Low-life, High-strung (11/12)
Title: Low-life, High-strung (11/12)
Pairing: Everyone/Jaejoong
Length: 3,814w (29,435 total)
Summary: Jaejoong, a successful internet porn star, returns to his estranged family after the death of his mother leaves some loose ends.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
L O W - L I F E , H I G H - S T R U N G
11.
Yoochun was supposed to meet Jaejoong after school. He raced through the math assignment in last period and was excused from class, retinas number-burnt, twenty minutes early. Breathless, he made it down to Jaejoong's class only to find that Jae had already left. He hadn't even shown up.
His car wasn't in the parking lot.
Before Yoochun had a chance to feel crestfallen, his cell phone buzzed against his thigh. A text from Jaejoong on Junsu's cell: we skipped last period, just come over after <3 j&j.
Yoochun checked his watch. They shouldn't care that he showed up early. He jogged off campus and caught the early bus just in time.
The bus stopped right across the street from Jaejoong's house. Mrs. Kim's SUV wasn't there, just Jaejoong's sleek black sports car parked centimeters from the garage door, wheels twisted; he'd pulled up in a hurry.
Yoochun called Jaejoong's cell phone from the end of the driveway and was sent straight to voicemail. He dialed Junsu and counted seven rings before he hung up.
There was a hide-a-key in the back garden that Jaejoong had told Yoochun about years ago when Yoochun was going through that tough time with his parents, just in case he needed somewhere to stay. The key was still there, pressed into the soil underneath a lion ornament, and Yoochun brushed it off and let himself in through the kitchen.
Jaejoong's shoes were tossed haphazardly across the hall. Junsu's were next to the door, still laced-up. There was a uniform jacket thrown over the banister; Junsu's, judging by the neat press.
Yoochun let the door slam behind him, and a moment later there was a loud thump on the floor overhead. Footsteps thundered down the hall. The bathroom door closed hard enough to visibly rattle picture frames in the stairwell.
"Yo, Jae?" Yoochun called. He went to the bottom of the stairs.
Jaejoong came onto the landing. He was barefoot, shirtless, and breathing hard. When he saw Yoochun, he laughed, almost hysterical. "Fucking hell," he said. He called over his shoulder,"Yah, Junsu, it's Yoochun!"
The bathroom door opened, closed, and Junsu appeared behind his brother on the landing. He heaved a sigh of relief. "Chunnie!"
Yoochun raised an eyebrow. "Who else would it be?"
"Thought you might have been my mom coming home early," Jaejoong said, shrugging off a shudder.
Yoochun waited for the rest of the explanation. None came.
"Come on," Jaejoong said, gesturing, "we'll study in Junsu's room." He didn't give an explanation for the change in routine.
Yoochun followed the brothers into Junsu's room, always picture-perfect, everything in its proper place. Yoochun dropped his backpack in the middle of the floor, and Jaejoong sat down cross-legged.
"What are you guys working on?" Junsu asked.
"Calculus," Jaejoong said with a shudder. And then he blinked sweetly at his younger brother. "Can you help, dongsaeng?"
Junsu rubbed the back of his neck. "What do I get out of it?"
"Something good," Jaejoong promised, drawing the words out.
Yoochun looked between the two brothers, trying to read the air between them, heavy with double meaning. After a moment Junsu shrugged and sat down. "You owe me, hyung," he said, and Jaejoong laughed.
Jaejoong began tugging textbooks out of Yoochun's bag, dropping them into a stack on the floor. He began flipping to the chapter they needed to study. Yoochun stood up quickly. Both boys looked up.
"Bathroom," Yoochun said.
They waved him off, went back to flipping through the textbook. Junsu pointed to an equation and Jaejoong pouted, blowing his bangs out of his face. "I don't know that one," he whined.
Yoochun let the door click shut behind him, and went down the hall to the bathroom. The door to Jaejoong's room was slightly ajar, and out of curiosity, Yoochun peeked inside.
The bed was a mess. There were pillows on the floor, and the duvet spilled over the mattress. The sheets were twisted against the headboard. It looked like someone had been fighting, wrestling in the bed, or-
Yoochun backed out of the room, flushing hot. His stomach dropped to his knees. He felt like he had intruded on something private, something he wasn't supposed to know.
There was a tube of lubricant on the floor by the bed, the lid open, half of the bottle gone.
Jaejoong's words came back to Yoochun, the note of near-panic in his voice as he sighed in relief and said, "Thought you might have been my mom coming home early."
~
"Yoochun, come here."
Yoochun stared at the two brothers on the bed, Junsu naked and tangled in the sheets; Jaejoong with his jeans riding low on his hips, fly open, hair a ruffled mess. It took him a moment to realize that it was Junsu who had spoken, who was holding back the covers for him to join them.
They wanted him to join them.
Yoochun propelled himself forward, but stopped at the edge of the bed. He reached out a shaking hand to touch, but couldn't close the distance. He let his hand hover for a moment, and then dropped it to his side. His lips made a wet sound when they parted.
"Chunnie," Jaejoong whispered. He twisted around to look at Yoochun over his shoulder. "It's okay, come on."
Frozen, fascinated, Yoochun watched as Jaejoong leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against Junsu's. Junsu went rigid at first, eyes flicking over to Yoochun, but then Jaejoong licked along his lower lip and Junsu shut his eyes with a groan. The kiss deepened, and Jaejoong crawled forward to press his chest against his younger brother's.
"Hyung," Junsu said, and Yoochun saw a shudder ripple down Jaejoong's back. "Hyung, move over. Make some room for Yoochun."
Jaejoong shifted to lie on top of Junsu, and Yoochun sat down in the vacated space. He watched Jaejoong frot against the sheets, pressing his goin against Junsu's thigh. It was obscene. It was wrong.
It was the hottest fucking thing that Yoochun had ever seen.
Jaejoong's eyes opened, and when he caught Yoochun staring his lips spread into a naughty grin. "Chunnie," he whined, and then he said it again, whimpering, pleading, as Junsu's leg slid higher between his thighs. "Chunnie, come kiss us."
It was an awkward angle. Yoochun had to lean on the crook of his elbow, level with Junsu's turned head. Jaejoong hovered over them, and he lapped at their lips like a kitten until their mouths were open and tongues were sliding with no care for whose they touched. Yoochun tried to focus on the feeling of the two brothers' - fuck, brothers - tongues against his, but his attention kept wandering. Jaejoong was fidgeting in his jeans, wiggling them over his hips. His fly had been down the whole time. Jaejoong broke the kiss to kick his jeans to the floor.
"You're too dressed, Yoochun," Jaejoong said. "I wanna make you come."
"What about Junsu?" Yoochun wondered. Jaejoong was already sliding to his knees between Yoochun's thighs, licking his lips.
"I already came," Junsu explained, flushing red. "It's probably still..." He let that thought trail off, because Jaejoong blinked, all feigned innocence, and reached between his legs.
"Want to check for yourself?" Jaejoong asked. He brought his fingers up to his mouth before Yoochun could see if there was actually come on them - there probably was, fucking hell - and sucked hard, lathing his tongue between his knuckles, making a show of it.
Yoochun shuddered. He palmed his erection through his trousers. "Stop teasing," he said. "Get to it."
Jaejoong didn't need to be told twice. He had Yoochun's fly open in the time it took to blink. He didn't mess around; as soon as he had Yoochun's cock in his hands, he parted his lips and took it in, bobbing his head once or twice to slick it up, and then he pressed his nose to Yoochun's belly. His throat flexed as he fought the urge to gag. Yoochun's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
"Holy shit, Jae," he gasped. "I won't last long with you doing that."
Jaejoong hummed his acknowledgement, but didn't change his technique. He kept sucking Yoochun hard and deep, slurping up and down, tight wet pressure on the head and then Yoochun was thrusting against the back of Jaejoong's throat.
He grabbed onto Jaejoong's hair when he came, too caught off guard to even stammer a warning. Jaejoong swallowed it all, smacking his lips. He tugged on Yoochun's pants insistently, and Yoochun took the hint and kicked them off. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it somewhere.
"Kiss him," Jaejoong said, and jut his chin towards his brother.
Yoochun turned around and swallowed. Junsu had been watching them with his hand around his cock, stroking it soft and slow. Yoochun licked his lips and bent over. Instead of going for Junsu's mouth, he wrapped his lips around the head of Junsu's cock.
Junsu groaned and fisted a hand into Yoochun's hair. "Fuck yeah," he murmured. "Slick it up for him, Yoochun."
Yoochun bobbed his head in Junsu's lap. He was nowhere near as practiced as Jaejoong, but he curled his fist around what he couldn't fit in his mouth, and made up for it with enthusiasm. Spit was dripping over his fingers, making obscene slurping noises.
With a raspy moan, Junsu pulled Yoochun's head back by the hair.
"Jae... fuck, let Jaejoong get on," Junsu panted.
Jaejoong quickly straddled Junsu's lap, and with hardly a murmur he sat down. Yoochun swallowed; the sight of Junsu's cock disappearing into Jaejoong's hole was too dirty for words. They did it with such practiced ease, and when Junsu flexed, Jaejoong gasped and shuddered.
Yoochun would have been content just to watch. His cock was already hard again from the sight. Jaejoong rolled his hips slowly, taking every inch and savouring it. Junsu was staring at Jaejoong's face; Yoochun could only imagine the exquisite expression there, something meant for Junsu only.
"Ch... Chunnie," Jaejoong gasped, almost too quiet. Yoochun came closer to hear. "Fuck me too."
For a moment Yoochun wasn't sure what Jaejoong meant. Junsu was already buried deep inside of him, there was no room - fuck, he'd have to make room.
"You sure?" Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong nodded his head in time with Junsu's shallow thrusting. "I wanna feel the both of you."
"Fucking hell," Junsu said. He held onto Jaejoong's hips and shifted them closer to the edge of the bed, making a space for Yoochun to fit into. "Hyung," he gasped, swallowed, had to catch his breath, "hyung, we'll hurt you."
"Good," Jaejoong said, with severity. "Yoochun, please!"
Junsu was shaking his head, but Yoochun got onto his knees on the bed. He spit into his palm a few times, rubbed it over the head of his cock, spit again. It didn't seem like enough lubricant. Junsu's cock was tight in Jaejoong's hole; how could there possibly be room for Yoochun's?
With a grunt, Yoochun pressed his cock against the stretching skin. He gave an experimental push, and there was give, but only so slight, and Jaejoong's breath stopped, and then resumed harsh and ragged. Yoochun tried again, and this time he kept pushing.
The moan that came out of Jaejoong's mouth was pure sin, and judging by the sticken look on Junsu's face, his brother thought so too. Yoochun tried to let Jaejoong set the pace, but it was impossible not to cant his hips forward, trying to thrust further into the cramped space. Junsu's cock twitched and Yoochun felt it.
"Jae," Junsu groaned. "Jae, it's too tight. You're hurting."
Yoochun realized with a start that Jaejoong was crying, or at least tearing up. Junsu was thumbing the moisture away from his brother's eyes with an expression somewhere between horror and pained pleasure. Yoochun stopped his pushing.
"Don't you dare pull out," Jaejoong hissed over his shoulder. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, hair plastered to his face. His eyes were wet, but he blinked the tears away and tilted his head back, adam's apple prominent as he swallowed and whispered, "Oh god."
Yoochun focused all of his energy on stilling his hips, not moving an inch. It was agony; every instinct was screaming at him to move, to pull back to relieve some of the pressure, or push in to feel more of that warmth, that near-painful tightness. He dug his fingers into Jaejoong's hips and tried to listen to what Junsu was whispering; a litany of praise as Jaejoong slowly rocked forward, impaling himself deeper on two cocks.
"Oh fuck, hyung, you look so beautiful," Junsu whisper-moaned. "Don't hold your breath, I wanna hear you breathing."
Jaejoong let his air out, and inhaled with a sharp gasp. Held it. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat. With a sigh, Jaejoong relaxed his thighs. They were in as far as this angle would allow; Yoochun would have to lower his hips to thrust any deeper, and Junsu needed to roll his tailbone, cant his hips upwards. But neither of them moved, waiting for some kind of signal from Jaejoong.
After a moment Jaejoong laughed, an airy chuckle that sent shivers down Yoochun's spine. "I won't break," he said.
"Feels like it," Yoochun said through gritted teeth.
Jaejoong shook his head. Yoochun stared, fascinated, as the muscles in Jaejoong's legs tensed. He raised himself up slightly, barely half an inch, and then rolled his hips. His mouth fell open, tongue lolling. He splayed his hands across Junsu's chest. "Please, Junsu," he whispered. "Tell me... tell me-"
"Hyung," Junsu groaned.
Yoochun wanted to see the expression on Junsu's face. He wrapped one arm around Jaejoong's chest, pulling him back against him, and rested his chin on Jaejoong's shoulder. Jaejoong was off-balance, all of his weight against Yoochun. The tendons in his neck were straining as he tried to move, to shift his hips.
"Junsu, move, please, move," Jaejoong begged.
Junsu was wincing, his eyes squeezed shut, lips pulled back to expose his teeth in a snarl. He had one hand loosely around Jaejoong's cock, not jerking, not even squeezing, just a slight pressure at the base. Junsu bucked his hips, and his cock slid against Yoochun's, not enough lube, like rugburn; too tight, too hot. Yoochun cussed into the shell of Jaejoong's ear, and Jaejoong responded by spitting lewdly into his hand and reaching around to wrap his fingers around the few inches of Yoochun that weren't buried inside of him.
"You're such a slut for this," Yoochun said, almost in disbelief.
Jaejoong moaned, long and loud. Junsu was thrusting now, and Yoochun didn't move at all, just clutched onto Jaejoong and gasped at the tension. Junsu's cock stretched Jaejoong open and slid along the underside of Yoochun's cock, fighting for the same space. "Yoochun," Jaejoong said, "say it again, call me a slut."
"You're a slut," Yoochun repeated. "You're a fucking cock slut. You love it inside you."
"Junsu," Jaejoong said. His voice cracked on the second syllable, and he swallowed and tried again. "Junsu, tell me."
Yoochun felt rude, but couldn't look away. Junsu locked eyes with Jaejoong and said, "You're a slut, you're my slut."
Yoochun didn't expect Jaejoong to fall forward, and he barely managed to hold him up. Jaejoong was gasping for air, and his body was dripping with sweat. He leaned forward and kissed his brother, all tongue and teeth, breaking apart for air only to return to biting at Junsu's lips as soon as he took a shallow breath.
The change of angle meant that Yoochun had to start thrusting, and he managed to find a rhythm, thrusting in when Junsu pulled back, pulling almost all the way out to allow Junsu to push in. Jaejoong shook and gasped every time Yoochun pulled out, almost all the way, just the head of his cock remaining inside the tight ring of muscle.
"Say it again," Jaejoong urged. He started rocking his hips, moaning without restraint now. Junsu's hand was moving; jerking Jaejoong off, and judging by the pace, Jaejoong was close.
"Come for me," Junsu whispered. "Like a good slut. Come for me, hyung."
The way he stressed the last word made Yoochun shudder. He thrust harder, almost toppling Jaejoong over, holding onto his hips with a white-knuckled grip. Jaejoong was mewling, almost sobbing, and he buried his face in the crook of Junsu's shoulder.
"Yoochun," Junsu moaned. His mouth was hanging open, and he lifted his head off the pillow.
Yoochun leaned over Jaejoong's back and kissed Junsu hard, sliding his tongue into his mouth and groaning, because oh fuck Junsu was hot when he was flustered and moaning and had his guard down, thrusting and frotting, everything slick with sweat and spit.
Jaejoong's breathing hitched, and every muscle in his body tensed. He became impossibly tighter, his ass clencing around Junsu and Yoochun's cock, and he keened and whimpered, voice muffled by the pillow and Junsu's skin.
"Ah!" Junsu cried out and arched, thrusting hard into Jaejoong, almost pushing Yoochun out. He shook his head and said, "Jae, you fucking bit me."
Jaejoong didn't respond, just shuddered and shook between them. He was coming all over Junsu's stomach, trembling, helplessly grinding his hips as he rode out his orgasm. From Junsu's grimace, Jaejoong must have had his teeth dug into Junsu's shoulder to muffle the sound of his moaning.
Jaejoong went limp between them, just kissing Junsu lazily. Yoochun kissed the back of Jaejoong's neck and whispered, "You did so fucking well, Jae. Fuck, so good."
"Hold him up," Junsu said. He pushed Jaejoong back until he was in a sitting position, flush to Yoochun's chest, held in place by Yoochun's arms.
Junsu held onto Jaejoong's hips, his thumbs digging into the bone, and he fucked Jaejoong in earnest, pumping his hips until sweat beaded down his face and his breathing came in sharp, jagged bursts. Jaejoong whimpered in Yoochun's arms, but didn't try to pull away.
When Junsu came, Yoochun felt every pulse and twitch of his cock inside of Jaejoong, the tense and strain as Junsu shot deep inside of Jaejoong's hole. Junsu let his cock slip out, and for some reason Yoochun expected that to bring looseness, but it only let him slide in deeper, frictionless from Junsu's come coating his cock. That was all it took to have Yoochun coming so hard his vision went blurry.
Jaejoong let out a sound close to a sob. "Su-yah," he choked out, "Su, please."
They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs. Jaejoong struggled to his hands and knees and clambered over to Junsu's side, curling up next to him. He was shaking, shedding hot tears.
"Hyung," Junsu whispered. "Clean up and come back."
Jaejoong's legs shook when he stood up. He wavered, trying to regain trust in his sense of balance. He grabbed a box of tissues from the desk and brought it back to the bed, nudging Junsu with his knee until Junsu slid over to the middle. Jaejoong untangled the sheet and pulled it over them.
Junsu didn't protest, actually seemed to enjoy it, so Yoochun put his arms around him and buried his face into the crook of Junsu's shoulder. They fit so well like that, snuggled up close.
"This is nice," Yoochun said.
"Sleep," Jaejoong said. His voice was muffled against Junsu's chest. "Don't talk, just sleep."
~
Yoochun woke up early enough that it was still dark out. He'd been having a nightmare; strange, distorted images that left him feeling unsettled. There was a shuffle on the other side of the room, and Yoochun realized that must have been what woke him up.
Jaejoong was packing. His suitcase was full, all of the clothes folded and neatly arranged. He disappeared into the bathroom for a minute, and when he came back he was wearing sweats and a hoodie, a black beanie pulled over his hair.
"Hey," Yoochun said. His voice came out croaky with sleep.
Jaejoong put a hand over his heart. "Holy shit, you scared me."
"Sorry." Yoochun watched Jaejoong look around the room for anything his might have missed. Satisfied that there was nothing else, Jaejoong zipped up his suitcase. "Are you leaving?" Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong nodded. "Flight leaves in a few hours. I want to go before Junsu wakes up."
Yoochun glanced at the shape in bed next to him, Junsu's body twisted up in the sheets, snoring lightly.
"What happened between you guys?"
There was a long silence, and Yoochun thought that Jaejoong might have been ignoring the question. Finally, Jaejoong sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know anymore, Yoochun. When dad died, we... it was comforting at first. You know?"
Yoochun nodded, but he didn't know. How could he?
"We thought we were in love," Jaejoong said, and he laughed a bit at the thought, not at all a pleasant laugh. Bitter. "And I do love him," he went on, "but we thought that it was something else entirely. We thought that things could be like that. And maybe in a different situation, they could."
"Is that why you moved?" Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong's lip quirked upwards, nearly a smile, more of a snarl. "Yeah. Our mother... saw. It was either I took the blame, or we were both cut off."
"I saw," Yoochun said. At Jaejoong's stricken look he clarified, "Not you two together, but I mean, I knew. That one time, when I came over to do homework and you guys thought it was your mom coming home. I knew."
Jaejoong bit his lip and looked down. "It had to stop," he said, and then he shook his head. "No, I mean, it has to stop. It's not healthy. For either of us. You understand, right?"
"Yeah, I understand."
"I'm not being a dick?"
"No, I get it. You have to let go so he can."
Jaejoong nodded. "You'll look after him, right, Chunnie?"
Yoochun looked over to the sleeping Junsu. He wondered how hard he'd cry when he realized Jaejoong had left. "Of course, hyung."
Jaejoong crossed the room in two huge steps, stopping right in front of Yoochun. He bent down and carefully, slowly, pressed his lips to Yoochun's. "Thank you," he whispered.
Junsu stirred and they both froze, waiting for him to settle. Once Junsu tossed onto his side, Jaejoong decided to stop pushing his luck. He picked up his suitcase and hauled it out to the hall.
He paused in the doorway, looking back at his brother, for a moment second-guessing.
"Your flight," Yoochun said gently. He wasn't trying to rush him; Jaejoong just looked like he needed an encouragement.
With a heavy sigh, Jaejoong pulled the door shut behind him.
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Pairing: Everyone/Jaejoong
Length: 3,814w (29,435 total)
Summary: Jaejoong, a successful internet porn star, returns to his estranged family after the death of his mother leaves some loose ends.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
L O W - L I F E , H I G H - S T R U N G
11.
Yoochun was supposed to meet Jaejoong after school. He raced through the math assignment in last period and was excused from class, retinas number-burnt, twenty minutes early. Breathless, he made it down to Jaejoong's class only to find that Jae had already left. He hadn't even shown up.
His car wasn't in the parking lot.
Before Yoochun had a chance to feel crestfallen, his cell phone buzzed against his thigh. A text from Jaejoong on Junsu's cell: we skipped last period, just come over after <3 j&j.
Yoochun checked his watch. They shouldn't care that he showed up early. He jogged off campus and caught the early bus just in time.
The bus stopped right across the street from Jaejoong's house. Mrs. Kim's SUV wasn't there, just Jaejoong's sleek black sports car parked centimeters from the garage door, wheels twisted; he'd pulled up in a hurry.
Yoochun called Jaejoong's cell phone from the end of the driveway and was sent straight to voicemail. He dialed Junsu and counted seven rings before he hung up.
There was a hide-a-key in the back garden that Jaejoong had told Yoochun about years ago when Yoochun was going through that tough time with his parents, just in case he needed somewhere to stay. The key was still there, pressed into the soil underneath a lion ornament, and Yoochun brushed it off and let himself in through the kitchen.
Jaejoong's shoes were tossed haphazardly across the hall. Junsu's were next to the door, still laced-up. There was a uniform jacket thrown over the banister; Junsu's, judging by the neat press.
Yoochun let the door slam behind him, and a moment later there was a loud thump on the floor overhead. Footsteps thundered down the hall. The bathroom door closed hard enough to visibly rattle picture frames in the stairwell.
"Yo, Jae?" Yoochun called. He went to the bottom of the stairs.
Jaejoong came onto the landing. He was barefoot, shirtless, and breathing hard. When he saw Yoochun, he laughed, almost hysterical. "Fucking hell," he said. He called over his shoulder,"Yah, Junsu, it's Yoochun!"
The bathroom door opened, closed, and Junsu appeared behind his brother on the landing. He heaved a sigh of relief. "Chunnie!"
Yoochun raised an eyebrow. "Who else would it be?"
"Thought you might have been my mom coming home early," Jaejoong said, shrugging off a shudder.
Yoochun waited for the rest of the explanation. None came.
"Come on," Jaejoong said, gesturing, "we'll study in Junsu's room." He didn't give an explanation for the change in routine.
Yoochun followed the brothers into Junsu's room, always picture-perfect, everything in its proper place. Yoochun dropped his backpack in the middle of the floor, and Jaejoong sat down cross-legged.
"What are you guys working on?" Junsu asked.
"Calculus," Jaejoong said with a shudder. And then he blinked sweetly at his younger brother. "Can you help, dongsaeng?"
Junsu rubbed the back of his neck. "What do I get out of it?"
"Something good," Jaejoong promised, drawing the words out.
Yoochun looked between the two brothers, trying to read the air between them, heavy with double meaning. After a moment Junsu shrugged and sat down. "You owe me, hyung," he said, and Jaejoong laughed.
Jaejoong began tugging textbooks out of Yoochun's bag, dropping them into a stack on the floor. He began flipping to the chapter they needed to study. Yoochun stood up quickly. Both boys looked up.
"Bathroom," Yoochun said.
They waved him off, went back to flipping through the textbook. Junsu pointed to an equation and Jaejoong pouted, blowing his bangs out of his face. "I don't know that one," he whined.
Yoochun let the door click shut behind him, and went down the hall to the bathroom. The door to Jaejoong's room was slightly ajar, and out of curiosity, Yoochun peeked inside.
The bed was a mess. There were pillows on the floor, and the duvet spilled over the mattress. The sheets were twisted against the headboard. It looked like someone had been fighting, wrestling in the bed, or-
Yoochun backed out of the room, flushing hot. His stomach dropped to his knees. He felt like he had intruded on something private, something he wasn't supposed to know.
There was a tube of lubricant on the floor by the bed, the lid open, half of the bottle gone.
Jaejoong's words came back to Yoochun, the note of near-panic in his voice as he sighed in relief and said, "Thought you might have been my mom coming home early."
~
"Yoochun, come here."
Yoochun stared at the two brothers on the bed, Junsu naked and tangled in the sheets; Jaejoong with his jeans riding low on his hips, fly open, hair a ruffled mess. It took him a moment to realize that it was Junsu who had spoken, who was holding back the covers for him to join them.
They wanted him to join them.
Yoochun propelled himself forward, but stopped at the edge of the bed. He reached out a shaking hand to touch, but couldn't close the distance. He let his hand hover for a moment, and then dropped it to his side. His lips made a wet sound when they parted.
"Chunnie," Jaejoong whispered. He twisted around to look at Yoochun over his shoulder. "It's okay, come on."
Frozen, fascinated, Yoochun watched as Jaejoong leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against Junsu's. Junsu went rigid at first, eyes flicking over to Yoochun, but then Jaejoong licked along his lower lip and Junsu shut his eyes with a groan. The kiss deepened, and Jaejoong crawled forward to press his chest against his younger brother's.
"Hyung," Junsu said, and Yoochun saw a shudder ripple down Jaejoong's back. "Hyung, move over. Make some room for Yoochun."
Jaejoong shifted to lie on top of Junsu, and Yoochun sat down in the vacated space. He watched Jaejoong frot against the sheets, pressing his goin against Junsu's thigh. It was obscene. It was wrong.
It was the hottest fucking thing that Yoochun had ever seen.
Jaejoong's eyes opened, and when he caught Yoochun staring his lips spread into a naughty grin. "Chunnie," he whined, and then he said it again, whimpering, pleading, as Junsu's leg slid higher between his thighs. "Chunnie, come kiss us."
It was an awkward angle. Yoochun had to lean on the crook of his elbow, level with Junsu's turned head. Jaejoong hovered over them, and he lapped at their lips like a kitten until their mouths were open and tongues were sliding with no care for whose they touched. Yoochun tried to focus on the feeling of the two brothers' - fuck, brothers - tongues against his, but his attention kept wandering. Jaejoong was fidgeting in his jeans, wiggling them over his hips. His fly had been down the whole time. Jaejoong broke the kiss to kick his jeans to the floor.
"You're too dressed, Yoochun," Jaejoong said. "I wanna make you come."
"What about Junsu?" Yoochun wondered. Jaejoong was already sliding to his knees between Yoochun's thighs, licking his lips.
"I already came," Junsu explained, flushing red. "It's probably still..." He let that thought trail off, because Jaejoong blinked, all feigned innocence, and reached between his legs.
"Want to check for yourself?" Jaejoong asked. He brought his fingers up to his mouth before Yoochun could see if there was actually come on them - there probably was, fucking hell - and sucked hard, lathing his tongue between his knuckles, making a show of it.
Yoochun shuddered. He palmed his erection through his trousers. "Stop teasing," he said. "Get to it."
Jaejoong didn't need to be told twice. He had Yoochun's fly open in the time it took to blink. He didn't mess around; as soon as he had Yoochun's cock in his hands, he parted his lips and took it in, bobbing his head once or twice to slick it up, and then he pressed his nose to Yoochun's belly. His throat flexed as he fought the urge to gag. Yoochun's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
"Holy shit, Jae," he gasped. "I won't last long with you doing that."
Jaejoong hummed his acknowledgement, but didn't change his technique. He kept sucking Yoochun hard and deep, slurping up and down, tight wet pressure on the head and then Yoochun was thrusting against the back of Jaejoong's throat.
He grabbed onto Jaejoong's hair when he came, too caught off guard to even stammer a warning. Jaejoong swallowed it all, smacking his lips. He tugged on Yoochun's pants insistently, and Yoochun took the hint and kicked them off. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it somewhere.
"Kiss him," Jaejoong said, and jut his chin towards his brother.
Yoochun turned around and swallowed. Junsu had been watching them with his hand around his cock, stroking it soft and slow. Yoochun licked his lips and bent over. Instead of going for Junsu's mouth, he wrapped his lips around the head of Junsu's cock.
Junsu groaned and fisted a hand into Yoochun's hair. "Fuck yeah," he murmured. "Slick it up for him, Yoochun."
Yoochun bobbed his head in Junsu's lap. He was nowhere near as practiced as Jaejoong, but he curled his fist around what he couldn't fit in his mouth, and made up for it with enthusiasm. Spit was dripping over his fingers, making obscene slurping noises.
With a raspy moan, Junsu pulled Yoochun's head back by the hair.
"Jae... fuck, let Jaejoong get on," Junsu panted.
Jaejoong quickly straddled Junsu's lap, and with hardly a murmur he sat down. Yoochun swallowed; the sight of Junsu's cock disappearing into Jaejoong's hole was too dirty for words. They did it with such practiced ease, and when Junsu flexed, Jaejoong gasped and shuddered.
Yoochun would have been content just to watch. His cock was already hard again from the sight. Jaejoong rolled his hips slowly, taking every inch and savouring it. Junsu was staring at Jaejoong's face; Yoochun could only imagine the exquisite expression there, something meant for Junsu only.
"Ch... Chunnie," Jaejoong gasped, almost too quiet. Yoochun came closer to hear. "Fuck me too."
For a moment Yoochun wasn't sure what Jaejoong meant. Junsu was already buried deep inside of him, there was no room - fuck, he'd have to make room.
"You sure?" Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong nodded his head in time with Junsu's shallow thrusting. "I wanna feel the both of you."
"Fucking hell," Junsu said. He held onto Jaejoong's hips and shifted them closer to the edge of the bed, making a space for Yoochun to fit into. "Hyung," he gasped, swallowed, had to catch his breath, "hyung, we'll hurt you."
"Good," Jaejoong said, with severity. "Yoochun, please!"
Junsu was shaking his head, but Yoochun got onto his knees on the bed. He spit into his palm a few times, rubbed it over the head of his cock, spit again. It didn't seem like enough lubricant. Junsu's cock was tight in Jaejoong's hole; how could there possibly be room for Yoochun's?
With a grunt, Yoochun pressed his cock against the stretching skin. He gave an experimental push, and there was give, but only so slight, and Jaejoong's breath stopped, and then resumed harsh and ragged. Yoochun tried again, and this time he kept pushing.
The moan that came out of Jaejoong's mouth was pure sin, and judging by the sticken look on Junsu's face, his brother thought so too. Yoochun tried to let Jaejoong set the pace, but it was impossible not to cant his hips forward, trying to thrust further into the cramped space. Junsu's cock twitched and Yoochun felt it.
"Jae," Junsu groaned. "Jae, it's too tight. You're hurting."
Yoochun realized with a start that Jaejoong was crying, or at least tearing up. Junsu was thumbing the moisture away from his brother's eyes with an expression somewhere between horror and pained pleasure. Yoochun stopped his pushing.
"Don't you dare pull out," Jaejoong hissed over his shoulder. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, hair plastered to his face. His eyes were wet, but he blinked the tears away and tilted his head back, adam's apple prominent as he swallowed and whispered, "Oh god."
Yoochun focused all of his energy on stilling his hips, not moving an inch. It was agony; every instinct was screaming at him to move, to pull back to relieve some of the pressure, or push in to feel more of that warmth, that near-painful tightness. He dug his fingers into Jaejoong's hips and tried to listen to what Junsu was whispering; a litany of praise as Jaejoong slowly rocked forward, impaling himself deeper on two cocks.
"Oh fuck, hyung, you look so beautiful," Junsu whisper-moaned. "Don't hold your breath, I wanna hear you breathing."
Jaejoong let his air out, and inhaled with a sharp gasp. Held it. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat. With a sigh, Jaejoong relaxed his thighs. They were in as far as this angle would allow; Yoochun would have to lower his hips to thrust any deeper, and Junsu needed to roll his tailbone, cant his hips upwards. But neither of them moved, waiting for some kind of signal from Jaejoong.
After a moment Jaejoong laughed, an airy chuckle that sent shivers down Yoochun's spine. "I won't break," he said.
"Feels like it," Yoochun said through gritted teeth.
Jaejoong shook his head. Yoochun stared, fascinated, as the muscles in Jaejoong's legs tensed. He raised himself up slightly, barely half an inch, and then rolled his hips. His mouth fell open, tongue lolling. He splayed his hands across Junsu's chest. "Please, Junsu," he whispered. "Tell me... tell me-"
"Hyung," Junsu groaned.
Yoochun wanted to see the expression on Junsu's face. He wrapped one arm around Jaejoong's chest, pulling him back against him, and rested his chin on Jaejoong's shoulder. Jaejoong was off-balance, all of his weight against Yoochun. The tendons in his neck were straining as he tried to move, to shift his hips.
"Junsu, move, please, move," Jaejoong begged.
Junsu was wincing, his eyes squeezed shut, lips pulled back to expose his teeth in a snarl. He had one hand loosely around Jaejoong's cock, not jerking, not even squeezing, just a slight pressure at the base. Junsu bucked his hips, and his cock slid against Yoochun's, not enough lube, like rugburn; too tight, too hot. Yoochun cussed into the shell of Jaejoong's ear, and Jaejoong responded by spitting lewdly into his hand and reaching around to wrap his fingers around the few inches of Yoochun that weren't buried inside of him.
"You're such a slut for this," Yoochun said, almost in disbelief.
Jaejoong moaned, long and loud. Junsu was thrusting now, and Yoochun didn't move at all, just clutched onto Jaejoong and gasped at the tension. Junsu's cock stretched Jaejoong open and slid along the underside of Yoochun's cock, fighting for the same space. "Yoochun," Jaejoong said, "say it again, call me a slut."
"You're a slut," Yoochun repeated. "You're a fucking cock slut. You love it inside you."
"Junsu," Jaejoong said. His voice cracked on the second syllable, and he swallowed and tried again. "Junsu, tell me."
Yoochun felt rude, but couldn't look away. Junsu locked eyes with Jaejoong and said, "You're a slut, you're my slut."
Yoochun didn't expect Jaejoong to fall forward, and he barely managed to hold him up. Jaejoong was gasping for air, and his body was dripping with sweat. He leaned forward and kissed his brother, all tongue and teeth, breaking apart for air only to return to biting at Junsu's lips as soon as he took a shallow breath.
The change of angle meant that Yoochun had to start thrusting, and he managed to find a rhythm, thrusting in when Junsu pulled back, pulling almost all the way out to allow Junsu to push in. Jaejoong shook and gasped every time Yoochun pulled out, almost all the way, just the head of his cock remaining inside the tight ring of muscle.
"Say it again," Jaejoong urged. He started rocking his hips, moaning without restraint now. Junsu's hand was moving; jerking Jaejoong off, and judging by the pace, Jaejoong was close.
"Come for me," Junsu whispered. "Like a good slut. Come for me, hyung."
The way he stressed the last word made Yoochun shudder. He thrust harder, almost toppling Jaejoong over, holding onto his hips with a white-knuckled grip. Jaejoong was mewling, almost sobbing, and he buried his face in the crook of Junsu's shoulder.
"Yoochun," Junsu moaned. His mouth was hanging open, and he lifted his head off the pillow.
Yoochun leaned over Jaejoong's back and kissed Junsu hard, sliding his tongue into his mouth and groaning, because oh fuck Junsu was hot when he was flustered and moaning and had his guard down, thrusting and frotting, everything slick with sweat and spit.
Jaejoong's breathing hitched, and every muscle in his body tensed. He became impossibly tighter, his ass clencing around Junsu and Yoochun's cock, and he keened and whimpered, voice muffled by the pillow and Junsu's skin.
"Ah!" Junsu cried out and arched, thrusting hard into Jaejoong, almost pushing Yoochun out. He shook his head and said, "Jae, you fucking bit me."
Jaejoong didn't respond, just shuddered and shook between them. He was coming all over Junsu's stomach, trembling, helplessly grinding his hips as he rode out his orgasm. From Junsu's grimace, Jaejoong must have had his teeth dug into Junsu's shoulder to muffle the sound of his moaning.
Jaejoong went limp between them, just kissing Junsu lazily. Yoochun kissed the back of Jaejoong's neck and whispered, "You did so fucking well, Jae. Fuck, so good."
"Hold him up," Junsu said. He pushed Jaejoong back until he was in a sitting position, flush to Yoochun's chest, held in place by Yoochun's arms.
Junsu held onto Jaejoong's hips, his thumbs digging into the bone, and he fucked Jaejoong in earnest, pumping his hips until sweat beaded down his face and his breathing came in sharp, jagged bursts. Jaejoong whimpered in Yoochun's arms, but didn't try to pull away.
When Junsu came, Yoochun felt every pulse and twitch of his cock inside of Jaejoong, the tense and strain as Junsu shot deep inside of Jaejoong's hole. Junsu let his cock slip out, and for some reason Yoochun expected that to bring looseness, but it only let him slide in deeper, frictionless from Junsu's come coating his cock. That was all it took to have Yoochun coming so hard his vision went blurry.
Jaejoong let out a sound close to a sob. "Su-yah," he choked out, "Su, please."
They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs. Jaejoong struggled to his hands and knees and clambered over to Junsu's side, curling up next to him. He was shaking, shedding hot tears.
"Hyung," Junsu whispered. "Clean up and come back."
Jaejoong's legs shook when he stood up. He wavered, trying to regain trust in his sense of balance. He grabbed a box of tissues from the desk and brought it back to the bed, nudging Junsu with his knee until Junsu slid over to the middle. Jaejoong untangled the sheet and pulled it over them.
Junsu didn't protest, actually seemed to enjoy it, so Yoochun put his arms around him and buried his face into the crook of Junsu's shoulder. They fit so well like that, snuggled up close.
"This is nice," Yoochun said.
"Sleep," Jaejoong said. His voice was muffled against Junsu's chest. "Don't talk, just sleep."
~
Yoochun woke up early enough that it was still dark out. He'd been having a nightmare; strange, distorted images that left him feeling unsettled. There was a shuffle on the other side of the room, and Yoochun realized that must have been what woke him up.
Jaejoong was packing. His suitcase was full, all of the clothes folded and neatly arranged. He disappeared into the bathroom for a minute, and when he came back he was wearing sweats and a hoodie, a black beanie pulled over his hair.
"Hey," Yoochun said. His voice came out croaky with sleep.
Jaejoong put a hand over his heart. "Holy shit, you scared me."
"Sorry." Yoochun watched Jaejoong look around the room for anything his might have missed. Satisfied that there was nothing else, Jaejoong zipped up his suitcase. "Are you leaving?" Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong nodded. "Flight leaves in a few hours. I want to go before Junsu wakes up."
Yoochun glanced at the shape in bed next to him, Junsu's body twisted up in the sheets, snoring lightly.
"What happened between you guys?"
There was a long silence, and Yoochun thought that Jaejoong might have been ignoring the question. Finally, Jaejoong sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know anymore, Yoochun. When dad died, we... it was comforting at first. You know?"
Yoochun nodded, but he didn't know. How could he?
"We thought we were in love," Jaejoong said, and he laughed a bit at the thought, not at all a pleasant laugh. Bitter. "And I do love him," he went on, "but we thought that it was something else entirely. We thought that things could be like that. And maybe in a different situation, they could."
"Is that why you moved?" Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong's lip quirked upwards, nearly a smile, more of a snarl. "Yeah. Our mother... saw. It was either I took the blame, or we were both cut off."
"I saw," Yoochun said. At Jaejoong's stricken look he clarified, "Not you two together, but I mean, I knew. That one time, when I came over to do homework and you guys thought it was your mom coming home. I knew."
Jaejoong bit his lip and looked down. "It had to stop," he said, and then he shook his head. "No, I mean, it has to stop. It's not healthy. For either of us. You understand, right?"
"Yeah, I understand."
"I'm not being a dick?"
"No, I get it. You have to let go so he can."
Jaejoong nodded. "You'll look after him, right, Chunnie?"
Yoochun looked over to the sleeping Junsu. He wondered how hard he'd cry when he realized Jaejoong had left. "Of course, hyung."
Jaejoong crossed the room in two huge steps, stopping right in front of Yoochun. He bent down and carefully, slowly, pressed his lips to Yoochun's. "Thank you," he whispered.
Junsu stirred and they both froze, waiting for him to settle. Once Junsu tossed onto his side, Jaejoong decided to stop pushing his luck. He picked up his suitcase and hauled it out to the hall.
He paused in the doorway, looking back at his brother, for a moment second-guessing.
"Your flight," Yoochun said gently. He wasn't trying to rush him; Jaejoong just looked like he needed an encouragement.
With a heavy sigh, Jaejoong pulled the door shut behind him.
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