants as Jaejoong spewed more dirty phrases.
“Mmm,” Jaejoong chuckled, “Good boy, now just relax and let it all come out. You're at your limit, aren't you, darling?”
The younger one let out huffs from all his hip thrusts, as both his hands were placed on Jaejoong's head to shove him in even deeper, the phone already dropped, landing at the base of his legs. “Hahh...Not yet, hyung...”
The elder one, not used to being to being ordered, went fater and harder, making his lover and his brother scream out in pleasure as Jaejoong let himself moan loudly enough for everyone in the house to hear. Junho has long ago released himself, trying to think up an excuse when his new friend Siwon or his mother asked him what he did today.
That moan from the angel faced lead singer could make anybody come just as Junsu had. Jaejoong decided as a treat for the first time virgin and for cleaning convenence, he'd swallow every last drop. Junsu dropped to the floor, all energy drained form him. “Oh, Junsu, I don't hink I'll ever need the phone anymore.” Jaejoong smiled, picking up the phone, “Junho, call me when you arrive in Korea, okay? I'll show you a better time than your hand can.”
Yunho, arriving back from his solo practice, waltzed into Junsu's room. “Hey, guys, I need the phone!”
Jaejoong gave the sweetest smile in his arsenal, “Oh, do you now?”