Consequences 1/2
Title: Consequences 1/2
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu/Jaejoong (implied Hyukjae/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17 This fic contains violent emotional sex
Disclaimer: They are not mine to abuse or fuck or cuddle with.
Summary: Junsu knew seeing Jaejoong again wasn't going to be easy. But he didn't know it was going to be this hard.
This is a sequel to the fic Games. I wasn't going to write a sequel to it, but it's been bugging me for a few months, so yeah ... figured I should.
This fic contains violent emotional sex.
Part 1:
"Stop fretting," Hyukjae said. He batted Junsu's hands away from his tie and straightened it. "Why are you so nervous?"
Junsu frowned, but said nothing. He couldn't tell Hyuk why he was so nervous. No one but his father would understand, and he definitely was not telling his father why he was so nervous.
"It's just a business party," Hyukjae said. "Stop acting like you've never been to one before."
That was part of the problem. Junsu hadn't been to a business party in Korea for about eight years.
"This party is half for you anyway."
Junsu sighed. "I know."
This party was definitely a big one. It celebrated his father's thirty years in business, a belated celebration for adding a senior partner, and like Hyukjae said, it was also commemorating Junsu's MBA degree from Columbia University in New York City.
"You know, you'd be a lot calmer if you’d suck me off," Hyukjae said with a grin.
"Fuck off," Junsu said. He stared at himself in the mirror. The suit he wore cost more than some people made in their lifetime. The black-on-black subtle cube pattern was hand stitched. The white silk shirt underneath ghosted along his soft skin. His previously burgundy hair was now black, because no son of his Kim Junhyuk was going to look like some punk idol. Junsu moved a piece of hair to fall differently, and then double checked his face and the subtle makeup on his skin.
“You look amazing,” Hyuk said and kissed his cheek.
Junsu knew it was true; he always looked good, but still, he took a deep breath. There was no way to mentally prepare himself for this moment. He was just going to have to jump in and deal with it. It's how he had to deal with anything that concerned Jaejoong.
---
"Ah, there's my boy!" his father said and put an affectionate arm around Junsu's shoulders. Junsu stiffened, forcing a smile on his face, as he was suddenly in the middle of a circle of men. His fingers tightened around the stem as his champagne glass as he tried to keep his eyes away from Jaejoong.
"Memorize this face, gentlemen, because he's going to be sitting across from you during business deals and trolling your money into my bank account without you even realizing it."
The other men laughed. Junsu lowered his head, the humble son, and muttered something about hoping to be good enough.
"Son, this is Hyunjoong, who runs Saedeak Enterprises. Kyuhyun is his vice president." Junsu bowed and shook both of their hands. "And of course, this is Seunghyun who claims his company is the top of all the financial districts. And you remember Kim Jaejoong."
Junsu kept his face as blank as possible as he bowed to the man who'd fucked his teenage years up, literally and figuratively.
Jaejoong looked amazing. It had taken most of Junsu’s effort not to stare at him as the men mingled before dinner. But his eyes were drawn to the man again and again. Jaejoong wore a navy blue suit. The shirt underneath was a lighter shade of blue, almost white. His hair was a light brown, and the cut framed his face. He didn’t look a day over twenty-five. Junsu did a quick calculation in his head. Jaejoong was almost forty.
Junsu did not shake Jaejoong's hand, because Junsu was afraid of what touching the beautiful man would do to him.
Jaejoong smirked at him, sipping at his champagne glass. They made small talk, and Junsu averted his eyes from Jaejoong's piercing smirk as he answered questions from the other men.
When his father finally decided he had to meet other people, Junsu sighed in relief and turned away, feeling Jaejoong's eyes on his ass.
---
"Thank you," Junsu said. He swallowed as the applause died down a little. "Thank you. It's good to be home and among honest Koreans again. I hope you allow me the time to implement some new practices into the company, and I promise that over the next thirty years, while serving you by my father's side, Kim and Kim Incorporated will continue to grow."
There was more applause and Junsu bowed again before taking his seat next to his father.
"Pretty words, baby," Jaejoong muttered on his other side.
Junsu shut his eyes, mouth tightening and prayed for the end of this farce.
---
The flame flared in the darkness. Junsu cupped his hand around the end of a cigarette and inhaled, the tip glowing ember. The flame died and he put the lighter back in his pocket as a puff of smoke trickled into the night sky.
"So do I get a proper hello from you now?"
Junsu jumped in surprise, but refused to turn around.
"You look good."
Junsu snorted.
Jaejoong laughed. "You look really good. Beautiful ass. Although last time I saw it, you were being doubled up by two vibrators while a cock slid in and out of your mouth."
Junsu took a deep drag on his cigarette. Jaejoong leaned on the stone railing of the balcony next to him. They just barely weren’t touching, and Junsu wanted and needed to feel Jaejoong’s body heat again. He moved away a few inches, but Jaejoong followed, keeping their bodies close.
"Congratulations on convincing my father to make you partner," Junsu said. "I don't think I mentioned that before."
"You should congratulate me from your knees."
Junsu felt himself blush, because that is exactly what he wanted to do.
Jaejoong laughed. He turned around so his back was against the railing. "Give me a drag," he said.
Junsu handed his cigarette to him, and then he made the mistake of not looking away, watching as Jaejoong's lips closed around the filter, his cheeks hallowed out and he inhaled. The smoke trickled from his mouth. Junsu's memories slipped him back in time to when Jaejoong would let Junsu's own come slide over his lips and into Junsu's mouth.
"Do you honestly think we can work well together with all this sexual tension between us?" Jaejoong asked as he handed the cigarette back.
"No," Junsu said. "Do we have a choice?"
Jaejoong smiled at him, and then slowly licked his lips. He leaned forward, into Junsu's space and said, "I'm pretty sure that I always gave you a choice."
Junsu looked away and took a step back as lust flared low in his stomach.
"See you on Monday, Su-ah," Jaejoong said and walked past him.
Junsu stayed outside for another half hour, and then said fuck it. His erection wasn’t going to go down until he got fucked.
---
"Su," Hyukjae said, "what is wrong with you?" He stood in front of Junsu, though Junsu looked by him. He stared at his reflection in the mirror over the dresser.
He flinched when fingers unbuttoned his dress shirt.
"Come on. If you won't tell me what's wrong, at least let me take your mind off it."
Junsu swallowed and then nodded. His shirt fell to the floor and his undershirt followed it.
When Hyukjae's lips pressed against his collarbone, Junsu gripped his shoulders and pushed him away. Sex would not get Jaejoong off his mind. It would only make it worse.
"Sorry, Hyuk, but ... I ... I just want to be alone right now."
Hyukjae frowned, but nodded. "I think I understand, but I'm pretty sure I don't understand."
"As long as you don't interrogate me. I don't want to talk about it."
"Well, I guessed that much. Please call me tomorrow."
Junsu nodded. "I will. Thanks, Hyukkie."
Junsu kissed him, and then walked him to the door of his suite. They kissed again, and then Junsu sighed as the door shut behind him. The hold he had on his emotions shattered and he growled in frustration as stubborn tears dripped down his face.
Jaejoong was not supposed to have this much control over him anymore. It'd been eight years. The flight to America was supposed to be the last time he cried over Jaejoong.
He remembered back when he was seventeen and lonely, unable to speak English and wishing for Jaejoong in his bed. The subsequent sexual flings were supposed to cure him of his need for Jaejoong.
But the man was so alluring. He didn't look any older than the last time Junsu had seen him. His skin was still pale and flawless, lips pink, eyes wide and expressive. And muscles. God, his suit had flowed down his shoulders to narrow hips. Strong legs. Junsu wondered what they'd feel like wrapped around him again.
With a sigh, Junsu pushed away from the door. He finished stripping on his way across the room. A penthouse was being prepared for him; another thing he did not need or want but his father insisted upon. It was supposed to be done already, but there had been delays, so until then, Junsu was staying in the presidential suite on the fortieth floor in a luxurious hotel. He actually missed his dorm room some nights.
Junsu lifted his suitcase onto the bed and dug in the side pocket for the familiar, small red dildo. It'd seemed so large when he was only fifteen years old. He brought it up to his mouth and sucked on it with a moan, coating it with as much spit as he could. He leaned over slightly, and then pulled the toy from his mouth. He spread his legs and reached behind him. The tip of the toy slid along his cleft and with a well-practiced push, Junsu slipped it inside himself. He winced at the sting even as it faded. He only fucked himself with it for a moment, and then, making sure it was secure, he let it go. He'd learned early that, after a certain twist, the toy would brush against his prostate. He stood straight, took another deep breath and then pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He dressed, eyes shutting as the toy moved inside him.
Junsu needed a drink.
---
Another hand landed on his shoulder. Another slightly drunk voice asked him to dance. Junsu refused. Music thudded through his heart, lights flashed around his head. He took another shot. And then another. Every time he shifted on the bar stool, the toy moved inside him, scraping along his walls. His cock had been hard for hours.
He’d grown too tolerant of alcohol in the past, but now, he knew he had too much. He didn’t care. He hollered at the bartender, ordered one more whiskey and then settled his tab.
Junsu meant to leave the bar, but one of his favorite songs started playing, and his feet took him to the dance floor. Everything burned in one heavy blur, hands touched him, groped him, lips pressed against his neck. His body moved, pushed up against one, and then another. The only two clear feelings was the toy in his body and sweat sticking his clothes to his skin, dripping down his neck, plastering his hair to his face.
He refused offers to leave. Yes, he needed a fuck, but not a nameless, over and done with fuck. He needed emotions and pain and punishment.
Hyukjae could have given him that, but he did not want it from him. Hyukjae wasn’t nearly violent enough.
Only the need for a cigarette pulled Junsu from the club. Only a few harsh words kept a couple men from following. He stepped out into the cold night, too numb to really feel the wind, and lit a cigarette. He pulled out his phone, still drunk enough to be daring, but sober enough to see the screen and search the Internet. It didn’t take him long to find the address he wanted, and he hailed a cab.
---
“I don’t care who you say you are,” the doorman said. “It is three in the morning and I am not disturbing Park Yoochun at three in the morning.”
Junsu huffed and rolled his eyes. Not that he really blamed the man. He did his job well, and Junsu looked less than stellar at the moment. He paced a circuit around the posh lobby of an expensive tower of condos.
He took out his phone and called the number listed as Yoochun’s. It rang four times, and then went to a voicemail. Junsu tried again, and then again. He should have just left, but he needed this. He needed it! And damn the fucking doorman for standing in his way.
Finally, on the fourth try, Yoochun answered the phone with a sleepy, “What the fuck?”
“Chunnie-hyung?”
Junsu heard a harsh intake of breath.
“Chunnie-hyung,” Junsu said again, voice just slightly begging, sounding younger than he was. Like a teenager. “I’m in your lobby and your doorman won’t let me up and he says he won’t disturb you.”
“I see you have no problems with it,” Yoochun said, voice deep.
“I need you.”
The line went dead, and Junsu frowned at his phone. A moment later though, there was a beep at the front desk and then Yoochun’s voice, twisted and metallic, saying, “Let him up, Jinki. He’s an old friend.”
Jinki did not look happy about it, but he led Junsu to the elevators. He swiped a card, and the elevator doors opened. “He’s on the thirty-sixth floor,” he muttered.
Junsu said thank you, maybe a little pissy, and hit the button. The elevator was mirrored, and Junsu got a look at his reflexion. His hair was a mess, shirt ripped at the neck (when did that happen?). And then his hard cock, so hard, and if the jeans he was wearing had been lighter, the huge wet spot in the front would have been more than visible.
The bell dinged, the doors opened. Junsu stepped through and then stopped. His eyes met Yoochun’s for a moment and then he looked down. Yoochun wore only a red robe. It was tied around the middle, but a strip of skin from shoulder to toes was visible. He showed his age a little more than Jaejoong had, but only in the wrinkles around his eyes. His body still looked amazing.
“Never thought I’d see you again,” Yoochun said.
Junsu bit his lower lip. The bravery from the drink was slowly twisting to uncertainty.
“You look good,” he said. “Freshly fucked.”
Junsu shook his head. “No … just … dancing.”
“Why are you here?” Yoochun asked. “And why are you here at three in the morning?”
Junsu looked up and met his gaze, and then he let whatever facade he still had drop so Yoochun could see the pain in his eyes and face. “I … I need … I need you.”
Yoochun smirked. “You arrogant shit. Did you ever stop to think I might have a boyfriend, curled up in my bed, asleep?”
Junsu bit his lower lip. No, he hadn’t … he hadn’t thought that.
“You’re lucky I don’t.”
Hope flared in Junsu’s chest.
“And it’s not me you need, but I’ll be a good substitute. Come on in.”
Junsu followed after him. The entry into Yoochun’s condo was deceptively plain. Brown marble tile, and a few white cabinets. Junsu took his shoes off and then continued following Yoochun into a well decorated receiving room. Dark furniture, white and beige and blue accents. The open floor plan had the kitchen to the left, and a dining space just beyond that.
Yoochun stopped in the middle of the room. “Don’t most pets crawl after their masters?”
Junsu shivered and immediately dropped to this hands and knees, the floor unforgiving. The toy jiggled inside him, tearing a gasp from his throat.
“I still watch all of the videos you sent Jaejoong,” Yoochun said, “so I know what you can handle and what you can’t. Strip.”
Junsu pushed up to his knees, eyes shutting as the toy moved again. He pulled the shirt over his head, tearing it more, and then unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down to his knees, before lifting just enough to get them off his feet. He went back to his hands and knees. His cock jerked with every breath from every moment that stretched until Yoochun said something.
“How old are you now?”
Junsu swallowed, and managed to reply, “T-twenty five.”
“Damn. I can’t decide if you’re sexier now or when you were fifteen.”
Junsu shivered from the praise. Something soft touched his back, trailed over his ass and then snapped up, along his neck. The end of a red strip of cloth came into his vision: the sash from Yoochun’s robe. Junsu gasped in appreciation as it suddenly tightened around his eyes, blocking his vision. Yoochun tied it tightly around his head and let the ends fall to Junsu’s back.
A moment later, Junsu moaned as fingers ran up the cleft of his ass, stopping against the toy.
“How long has this been inside you?” Yoochun whispered and then slowly fucked Junsu with the toy.
“F-four or five hours,” Junsu replied.
“Is this … it’s the same one, isn’t it?”
Junsu blushed, head lowered. Embarrassed, he nodded, “Yes, Chunnie-hyung.”
“Yeah, I am definitely not what you need right now. Jaejoong said he saw you at the business party.”
Junsu nodded.
“Are you still in love with him?”
Junsu’s heart constricted and he nodded. The sash soaked up his tears, but his breath came out labored. He’d always been in love with Jaejoong.
“Don’t come,” Yoochun said just before he ripped the toy from Junsu’s body. Junsu gasped. It felt weird to be free of the toy after so long with it inside him. His entrance clenched around nothing, and then two fingers pushed into him, tearing a cry from his throat.
“What do you need, Su-ah?”
Junsu swallowed, eyes squeezing shut behind the blindfold. “P-pain, pl-please. Just … make it hurt.”
Yoochun spread his fingers and curled them. “Aren’t you in enough pain?” he whispered and removed his fingers.
Junsu sniffed and shook his head. “N-no, please.”
Yoochun patted his ass, and then spanked him sharply. His heat moved in front of Junsu. Junsu’s whine broke off with a cry as Yoochun slapped him. His head jerked to the side, and he almost fell. As soon as he steadied himself, Yoochun slapped him again. His fingers tangled in Junsu’s hair, pulling up and tight. Junsu bit his lip against a cry of pain and then moaned when the head of Yoochun’s cock swiped along his lips. Tongue out, begging with little noises, Junsu tried to suck on the head, but Yoochun kept him away. Teasing. He pushed Junsu’s head to the floor.
“Hands behind your back, Su-ah.”
Junsu complied and then shivered as the plush ends of the sash were wrapped and tied tightly around his wrists. His fingers tingled almost immediately.
“No coming,” Yoochun said again. This time, when he spanked Junsu, he spanked him hard. Junsu jerked forward, his cock jumped and smacked against his stomach. The sting hadn’t faded before Yoochun was spanking him again, and then again.
“You’re not counting them,” Yoochun said.
Junsu’s eyes shut tight behind the blindfold as Yoochun spanked him again. Harder than the first. “F-four,” Junsu stammered. And then five. ten. Fourteen.
His cock pulsed, and his orgasm twisted through him. He … he couldn't … not yet. He was going to … can’t come. Nothing helped though, and just as Junsu was sure one more spank would make him, Yoochun stopped.
“Don’t move,” Yoochun whispered.
His presence left the room, Junsu craned his head to hear the soft sounds of his footsteps. Yoochun left him alone for a very long time. The need to come grew worse with every passing second. He had to come. So much. Fluid pumped from his cock, and his cock smacked against his stomach with a wet splat as every breath tightened his abs and jerked his cock up.
When Yoochun’s steps finally returned, Junsu moaned and pleaded, whispering his need over and over again. Yoochun yanked his head up by the hair again, and then something cold pressed against Junsu’s lips. He opened his mouth with a moan, and then gagged as Yoochun shoved a much larger dildo into his mouth. Junsu sucked on it as best he could though Yoochun fucked his mouth with it brutally.
“Hold this for me,” Yoochun said, and pushed until the wide part of the toy stretched past Junsu’s lips. Junsu gagged as it settled deep in his throat, but he tightened his mouth around the base. It had to of been at least eight inches.
Yoochun slapped his face again and Junsu almost threw up. Yoochun moved away and pushed Junsu’s head back to the floor. He gagged around the dildo at the new, uncomfortable angle. Yoochun spanked him again, and this time, after only four slaps, Junsu could not hold it back. He screamed loud around the toy, body spasming as his orgasm crashed through him, and he pumped come all over the floor.
“Such a disobedient child,” Yoochun said.
Junsu whined in apology. It … it was too good. Everything felt like it was spinning. Yoochun yanked the toy from his mouth and Junsu inhaled deeply.
“Naughty, naughty, pet.” The toy rammed against his side, and Junsu’s breath left him in a whoosh. Yoochun hit him in the back with it, and then on the ass, over and over, until Junsu couldn’t stay up any more. He fell to the side with a cry, but that didn’t stop Yoochun. He hit him again, in the side, and then all down his legs. Junsu only had a brief moment of relief and then the toy slammed into his ass, no lube, no spit. He cried out, screaming, as Yoochun fucked him with it. Junsu curled his legs into his stomach. Whining.
Again, Yoochun left him for only a moment and then the heat of his legs straddled Junsu’s hips. Yoochun twisted him to his back. Junsu whimpered, hands smashed underneath him.
Yoochun forced his cock into Junsu’s body next to the dildo.
Junsu suddenly became aware of his mouth, moving in words, begging for Yoochun to stop, please, just stop. But Yoochun didn’t and Junsu knew he wouldn’t. Yoochun fucked him roughly, tearing his body until it was easier for him to thrust in and out. His fist landed in Junsu’s gut, and Junsu’s gasped, throat constricting. He screamed when Yoochun punched him again, in the sides, on his chest and shoulders, and then down to his cock. Painful, agonizing punches and yanks to his balls.
He screamed as the toy was ripped from his body. Yoochun continued to fuck him, yanking his ass up. When the punching started again, Junsu had enough. His voice was hoarse from screaming, and every punch stole the word before he could say it. With a whine, and gasp, Junsu shouted it, but it took two tries to get his mouth to form the word, and it ripped from his throat.
“Ch-chemistry!”
And just like that Yoochun stopped. He pulled out of Junsu carefully, and Junsu winced when his arms went around his shoulders, lifting him into his lap. Junsu wrapped his legs around him, buried his face into Yoochun’s neck and cried. A moment later the sash was gone from his body, and his arms wrapped around Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun’s cock was hard against his ass, and Junsu took a deep breath, shifted and then moaned as it slipped into his ripped entrance.
“Su-ah,” Yoochun said, worry in his voice.
Junsu bit down on Yoochun’s neck, lightly, as he rolled his hips.
“Hey, you said your safe word, this is not--”
“I know,” Junsu whispered. “I … I’m sorry. It …”
Yoochun pushed Junsu away to look at his face. His eyes were full of concern. “Don’t make yourself, Su-ah. Not for me.”
Junsu shut his eyes, still rocking his hips. He bit his lower lip, hissing at the sting. He ran his tongue over it, tasting blood. Some time, he’d bit right through it. Yoochun touched his lip, and Junsu moaned, licking at his finger.
“Alright, that’s it.” Yoochun pushed him away and stood up, yanking Junsu with him. “You are going to go take a shower, and then you are going to go to bed, and you are going to sleep, and then we’re going to have breakfast and talk about this.”
Junsu pouted as he let Yoochun practically carry him down the hall. His entire body hurt.
“And I am going to call Jaejoong.”
Junsu stopped and his eyes went wide. “No-no-no, please, Yoochun, don’t. Please … I … I can’t … please.”
Yoochun shook his head. “You need to talk to him.” Yoochun shoved him in the bathroom and shut the door. Junsu fell against it, begging Yoochun through the door not to call Jaejoong.
“Take a shower!” Yoochun shouted back.
Junsu leaned his head on the cool wood and sighed. He shouldn’t have been surprised. Yoochun and Jaejoong were friends first. He’d always been less important than the other. Something warm dripped down the back of his legs. He opened his eyes. Blood, and just like that his body hurt and remembered the abuse and he was sick, throwing himself to the toilet to empty his stomach. Most of it was dry heaving. His ribs ached, his neck hurt, and his ass felt like it was on fire.
It had been everything Junsu thought he needed, and now, instead of feeling better, he felt worse. Tears flowing freely. He managed to get into Yoochun’s ostentatious shower and let three shower heads pummel the blood and sweat and come from his body. When he was done, he grabbed the towel from the rack and dried off.
Unsure, he exited the bathroom. Going left meant seeing Yoochun, which he did not want to do right then. He heard the other man talking quietly, and figured he was talking to Jaejoong.
Junsu went right. Two large doors opened at the end of the hall. Junsu entered the master suite. Everything was white with black and brown and beige accents. The exact opposite of the living room.
He made sure the towel was secure around his waist and then climbed onto the king-sized bed, moaning as his sore, tired body sank into the mattress. He lay face down, back rising and falling, and lost his battle with tears. He didn’t want to be in Korea anymore. He wanted to go back to the US. Back to his friends and professors. He could easily get a job on Wall Street; he’d been offered so many of them. But the call of a filial son had made him return to his father. His father who had done nothing for him as a child.
Junsu cried himself into an uneasy sleep.
---
Junsu woke up to comforting caresses on his back. He moaned, unwilling to wake up and pressed his face into an unfamiliar-smelling pillow. But it wasn’t until he tried to move and pain shot up his spine, and a deep ache settled low in his body that he remembered the night before.
His eyes snapped open and he lifted his head, only to come face-to-face with the one man he did not want to see. Junsu groaned and turned his head the other way.
Jaejoong chuckled. He moved and climbed over Junsu’s body, laying his entire weight on him.
Junsu grunted as more pain rolled through him. His attempt to push Jaejoong off only shoved the older man’s hard cock between his ass cheeks. Junsu moaned, rolled his hips and then sighed as Jaejoong’s cock slipped inside his body. He hissed at the sting, but Jae entered him easily, and Junsu decided the asshole had lubed himself up, just in case.
“Oh, god, baby,” Jaejoong said in his ear. His lips pressed against the back of Junsu’s neck as his hips rocked.
Junsu buried his face in the pillow, wrapping his arms around it, fighting off shivers. Jaejoong propped up on his arms so he could thrust faster. A particular twist of his hips, had Junsu moaning, ass rising, giving Jaejoong better access. Jaejoong kneeled, hands gripping Junsu’s hips as he yanked him up.
Junsu’s cock was hard, and Jaejoong wrapped his hand around it while fucking him from behind. Junsu moaned low.
And just because Junsu didn’t want Jaejoong, and he was pissed off, Junsu said his safe word.
But Jaejoong didn’t stop. He laughed and lightly smacked the back of Junsu’s head. “Yoochun was rough with you,” Jaejoong whispered as he ran his hands up and down Junsu’s bruised sides. “God, I wish I could have seen it. Sounds so sexy.”
Junsu gasped, turning his head to breathe as Jaejoong’s hand and dick quickly brought him to the edge of an orgasm. It wasn’t … It wasn’t like any of the scenarios Junsu had thought up of them reuniting.
“Still so amazing,” Jaejoong muttered and then he came, hips jerking forward and slapping against Junsu as he pumped Junsu full of come. He pulled out and away immediately, and Junsu whined as his orgasm faded.
Jaejoong chuckled. He grabbed Junsu’s hip and pulled him down, rolling him to his back. “Stroke yourself,” he said.
Junsu put a shaking hand around his cock, and with eyes shut tightly, stroked his cock. He lifted his leg as Jaejoong’s fingers dug into his entrance, scooping up the come dripping from him. A moment later they were in his mouth and Junsu tasted the combination of blood and come, lapping eagerly at Jaejoong’s fingers.
The bed dipped on the other side, and then other hands gripped his legs.
“So sexy,” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu lifted his legs and cried out as Yoochun’s cock pushed into him. They readjusted until Junsu was almost bent his half. He could no longer reach his cock and didn't try. Yoochun kissed him, tongue forcing its way past his lips. He moaned, speeding up and then Jaejoong pushed them.
“Over, go … come on, Yoochun.”
Yoochun sighed and then rolled to his back. Junsu lay between them for only a moment and then crawled over Yoochun, spreading his legs. He reached behind him and lifted Yoochun’s cock up before sitting on it. Yoochun reached behind his neck and yanked him down, kissing him again. His hand wrapped around Junsu’s cock and stroked slowly.
Jaejoong moved behind him, and Junsu cried out as the head of his cock pushed into him, pulled out, and in, fast, stretching Junsu open until both of them were inside him.
They’d never both been inside him before. It … it was … Junsu didn’t even know. Tears dripped down his cheeks as they used him, fucking him slow. It didn’t take much longer for him to come, body suddenly jerking, crying out into Yoochun’s mouth as he pumped come between their bodies. His brain stopped thinking and he lay his head on Yoochun’s chest, panting as they both fucked him. Fingers entwined with one hand and then another hand grabbed his elbow, pulling his arm back until it was against his lower back, where more fingers held him.
He cried into Yoochun’s skin as they held his hands, arms around his body, holding him securely as they fucked him. It felt like hours, or moments; Junsu didn’t know. He was too emotionally drained to care, too sore to feel anything but pain.
Yoochun came first and then Jaejoong. Junsu cried harder when Jaejoong slipped out of him. They held him between them, with Jaejoong kissing his face and Yoochun whispering words of comfort at him.
Junsu forced his eyes open and met Jaejoong’s eyes. He was happy, amused and Junsu tried to smile. “I-I love you,” Junsu whispered.
Jaejoong smile changed to a look of pity and Junsu shut his eyes with a cry and turned his head away, trying to climb away from them. It was … It was always the same. Always.
He was left with the broken heart after they were done with his body. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly thought that would be different than it had been eight years ago.
“Let me go,” Junsu shouted as Jaejoong tried to pull him back to the bed.
“Junsu,” Jae said. “Wait … don’t …”
“Let me go,” Junsu said again, and when Jaejoong still held onto him, Junsu brought his hand up and smacked him across the face.
Yoochun inhaled sharply.
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed.
“Let me go,” Junsu said.
Jaejoong released him. “You need to let me go,” he replied.
“Fuck off.” Junsu’s knee buckled on the first step, body so sore. His clothes from the day before, were folded on a chair, but the shirt was ripped. He pulled on his jeans and then went to Yoochun’s closet, yanking a t-shirt off a hanger. The other two said nothing as he dressed, and as Junsu left the room, a little part of his heart died because he’d wanted, waited for Jaejoong to call him back. Just like at the airport. Jaejoong had let Junsu walk away without even a fight.
He walked through the massive suite, found his phone plugged in on a table in the living room. There were a lot of missed calls and he turned his phone off, before sliding his shoes on and leaving the room. Leaving the building. Leaving his heart behind.
Part 2: It won't open
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu/Jaejoong (implied Hyukjae/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17 This fic contains violent emotional sex
Disclaimer: They are not mine to abuse or fuck or cuddle with.
Summary: Junsu knew seeing Jaejoong again wasn't going to be easy. But he didn't know it was going to be this hard.
This is a sequel to the fic Games. I wasn't going to write a sequel to it, but it's been bugging me for a few months, so yeah ... figured I should.
This fic contains violent emotional sex.
Part 1:
"Stop fretting," Hyukjae said. He batted Junsu's hands away from his tie and straightened it. "Why are you so nervous?"
Junsu frowned, but said nothing. He couldn't tell Hyuk why he was so nervous. No one but his father would understand, and he definitely was not telling his father why he was so nervous.
"It's just a business party," Hyukjae said. "Stop acting like you've never been to one before."
That was part of the problem. Junsu hadn't been to a business party in Korea for about eight years.
"This party is half for you anyway."
Junsu sighed. "I know."
This party was definitely a big one. It celebrated his father's thirty years in business, a belated celebration for adding a senior partner, and like Hyukjae said, it was also commemorating Junsu's MBA degree from Columbia University in New York City.
"You know, you'd be a lot calmer if you’d suck me off," Hyukjae said with a grin.
"Fuck off," Junsu said. He stared at himself in the mirror. The suit he wore cost more than some people made in their lifetime. The black-on-black subtle cube pattern was hand stitched. The white silk shirt underneath ghosted along his soft skin. His previously burgundy hair was now black, because no son of his Kim Junhyuk was going to look like some punk idol. Junsu moved a piece of hair to fall differently, and then double checked his face and the subtle makeup on his skin.
“You look amazing,” Hyuk said and kissed his cheek.
Junsu knew it was true; he always looked good, but still, he took a deep breath. There was no way to mentally prepare himself for this moment. He was just going to have to jump in and deal with it. It's how he had to deal with anything that concerned Jaejoong.
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"Ah, there's my boy!" his father said and put an affectionate arm around Junsu's shoulders. Junsu stiffened, forcing a smile on his face, as he was suddenly in the middle of a circle of men. His fingers tightened around the stem as his champagne glass as he tried to keep his eyes away from Jaejoong.
"Memorize this face, gentlemen, because he's going to be sitting across from you during business deals and trolling your money into my bank account without you even realizing it."
The other men laughed. Junsu lowered his head, the humble son, and muttered something about hoping to be good enough.
"Son, this is Hyunjoong, who runs Saedeak Enterprises. Kyuhyun is his vice president." Junsu bowed and shook both of their hands. "And of course, this is Seunghyun who claims his company is the top of all the financial districts. And you remember Kim Jaejoong."
Junsu kept his face as blank as possible as he bowed to the man who'd fucked his teenage years up, literally and figuratively.
Jaejoong looked amazing. It had taken most of Junsu’s effort not to stare at him as the men mingled before dinner. But his eyes were drawn to the man again and again. Jaejoong wore a navy blue suit. The shirt underneath was a lighter shade of blue, almost white. His hair was a light brown, and the cut framed his face. He didn’t look a day over twenty-five. Junsu did a quick calculation in his head. Jaejoong was almost forty.
Junsu did not shake Jaejoong's hand, because Junsu was afraid of what touching the beautiful man would do to him.
Jaejoong smirked at him, sipping at his champagne glass. They made small talk, and Junsu averted his eyes from Jaejoong's piercing smirk as he answered questions from the other men.
When his father finally decided he had to meet other people, Junsu sighed in relief and turned away, feeling Jaejoong's eyes on his ass.
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"Thank you," Junsu said. He swallowed as the applause died down a little. "Thank you. It's good to be home and among honest Koreans again. I hope you allow me the time to implement some new practices into the company, and I promise that over the next thirty years, while serving you by my father's side, Kim and Kim Incorporated will continue to grow."
There was more applause and Junsu bowed again before taking his seat next to his father.
"Pretty words, baby," Jaejoong muttered on his other side.
Junsu shut his eyes, mouth tightening and prayed for the end of this farce.
---
The flame flared in the darkness. Junsu cupped his hand around the end of a cigarette and inhaled, the tip glowing ember. The flame died and he put the lighter back in his pocket as a puff of smoke trickled into the night sky.
"So do I get a proper hello from you now?"
Junsu jumped in surprise, but refused to turn around.
"You look good."
Junsu snorted.
Jaejoong laughed. "You look really good. Beautiful ass. Although last time I saw it, you were being doubled up by two vibrators while a cock slid in and out of your mouth."
Junsu took a deep drag on his cigarette. Jaejoong leaned on the stone railing of the balcony next to him. They just barely weren’t touching, and Junsu wanted and needed to feel Jaejoong’s body heat again. He moved away a few inches, but Jaejoong followed, keeping their bodies close.
"Congratulations on convincing my father to make you partner," Junsu said. "I don't think I mentioned that before."
"You should congratulate me from your knees."
Junsu felt himself blush, because that is exactly what he wanted to do.
Jaejoong laughed. He turned around so his back was against the railing. "Give me a drag," he said.
Junsu handed his cigarette to him, and then he made the mistake of not looking away, watching as Jaejoong's lips closed around the filter, his cheeks hallowed out and he inhaled. The smoke trickled from his mouth. Junsu's memories slipped him back in time to when Jaejoong would let Junsu's own come slide over his lips and into Junsu's mouth.
"Do you honestly think we can work well together with all this sexual tension between us?" Jaejoong asked as he handed the cigarette back.
"No," Junsu said. "Do we have a choice?"
Jaejoong smiled at him, and then slowly licked his lips. He leaned forward, into Junsu's space and said, "I'm pretty sure that I always gave you a choice."
Junsu looked away and took a step back as lust flared low in his stomach.
"See you on Monday, Su-ah," Jaejoong said and walked past him.
Junsu stayed outside for another half hour, and then said fuck it. His erection wasn’t going to go down until he got fucked.
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"Su," Hyukjae said, "what is wrong with you?" He stood in front of Junsu, though Junsu looked by him. He stared at his reflection in the mirror over the dresser.
He flinched when fingers unbuttoned his dress shirt.
"Come on. If you won't tell me what's wrong, at least let me take your mind off it."
Junsu swallowed and then nodded. His shirt fell to the floor and his undershirt followed it.
When Hyukjae's lips pressed against his collarbone, Junsu gripped his shoulders and pushed him away. Sex would not get Jaejoong off his mind. It would only make it worse.
"Sorry, Hyuk, but ... I ... I just want to be alone right now."
Hyukjae frowned, but nodded. "I think I understand, but I'm pretty sure I don't understand."
"As long as you don't interrogate me. I don't want to talk about it."
"Well, I guessed that much. Please call me tomorrow."
Junsu nodded. "I will. Thanks, Hyukkie."
Junsu kissed him, and then walked him to the door of his suite. They kissed again, and then Junsu sighed as the door shut behind him. The hold he had on his emotions shattered and he growled in frustration as stubborn tears dripped down his face.
Jaejoong was not supposed to have this much control over him anymore. It'd been eight years. The flight to America was supposed to be the last time he cried over Jaejoong.
He remembered back when he was seventeen and lonely, unable to speak English and wishing for Jaejoong in his bed. The subsequent sexual flings were supposed to cure him of his need for Jaejoong.
But the man was so alluring. He didn't look any older than the last time Junsu had seen him. His skin was still pale and flawless, lips pink, eyes wide and expressive. And muscles. God, his suit had flowed down his shoulders to narrow hips. Strong legs. Junsu wondered what they'd feel like wrapped around him again.
With a sigh, Junsu pushed away from the door. He finished stripping on his way across the room. A penthouse was being prepared for him; another thing he did not need or want but his father insisted upon. It was supposed to be done already, but there had been delays, so until then, Junsu was staying in the presidential suite on the fortieth floor in a luxurious hotel. He actually missed his dorm room some nights.
Junsu lifted his suitcase onto the bed and dug in the side pocket for the familiar, small red dildo. It'd seemed so large when he was only fifteen years old. He brought it up to his mouth and sucked on it with a moan, coating it with as much spit as he could. He leaned over slightly, and then pulled the toy from his mouth. He spread his legs and reached behind him. The tip of the toy slid along his cleft and with a well-practiced push, Junsu slipped it inside himself. He winced at the sting even as it faded. He only fucked himself with it for a moment, and then, making sure it was secure, he let it go. He'd learned early that, after a certain twist, the toy would brush against his prostate. He stood straight, took another deep breath and then pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He dressed, eyes shutting as the toy moved inside him.
Junsu needed a drink.
---
Another hand landed on his shoulder. Another slightly drunk voice asked him to dance. Junsu refused. Music thudded through his heart, lights flashed around his head. He took another shot. And then another. Every time he shifted on the bar stool, the toy moved inside him, scraping along his walls. His cock had been hard for hours.
He’d grown too tolerant of alcohol in the past, but now, he knew he had too much. He didn’t care. He hollered at the bartender, ordered one more whiskey and then settled his tab.
Junsu meant to leave the bar, but one of his favorite songs started playing, and his feet took him to the dance floor. Everything burned in one heavy blur, hands touched him, groped him, lips pressed against his neck. His body moved, pushed up against one, and then another. The only two clear feelings was the toy in his body and sweat sticking his clothes to his skin, dripping down his neck, plastering his hair to his face.
He refused offers to leave. Yes, he needed a fuck, but not a nameless, over and done with fuck. He needed emotions and pain and punishment.
Hyukjae could have given him that, but he did not want it from him. Hyukjae wasn’t nearly violent enough.
Only the need for a cigarette pulled Junsu from the club. Only a few harsh words kept a couple men from following. He stepped out into the cold night, too numb to really feel the wind, and lit a cigarette. He pulled out his phone, still drunk enough to be daring, but sober enough to see the screen and search the Internet. It didn’t take him long to find the address he wanted, and he hailed a cab.
---
“I don’t care who you say you are,” the doorman said. “It is three in the morning and I am not disturbing Park Yoochun at three in the morning.”
Junsu huffed and rolled his eyes. Not that he really blamed the man. He did his job well, and Junsu looked less than stellar at the moment. He paced a circuit around the posh lobby of an expensive tower of condos.
He took out his phone and called the number listed as Yoochun’s. It rang four times, and then went to a voicemail. Junsu tried again, and then again. He should have just left, but he needed this. He needed it! And damn the fucking doorman for standing in his way.
Finally, on the fourth try, Yoochun answered the phone with a sleepy, “What the fuck?”
“Chunnie-hyung?”
Junsu heard a harsh intake of breath.
“Chunnie-hyung,” Junsu said again, voice just slightly begging, sounding younger than he was. Like a teenager. “I’m in your lobby and your doorman won’t let me up and he says he won’t disturb you.”
“I see you have no problems with it,” Yoochun said, voice deep.
“I need you.”
The line went dead, and Junsu frowned at his phone. A moment later though, there was a beep at the front desk and then Yoochun’s voice, twisted and metallic, saying, “Let him up, Jinki. He’s an old friend.”
Jinki did not look happy about it, but he led Junsu to the elevators. He swiped a card, and the elevator doors opened. “He’s on the thirty-sixth floor,” he muttered.
Junsu said thank you, maybe a little pissy, and hit the button. The elevator was mirrored, and Junsu got a look at his reflexion. His hair was a mess, shirt ripped at the neck (when did that happen?). And then his hard cock, so hard, and if the jeans he was wearing had been lighter, the huge wet spot in the front would have been more than visible.
The bell dinged, the doors opened. Junsu stepped through and then stopped. His eyes met Yoochun’s for a moment and then he looked down. Yoochun wore only a red robe. It was tied around the middle, but a strip of skin from shoulder to toes was visible. He showed his age a little more than Jaejoong had, but only in the wrinkles around his eyes. His body still looked amazing.
“Never thought I’d see you again,” Yoochun said.
Junsu bit his lower lip. The bravery from the drink was slowly twisting to uncertainty.
“You look good,” he said. “Freshly fucked.”
Junsu shook his head. “No … just … dancing.”
“Why are you here?” Yoochun asked. “And why are you here at three in the morning?”
Junsu looked up and met his gaze, and then he let whatever facade he still had drop so Yoochun could see the pain in his eyes and face. “I … I need … I need you.”
Yoochun smirked. “You arrogant shit. Did you ever stop to think I might have a boyfriend, curled up in my bed, asleep?”
Junsu bit his lower lip. No, he hadn’t … he hadn’t thought that.
“You’re lucky I don’t.”
Hope flared in Junsu’s chest.
“And it’s not me you need, but I’ll be a good substitute. Come on in.”
Junsu followed after him. The entry into Yoochun’s condo was deceptively plain. Brown marble tile, and a few white cabinets. Junsu took his shoes off and then continued following Yoochun into a well decorated receiving room. Dark furniture, white and beige and blue accents. The open floor plan had the kitchen to the left, and a dining space just beyond that.
Yoochun stopped in the middle of the room. “Don’t most pets crawl after their masters?”
Junsu shivered and immediately dropped to this hands and knees, the floor unforgiving. The toy jiggled inside him, tearing a gasp from his throat.
“I still watch all of the videos you sent Jaejoong,” Yoochun said, “so I know what you can handle and what you can’t. Strip.”
Junsu pushed up to his knees, eyes shutting as the toy moved again. He pulled the shirt over his head, tearing it more, and then unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down to his knees, before lifting just enough to get them off his feet. He went back to his hands and knees. His cock jerked with every breath from every moment that stretched until Yoochun said something.
“How old are you now?”
Junsu swallowed, and managed to reply, “T-twenty five.”
“Damn. I can’t decide if you’re sexier now or when you were fifteen.”
Junsu shivered from the praise. Something soft touched his back, trailed over his ass and then snapped up, along his neck. The end of a red strip of cloth came into his vision: the sash from Yoochun’s robe. Junsu gasped in appreciation as it suddenly tightened around his eyes, blocking his vision. Yoochun tied it tightly around his head and let the ends fall to Junsu’s back.
A moment later, Junsu moaned as fingers ran up the cleft of his ass, stopping against the toy.
“How long has this been inside you?” Yoochun whispered and then slowly fucked Junsu with the toy.
“F-four or five hours,” Junsu replied.
“Is this … it’s the same one, isn’t it?”
Junsu blushed, head lowered. Embarrassed, he nodded, “Yes, Chunnie-hyung.”
“Yeah, I am definitely not what you need right now. Jaejoong said he saw you at the business party.”
Junsu nodded.
“Are you still in love with him?”
Junsu’s heart constricted and he nodded. The sash soaked up his tears, but his breath came out labored. He’d always been in love with Jaejoong.
“Don’t come,” Yoochun said just before he ripped the toy from Junsu’s body. Junsu gasped. It felt weird to be free of the toy after so long with it inside him. His entrance clenched around nothing, and then two fingers pushed into him, tearing a cry from his throat.
“What do you need, Su-ah?”
Junsu swallowed, eyes squeezing shut behind the blindfold. “P-pain, pl-please. Just … make it hurt.”
Yoochun spread his fingers and curled them. “Aren’t you in enough pain?” he whispered and removed his fingers.
Junsu sniffed and shook his head. “N-no, please.”
Yoochun patted his ass, and then spanked him sharply. His heat moved in front of Junsu. Junsu’s whine broke off with a cry as Yoochun slapped him. His head jerked to the side, and he almost fell. As soon as he steadied himself, Yoochun slapped him again. His fingers tangled in Junsu’s hair, pulling up and tight. Junsu bit his lip against a cry of pain and then moaned when the head of Yoochun’s cock swiped along his lips. Tongue out, begging with little noises, Junsu tried to suck on the head, but Yoochun kept him away. Teasing. He pushed Junsu’s head to the floor.
“Hands behind your back, Su-ah.”
Junsu complied and then shivered as the plush ends of the sash were wrapped and tied tightly around his wrists. His fingers tingled almost immediately.
“No coming,” Yoochun said again. This time, when he spanked Junsu, he spanked him hard. Junsu jerked forward, his cock jumped and smacked against his stomach. The sting hadn’t faded before Yoochun was spanking him again, and then again.
“You’re not counting them,” Yoochun said.
Junsu’s eyes shut tight behind the blindfold as Yoochun spanked him again. Harder than the first. “F-four,” Junsu stammered. And then five. ten. Fourteen.
His cock pulsed, and his orgasm twisted through him. He … he couldn't … not yet. He was going to … can’t come. Nothing helped though, and just as Junsu was sure one more spank would make him, Yoochun stopped.
“Don’t move,” Yoochun whispered.
His presence left the room, Junsu craned his head to hear the soft sounds of his footsteps. Yoochun left him alone for a very long time. The need to come grew worse with every passing second. He had to come. So much. Fluid pumped from his cock, and his cock smacked against his stomach with a wet splat as every breath tightened his abs and jerked his cock up.
When Yoochun’s steps finally returned, Junsu moaned and pleaded, whispering his need over and over again. Yoochun yanked his head up by the hair again, and then something cold pressed against Junsu’s lips. He opened his mouth with a moan, and then gagged as Yoochun shoved a much larger dildo into his mouth. Junsu sucked on it as best he could though Yoochun fucked his mouth with it brutally.
“Hold this for me,” Yoochun said, and pushed until the wide part of the toy stretched past Junsu’s lips. Junsu gagged as it settled deep in his throat, but he tightened his mouth around the base. It had to of been at least eight inches.
Yoochun slapped his face again and Junsu almost threw up. Yoochun moved away and pushed Junsu’s head back to the floor. He gagged around the dildo at the new, uncomfortable angle. Yoochun spanked him again, and this time, after only four slaps, Junsu could not hold it back. He screamed loud around the toy, body spasming as his orgasm crashed through him, and he pumped come all over the floor.
“Such a disobedient child,” Yoochun said.
Junsu whined in apology. It … it was too good. Everything felt like it was spinning. Yoochun yanked the toy from his mouth and Junsu inhaled deeply.
“Naughty, naughty, pet.” The toy rammed against his side, and Junsu’s breath left him in a whoosh. Yoochun hit him in the back with it, and then on the ass, over and over, until Junsu couldn’t stay up any more. He fell to the side with a cry, but that didn’t stop Yoochun. He hit him again, in the side, and then all down his legs. Junsu only had a brief moment of relief and then the toy slammed into his ass, no lube, no spit. He cried out, screaming, as Yoochun fucked him with it. Junsu curled his legs into his stomach. Whining.
Again, Yoochun left him for only a moment and then the heat of his legs straddled Junsu’s hips. Yoochun twisted him to his back. Junsu whimpered, hands smashed underneath him.
Yoochun forced his cock into Junsu’s body next to the dildo.
Junsu suddenly became aware of his mouth, moving in words, begging for Yoochun to stop, please, just stop. But Yoochun didn’t and Junsu knew he wouldn’t. Yoochun fucked him roughly, tearing his body until it was easier for him to thrust in and out. His fist landed in Junsu’s gut, and Junsu’s gasped, throat constricting. He screamed when Yoochun punched him again, in the sides, on his chest and shoulders, and then down to his cock. Painful, agonizing punches and yanks to his balls.
He screamed as the toy was ripped from his body. Yoochun continued to fuck him, yanking his ass up. When the punching started again, Junsu had enough. His voice was hoarse from screaming, and every punch stole the word before he could say it. With a whine, and gasp, Junsu shouted it, but it took two tries to get his mouth to form the word, and it ripped from his throat.
“Ch-chemistry!”
And just like that Yoochun stopped. He pulled out of Junsu carefully, and Junsu winced when his arms went around his shoulders, lifting him into his lap. Junsu wrapped his legs around him, buried his face into Yoochun’s neck and cried. A moment later the sash was gone from his body, and his arms wrapped around Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun’s cock was hard against his ass, and Junsu took a deep breath, shifted and then moaned as it slipped into his ripped entrance.
“Su-ah,” Yoochun said, worry in his voice.
Junsu bit down on Yoochun’s neck, lightly, as he rolled his hips.
“Hey, you said your safe word, this is not--”
“I know,” Junsu whispered. “I … I’m sorry. It …”
Yoochun pushed Junsu away to look at his face. His eyes were full of concern. “Don’t make yourself, Su-ah. Not for me.”
Junsu shut his eyes, still rocking his hips. He bit his lower lip, hissing at the sting. He ran his tongue over it, tasting blood. Some time, he’d bit right through it. Yoochun touched his lip, and Junsu moaned, licking at his finger.
“Alright, that’s it.” Yoochun pushed him away and stood up, yanking Junsu with him. “You are going to go take a shower, and then you are going to go to bed, and you are going to sleep, and then we’re going to have breakfast and talk about this.”
Junsu pouted as he let Yoochun practically carry him down the hall. His entire body hurt.
“And I am going to call Jaejoong.”
Junsu stopped and his eyes went wide. “No-no-no, please, Yoochun, don’t. Please … I … I can’t … please.”
Yoochun shook his head. “You need to talk to him.” Yoochun shoved him in the bathroom and shut the door. Junsu fell against it, begging Yoochun through the door not to call Jaejoong.
“Take a shower!” Yoochun shouted back.
Junsu leaned his head on the cool wood and sighed. He shouldn’t have been surprised. Yoochun and Jaejoong were friends first. He’d always been less important than the other. Something warm dripped down the back of his legs. He opened his eyes. Blood, and just like that his body hurt and remembered the abuse and he was sick, throwing himself to the toilet to empty his stomach. Most of it was dry heaving. His ribs ached, his neck hurt, and his ass felt like it was on fire.
It had been everything Junsu thought he needed, and now, instead of feeling better, he felt worse. Tears flowing freely. He managed to get into Yoochun’s ostentatious shower and let three shower heads pummel the blood and sweat and come from his body. When he was done, he grabbed the towel from the rack and dried off.
Unsure, he exited the bathroom. Going left meant seeing Yoochun, which he did not want to do right then. He heard the other man talking quietly, and figured he was talking to Jaejoong.
Junsu went right. Two large doors opened at the end of the hall. Junsu entered the master suite. Everything was white with black and brown and beige accents. The exact opposite of the living room.
He made sure the towel was secure around his waist and then climbed onto the king-sized bed, moaning as his sore, tired body sank into the mattress. He lay face down, back rising and falling, and lost his battle with tears. He didn’t want to be in Korea anymore. He wanted to go back to the US. Back to his friends and professors. He could easily get a job on Wall Street; he’d been offered so many of them. But the call of a filial son had made him return to his father. His father who had done nothing for him as a child.
Junsu cried himself into an uneasy sleep.
---
Junsu woke up to comforting caresses on his back. He moaned, unwilling to wake up and pressed his face into an unfamiliar-smelling pillow. But it wasn’t until he tried to move and pain shot up his spine, and a deep ache settled low in his body that he remembered the night before.
His eyes snapped open and he lifted his head, only to come face-to-face with the one man he did not want to see. Junsu groaned and turned his head the other way.
Jaejoong chuckled. He moved and climbed over Junsu’s body, laying his entire weight on him.
Junsu grunted as more pain rolled through him. His attempt to push Jaejoong off only shoved the older man’s hard cock between his ass cheeks. Junsu moaned, rolled his hips and then sighed as Jaejoong’s cock slipped inside his body. He hissed at the sting, but Jae entered him easily, and Junsu decided the asshole had lubed himself up, just in case.
“Oh, god, baby,” Jaejoong said in his ear. His lips pressed against the back of Junsu’s neck as his hips rocked.
Junsu buried his face in the pillow, wrapping his arms around it, fighting off shivers. Jaejoong propped up on his arms so he could thrust faster. A particular twist of his hips, had Junsu moaning, ass rising, giving Jaejoong better access. Jaejoong kneeled, hands gripping Junsu’s hips as he yanked him up.
Junsu’s cock was hard, and Jaejoong wrapped his hand around it while fucking him from behind. Junsu moaned low.
And just because Junsu didn’t want Jaejoong, and he was pissed off, Junsu said his safe word.
But Jaejoong didn’t stop. He laughed and lightly smacked the back of Junsu’s head. “Yoochun was rough with you,” Jaejoong whispered as he ran his hands up and down Junsu’s bruised sides. “God, I wish I could have seen it. Sounds so sexy.”
Junsu gasped, turning his head to breathe as Jaejoong’s hand and dick quickly brought him to the edge of an orgasm. It wasn’t … It wasn’t like any of the scenarios Junsu had thought up of them reuniting.
“Still so amazing,” Jaejoong muttered and then he came, hips jerking forward and slapping against Junsu as he pumped Junsu full of come. He pulled out and away immediately, and Junsu whined as his orgasm faded.
Jaejoong chuckled. He grabbed Junsu’s hip and pulled him down, rolling him to his back. “Stroke yourself,” he said.
Junsu put a shaking hand around his cock, and with eyes shut tightly, stroked his cock. He lifted his leg as Jaejoong’s fingers dug into his entrance, scooping up the come dripping from him. A moment later they were in his mouth and Junsu tasted the combination of blood and come, lapping eagerly at Jaejoong’s fingers.
The bed dipped on the other side, and then other hands gripped his legs.
“So sexy,” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu lifted his legs and cried out as Yoochun’s cock pushed into him. They readjusted until Junsu was almost bent his half. He could no longer reach his cock and didn't try. Yoochun kissed him, tongue forcing its way past his lips. He moaned, speeding up and then Jaejoong pushed them.
“Over, go … come on, Yoochun.”
Yoochun sighed and then rolled to his back. Junsu lay between them for only a moment and then crawled over Yoochun, spreading his legs. He reached behind him and lifted Yoochun’s cock up before sitting on it. Yoochun reached behind his neck and yanked him down, kissing him again. His hand wrapped around Junsu’s cock and stroked slowly.
Jaejoong moved behind him, and Junsu cried out as the head of his cock pushed into him, pulled out, and in, fast, stretching Junsu open until both of them were inside him.
They’d never both been inside him before. It … it was … Junsu didn’t even know. Tears dripped down his cheeks as they used him, fucking him slow. It didn’t take much longer for him to come, body suddenly jerking, crying out into Yoochun’s mouth as he pumped come between their bodies. His brain stopped thinking and he lay his head on Yoochun’s chest, panting as they both fucked him. Fingers entwined with one hand and then another hand grabbed his elbow, pulling his arm back until it was against his lower back, where more fingers held him.
He cried into Yoochun’s skin as they held his hands, arms around his body, holding him securely as they fucked him. It felt like hours, or moments; Junsu didn’t know. He was too emotionally drained to care, too sore to feel anything but pain.
Yoochun came first and then Jaejoong. Junsu cried harder when Jaejoong slipped out of him. They held him between them, with Jaejoong kissing his face and Yoochun whispering words of comfort at him.
Junsu forced his eyes open and met Jaejoong’s eyes. He was happy, amused and Junsu tried to smile. “I-I love you,” Junsu whispered.
Jaejoong smile changed to a look of pity and Junsu shut his eyes with a cry and turned his head away, trying to climb away from them. It was … It was always the same. Always.
He was left with the broken heart after they were done with his body. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly thought that would be different than it had been eight years ago.
“Let me go,” Junsu shouted as Jaejoong tried to pull him back to the bed.
“Junsu,” Jae said. “Wait … don’t …”
“Let me go,” Junsu said again, and when Jaejoong still held onto him, Junsu brought his hand up and smacked him across the face.
Yoochun inhaled sharply.
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed.
“Let me go,” Junsu said.
Jaejoong released him. “You need to let me go,” he replied.
“Fuck off.” Junsu’s knee buckled on the first step, body so sore. His clothes from the day before, were folded on a chair, but the shirt was ripped. He pulled on his jeans and then went to Yoochun’s closet, yanking a t-shirt off a hanger. The other two said nothing as he dressed, and as Junsu left the room, a little part of his heart died because he’d wanted, waited for Jaejoong to call him back. Just like at the airport. Jaejoong had let Junsu walk away without even a fight.
He walked through the massive suite, found his phone plugged in on a table in the living room. There were a lot of missed calls and he turned his phone off, before sliding his shoes on and leaving the room. Leaving the building. Leaving his heart behind.
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