Even the Score 4/12
Title: Even the Score 4/12
Pairing: Main: Yunho/Junsu (minor: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul, Yunho/Sungmin, Yunho/Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul/Junsu, Yunho/female characters)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, once again this is proven by the pairings.
Summary: Who knew that admitting I was bisexual would equate to having even more sex? Who knew it would bring someone back into my life and make me question everything I thought I knew about love?
Warning: slut!Yunho, HET, and (mentioned attempted rape and violence in later chapters)
A/N: The reason why the chapter amount changed is not because this fic suddenly got that much longer, but because I decided to break up the chapters a different way.
Pairings in this part: Yunho/Junsu
Part 4: scoring
Pairings in this part: Yunho/Junsu
Junsu’s shoes thunked against the floor. He tugged at my shirt. I let him pull it off and then lay down and wrapped my arms around him. He attacked my neck and chest with tongue and teeth.
“No marks,” I said.
Junsu bit my chest with a noise of protest.
I laughed. “Okay, no visible marks.”
His mouth closed around a soft part of skin below my collar bone. He sucked on it to the point just below pain and then moved with softer kisses down to lick my nipple.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “If you can suck that good, why the hell do I still have pants on?”
Junsu shivered. “Well. If I can suck that well.”
“Are you honestly correcting my grammar right now?
Junsu grunted in amusement against my skin. His mouth closed around my nipple, and sucked. I squirmed underneath him and moaned, then pulled his mouth back to mine. I cupped his ass and rolled us over. I didn’t stop kissing him or let him pull away as my hand ran over the front of his jeans. I grabbed his hard on through his jeans. He moaned and tried again to move away. I pulled at his belt, loosening the buckle, and then started on his jeans. He was wearing those annoying button fly things, and I had to use both hands to get enough of them undone. I grabbed his dick through his boxers.
Junsu finally managed to break away from my lips and gasped and moaned as I stroked him. He moved first, pushing at his jeans, and I helped get him completely naked. I grabbed his dick immediately. He threw his head back with a moan. He wasn’t more than seven inches long but wider than Heechul had been, wider than me.
“Damn, Junsu,” I breathed.
I dipped my head down before he could reply and licked the crown. He cried out back arching off the bed. I let him move up on the bed, and then bypassed licking him again and put him in my mouth. I relaxed as much as I could with lust running through my body in waves. Junsu’s width wasn’t an issue for the moment but like with Heechul, I couldn’t take him all. I needed more practice. And it didn’t help that Junsu was squirming. And whimpering.
“Oh, hell, Yunho, good fucking hell, that feels good,” he gasped, “too good, really. So ... no judgments because it’s you and I can’t-“
He broke off and cried out again. I slowed down and he made a noise of protest and tried to push himself into my mouth. I ran teeth up him.
“Fuck, do that again,” he said. “Shit, Yunho, I can’t really believe this, but oh, fuck, your mouth feels good.”
I sped back up and he was limited to “Oh, fucks” and “Oh, shits” and “Oh, Yunhos.” At least he wasn’t calling me by Boyfriend’s name.
“Yunho!” he cried and then said nothing else as his body jerked. I knew he was going to come, but thought I had time. Instead, warm salty tangy splashed against the back of my throat and I gagged and pulled away and coughed and he finished coming all over his stomach.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
I coughed in response and tried to clear my throat out. “No. Problem.”
Junsu laughed and pulled me up to his lips for a long kiss, like he was trying to lick his come out of my mouth. “You have lube, right?”
“Heechul does. He could probably open his own store.”
Junsu chuckled and pushed me away. I rolled over and stood up. His hands cupped my ass, and then tugged on my jeans. I smirked over my shoulder at him and stripped, but didn’t turn around.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and a strip of condoms from Heechul’s drawer, and then stopped and stared at him, lying naked and perfect on my bed. His toned arms were spread. Broad shoulders slimmed down to a set of six pack of abs. He was shaved, like Heechul, down to his legs, but he had been doing that since high school, and it was just a passing thought as I looked down his thigh muscles and wished those legs were wrapped around me.
It still looked like he ran everyday. On the soccer field, he had insurmountable energy. He could run and play longer than any of us, and then after the game, barely look winded. I hoped he felt up to at least two more hours of this. Now, besides the heaving chest, there was no way to tell what had happened.
Okay, the still erect penis moving with his body gave a slight indication.
Junsu’s eyes opened. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body. “Oh, shit,” he whispered. “Why are you still over there?”
“Looking at you.”
“You can look at me over here.”
I went to him and kneeled on the floor, grabbed his legs and pulled him to me, so his ass was hanging off the edge of the bed. I poured lube on my fingers, pressed one into his body and put his dick back in my mouth. His body jerked and he cried out. He was tight. I added a second finger and twisted them around each other.
“Oh, fuck, Yunho,” he whispered. “That’s … enough, please.”
“It’s not enough.”
Junsu smirked. “Yes, it is. I want you to stretch me open with your dick, not your fingers.”
I shivered, and my cock pulsed.
“Hurry.”
I tore a condom open, not bothering to rip it off the strip, and rolled it down my cock, squeezing the base to keep from coming. I inhaled deeply, the lust dropped from raging torrent to boiling, and I shifted again, close enough to ran my dick along his cleft. Junsu threw his head back and cried out.
I pushed against the puckered entrance and hiss as the muscles contracted around the head of my cock. Junsu practically screamed in pleasure. I moved slowly, body shaking as I slid in and out of him, shallow thrusts, trying to stretch him. His legs wrapped around me, tightening, pulling me closer. He was groaning and squirming with every push. I put my hands at his knees and dug my fingers into his muscles. He seemed to like that even more. It appeared that my high school crush was a pain junky.
Best way to find out.
“You are tight,” I gasped. “I might hurt you.”
“Oh god, hurt me, please,” he begged. “Slam your dick in me. I can’t even remember the last time I had someone with a dick longer than six inches.”
I laughed. “Then you’ve been fucking the wrong people.”
He met my eyes. “For five years,” he said, and then his eyes shut with a groan. Guess that was all the seriousness he could handle. Good, I didn’t want him thinking at the moment.
I moved one hand and ran my fingers down his chest in a hard scratch. He cried out as I dug along his abs. I released his knees, and he gripped them himself, keeping himself bent and open. I roughly grabbed his dick and stroked him in the same slow, rhythm as I fucked him. I watched, entranced as my dick disappeared into him over and over again, our skin and bodies joining, pushing together.
“Oh, god, stop,” he groaned, “Please stop. No, don’t stop. Go faster. And harder. Oh, please hit me harder.”
I laughed. “No. I think this is good.”
“Harder, Yunho.” He whispered it a few more times and then I sighed and gave him what he wanted. I stopped stroking him, grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.
“Oh fuck, yes, please, Yunho, pelase!”
His legs wrapped around my waist and planted my knees against the edge of the bed for leverage, and I gave him what he wanted. I slammed myself inside him as hard and as fast as I could even though that meant I was going to come too soon.
“Fuck, yes!” Junsu yelled, back arching. His legs moved, the smooth skin running along my back and ass.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasped.
“So come, and then fuck me again.”
My laugh was lost in a whimper of pleasure. I shut my eyes, knees buckling and let go of my control, shuddering my release into the condom.
I collapsed on him, panting against his neck. His hands twisted in my grip, but I didn’t let him go, not yet. I sucked a patch of his shoulder into my mouth and growled. He stilled with a whimper.
“Are you going to mark me?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
“Why not?”
I lifted my head and gave him a look to let him know I knew what he was hiding.
He took a deep breath. “Yunho, I-“
”Not now,” I said with a head shake. “Will you fuck me?”
His eyes went wide. “What?”
“I want you to fuck me. I was going to have Heechul do it, but I’d much rather have you do it.”
“But you … I … “ I released him and slipped my dick out of his ass. I kneeled on the edge of the bed and removed the condom. The trash was a bit far away, but I tossed it over there anyway, lifting a hand in victory when I made the shot.
“That was an easy shot,” he said.
I smiled and went back to my knees on the floor. Our eyes met and he smiled, fingers lightly tugging on my hair. I shut my eyes and put his dick in my mouth. He cried out as I sucked on him.
I let just the head of his cock slip over my lips and whispered, “Fuck me, Junsu. Fuck me like you do in my dreams.”
He smiled. “I can do that. Or would you prefer how I do in my dreams?”
I shook my head. “I don’t like pain as much as you do. How about how that picture is?” I indicated the wipe board with my head.
He laughed and moved up onto the bed. I stayed where I was until he crooked his finger at me. With a smirk, I crawled over him, kissing his hipbones, the tip of his dick and then higher up his stomach and chest. Our lips met, and he tangled his hands in my hair, devouring my mouth with his tongue.
“On your back,” he whispered.
I grinned at him and fell to the side. We shifted until I was on my back and he was kneeling between my spread legs. He ran his hands up and down my body, and then leaned over and sucked my hard cock into his mouth. I shut my eyes and moaned, hips lifting. He put his hands under my knees and pushed, and I took the silent cue and lifted my legs and gripped my knees.
Junsu sucked on me for a few more minutes, teasing and torturing me all the way to the back of his throat.
“Fuck, Su-ah, you’re going to make me come again.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“I guess.”
With a smirk, he licked my balls and then put his finger inside his mouth. He made a sensual show of slickening it up, pushing it deep in his throat and then slipping it over his lips.
“God, just … fuck.”
He chuckled and then pressed the tip of his wet finger against my ass.
I moaned and whimpered his name as it slowly pressed into me. In and out, soft and slick.
“So tight,” he muttered and reached for the lube.
“Just for you,” I said.
He chuckled and poured lube on his fingers. “I’m a little upset that I didn’t get to have sex with you first,” he said, pressing his finger completely inside me. “Do you know how many fantasies that ruins?”
“A few, I know. I’m sorry.”
“I won’t forgive you just yet,” he said, and another finger pushed into me. Junsu leaned over and sucked my cock back into his mouth. His fingers stretched me open, two and then three. He teased me mercilessly. My hips rose and fell, and I was sure that there’d be nail marks on the back of my knees from my fingers.
“Fuck, please, Su-ah, please. Fuck me. Come on. I want to feel your dick inside me.”
Junsu shivered and kneeled. His fingers slipped out of me and he grabbed a condom. “You do know that I haven’t topped in years, right?” he asked, ripping the package open.
I watched and licked my lips as he rolled it over his dick. “That’s okay. I’ve never bottomed, so we’ll practice together.”
He chuckled and held his dick against my entrance. I squirmed and tried to roll my hips down on him, but he shied away.
“Wait,” he whispered. “You’ve waited this long. You can wait another few seconds.”
Junsu reached around me and grabbed my dick. It had softened slightly and hardened right back up as Junsu stroked it with his hand. He used his other hand to cup and squeeze my testicles.
“Fuck me, Junsu,” I begged. “For God’s sake just fuck me already. Push your dick into my ass and fuck me.”
He chuckled again. He settled his hands under mine, gripping the back of my thighs. He slid his dick around me a few more times and then unexpectedly pushed. I cried out at the unbelievable stretch, and he stopped, retreated and tried again. Over and over until he slid every inch of his dick into my ass at once. Our bodies touched, and he stopped like that, with him pushed completely against me and then he moved. He flexed those muscles that controlled your dick and it moved inside me. It made me cry out again. He very slowly pulled out of me. Completely. He ran his dick around my hole again.
“Fuck Junsu,” I whimpered. “Why the torture?”
“Because I get you second,” he said and pushed inside me again. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it was going to, and after a few slow thrusts, it felt more than good. He pulled out slowly but stayed inside me. His movements turned precise, calm and he methodically fucked me. He grabbed my dick again and stroked.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned, trying to lift my hips and help push him into me. “I want you to go faster and I want you to stay like this and I want you to hit me harder.”
“Cock whore,” he sang.
“Fucker, come on.”
Junsu let go of my hips and fell, hands by my head. He leaned down and stole my moan in a deep kiss. He continued to move in and out of me but now his body was pressed against mine. He bit down on my shoulder muscle, and I cried out when he bit a little too hard.
“Sorry,” he whispered and kissed where he had bitten. “I am trying very hard to keep control of myself.”
“Sometimes losing control is a good thing,” I said.
His biting and sucking intensified after that. I was going to have to ask him later how many hickies he had given me.
“Fuck, Yunho,” he whispered in my ear, “I can’t believe I am doing this to you. I can’t believe I have myself in your ass and I’m fucking you right now. I’m suddenly mad at you for not telling me in high school.”
I laughed. “Am I worth the wait?”
“Fuck yes,” he said and started biting me again. He was moaning through his biting and every now and then I distinguished my name being groaned.
“Oh, Junsu, you feel good,” I said. “It feels great to finally have you in my ass.”
His chuckle was cut short by a groan. His body started shivering. “I can’t. I’m … fuck,” he gasped and shouted my name into my neck, jerking through his release. He stayed like that for a few seconds, and then pushed up. He kneeled, took the condom off, tied it and aimed for the trash.
And made it.
“Perfect,” I whispered and ran my hands over his abs.
He smirked and then shuffled down the bed.
“Su-ah?”
With a grin, he sucked my dick back into his mouth, shoved three fingers into my stretched body and sucked me deep. Over and over, until my head was spinning, and I was vaguely aware that I was yanking his hair out, but he moaned and kept going until my body clamped down on his fingers and I curled up, slammed my legs to the bed and came in his throat.
“Fuck, Junsu, just fuck.”
He sucked me through the aftershocks, prolonging the pleasure, and then pulled away.
My chest was heaving, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I used the grip on his hair to tug him up to my mouth for a kiss. We curled up together, sweaty and sore, but definitely satisfied.
He shivered. “Your hair tickles,” he whispered.
“Don’t you dare suggest I shave it off,” I warned and grazed where he was shaved.
“No way in hell would I suggest that,” he said. “I think it’s sexy. You’re a real man. Half of my friends would be very insulted by that, but it’s true. I love brawny men, the real men. Like in Brokeback Mountain. Can’t get any realer than two cowboys. Froofy guys are fine, but I don’t pass up the chance to fuck a real man.”
I laughed. “Is that why you did this with me?”
He looked over at me with those chocolate eyes. “No. It’s you.” He said that like it was explanation enough.
“I didn’t think you were going to for a minute there,” I said. I suddenly wanted to get Boyfriend out in the open, but I didn’t want him to feel like it was a confessional. “I was sort of expecting you to jump me as soon as I told you.. You have a boyfriend, huh?”
Junsu took a deep, shaky breath and looked away. “Yes,” he whispered softly, “but it, well, things aren’t going well anyway, and it’s not like he has to know but-“
”You’re a terrible liar, Junsu,” I said. “I knew. He’ll know.”
“I know.”
“Why aren’t things going well?”
He sighed again. “We’ve been dating for four months and well, we just sort of lost that explosiveness that relationships have.”
“That’s normal,” I said.
“After a year or two, yeah but not after four months. It’s boring. We wake up, read the paper, have breakfast. I go to school, he goes to work. We meet for lunch. We meet for dinner. Some nights we stay at my apartment. Some nights we stay at his condo. Even the sex is boring. I can’t get him to do what we just did. We’ve talked about it but he likes our relationship. I think the problem is that he’s almost thirty and I’m just twenty-two. I want to be out and have fun and not tied down and-“
”Shouldn’t you be telling him this?” I asked gently. I added a soft bite on the side of his neck to make him relax.
“I’ll have to tonight,” he said. “We’re supposed to be going to Barchelli’s for dinner tonight. We’ve had reservations for about three weeks. Very prestigious and all that shit and all I want to do is go get drunk at Candy’s and go dancing.”
“Dancing sounds like fun.”
“I know!”
I rolled him over and kissed him softly. He didn’t let me pull away and we made out. Our hands stayed put, and I could tell he was having trouble not touching me as we kissed. It was a perfect kiss, the kind that only comfort can produce. First kisses are awkward and lustful kisses are messy. I had an ex-girlfriend that described these kisses as sweet. They were definitely sweet. Soft with little tongue, quiet movements, an occasional sound of pleasure. I never wanted this kiss to end. I pulled him against me and deepened the kiss just a little bit. It didn’t ruin it.
“Shit, Yunho,” he whispered and buried his face against me. “I definitely can’t handle you kissing me like that.”
“I’ve always wanted to kiss you like that,” I said and hugged him tightly.
“You were my best friend, Yunho,” he said, “and I’ve missed talking to you and hanging out with you. I’ve been thinking about calling you for weeks and weeks but never could bring myself to do it. It would have been a typical conversation about school and our lives and jobs, and I don’t think I could have handled another one of those with you. When Seunghyung said it was you on the phone, I almost died. And then you said you wanted to see me. Absolutely nothing could have kept me from driving out here. I, well, Yunho, I ... you get it, right?”
I smiled. “Yeah, I get it. I do, too. You’ve always been my best friend, too.”
He laughed suddenly. “I can’t believe you’re gay.”
“Bi,” I corrected.
“Okay, bi, but still. I can’t believe it.”
“Remember when you used to ask me if you looked alright,” I said, “I used to take my chance to look at you then.”
“Half the time in the locker room I had trouble keeping my eyes off you, and you never once gave any indication that you were attracted to me.”
“Do I need to prove it to you again?” I asked and softly caressed his ass.
He shivered. “Maybe later,” he said. “I’m actually starving.”
“I wasn’t until you just mentioned it,” I said. “Wanna go to lunch?”
“No. I wanna stay here and fuck you some more, but I’ll need energy for later.”
“Later. What time is it?” I craned my head to my alarm clock. 3:31. “We better hurry and go eat if you want more,” I said. “You have to leave by five.”
“Eh. For what? To break up with Seunghyung? That sounds appealing.”
“You’re still going to though.”
“I know,” he frowned at me. “Is this a now-we’re-boyfriends moment?”
I smiled. “No,” I said.
His face fell.
“I don’t think I’m ready for a boyfriend.”
“You are brutally honest sometimes,” he said.
I shrugged. “I’m a real man, remember. I don’t have those nasty little things called feelings or emotions.”
Junsu laughed and sat up. “I wish you had a shower in here and not one that thirty thousand other guys shared.”
“We’d never make it to lunch if there was a shower in here,” I said.
“I know.”
Junsu stood and started dressing. I sat and watched him until he tutted at me. “Stop looking at me or we won’t leave.”
I laughed and stood up. He watched me this time as I pulled on the discarded boxers and jeans. I bypassed the orange shirt and pulled on a plain red t-shirt.
“The pumpkin polo looks better on you,” Junsu said.
I shook my head. “Pumpkin? That’s what Heechul called it, too. It’s orange.”
“Look at it,” he said. “It’s like pumpkin pie filling before it’s cooked.”
“I have never seen pumpkin pie filling before it’s cooked.”
Junsu shook his head. “Let’s go.”
Part 5: unsportsmanlike conduct
Part 3: get the ball rolling
Part 2: switch hitter
Part 1: roll with the punches
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Pairing: Main: Yunho/Junsu (minor: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul, Yunho/Sungmin, Yunho/Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul/Junsu, Yunho/female characters)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, once again this is proven by the pairings.
Summary: Who knew that admitting I was bisexual would equate to having even more sex? Who knew it would bring someone back into my life and make me question everything I thought I knew about love?
Warning: slut!Yunho, HET, and (mentioned attempted rape and violence in later chapters)
A/N: The reason why the chapter amount changed is not because this fic suddenly got that much longer, but because I decided to break up the chapters a different way.
Pairings in this part: Yunho/Junsu
Part 4: scoring
Pairings in this part: Yunho/Junsu
Junsu’s shoes thunked against the floor. He tugged at my shirt. I let him pull it off and then lay down and wrapped my arms around him. He attacked my neck and chest with tongue and teeth.
“No marks,” I said.
Junsu bit my chest with a noise of protest.
I laughed. “Okay, no visible marks.”
His mouth closed around a soft part of skin below my collar bone. He sucked on it to the point just below pain and then moved with softer kisses down to lick my nipple.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “If you can suck that good, why the hell do I still have pants on?”
Junsu shivered. “Well. If I can suck that well.”
“Are you honestly correcting my grammar right now?
Junsu grunted in amusement against my skin. His mouth closed around my nipple, and sucked. I squirmed underneath him and moaned, then pulled his mouth back to mine. I cupped his ass and rolled us over. I didn’t stop kissing him or let him pull away as my hand ran over the front of his jeans. I grabbed his hard on through his jeans. He moaned and tried again to move away. I pulled at his belt, loosening the buckle, and then started on his jeans. He was wearing those annoying button fly things, and I had to use both hands to get enough of them undone. I grabbed his dick through his boxers.
Junsu finally managed to break away from my lips and gasped and moaned as I stroked him. He moved first, pushing at his jeans, and I helped get him completely naked. I grabbed his dick immediately. He threw his head back with a moan. He wasn’t more than seven inches long but wider than Heechul had been, wider than me.
“Damn, Junsu,” I breathed.
I dipped my head down before he could reply and licked the crown. He cried out back arching off the bed. I let him move up on the bed, and then bypassed licking him again and put him in my mouth. I relaxed as much as I could with lust running through my body in waves. Junsu’s width wasn’t an issue for the moment but like with Heechul, I couldn’t take him all. I needed more practice. And it didn’t help that Junsu was squirming. And whimpering.
“Oh, hell, Yunho, good fucking hell, that feels good,” he gasped, “too good, really. So ... no judgments because it’s you and I can’t-“
He broke off and cried out again. I slowed down and he made a noise of protest and tried to push himself into my mouth. I ran teeth up him.
“Fuck, do that again,” he said. “Shit, Yunho, I can’t really believe this, but oh, fuck, your mouth feels good.”
I sped back up and he was limited to “Oh, fucks” and “Oh, shits” and “Oh, Yunhos.” At least he wasn’t calling me by Boyfriend’s name.
“Yunho!” he cried and then said nothing else as his body jerked. I knew he was going to come, but thought I had time. Instead, warm salty tangy splashed against the back of my throat and I gagged and pulled away and coughed and he finished coming all over his stomach.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
I coughed in response and tried to clear my throat out. “No. Problem.”
Junsu laughed and pulled me up to his lips for a long kiss, like he was trying to lick his come out of my mouth. “You have lube, right?”
“Heechul does. He could probably open his own store.”
Junsu chuckled and pushed me away. I rolled over and stood up. His hands cupped my ass, and then tugged on my jeans. I smirked over my shoulder at him and stripped, but didn’t turn around.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and a strip of condoms from Heechul’s drawer, and then stopped and stared at him, lying naked and perfect on my bed. His toned arms were spread. Broad shoulders slimmed down to a set of six pack of abs. He was shaved, like Heechul, down to his legs, but he had been doing that since high school, and it was just a passing thought as I looked down his thigh muscles and wished those legs were wrapped around me.
It still looked like he ran everyday. On the soccer field, he had insurmountable energy. He could run and play longer than any of us, and then after the game, barely look winded. I hoped he felt up to at least two more hours of this. Now, besides the heaving chest, there was no way to tell what had happened.
Okay, the still erect penis moving with his body gave a slight indication.
Junsu’s eyes opened. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body. “Oh, shit,” he whispered. “Why are you still over there?”
“Looking at you.”
“You can look at me over here.”
I went to him and kneeled on the floor, grabbed his legs and pulled him to me, so his ass was hanging off the edge of the bed. I poured lube on my fingers, pressed one into his body and put his dick back in my mouth. His body jerked and he cried out. He was tight. I added a second finger and twisted them around each other.
“Oh, fuck, Yunho,” he whispered. “That’s … enough, please.”
“It’s not enough.”
Junsu smirked. “Yes, it is. I want you to stretch me open with your dick, not your fingers.”
I shivered, and my cock pulsed.
“Hurry.”
I tore a condom open, not bothering to rip it off the strip, and rolled it down my cock, squeezing the base to keep from coming. I inhaled deeply, the lust dropped from raging torrent to boiling, and I shifted again, close enough to ran my dick along his cleft. Junsu threw his head back and cried out.
I pushed against the puckered entrance and hiss as the muscles contracted around the head of my cock. Junsu practically screamed in pleasure. I moved slowly, body shaking as I slid in and out of him, shallow thrusts, trying to stretch him. His legs wrapped around me, tightening, pulling me closer. He was groaning and squirming with every push. I put my hands at his knees and dug my fingers into his muscles. He seemed to like that even more. It appeared that my high school crush was a pain junky.
Best way to find out.
“You are tight,” I gasped. “I might hurt you.”
“Oh god, hurt me, please,” he begged. “Slam your dick in me. I can’t even remember the last time I had someone with a dick longer than six inches.”
I laughed. “Then you’ve been fucking the wrong people.”
He met my eyes. “For five years,” he said, and then his eyes shut with a groan. Guess that was all the seriousness he could handle. Good, I didn’t want him thinking at the moment.
I moved one hand and ran my fingers down his chest in a hard scratch. He cried out as I dug along his abs. I released his knees, and he gripped them himself, keeping himself bent and open. I roughly grabbed his dick and stroked him in the same slow, rhythm as I fucked him. I watched, entranced as my dick disappeared into him over and over again, our skin and bodies joining, pushing together.
“Oh, god, stop,” he groaned, “Please stop. No, don’t stop. Go faster. And harder. Oh, please hit me harder.”
I laughed. “No. I think this is good.”
“Harder, Yunho.” He whispered it a few more times and then I sighed and gave him what he wanted. I stopped stroking him, grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.
“Oh fuck, yes, please, Yunho, pelase!”
His legs wrapped around my waist and planted my knees against the edge of the bed for leverage, and I gave him what he wanted. I slammed myself inside him as hard and as fast as I could even though that meant I was going to come too soon.
“Fuck, yes!” Junsu yelled, back arching. His legs moved, the smooth skin running along my back and ass.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasped.
“So come, and then fuck me again.”
My laugh was lost in a whimper of pleasure. I shut my eyes, knees buckling and let go of my control, shuddering my release into the condom.
I collapsed on him, panting against his neck. His hands twisted in my grip, but I didn’t let him go, not yet. I sucked a patch of his shoulder into my mouth and growled. He stilled with a whimper.
“Are you going to mark me?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
“Why not?”
I lifted my head and gave him a look to let him know I knew what he was hiding.
He took a deep breath. “Yunho, I-“
”Not now,” I said with a head shake. “Will you fuck me?”
His eyes went wide. “What?”
“I want you to fuck me. I was going to have Heechul do it, but I’d much rather have you do it.”
“But you … I … “ I released him and slipped my dick out of his ass. I kneeled on the edge of the bed and removed the condom. The trash was a bit far away, but I tossed it over there anyway, lifting a hand in victory when I made the shot.
“That was an easy shot,” he said.
I smiled and went back to my knees on the floor. Our eyes met and he smiled, fingers lightly tugging on my hair. I shut my eyes and put his dick in my mouth. He cried out as I sucked on him.
I let just the head of his cock slip over my lips and whispered, “Fuck me, Junsu. Fuck me like you do in my dreams.”
He smiled. “I can do that. Or would you prefer how I do in my dreams?”
I shook my head. “I don’t like pain as much as you do. How about how that picture is?” I indicated the wipe board with my head.
He laughed and moved up onto the bed. I stayed where I was until he crooked his finger at me. With a smirk, I crawled over him, kissing his hipbones, the tip of his dick and then higher up his stomach and chest. Our lips met, and he tangled his hands in my hair, devouring my mouth with his tongue.
“On your back,” he whispered.
I grinned at him and fell to the side. We shifted until I was on my back and he was kneeling between my spread legs. He ran his hands up and down my body, and then leaned over and sucked my hard cock into his mouth. I shut my eyes and moaned, hips lifting. He put his hands under my knees and pushed, and I took the silent cue and lifted my legs and gripped my knees.
Junsu sucked on me for a few more minutes, teasing and torturing me all the way to the back of his throat.
“Fuck, Su-ah, you’re going to make me come again.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“I guess.”
With a smirk, he licked my balls and then put his finger inside his mouth. He made a sensual show of slickening it up, pushing it deep in his throat and then slipping it over his lips.
“God, just … fuck.”
He chuckled and then pressed the tip of his wet finger against my ass.
I moaned and whimpered his name as it slowly pressed into me. In and out, soft and slick.
“So tight,” he muttered and reached for the lube.
“Just for you,” I said.
He chuckled and poured lube on his fingers. “I’m a little upset that I didn’t get to have sex with you first,” he said, pressing his finger completely inside me. “Do you know how many fantasies that ruins?”
“A few, I know. I’m sorry.”
“I won’t forgive you just yet,” he said, and another finger pushed into me. Junsu leaned over and sucked my cock back into his mouth. His fingers stretched me open, two and then three. He teased me mercilessly. My hips rose and fell, and I was sure that there’d be nail marks on the back of my knees from my fingers.
“Fuck, please, Su-ah, please. Fuck me. Come on. I want to feel your dick inside me.”
Junsu shivered and kneeled. His fingers slipped out of me and he grabbed a condom. “You do know that I haven’t topped in years, right?” he asked, ripping the package open.
I watched and licked my lips as he rolled it over his dick. “That’s okay. I’ve never bottomed, so we’ll practice together.”
He chuckled and held his dick against my entrance. I squirmed and tried to roll my hips down on him, but he shied away.
“Wait,” he whispered. “You’ve waited this long. You can wait another few seconds.”
Junsu reached around me and grabbed my dick. It had softened slightly and hardened right back up as Junsu stroked it with his hand. He used his other hand to cup and squeeze my testicles.
“Fuck me, Junsu,” I begged. “For God’s sake just fuck me already. Push your dick into my ass and fuck me.”
He chuckled again. He settled his hands under mine, gripping the back of my thighs. He slid his dick around me a few more times and then unexpectedly pushed. I cried out at the unbelievable stretch, and he stopped, retreated and tried again. Over and over until he slid every inch of his dick into my ass at once. Our bodies touched, and he stopped like that, with him pushed completely against me and then he moved. He flexed those muscles that controlled your dick and it moved inside me. It made me cry out again. He very slowly pulled out of me. Completely. He ran his dick around my hole again.
“Fuck Junsu,” I whimpered. “Why the torture?”
“Because I get you second,” he said and pushed inside me again. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it was going to, and after a few slow thrusts, it felt more than good. He pulled out slowly but stayed inside me. His movements turned precise, calm and he methodically fucked me. He grabbed my dick again and stroked.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned, trying to lift my hips and help push him into me. “I want you to go faster and I want you to stay like this and I want you to hit me harder.”
“Cock whore,” he sang.
“Fucker, come on.”
Junsu let go of my hips and fell, hands by my head. He leaned down and stole my moan in a deep kiss. He continued to move in and out of me but now his body was pressed against mine. He bit down on my shoulder muscle, and I cried out when he bit a little too hard.
“Sorry,” he whispered and kissed where he had bitten. “I am trying very hard to keep control of myself.”
“Sometimes losing control is a good thing,” I said.
His biting and sucking intensified after that. I was going to have to ask him later how many hickies he had given me.
“Fuck, Yunho,” he whispered in my ear, “I can’t believe I am doing this to you. I can’t believe I have myself in your ass and I’m fucking you right now. I’m suddenly mad at you for not telling me in high school.”
I laughed. “Am I worth the wait?”
“Fuck yes,” he said and started biting me again. He was moaning through his biting and every now and then I distinguished my name being groaned.
“Oh, Junsu, you feel good,” I said. “It feels great to finally have you in my ass.”
His chuckle was cut short by a groan. His body started shivering. “I can’t. I’m … fuck,” he gasped and shouted my name into my neck, jerking through his release. He stayed like that for a few seconds, and then pushed up. He kneeled, took the condom off, tied it and aimed for the trash.
And made it.
“Perfect,” I whispered and ran my hands over his abs.
He smirked and then shuffled down the bed.
“Su-ah?”
With a grin, he sucked my dick back into his mouth, shoved three fingers into my stretched body and sucked me deep. Over and over, until my head was spinning, and I was vaguely aware that I was yanking his hair out, but he moaned and kept going until my body clamped down on his fingers and I curled up, slammed my legs to the bed and came in his throat.
“Fuck, Junsu, just fuck.”
He sucked me through the aftershocks, prolonging the pleasure, and then pulled away.
My chest was heaving, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I used the grip on his hair to tug him up to my mouth for a kiss. We curled up together, sweaty and sore, but definitely satisfied.
He shivered. “Your hair tickles,” he whispered.
“Don’t you dare suggest I shave it off,” I warned and grazed where he was shaved.
“No way in hell would I suggest that,” he said. “I think it’s sexy. You’re a real man. Half of my friends would be very insulted by that, but it’s true. I love brawny men, the real men. Like in Brokeback Mountain. Can’t get any realer than two cowboys. Froofy guys are fine, but I don’t pass up the chance to fuck a real man.”
I laughed. “Is that why you did this with me?”
He looked over at me with those chocolate eyes. “No. It’s you.” He said that like it was explanation enough.
“I didn’t think you were going to for a minute there,” I said. I suddenly wanted to get Boyfriend out in the open, but I didn’t want him to feel like it was a confessional. “I was sort of expecting you to jump me as soon as I told you.. You have a boyfriend, huh?”
Junsu took a deep, shaky breath and looked away. “Yes,” he whispered softly, “but it, well, things aren’t going well anyway, and it’s not like he has to know but-“
”You’re a terrible liar, Junsu,” I said. “I knew. He’ll know.”
“I know.”
“Why aren’t things going well?”
He sighed again. “We’ve been dating for four months and well, we just sort of lost that explosiveness that relationships have.”
“That’s normal,” I said.
“After a year or two, yeah but not after four months. It’s boring. We wake up, read the paper, have breakfast. I go to school, he goes to work. We meet for lunch. We meet for dinner. Some nights we stay at my apartment. Some nights we stay at his condo. Even the sex is boring. I can’t get him to do what we just did. We’ve talked about it but he likes our relationship. I think the problem is that he’s almost thirty and I’m just twenty-two. I want to be out and have fun and not tied down and-“
”Shouldn’t you be telling him this?” I asked gently. I added a soft bite on the side of his neck to make him relax.
“I’ll have to tonight,” he said. “We’re supposed to be going to Barchelli’s for dinner tonight. We’ve had reservations for about three weeks. Very prestigious and all that shit and all I want to do is go get drunk at Candy’s and go dancing.”
“Dancing sounds like fun.”
“I know!”
I rolled him over and kissed him softly. He didn’t let me pull away and we made out. Our hands stayed put, and I could tell he was having trouble not touching me as we kissed. It was a perfect kiss, the kind that only comfort can produce. First kisses are awkward and lustful kisses are messy. I had an ex-girlfriend that described these kisses as sweet. They were definitely sweet. Soft with little tongue, quiet movements, an occasional sound of pleasure. I never wanted this kiss to end. I pulled him against me and deepened the kiss just a little bit. It didn’t ruin it.
“Shit, Yunho,” he whispered and buried his face against me. “I definitely can’t handle you kissing me like that.”
“I’ve always wanted to kiss you like that,” I said and hugged him tightly.
“You were my best friend, Yunho,” he said, “and I’ve missed talking to you and hanging out with you. I’ve been thinking about calling you for weeks and weeks but never could bring myself to do it. It would have been a typical conversation about school and our lives and jobs, and I don’t think I could have handled another one of those with you. When Seunghyung said it was you on the phone, I almost died. And then you said you wanted to see me. Absolutely nothing could have kept me from driving out here. I, well, Yunho, I ... you get it, right?”
I smiled. “Yeah, I get it. I do, too. You’ve always been my best friend, too.”
He laughed suddenly. “I can’t believe you’re gay.”
“Bi,” I corrected.
“Okay, bi, but still. I can’t believe it.”
“Remember when you used to ask me if you looked alright,” I said, “I used to take my chance to look at you then.”
“Half the time in the locker room I had trouble keeping my eyes off you, and you never once gave any indication that you were attracted to me.”
“Do I need to prove it to you again?” I asked and softly caressed his ass.
He shivered. “Maybe later,” he said. “I’m actually starving.”
“I wasn’t until you just mentioned it,” I said. “Wanna go to lunch?”
“No. I wanna stay here and fuck you some more, but I’ll need energy for later.”
“Later. What time is it?” I craned my head to my alarm clock. 3:31. “We better hurry and go eat if you want more,” I said. “You have to leave by five.”
“Eh. For what? To break up with Seunghyung? That sounds appealing.”
“You’re still going to though.”
“I know,” he frowned at me. “Is this a now-we’re-boyfriends moment?”
I smiled. “No,” I said.
His face fell.
“I don’t think I’m ready for a boyfriend.”
“You are brutally honest sometimes,” he said.
I shrugged. “I’m a real man, remember. I don’t have those nasty little things called feelings or emotions.”
Junsu laughed and sat up. “I wish you had a shower in here and not one that thirty thousand other guys shared.”
“We’d never make it to lunch if there was a shower in here,” I said.
“I know.”
Junsu stood and started dressing. I sat and watched him until he tutted at me. “Stop looking at me or we won’t leave.”
I laughed and stood up. He watched me this time as I pulled on the discarded boxers and jeans. I bypassed the orange shirt and pulled on a plain red t-shirt.
“The pumpkin polo looks better on you,” Junsu said.
I shook my head. “Pumpkin? That’s what Heechul called it, too. It’s orange.”
“Look at it,” he said. “It’s like pumpkin pie filling before it’s cooked.”
“I have never seen pumpkin pie filling before it’s cooked.”
Junsu shook his head. “Let’s go.”
Part 5: unsportsmanlike conduct
Part 3: get the ball rolling
Part 2: switch hitter
Part 1: roll with the punches
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