Treehouse
Title: Treehouse
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin/Eunsook
Genre: smut, girlee, het, friendship
Author/Artist Note: threesome, dick touching, the usual
-
Taemin’s eyes feel like they’re rolling in his head. Jonghyun grins, and it’s the sloppy sort of smile that just plasters itself to too much of his face and it freaks Taemin out. Taemin’s eyes stretch wide as he shakes his head violently from side to side. He leans forward, forearms against his knees trying not to fall over.
“Hyungg-”
“Yes Taemin-ah?” Jonghyun laughs a little wildly and even though it makes Minho give a sleepy smile, it only makes Taemin want to throw up.
“What did we, I thought…” Taemin’s words feel thick like he has to squish and flatten them just to force them out.
Jonghyun is clapping as he laughs, rolling onto his side, bumping up against Minho’s thigh. Minho’s obviously too far gone to pretend he isn’t into it.
Nothing happens.
But when Taemin wakes up in the morning he’s unable to shake that feeling of anxiety he got somewhere in between that last coke and - whatever it was, and Jonghyun’s laugh. He can’t get over how unsettling he found it, and he can’t figure out why. He’s known Jonghyun for what feels like forever, Minho and Jonghyun had taken him under their wing three years back and it was the first time Taemin had ever made a friend because he liked the person as opposed to being the same age and living across the street. Taemin’s hands shake a little as he stares down into the toilet waiting for the next wave of nausea.
Jonghyun opens the door as quietly as he can and comes to squat down next to Taemin, holding some aspirin and a glass of orange juice.
“Hey.” His voice is deep and gravelly from just waking up, mouth probably tasting like ash.
Taemin accepts Jonghyun’s gifts gratefully and watches as the older rubs something out of his eye in cute childlike motions, while gulping down the contains of his glass. He chokes a little when Jonghyun suddenly makes eye contact with him and the other breaks out laughing. It’s the same laugh from last night because it sounds the same and yet it’s completely- it’s exactly how his laugh has always been. Taemin doesn’t find it creepy in the least and a new set of panic almost sets in as Jonghyun’s easy smile causes his unease to fade away.
“Take it easy, Tae.”
Jonghyun smiles a little as he rubs the younger’s back and holds his hair away from his face. Taemin gives him one last look, just to make sure, before puking into the bowl.
It must have been the drugs.
-
“Have you noticed anything weird about Jonghyun lately?”
It’s been a little over a week since that night, but Taemin had forgotten how little Jonghyun and Minho were separated, so it had been impossible to ask Minho anything in private. Even though they were all pretty equally friends, Taemin did enjoy more alone time then either of his hyungs. They’re at school having lunch when finally Taemin sees an opportunity after Jonghyun tells him he wants to introduce them to someone and to stay right there, he’ll be right back.
“What do you mean?”
Taemin pushes the straw of his drink back and forth as he realizes how silly it was to hope Minho would just know, that he wouldn’t actually have to verbalize how he’s feeling. Because well, he isn’t sure to be honest.
“Like I don’t know maybe a little…manic?”
Minho stops eating for a second and looks up at Taemin, food precariously hanging off the end of his fork, and for a second Taemin thinks this is stupid, because maybe everything makes him anxious.
“Are you saying he’s psycho?”
Taemin can’t tell from Minho’s voice if he thinks what he’s saying is ridiculous or if he’s taking him seriously.
“No, no just-”Yeah. Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying.
“Don’t you think…do you remember last weekend? When we were up in the tree house and Jonghyun told us to just trust him, it’d be fun? And then we got way too fucked up and Jonghyun, he was laughing and…and you didn’t even notice him. Well I mean of course you noticed, we all know what a big man crush you two have for each other but like, you didn’t even notice how off he was-you just liked it, that he was on you, I mean.”
“So you’re saying Jonghyun’s got some kind of monster inside him, that only you can see?”
Taemin almost replies with a much too enthusiastic “Yes!” but catches himself as he realizes Minho’s making fun of him.
Minho brings his hand in front of his mouth laughing at Taemin, trying not to let food spill out of his mouth .
“What’s so funny?” Jonghyun asks as he slides in next to Minho, casually slinging an arm around the taller boy’s shoulder.
A girl stands at the side of the table, hands carefully clasped in front of her as she rocks a little on her heels. Minho continues to chuckle while Jonghyun pokes at the sides of his face, insisting ‘you got a little something right there’ only to smear ketchup on his skin. Taemin feels embarrassed and a little sick at his friend’s immaturity, and possibly his own now that’s Minho’s dismissed his claims.
"So guys - straighten up Choi, come on there's a lady - this is my new singing partner."
He beams as he motions for the girl to sit in the empty seat next to Taemin, and the youngest feels the little hairs across his neck and arms bristle.
She gives a soft smile and Taemin gulps, wishing he could smile back but not knowing how.
“This is-”
“Eunsook,” Taemin finishes for him.
“Yeah.” Jonghyun gets a mischievous look on his face. “Do you two know each other or something?”
Taemin quickly shakes his head ‘no’, fearing that he continues to speak aloud.
“No, no I just, I’ve heard you sing before.” He turns to Eunsook. “You uh, you were good was all. So I just, remembered.”
At first the girl seems surprised and maybe even as nervous as Taemin is, seemingly contemplating flight despite Minho and Jonghyun’s obviously relaxed and playful demeanor, and Taemin feels a slight comfort in an odd way that maybe he isn’t the only one that has trouble matching their attitude.
But then she smiles fully, with teeth this time, and it makes her eyes all uneven and wonky and his heart drops out of his stomach.
“Thanks,” she says in a soft voice. It’s lower than he would expect from a girl but it’s much sweeter than his own. He decides he likes her talking voice even more than her singing one and then wonders how much more of this he’s supposed to take.
“Believe it or not, Eunsook tells me she’s free on Friday and would like to hang out with us.” Jonghyun is gloating in the grossest of ways but Taemin just hears how this Friday he’s supposed to be in the same room as Eunsook and all at once he can’t wait and is desperately trying to figure out how to stop it.
“Did you tell her we hang out in a tree house?” Minho is scoffing a little, possibly jealous of the idea of a new addition to their group, even though he seems to have taken a quiet sort of liking to Eunsook.
“Actually, that was the part that got her,” Jonghyun explains.
She smiles again a little shyly. “I love tree houses.”
-
Eunsook shows up on Friday in jeans shorts that are a little too big and have to be held up by a brown leather belt, topped with a plain white t-shirt. Despite not being low cut or tight, they still know what curves lie beneath, completely changing the energy in the boy’s tree house.
“This is so cool,” she comments in a little bit of awe as she reaches the inside.
Taemin can’t decide if he wants to start drinking and heavy right the fuck now, or avoid it all together.
“How did you guys build this?” she asks.
“Minho’s my own personal handy man,” Jonghyun says in a greasy manner, but for some reason Eunsook seems to find it funny and it makes Taemin’s stomach turn.
Jonghyun spends time showing off his taste in music and Minho and him go back and forth showing off card tricks and weird things they can do with their joints. They sit in a circle, cross-legged, with Taemin seated just a little outside of it. He performs small hand tricks as Jonghyun suggests them. He knows Jonghyun isn’t doing it in a demanding way but simply because he wants to help Taemin participate, he knows Taemin can be a little awkward around girls. But the way he’s trying to help Taemin, even as the youngest pulls out more and more , just makes Taemin hate him even more.
Jonghyun breaks out the beer once the sun goes down, and even though Eunsook accepts and cheers with them he notices she isn’t really drinking any of it.
“Not your brand of beer?” Jonghyun asks as he starts on his third.
“No I just, I guess I don’t really like beer that much. Sorry.” She pushes some hair back behind her ear, a little flustered, and Jonghyun immediately puts his hand on her knee to comfort her.
Why is it so natural for him?
“Hey, no, don’t apologize. Minho will take it, won’t you Minho?”
Minho nods, always ready and willing to do something for his loyal buddy.“Trust me, not a problem,” he reassures her and she smiles widely.
-
Jonghyun tells Minho and Taemin he’ll be back later, he’s going to walk Eunsook home, and when he winks right before disappearing Taemin gets the urge to throw something at his face.
“You still worried he’s a demon or something ?” Minho yawns as he flops down on the floor next to him.
“No,” Taemin snaps.
He curls into a ball next to Minho and tries to will himself unconscious.
“Hyung?”
“Mmmh?”
“You don’t think Jonghyun is…like with Eunsook do you?”
“Why? Jealous?” Minho asks.
“No just, she seems really nice is all. Like what if she ends up getting hurt?”
“You know Jonghyun is good to girls, Tae. I get he flirts a lot, but he won’t lead Eunsook on if he isn’t serious about her.”
Taemin takes a while to respond.
“Yeah, I guess.”
-
Eunsook becomes a regular part of their group and even though it’s changed how they act a little, for the most part everything is the same as before. She fits in surprisingly well and even Taemin starts to feel comfortable joking with her, although they’ve never talked without Minho or Jonghyun around. As she gets to know them she allows herself to let her mouth get big when she’s surprised and snort when she finds something especially funny.
Taemin’s liking for her becomes unbearable.
They drink a lot less now, and only on weekends. Eunsook never joins in and drugs haven’t resurfaced since that last time before Eunsook was ever a part of their gatherings, but Taemin’s pretty sure Jonghyun is doing a little more experimenting on his own, even if he has no real reason to think so.
When Jonghyun and Eunsook finally perform for the school’s fall concert, Taemin’s bitter feelings start to fade away. Eunsook looks beautiful standing next to Jonghyun, and whether they are together or not, he has to admit their voices harmonize in ways he can’t help but admire. Minho is whispering in some girl’s ear beside him the whole time and when they all go out with the performers afterwards, Taemin starts to think maybe he’s the only one who doesn’t know anyone outside of their friend group.
As Minho and Jonghyun belt out some song while leaning too heavily on each other, Taemin decides to go outside for air, liking how sharp the wind feels on his skin in the cold. He watches his breath for awhile before a hand gently grabs his shoulder. He whips around.
“Sorry,” Eunsook mumbles quietly. Her hand is still on Taemin’s shoulder and he feels cramped, space invaded in all the right ways.
“Is everything okay?” she breathes, it’s warm across Taemin’s nose.
“Yeah, I just wanted to step outside for a bit…”
“No I meant, with, with me.”
He blinks, uncertain of what she could mean.
“I mean with me, joining your group and all. You’re not- it’s okay right?”
“Yeah, yeah of course. Jonghyun likes you a lot and I know Minho’s kind of a weirdo but he definitely likes you being around as well so…”
“But what about you?”
“Me? I uh, of course.”
She bites her lip, eyebrows coming together delicately in thought.
“I mean of course I-I like you. Being in the group, that is.”
She nods slowly, suddenly leaning in. Their lips meet briefly, faces staying close afterwards.
“I like you too.”
Suddenly the door flies open and a herd of teenagers file out, loud and excited at the prospect of the night.
“Hey, there you are!” Jonghyun pulls Minho over to the two as Minho continues to wave obnoxiously at a girl, who is standing by her friend and smiling at him. He winks, or more like one of his eyes twitches and she smirks and shakes her head in mock disapproval.
Taemin realizes Eunsook has taken a step back and it’s like he made the whole thing up.
Jonghyun links arms with both of them, yelling at Minho to hurry up because they're going to some girl’s house for an after party and ‘yes, the one in the boots will be there’.
Taemin finds himself periodically touching his lips for the rest of the night, trying to see if he can touch them in a way that reminds him of how Eunsook did. He doesn’t even get close.
-
They all sit in the tree house happy and wound up that school’s finally out for the winter. It’s cold outside and the night air is biting but the tree house is fairly well boarded up, considering it’s a tree house, and Minho’s brought his dad’s heater and blankets. Jonghyun breaks out a bottle of soju and four shot glasses and Eunsook smiles when she comments how it’s her favorite.
Jonghyun smirks.
“I know,” he says obnoxiously.
Taemin doesn’t even let his jealously of how this means something happened with Eunsook he was not a part of get in the way of how good he’s feeling right now. They’re all a lot tipsier than they’ve ever been around each other before, and with the amount of stuff now up in the one small room it’s crowded and they can’t help but keep touching each other.
“You know you look a little like Gwiboon,” Minho chortles as he presses up behind Taemin. He makes a show of letting his big hand rest too high up on Taemin’s black clad thigh, and Taemin pouts cutely as he turns his head away, but doesn’t remove the hand.
“No I dooon’t.”
“You have the same hair,” Minho responds nuzzling his face into the top of Taemin’s hair.
“S’cause she’s a dyke,” Taemin slurs.
Jonghyun laughs slapping the floor as Eunsook grins, her eyes a little glazed over.
“I think we need to play spin the bottle,” Minho informs everyone.
“Oh, but then you’ll only get to kiss everyone,” Jonghyun grins dangerously.
“So? I like this plan. In fact, I love it,” Minho answers and he smiles, all teeth, over Taemin’s head at Eunsook. Eunsook keeps smiling back and Taemin starts to wonder if all the casual joking his hyungs make is about to come true, wonders if maybe even Eunsook wants it as well. And really, if she does, that’s fine. But damn it if he’s not going to try and show her why he’s the one she should want to kiss again.
“But truth or dare has so many more possibilities,” Jonghyun supplies.
“Yeah, but no one ever really goes for it,” Minho frowns, obviously intrigued by the idea but not believing it could really go down how it does in his head.
“Someone dare me something,” Jonghyun says, and it sounds like a dare in itself.
“Make out with him.”
They all turn to see Eunsook- now looking more engaged than ever - leaning forward on her hands.
“I want to watch you two make out. Twenty seconds, Taemin times, and you both have to have your hands behind your back.”
Minho looks like he wants to say something but Jonghyun does it for him.
“You’re on.”
He moves to the center of the room on his knees before beckoning Minho forward with a finger. Minho moves forward and they both start slowly trying to figure out how they’re going to do this, noses brushing as they tilt their heads before Jonghyun finally opens his mouth and takes in Minho’s.
Minho starts to get into it and moves up higher on his knees making Jonghyun arch. Taemin finds it surprisingly hot even though they both seem to still be more focused on being the dominant one without being able to grab at each other. Minho’s back muscles ripple as his shoulders roll and Jonghyun moans into the movement almost at the same time Eunsook calls time.
“Taemin, did you fall asleep? That was over forty seconds.” She’s playing with him but he takes it harshly, and he begins to sputter in response but Jonghyun cuts him off.
“It’s Minho’s turn to dare someone,” he smiles as he wipes his mouth lewdly.
Minho nods to Taemin.
“Truth or dare, dongsaeng.”
“Truth,” Taemin shoots back, certain there's nothing they could ask him that he couldn't just lie about.
“How often do you jerk it?”
Despite knowing it doesn’t really matter what he says, he blushes brightly at the question, Eunsook’s mouth curving up as she watches him embarrassedly shift his weight.
“I don’t know, a normal amount.”
“Okay, when was the last time then?” Minho asks.
“Hey you don’t get two…”
“Just answer the question Taemin,” Jonghyun says it like it’s super simple, not at all unfair that Taemin’s suddenly being interrogated.
“This morning,” Taemin mumbles.
“What did you think about?” Minho asks.
“I don’t really think about things when I, I don’t know I just, I just do it.”
“Who are you thinking about now?” Eunsook’s voice floats across the room and Taemin feels it tickle his inside like flames.
“I think I can guess.” Jonghyun exchanges a wolfish look with Minho and Eunsook seems a little proud of herself.
“It’s okay Taemin, it’s your turn now.”
He thinks for a bit before turning to Jonghyun.
“I dare Jonghyun to take his pants off, but you have to leave your socks on.”
“Aren’t you supposed to give me the option of truth?”
“Were you really going to pick truth?”
“No,” Jonghyun laughs and even though Taemin thought Jonghyun would look silly in his briefs and shirt with socks still on, it’s surprisingly sexy and Taemin isn’t even that disappointed about it.
They dance as a favorite song comes on, Eunsook and Jonghyun belting the lyrics and Minho and Taemin even joining in on the chorus. They spin and twist and turn and it feels good just to move. The song starts to fade into something slower and Jonghyun takes back control of the room.
“Alright, my turn,” he announces. He grins and points at Taemin before directing his finger over at Eunsook.
“Kiss her like you dream about.”
Taemin’s face colors as he turns to Eunsook who’s just collapsed next to him, still breathing heavy with her hair messy around her shoulders.
Her face is just as red, although less from embarrassment and more from excitement. He sees the tips of her teeth through parted lips.
He notices how her skirt bunches around her thighs and how her stomach moves as she breathes and he leans in before he can think of anything but how much he wants to give into the magnetic pull that she’s emitting right now.
Minho shifts to peek a little to see if he can look up her skirt as her legs twist and a whimper escapes.
Taemin kisses her upside down before moving to the side a little, pulling her up from underneath her armpits. She pushes up to meet him and brings a hand around his neck. Jonghyun hoots.
He hears Jonghyun tell Minho to hit the light, leaving only the glow from the music player. Suddenly the music has much more bass and Taemin can feel his skin vibrating from something tingling in his spine. He feels hot and cold and his hands twitch, desperate to touch more.
Eunsook pulls back and giggles a little as she hiccups, “I have to pee.”
“Okay,” he nods quickly, like he has an answer. He can’t let her go down to the house, because it’ll break the vibe but if she’s got to go...
While he’s considering whether or not it would be rude to suggest a cup, Jonghyun and Minho are helping her up by her arms.
“Just go piss over the side,” Jonghyun tells her as they slide back part of the wall.
“I can’t,” she says softly.
“Yes you can, we’ll hold your arms while you squat.”
Her eyebrows shoot up as she realizes what they’re saying.
“What if you drop me?”
“We won’t,” Jonghyun says.
She scrunches her mouth because it looks like she really doesn’t want to but she doesn’t want to go into the house either so she drops her underwear and allows herself to be lowered over the side.
She sighs a little as if she remembers how nice it is to finally be able to pee when you’re drunk.
They pull her back up but Jonghyun pulls a little extra on her wrist causing her to trip into his arms, underwear still around her ankles. He breathes her in deeply as Minho starts to tug at the edges of her shirt.
“I-I don’t…” she trails off as Jonghyun’s lips attach themselves to her neck. Despite not wanting Eunsook to go just seconds before, Taemin starts freak out over how intent his hyungs seem on not letting Eunsook leave.
“It’s-I’m too h-hot,” she says quietly and Minho’s already passing Jonghyun something. Taemin wants to stop them but the bottle’s already up to her lips as he stands and realizes he’s half hard and drunker than he thought. The room is spinning and standing has suddenly become an impossible task.
“Here, take your shirt off,” Jonghyun suggests and Minho’s already got her arms lifted shirt half off before she can say anything.
“I-” she starts but never finishes as Jonghyun kisses, tongue fat and deep in her mouth.
“Are you wet?” he whispers.
Eunsook doesn’t answer. She turns her head to look at Taemin and he can see how heavily she’s breathing. She looks like she’s going to pass out.
“Jonghyun don’t. Leave Eunsook alone.”
Minho chuckles in spite of or maybe at Taemin’s weak plea, bringing a finger to drag lightly down the curve of Eunsook’s back, causing her to jerk and arch.
Taemin sees Jonghyun’s hand slip under Eunsook’s skirt as Minho pulls her body weight up so that she’s hanging from his arms, tip toes barely brushing the ground. With his foot he pushes Eunsook’s underwear off the rest of the way.
Eunsook gasps as Taemin sees Jonghyun’s hand move beneath her skirt and Jonghyun smiles, lifting his focus from her towards Taemin in response.
“But look at how excited she is.”
Jonghyun’s all pride as he looks back at Eunsook.
“If you don’t like it little girl, why are you so turned on?”
He brings the fingers up from inside her legs, wet for Eunsook to see, pressing them against her lips. She curls her lips in refusing him feverishly, but it doesn’t bother Jonghyun in the slightest.
“Aw, don’t be like that.”
He touches her jaw lightly tracing with just a finger before sneaking it past her lips. He hooks it on her bottom jaw and pushes down just a bit, her mouth opens, but only slightly. She looks confused. He grips her jaw with his hand, increasing the pressure slowly until her mouth opens, and pushes just the tips of his fingers past. The smell and taste of herself on the pads of his skin is overwhelming.
Minho’s big hands rub up Eunsook’s hip and stomach. Her eyes close tightly as he scratches his nails across her belly and her voice shakes.
“Please- ”
“Please what? Stop, or keep going?”
She looks over at Taemin and he sees Jonghyun sink for a second before asking more determinedly,
“Because it’s not Taemin, or because he’s watching?”
Taemin takes a sharp breath in as he waits for her reaction.
Eunsook’s gone quiet though, except for a few pained noises she seems ashamed for letting slip out as Jonghyun’s hand goes back to moving underneath her skirt. It’s agonizing to watch, but it also makes Taemin ache somewhere it shouldn’t. He can’t decide if the heat he feels is sickly or sweet.
“Taemin-ah why don’t you decide for us?”
“I don’t-”
“Taemin if you like her too, then let’s share. Come on, I could have any girl. You know that. And I don’t have to be nice to you. But I like you Taemin. I like you and Eunsook a lot.”
“What about Minho?”
Jonghyun laughs a little, obviously relieved that was Taemin’s choice of question.
“Minho, you don’t mind do you?”
Minho sighs, but he’s not going to disappoint Jonghyun now.
“Long as you let me watch.”
He keeps his hands on Eunsook for the time being though, not willing to give the warm feeling of her body against his until Taemin steps up and takes it.
Minho decides to take advantage of whatever time he has left, voice heady in Eunsook’s ear.
“Hey Eunsook, truth or dare?”
He sucks gently on her ear and his hands are big, keeping her body stable, but making her head spin. She doesn’t answer.
“Tell you what, I’ll pick for you.
What’s the biggest thing you’ve ever had inside you?”
She turns red. There’s something about her that sees this as a challenge, and if she doesn’t answer she loses.
“Someone’s fingers.”
“And how many fingers did they get inside you?”
“No, now it’s my turn, how bad do you want to fuck Jonghyun?”
Minho’s pissed at the interruption, and feeling like the least wanted in the group for the first time in his life. He’s hard, tired, and wasted. He grunts his disapproval and answers cynically,
“If you weren’t in the way, I’d do him right now.”
Jonghyun smirks and plays along, but Taemin knows Minho’s not joking,
“Will have a circle jerk next time I swear.”
“Whatever man.”
Minho leans forward so quickly Taemin thinks he’s going to head butt Jonghyun, but instead he kisses him quickly on the lips in what makes Taemin laugh because it’s got to be the most aggressive, and gay, peck on the lips Taemin’s ever encountered.
“I’m sleeping in my own bed tonight and if any of you fuckers try to come in the house before ten tomorrow morning, I will beat you.”
“Four.”
Minho smiles as he realizes Eunsook’s finally answered him as he swings his legs onto the ladder.
“Whose were they?”
“My math tutor’s.”
He laughs and shakes head right before he disappears down.
“Naughty girl.”
Taemin pouts and realizes he’s thinking aloud after he hears his own voice.
“Eunsook is a good girl.”
This seems to embarrass her much more than Minho’s naughty statement, but Jonghyun fervently agrees.
“That’s right. Eunsook is a good girl, and I’m a good boy that will do anything she tells me.”
He pulls her closer to recapture her attention and she moans when she feels his erection rub against her lower stomach, trapped between their bodies.
“Tell me, what do you want?”
“I want-I want to get off. Why won’t you just help me get off?” She breathes heavily, frustrated.
Jonghyun rubs her arm to soothe her and takes a little breath of his own before asking, “that involves Taemin for you doesn’t it?”
She nods clearly, if it’s going to ruin their friendship, it’s too late for her to lie about it now, “yes.”
Taemin is still standing awkwardly to the side of them but Jonghyun turns and reaches his hand around to the small of his back, pulling him to them.
“Come here,” he sighs, placing Taemin in front of Eunsook and moving himself to the side. He kisses Taemin’s neck and Eunsook’s chest, allowing them to take their time.
Eunsook helps Taemin find his way into her, it’s not long before Taemin blows. He’s sheepish and hazy feeling afterwards, especially with his best friend staring back at him, and in a way it’s exactly how Taemin always thought losing his virginity would be.
Jonghyun takes his shirt off while still staring at Taemin even though he can tell Jonghyun’s breathing Eunsook. He starts to rub and push against her and keeps tilting her face back to look at him.
“Hey, hey don’t worry, I won’t even make you get me off, see? I just want to see you come. That’s how much I like you Eunsook.”
Eunsook moans ‘bullshit’ pushing lightly with both hands at Jonghyun’s chest, but Taemin can tell she likes the feeling Jonghyun’s giving her and even though he would have been wildly jealous, it’s suddenly incredibly clear to him how much none of them have a say in how Eunsook feels. Eunsook likes him right now, and he can’t consciously do anything to keep it that way or make it change.
She twists between the two boys as Taemin starts to finger her from behind.
“It’s okay if you want it.”
She looks over her shoulder to see him placing little kisses on her back with sleepy sloppy noises.
“Boys are so stupid.”
Jonghyun doesn’t wait to ask again, sinking down quickly between Eunsook’s legs to nuzzle the little curls and lick at the heat. Taemin is glad neither of them can see his face right now because he’s sure they would question him as he realizes that maybe part of Jonghyun’s statement was a lie, maybe something like drinking another man’s come out of Eunsook does get him off.
“Do you like it?” Taemin asks but he’s not really sure who.
“Yes,” Eunsook whispers pleadingly like she needs more while Jonghyun just hums.
He hugs her back against his chest before helping her to reposition in his lap. He pulls her legs back and up to hook over his knees spreading her wider for Jonghyun, and leaving his hands free to grope and pull at her chest.
She grinds up and Taemin suddenly feels brave, twisting his hands into Jonghyun’s hair and pushing his face further into Eunsook folds. They both groan in unison and now he’s sure, sure this is something Jonghyun likes.
“Just…use your fingers.”
They both look like they’re going to protest but before they can Taemin cuts in with why,
“I want you to suck her tits.”
Jonghyun smirks as he comes up, face smeared wet and looking like an animal. He complies immediately. It’s got Eunsook withering within seconds. Taemin strokes her thighs, once experimentally running a hand up Jonghyun’s abs just because, you know, he’s curious, and watches as Eunsook gets finger fucked by his best friend whose mouth is also attached to her chest.
Soon Eunsook’s breath starts to speed up and she whimpers.
“I’m going to make a mess.”
Jonghyun slowly smiles at the realization.
“Are you going to come all over yourself?” he whispers deeply. “Am I going to make you come?”
He’s obviously proud and Taemin kind of feels it too. Eunsook stays silent and just nods.
“Well come on then Taemin.”
Taemin doesn’t register what he means until he feels Jonghyun abs tighten under his hand and he realizes he’s been stroking the skin just above Jonghyun’s cock a little longer than he’d like to admit.
“Help a brother out or I will stick it in her.” Eunsook slaps him but bucks up for him to keep going and Jonghyun’s obviously pleased at his ability to get away with this kind of dickery since she’s so close.
Jonghyun pulls her hood the rest of the way back and rubs down. She spasms violently as he forces her to ride it out, groaning as she comes across their lower abdomens and before she’s even finished Jonghyun’s fat tongue is there to lick it up.
Taemin kisses Eunsook’s forehead as she trembles in the aftershocks, and she’s laughing quietly and panting as she watches him awkwardly forced to return his focus to the handjob he’s giving Jonghyun. Despite it probably being the shittiest one in the history of all hand jobs, Jonghyun’s grinning like a maniac as he pants and leans back on his elbows, watching Taemin try to reposition himself to somehow keep some dignity.
But there are two pairs of eyes on him and it’s his first time touching a dick so it seems that thought was foolish. He frowns as he hears Eunsook try to muffle a laugh and Jonghyun growls as he sits up too fast and slams Taemin against the wall.
“You’re so fucking cute.”
He puts his hand on top of Taemin’s and proceeds to do all the work for him, but Taemin’s having a hard time feeling grateful when his mouth’s being invaded and he’s blushing something fierce. And even if Jonghyun’s doing all the work, his hand is still touching a dick, his best friend’s dick.
Why do they both have to watch him like this? He feels so young and. . . stupid. But it’s not entirely unpleasant, and he definitely can’t find it in him to want to stop. Jonghyun finishes all over their hands and Taemin’s stomach and he smiles widely again before sucking on Taemin’s lip one last time, and biting it hard. He flops on the floor beside Eunsook and promptly passes out like an excited puppy after chasing its tail.
“Hey, let’s do that again sometime.”
Taemin shakes his head at Eunsook’s statement as she rolls them onto their sides and pulls Jonghyun in to be her little spoon. Jonghyun’s firmly starfished on the floor though, finally looking silly in just his socks like Taemin had originally planned, so she settles for just pulling a blanket over the two of them.
Taemin’s head still spinning and he’s unsure whether he’s joking or not anymore,
“And leave poor Minho out? Better not.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin/Eunsook
Genre: smut, girlee, het, friendship
Author/Artist Note: threesome, dick touching, the usual
-
Taemin’s eyes feel like they’re rolling in his head. Jonghyun grins, and it’s the sloppy sort of smile that just plasters itself to too much of his face and it freaks Taemin out. Taemin’s eyes stretch wide as he shakes his head violently from side to side. He leans forward, forearms against his knees trying not to fall over.
“Hyungg-”
“Yes Taemin-ah?” Jonghyun laughs a little wildly and even though it makes Minho give a sleepy smile, it only makes Taemin want to throw up.
“What did we, I thought…” Taemin’s words feel thick like he has to squish and flatten them just to force them out.
Jonghyun is clapping as he laughs, rolling onto his side, bumping up against Minho’s thigh. Minho’s obviously too far gone to pretend he isn’t into it.
Nothing happens.
But when Taemin wakes up in the morning he’s unable to shake that feeling of anxiety he got somewhere in between that last coke and - whatever it was, and Jonghyun’s laugh. He can’t get over how unsettling he found it, and he can’t figure out why. He’s known Jonghyun for what feels like forever, Minho and Jonghyun had taken him under their wing three years back and it was the first time Taemin had ever made a friend because he liked the person as opposed to being the same age and living across the street. Taemin’s hands shake a little as he stares down into the toilet waiting for the next wave of nausea.
Jonghyun opens the door as quietly as he can and comes to squat down next to Taemin, holding some aspirin and a glass of orange juice.
“Hey.” His voice is deep and gravelly from just waking up, mouth probably tasting like ash.
Taemin accepts Jonghyun’s gifts gratefully and watches as the older rubs something out of his eye in cute childlike motions, while gulping down the contains of his glass. He chokes a little when Jonghyun suddenly makes eye contact with him and the other breaks out laughing. It’s the same laugh from last night because it sounds the same and yet it’s completely- it’s exactly how his laugh has always been. Taemin doesn’t find it creepy in the least and a new set of panic almost sets in as Jonghyun’s easy smile causes his unease to fade away.
“Take it easy, Tae.”
Jonghyun smiles a little as he rubs the younger’s back and holds his hair away from his face. Taemin gives him one last look, just to make sure, before puking into the bowl.
It must have been the drugs.
-
“Have you noticed anything weird about Jonghyun lately?”
It’s been a little over a week since that night, but Taemin had forgotten how little Jonghyun and Minho were separated, so it had been impossible to ask Minho anything in private. Even though they were all pretty equally friends, Taemin did enjoy more alone time then either of his hyungs. They’re at school having lunch when finally Taemin sees an opportunity after Jonghyun tells him he wants to introduce them to someone and to stay right there, he’ll be right back.
“What do you mean?”
Taemin pushes the straw of his drink back and forth as he realizes how silly it was to hope Minho would just know, that he wouldn’t actually have to verbalize how he’s feeling. Because well, he isn’t sure to be honest.
“Like I don’t know maybe a little…manic?”
Minho stops eating for a second and looks up at Taemin, food precariously hanging off the end of his fork, and for a second Taemin thinks this is stupid, because maybe everything makes him anxious.
“Are you saying he’s psycho?”
Taemin can’t tell from Minho’s voice if he thinks what he’s saying is ridiculous or if he’s taking him seriously.
“No, no just-”Yeah. Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying.
“Don’t you think…do you remember last weekend? When we were up in the tree house and Jonghyun told us to just trust him, it’d be fun? And then we got way too fucked up and Jonghyun, he was laughing and…and you didn’t even notice him. Well I mean of course you noticed, we all know what a big man crush you two have for each other but like, you didn’t even notice how off he was-you just liked it, that he was on you, I mean.”
“So you’re saying Jonghyun’s got some kind of monster inside him, that only you can see?”
Taemin almost replies with a much too enthusiastic “Yes!” but catches himself as he realizes Minho’s making fun of him.
Minho brings his hand in front of his mouth laughing at Taemin, trying not to let food spill out of his mouth .
“What’s so funny?” Jonghyun asks as he slides in next to Minho, casually slinging an arm around the taller boy’s shoulder.
A girl stands at the side of the table, hands carefully clasped in front of her as she rocks a little on her heels. Minho continues to chuckle while Jonghyun pokes at the sides of his face, insisting ‘you got a little something right there’ only to smear ketchup on his skin. Taemin feels embarrassed and a little sick at his friend’s immaturity, and possibly his own now that’s Minho’s dismissed his claims.
"So guys - straighten up Choi, come on there's a lady - this is my new singing partner."
He beams as he motions for the girl to sit in the empty seat next to Taemin, and the youngest feels the little hairs across his neck and arms bristle.
She gives a soft smile and Taemin gulps, wishing he could smile back but not knowing how.
“This is-”
“Eunsook,” Taemin finishes for him.
“Yeah.” Jonghyun gets a mischievous look on his face. “Do you two know each other or something?”
Taemin quickly shakes his head ‘no’, fearing that he continues to speak aloud.
“No, no I just, I’ve heard you sing before.” He turns to Eunsook. “You uh, you were good was all. So I just, remembered.”
At first the girl seems surprised and maybe even as nervous as Taemin is, seemingly contemplating flight despite Minho and Jonghyun’s obviously relaxed and playful demeanor, and Taemin feels a slight comfort in an odd way that maybe he isn’t the only one that has trouble matching their attitude.
But then she smiles fully, with teeth this time, and it makes her eyes all uneven and wonky and his heart drops out of his stomach.
“Thanks,” she says in a soft voice. It’s lower than he would expect from a girl but it’s much sweeter than his own. He decides he likes her talking voice even more than her singing one and then wonders how much more of this he’s supposed to take.
“Believe it or not, Eunsook tells me she’s free on Friday and would like to hang out with us.” Jonghyun is gloating in the grossest of ways but Taemin just hears how this Friday he’s supposed to be in the same room as Eunsook and all at once he can’t wait and is desperately trying to figure out how to stop it.
“Did you tell her we hang out in a tree house?” Minho is scoffing a little, possibly jealous of the idea of a new addition to their group, even though he seems to have taken a quiet sort of liking to Eunsook.
“Actually, that was the part that got her,” Jonghyun explains.
She smiles again a little shyly. “I love tree houses.”
-
Eunsook shows up on Friday in jeans shorts that are a little too big and have to be held up by a brown leather belt, topped with a plain white t-shirt. Despite not being low cut or tight, they still know what curves lie beneath, completely changing the energy in the boy’s tree house.
“This is so cool,” she comments in a little bit of awe as she reaches the inside.
Taemin can’t decide if he wants to start drinking and heavy right the fuck now, or avoid it all together.
“How did you guys build this?” she asks.
“Minho’s my own personal handy man,” Jonghyun says in a greasy manner, but for some reason Eunsook seems to find it funny and it makes Taemin’s stomach turn.
Jonghyun spends time showing off his taste in music and Minho and him go back and forth showing off card tricks and weird things they can do with their joints. They sit in a circle, cross-legged, with Taemin seated just a little outside of it. He performs small hand tricks as Jonghyun suggests them. He knows Jonghyun isn’t doing it in a demanding way but simply because he wants to help Taemin participate, he knows Taemin can be a little awkward around girls. But the way he’s trying to help Taemin, even as the youngest pulls out more and more , just makes Taemin hate him even more.
Jonghyun breaks out the beer once the sun goes down, and even though Eunsook accepts and cheers with them he notices she isn’t really drinking any of it.
“Not your brand of beer?” Jonghyun asks as he starts on his third.
“No I just, I guess I don’t really like beer that much. Sorry.” She pushes some hair back behind her ear, a little flustered, and Jonghyun immediately puts his hand on her knee to comfort her.
Why is it so natural for him?
“Hey, no, don’t apologize. Minho will take it, won’t you Minho?”
Minho nods, always ready and willing to do something for his loyal buddy.“Trust me, not a problem,” he reassures her and she smiles widely.
-
Jonghyun tells Minho and Taemin he’ll be back later, he’s going to walk Eunsook home, and when he winks right before disappearing Taemin gets the urge to throw something at his face.
“You still worried he’s a demon or something ?” Minho yawns as he flops down on the floor next to him.
“No,” Taemin snaps.
He curls into a ball next to Minho and tries to will himself unconscious.
“Hyung?”
“Mmmh?”
“You don’t think Jonghyun is…like with Eunsook do you?”
“Why? Jealous?” Minho asks.
“No just, she seems really nice is all. Like what if she ends up getting hurt?”
“You know Jonghyun is good to girls, Tae. I get he flirts a lot, but he won’t lead Eunsook on if he isn’t serious about her.”
Taemin takes a while to respond.
“Yeah, I guess.”
-
Eunsook becomes a regular part of their group and even though it’s changed how they act a little, for the most part everything is the same as before. She fits in surprisingly well and even Taemin starts to feel comfortable joking with her, although they’ve never talked without Minho or Jonghyun around. As she gets to know them she allows herself to let her mouth get big when she’s surprised and snort when she finds something especially funny.
Taemin’s liking for her becomes unbearable.
They drink a lot less now, and only on weekends. Eunsook never joins in and drugs haven’t resurfaced since that last time before Eunsook was ever a part of their gatherings, but Taemin’s pretty sure Jonghyun is doing a little more experimenting on his own, even if he has no real reason to think so.
When Jonghyun and Eunsook finally perform for the school’s fall concert, Taemin’s bitter feelings start to fade away. Eunsook looks beautiful standing next to Jonghyun, and whether they are together or not, he has to admit their voices harmonize in ways he can’t help but admire. Minho is whispering in some girl’s ear beside him the whole time and when they all go out with the performers afterwards, Taemin starts to think maybe he’s the only one who doesn’t know anyone outside of their friend group.
As Minho and Jonghyun belt out some song while leaning too heavily on each other, Taemin decides to go outside for air, liking how sharp the wind feels on his skin in the cold. He watches his breath for awhile before a hand gently grabs his shoulder. He whips around.
“Sorry,” Eunsook mumbles quietly. Her hand is still on Taemin’s shoulder and he feels cramped, space invaded in all the right ways.
“Is everything okay?” she breathes, it’s warm across Taemin’s nose.
“Yeah, I just wanted to step outside for a bit…”
“No I meant, with, with me.”
He blinks, uncertain of what she could mean.
“I mean with me, joining your group and all. You’re not- it’s okay right?”
“Yeah, yeah of course. Jonghyun likes you a lot and I know Minho’s kind of a weirdo but he definitely likes you being around as well so…”
“But what about you?”
“Me? I uh, of course.”
She bites her lip, eyebrows coming together delicately in thought.
“I mean of course I-I like you. Being in the group, that is.”
She nods slowly, suddenly leaning in. Their lips meet briefly, faces staying close afterwards.
“I like you too.”
Suddenly the door flies open and a herd of teenagers file out, loud and excited at the prospect of the night.
“Hey, there you are!” Jonghyun pulls Minho over to the two as Minho continues to wave obnoxiously at a girl, who is standing by her friend and smiling at him. He winks, or more like one of his eyes twitches and she smirks and shakes her head in mock disapproval.
Taemin realizes Eunsook has taken a step back and it’s like he made the whole thing up.
Jonghyun links arms with both of them, yelling at Minho to hurry up because they're going to some girl’s house for an after party and ‘yes, the one in the boots will be there’.
Taemin finds himself periodically touching his lips for the rest of the night, trying to see if he can touch them in a way that reminds him of how Eunsook did. He doesn’t even get close.
-
They all sit in the tree house happy and wound up that school’s finally out for the winter. It’s cold outside and the night air is biting but the tree house is fairly well boarded up, considering it’s a tree house, and Minho’s brought his dad’s heater and blankets. Jonghyun breaks out a bottle of soju and four shot glasses and Eunsook smiles when she comments how it’s her favorite.
Jonghyun smirks.
“I know,” he says obnoxiously.
Taemin doesn’t even let his jealously of how this means something happened with Eunsook he was not a part of get in the way of how good he’s feeling right now. They’re all a lot tipsier than they’ve ever been around each other before, and with the amount of stuff now up in the one small room it’s crowded and they can’t help but keep touching each other.
“You know you look a little like Gwiboon,” Minho chortles as he presses up behind Taemin. He makes a show of letting his big hand rest too high up on Taemin’s black clad thigh, and Taemin pouts cutely as he turns his head away, but doesn’t remove the hand.
“No I dooon’t.”
“You have the same hair,” Minho responds nuzzling his face into the top of Taemin’s hair.
“S’cause she’s a dyke,” Taemin slurs.
Jonghyun laughs slapping the floor as Eunsook grins, her eyes a little glazed over.
“I think we need to play spin the bottle,” Minho informs everyone.
“Oh, but then you’ll only get to kiss everyone,” Jonghyun grins dangerously.
“So? I like this plan. In fact, I love it,” Minho answers and he smiles, all teeth, over Taemin’s head at Eunsook. Eunsook keeps smiling back and Taemin starts to wonder if all the casual joking his hyungs make is about to come true, wonders if maybe even Eunsook wants it as well. And really, if she does, that’s fine. But damn it if he’s not going to try and show her why he’s the one she should want to kiss again.
“But truth or dare has so many more possibilities,” Jonghyun supplies.
“Yeah, but no one ever really goes for it,” Minho frowns, obviously intrigued by the idea but not believing it could really go down how it does in his head.
“Someone dare me something,” Jonghyun says, and it sounds like a dare in itself.
“Make out with him.”
They all turn to see Eunsook- now looking more engaged than ever - leaning forward on her hands.
“I want to watch you two make out. Twenty seconds, Taemin times, and you both have to have your hands behind your back.”
Minho looks like he wants to say something but Jonghyun does it for him.
“You’re on.”
He moves to the center of the room on his knees before beckoning Minho forward with a finger. Minho moves forward and they both start slowly trying to figure out how they’re going to do this, noses brushing as they tilt their heads before Jonghyun finally opens his mouth and takes in Minho’s.
Minho starts to get into it and moves up higher on his knees making Jonghyun arch. Taemin finds it surprisingly hot even though they both seem to still be more focused on being the dominant one without being able to grab at each other. Minho’s back muscles ripple as his shoulders roll and Jonghyun moans into the movement almost at the same time Eunsook calls time.
“Taemin, did you fall asleep? That was over forty seconds.” She’s playing with him but he takes it harshly, and he begins to sputter in response but Jonghyun cuts him off.
“It’s Minho’s turn to dare someone,” he smiles as he wipes his mouth lewdly.
Minho nods to Taemin.
“Truth or dare, dongsaeng.”
“Truth,” Taemin shoots back, certain there's nothing they could ask him that he couldn't just lie about.
“How often do you jerk it?”
Despite knowing it doesn’t really matter what he says, he blushes brightly at the question, Eunsook’s mouth curving up as she watches him embarrassedly shift his weight.
“I don’t know, a normal amount.”
“Okay, when was the last time then?” Minho asks.
“Hey you don’t get two…”
“Just answer the question Taemin,” Jonghyun says it like it’s super simple, not at all unfair that Taemin’s suddenly being interrogated.
“This morning,” Taemin mumbles.
“What did you think about?” Minho asks.
“I don’t really think about things when I, I don’t know I just, I just do it.”
“Who are you thinking about now?” Eunsook’s voice floats across the room and Taemin feels it tickle his inside like flames.
“I think I can guess.” Jonghyun exchanges a wolfish look with Minho and Eunsook seems a little proud of herself.
“It’s okay Taemin, it’s your turn now.”
He thinks for a bit before turning to Jonghyun.
“I dare Jonghyun to take his pants off, but you have to leave your socks on.”
“Aren’t you supposed to give me the option of truth?”
“Were you really going to pick truth?”
“No,” Jonghyun laughs and even though Taemin thought Jonghyun would look silly in his briefs and shirt with socks still on, it’s surprisingly sexy and Taemin isn’t even that disappointed about it.
They dance as a favorite song comes on, Eunsook and Jonghyun belting the lyrics and Minho and Taemin even joining in on the chorus. They spin and twist and turn and it feels good just to move. The song starts to fade into something slower and Jonghyun takes back control of the room.
“Alright, my turn,” he announces. He grins and points at Taemin before directing his finger over at Eunsook.
“Kiss her like you dream about.”
Taemin’s face colors as he turns to Eunsook who’s just collapsed next to him, still breathing heavy with her hair messy around her shoulders.
Her face is just as red, although less from embarrassment and more from excitement. He sees the tips of her teeth through parted lips.
He notices how her skirt bunches around her thighs and how her stomach moves as she breathes and he leans in before he can think of anything but how much he wants to give into the magnetic pull that she’s emitting right now.
Minho shifts to peek a little to see if he can look up her skirt as her legs twist and a whimper escapes.
Taemin kisses her upside down before moving to the side a little, pulling her up from underneath her armpits. She pushes up to meet him and brings a hand around his neck. Jonghyun hoots.
He hears Jonghyun tell Minho to hit the light, leaving only the glow from the music player. Suddenly the music has much more bass and Taemin can feel his skin vibrating from something tingling in his spine. He feels hot and cold and his hands twitch, desperate to touch more.
Eunsook pulls back and giggles a little as she hiccups, “I have to pee.”
“Okay,” he nods quickly, like he has an answer. He can’t let her go down to the house, because it’ll break the vibe but if she’s got to go...
While he’s considering whether or not it would be rude to suggest a cup, Jonghyun and Minho are helping her up by her arms.
“Just go piss over the side,” Jonghyun tells her as they slide back part of the wall.
“I can’t,” she says softly.
“Yes you can, we’ll hold your arms while you squat.”
Her eyebrows shoot up as she realizes what they’re saying.
“What if you drop me?”
“We won’t,” Jonghyun says.
She scrunches her mouth because it looks like she really doesn’t want to but she doesn’t want to go into the house either so she drops her underwear and allows herself to be lowered over the side.
She sighs a little as if she remembers how nice it is to finally be able to pee when you’re drunk.
They pull her back up but Jonghyun pulls a little extra on her wrist causing her to trip into his arms, underwear still around her ankles. He breathes her in deeply as Minho starts to tug at the edges of her shirt.
“I-I don’t…” she trails off as Jonghyun’s lips attach themselves to her neck. Despite not wanting Eunsook to go just seconds before, Taemin starts freak out over how intent his hyungs seem on not letting Eunsook leave.
“It’s-I’m too h-hot,” she says quietly and Minho’s already passing Jonghyun something. Taemin wants to stop them but the bottle’s already up to her lips as he stands and realizes he’s half hard and drunker than he thought. The room is spinning and standing has suddenly become an impossible task.
“Here, take your shirt off,” Jonghyun suggests and Minho’s already got her arms lifted shirt half off before she can say anything.
“I-” she starts but never finishes as Jonghyun kisses, tongue fat and deep in her mouth.
“Are you wet?” he whispers.
Eunsook doesn’t answer. She turns her head to look at Taemin and he can see how heavily she’s breathing. She looks like she’s going to pass out.
“Jonghyun don’t. Leave Eunsook alone.”
Minho chuckles in spite of or maybe at Taemin’s weak plea, bringing a finger to drag lightly down the curve of Eunsook’s back, causing her to jerk and arch.
Taemin sees Jonghyun’s hand slip under Eunsook’s skirt as Minho pulls her body weight up so that she’s hanging from his arms, tip toes barely brushing the ground. With his foot he pushes Eunsook’s underwear off the rest of the way.
Eunsook gasps as Taemin sees Jonghyun’s hand move beneath her skirt and Jonghyun smiles, lifting his focus from her towards Taemin in response.
“But look at how excited she is.”
Jonghyun’s all pride as he looks back at Eunsook.
“If you don’t like it little girl, why are you so turned on?”
He brings the fingers up from inside her legs, wet for Eunsook to see, pressing them against her lips. She curls her lips in refusing him feverishly, but it doesn’t bother Jonghyun in the slightest.
“Aw, don’t be like that.”
He touches her jaw lightly tracing with just a finger before sneaking it past her lips. He hooks it on her bottom jaw and pushes down just a bit, her mouth opens, but only slightly. She looks confused. He grips her jaw with his hand, increasing the pressure slowly until her mouth opens, and pushes just the tips of his fingers past. The smell and taste of herself on the pads of his skin is overwhelming.
Minho’s big hands rub up Eunsook’s hip and stomach. Her eyes close tightly as he scratches his nails across her belly and her voice shakes.
“Please- ”
“Please what? Stop, or keep going?”
She looks over at Taemin and he sees Jonghyun sink for a second before asking more determinedly,
“Because it’s not Taemin, or because he’s watching?”
Taemin takes a sharp breath in as he waits for her reaction.
Eunsook’s gone quiet though, except for a few pained noises she seems ashamed for letting slip out as Jonghyun’s hand goes back to moving underneath her skirt. It’s agonizing to watch, but it also makes Taemin ache somewhere it shouldn’t. He can’t decide if the heat he feels is sickly or sweet.
“Taemin-ah why don’t you decide for us?”
“I don’t-”
“Taemin if you like her too, then let’s share. Come on, I could have any girl. You know that. And I don’t have to be nice to you. But I like you Taemin. I like you and Eunsook a lot.”
“What about Minho?”
Jonghyun laughs a little, obviously relieved that was Taemin’s choice of question.
“Minho, you don’t mind do you?”
Minho sighs, but he’s not going to disappoint Jonghyun now.
“Long as you let me watch.”
He keeps his hands on Eunsook for the time being though, not willing to give the warm feeling of her body against his until Taemin steps up and takes it.
Minho decides to take advantage of whatever time he has left, voice heady in Eunsook’s ear.
“Hey Eunsook, truth or dare?”
He sucks gently on her ear and his hands are big, keeping her body stable, but making her head spin. She doesn’t answer.
“Tell you what, I’ll pick for you.
What’s the biggest thing you’ve ever had inside you?”
She turns red. There’s something about her that sees this as a challenge, and if she doesn’t answer she loses.
“Someone’s fingers.”
“And how many fingers did they get inside you?”
“No, now it’s my turn, how bad do you want to fuck Jonghyun?”
Minho’s pissed at the interruption, and feeling like the least wanted in the group for the first time in his life. He’s hard, tired, and wasted. He grunts his disapproval and answers cynically,
“If you weren’t in the way, I’d do him right now.”
Jonghyun smirks and plays along, but Taemin knows Minho’s not joking,
“Will have a circle jerk next time I swear.”
“Whatever man.”
Minho leans forward so quickly Taemin thinks he’s going to head butt Jonghyun, but instead he kisses him quickly on the lips in what makes Taemin laugh because it’s got to be the most aggressive, and gay, peck on the lips Taemin’s ever encountered.
“I’m sleeping in my own bed tonight and if any of you fuckers try to come in the house before ten tomorrow morning, I will beat you.”
“Four.”
Minho smiles as he realizes Eunsook’s finally answered him as he swings his legs onto the ladder.
“Whose were they?”
“My math tutor’s.”
He laughs and shakes head right before he disappears down.
“Naughty girl.”
Taemin pouts and realizes he’s thinking aloud after he hears his own voice.
“Eunsook is a good girl.”
This seems to embarrass her much more than Minho’s naughty statement, but Jonghyun fervently agrees.
“That’s right. Eunsook is a good girl, and I’m a good boy that will do anything she tells me.”
He pulls her closer to recapture her attention and she moans when she feels his erection rub against her lower stomach, trapped between their bodies.
“Tell me, what do you want?”
“I want-I want to get off. Why won’t you just help me get off?” She breathes heavily, frustrated.
Jonghyun rubs her arm to soothe her and takes a little breath of his own before asking, “that involves Taemin for you doesn’t it?”
She nods clearly, if it’s going to ruin their friendship, it’s too late for her to lie about it now, “yes.”
Taemin is still standing awkwardly to the side of them but Jonghyun turns and reaches his hand around to the small of his back, pulling him to them.
“Come here,” he sighs, placing Taemin in front of Eunsook and moving himself to the side. He kisses Taemin’s neck and Eunsook’s chest, allowing them to take their time.
Eunsook helps Taemin find his way into her, it’s not long before Taemin blows. He’s sheepish and hazy feeling afterwards, especially with his best friend staring back at him, and in a way it’s exactly how Taemin always thought losing his virginity would be.
Jonghyun takes his shirt off while still staring at Taemin even though he can tell Jonghyun’s breathing Eunsook. He starts to rub and push against her and keeps tilting her face back to look at him.
“Hey, hey don’t worry, I won’t even make you get me off, see? I just want to see you come. That’s how much I like you Eunsook.”
Eunsook moans ‘bullshit’ pushing lightly with both hands at Jonghyun’s chest, but Taemin can tell she likes the feeling Jonghyun’s giving her and even though he would have been wildly jealous, it’s suddenly incredibly clear to him how much none of them have a say in how Eunsook feels. Eunsook likes him right now, and he can’t consciously do anything to keep it that way or make it change.
She twists between the two boys as Taemin starts to finger her from behind.
“It’s okay if you want it.”
She looks over her shoulder to see him placing little kisses on her back with sleepy sloppy noises.
“Boys are so stupid.”
Jonghyun doesn’t wait to ask again, sinking down quickly between Eunsook’s legs to nuzzle the little curls and lick at the heat. Taemin is glad neither of them can see his face right now because he’s sure they would question him as he realizes that maybe part of Jonghyun’s statement was a lie, maybe something like drinking another man’s come out of Eunsook does get him off.
“Do you like it?” Taemin asks but he’s not really sure who.
“Yes,” Eunsook whispers pleadingly like she needs more while Jonghyun just hums.
He hugs her back against his chest before helping her to reposition in his lap. He pulls her legs back and up to hook over his knees spreading her wider for Jonghyun, and leaving his hands free to grope and pull at her chest.
She grinds up and Taemin suddenly feels brave, twisting his hands into Jonghyun’s hair and pushing his face further into Eunsook folds. They both groan in unison and now he’s sure, sure this is something Jonghyun likes.
“Just…use your fingers.”
They both look like they’re going to protest but before they can Taemin cuts in with why,
“I want you to suck her tits.”
Jonghyun smirks as he comes up, face smeared wet and looking like an animal. He complies immediately. It’s got Eunsook withering within seconds. Taemin strokes her thighs, once experimentally running a hand up Jonghyun’s abs just because, you know, he’s curious, and watches as Eunsook gets finger fucked by his best friend whose mouth is also attached to her chest.
Soon Eunsook’s breath starts to speed up and she whimpers.
“I’m going to make a mess.”
Jonghyun slowly smiles at the realization.
“Are you going to come all over yourself?” he whispers deeply. “Am I going to make you come?”
He’s obviously proud and Taemin kind of feels it too. Eunsook stays silent and just nods.
“Well come on then Taemin.”
Taemin doesn’t register what he means until he feels Jonghyun abs tighten under his hand and he realizes he’s been stroking the skin just above Jonghyun’s cock a little longer than he’d like to admit.
“Help a brother out or I will stick it in her.” Eunsook slaps him but bucks up for him to keep going and Jonghyun’s obviously pleased at his ability to get away with this kind of dickery since she’s so close.
Jonghyun pulls her hood the rest of the way back and rubs down. She spasms violently as he forces her to ride it out, groaning as she comes across their lower abdomens and before she’s even finished Jonghyun’s fat tongue is there to lick it up.
Taemin kisses Eunsook’s forehead as she trembles in the aftershocks, and she’s laughing quietly and panting as she watches him awkwardly forced to return his focus to the handjob he’s giving Jonghyun. Despite it probably being the shittiest one in the history of all hand jobs, Jonghyun’s grinning like a maniac as he pants and leans back on his elbows, watching Taemin try to reposition himself to somehow keep some dignity.
But there are two pairs of eyes on him and it’s his first time touching a dick so it seems that thought was foolish. He frowns as he hears Eunsook try to muffle a laugh and Jonghyun growls as he sits up too fast and slams Taemin against the wall.
“You’re so fucking cute.”
He puts his hand on top of Taemin’s and proceeds to do all the work for him, but Taemin’s having a hard time feeling grateful when his mouth’s being invaded and he’s blushing something fierce. And even if Jonghyun’s doing all the work, his hand is still touching a dick, his best friend’s dick.
Why do they both have to watch him like this? He feels so young and. . . stupid. But it’s not entirely unpleasant, and he definitely can’t find it in him to want to stop. Jonghyun finishes all over their hands and Taemin’s stomach and he smiles widely again before sucking on Taemin’s lip one last time, and biting it hard. He flops on the floor beside Eunsook and promptly passes out like an excited puppy after chasing its tail.
“Hey, let’s do that again sometime.”
Taemin shakes his head at Eunsook’s statement as she rolls them onto their sides and pulls Jonghyun in to be her little spoon. Jonghyun’s firmly starfished on the floor though, finally looking silly in just his socks like Taemin had originally planned, so she settles for just pulling a blanket over the two of them.
Taemin’s head still spinning and he’s unsure whether he’s joking or not anymore,
“And leave poor Minho out? Better not.”