Games 7/7
Title: Games 7/7
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, JaeChun!BFFery (eventual Yoochun/Junsu/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine to question or to fuck or to do anything more than write stories about.
Summary: Jaejoong is lusting after his employer's son. It's just sex, but even he doesn't know how much it affected Junsu.
Warnings: Older Jaejoong (28 yrs old), Younger Junsu (14 years old)
This chapter contains minor Changmin/Junsu and minor minor Yunho/Junsu
Part 7:
“When did your parents find out?”
“I was sixteen, about to start my second year of high school.”
“Tell me about your parents.”
“God, you’re stupid. I don’t. Want. To. Talk. About. My parents.”
“How did you feel when they found out about you and Jaejoong?”
“I was mad.”
“Why?”
“They chose Jaejoong over me. Instead of making him move and throwing him on his ass, they uprooted me and threw me into this godforsaken country. I hate this place.”
“Do you hate Jaejoong because of that?”
“No. It’s not Jaejoong’s fault. And my father pays him a lot of money to work, so I’m not really surprised the greedy bastard kept it all quiet. This is all my parents’ fault. It’s my parents who did it.”
“You seem pretty upset about your parents.”
“Do I even have parents?”
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Jae wasn’t surprised when they were found out, but he was surprised it took so long. Junsu was sixteen when Jae received a called from his father.
The conversation was simple. He knew, a servant had told, and Junsu was being sent to America for boarding school.
“Why are you punishing him when this is my fault?” Jae asked.
His father was quiet for a moment and then said, “It’s a good school and he needs to speak English well to be influential in the business world. We have been planning this for months.”
Jae knew the lie when he heard it but he acquiesced. He did not apologize.
“Do you love my son?”
Jae scoffed. “No. I care about him, and I want him to do well, but that doesn’t equate to love. Do you love your son?”
The man hung up on him.
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The next day Junsu barreled into his office in tears and he curled up in Jaejoong’s lap and cried muttering, “I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go,” over and over.
Jae held him. He didn’t want Junsu to go either. Jae could honestly say that his feelings for Junsu had grown to affection, concern. Not love, but it hurt to see him cry. He’d grown up so much in the last year and excelled in school and on the soccer team. He was supposed to be made captain the next year.
They had two weeks together, and despite his father’s warning, Jae took advantage of Junsu’s clinging and neediness. And they stopped trying to hide what was going on. At least, Junsu did. Jae went along with it. Junsu kissed him in front of the servants; they had sex on the couch and in the kitchen, and on the stairs, and more than once, they were interrupted or walked in on.
Junsu stopped being nice to the staff. He didn’t know which one tattled on them, but he made it very clear that he was no longer friends with any of them.
Junsu had to scramble to get everything ready in two weeks, to get packed and try to shove sixteen and a half years of life into a few suitcases.
On the day he had to leave, Junsu refused to let anyone but Jaejoong take him to the airport. His father had ordered a limo to take him and the staff had begged him to go, but Junsu sat on the stairs, arms crossed, and waited until Jaejoong arrived to take him.
They were almost late, but Jae figured it was better that way. No long goodbyes.
Yoochun met them there, and Junsu clung to both of them for a little while.
When his flight was announced, Jae said, “Su-ah, I know you’re scared. I know this won’t help you at all, but since I seem to be bad at giving you anything but sex advice, I shoved about five boxes of condoms in your luggage. Remember what I said about nasty diseases.”
Junsu scoffed. “Thanks, hyung.”
“Study hard. You’ll only be there two years.”
Jae knew Junsu was fighting back tears. He kissed him very softly. “I know it means shit coming from me, but I’m proud of you, Su-ah. I am. You won’t hear me say it again, but I’m going to miss you. Work hard. Do well.”
Junsu hugged him tightly. “It’s not shit, hyung. I apprec-lov-yeah, whatever. I’ll do well. I promise.” He abruptly broke away. He grabbed his carry-on and turned and walked away.
Yoochun slapped Jae’s shoulder. “You’re a fucking sap.”
“Fuck off.”
“I still can’t believe you didn’t get fired.”
Jae shrugged. “I make a lot of money for that greedy bastard, and like he’s going to let this drag the name of company down.”
They waited until Junsu was out of sight, and Jae was disappointed that Junsu didn’t turn around and wave.
Yoochun sighed. “Wanna go have sex in a public bathroom?”
Jae scoffed. “Pervert.”
“That wasn’t a no.”
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Jaejoong didn’t hear a thing about Junsu for eight months. He missed the kid and made it a habit to jerk off in his old bedroom, but his father was clear. If Jae wanted his job, Jae had to cut ties.
One morning before he’d finished his coffee, he received an e-mail from an address he didn’t recognize.
Someone you know told me to give you this link
Jae scoffed and was about to hit delete when he froze. The link was from YoungEagerBoys. It was his favorite post-your-own porn site because most of the boys weren’t eighteen, even if they said they were. And it was free.
Against his better judgment (who knew what viruses it would have) he clicked on the link.
He watched with wide eyes for about thirty seconds and then called Yoochun. “Fuck. Are you on your computer?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I’m forwarding you a link.” Jae hung up and forwarded the link.
He restarted the video.
Junsu. His Junsu.
A young boy undressed him. He had long brown hair. Long legs, long arms. Muscles. He couldn’t have been older than sixteen. He tickled Junsu, and Junsu laughed and batted his hands away and said, “Minnie, don’t do that. It tickles.”
The other smiled and did it again anyway. Junsu laughed. His cock was already hard.
Jae fished his cock from his pants. He stroked as he watched “Minnie” kiss and suck and abuse Junsu’s skin. Junsu arched and moaned into every touch.
“Changmin, please,” Junsu said. “Stop teasing.”
“You love it.”
The cameraman praised them every few minutes. It wasn’t a well done video, but it was Junsu.
His phone vibrated and Jae ignored it.
When Changmin put Junsu’s cock in his mouth, Jaejoong came, biting his lip against a shout. He gasped and let his breathing steady. Jae’s cock remained hard as he watched Changmin nudge Junsu over. Junsu went to his hands and knees, facing the camera man. Changmin spread his ass open and licked him, prepped him, more teasing, while Junsu whimpered and moaned and bit his lower lip.
“Fuck,” Jae said to no one. He started stroking again.
The cameraman zoomed in when Changmin pushed into Junsu’s body. Changmin’s cock was huge. Junsu’s ass sucked it in like he was used to it being inside him.
“More, fuck, fast, hard, please Changmin.”
Changmin gripped his hips and fucked him faster.
Jae came for a second time as Junsu’s moans echoed through his office. God, he missed hearing those moans.
Junsu had a hand on his cock and it didn’t take long for him to come. Changmin was coming soon after, pulling out, ripping off the condom and covering Junsu’s back in come.
Junsu sighed and wiggled his ass. “God, I love the feel of come on my back,” he whispered.
The cameraman laughed. “How about come in your mouth?”
Junsu licked his lip. “Yours?”
“Yes.”
“Put the camera down.”
Junsu opened his mouth and then the video ended.
Jae stared, completely in shock, until his phone started vibrating again. He answered it this time.
“Oh, shit,” Yoochun said.
“Yeah.”
“Oh, shit.”
“Yeah.”
“Shit shit shit shit shit.”
Jae chuckled.
“Guess we taught him a bit too much,” Yoochun said.
“No, I say we taught him just enough.”
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The next week, there was another e-mail, another video: Junsu in a threesome. And then another: Junsu being double penetrated, and then another: Junsu being tag teamed by four different guys. The videos got kinkier: Junsu tied up. Junsu gagged. Junsu spanked, whipped, peed on. Most had Changmin in them too, but sometimes there was an older guy named Yunho. He looked like he was in his twenties. Yunho liked to beat him and put a cock ring on him.
Each e-mail also had a snippet about Junsu in it. It never named Junsu, but Jae learned from the mysterious sender that “someone you know” was on the soccer team, and near the top of his class in almost every subject. He was pretty certain it was Junsu sending the messages, or at least Junsu was directing what was said in the messages.
After about six weeks, Jaejoong sent an e-mail back. I want to talk to him.
A reply came two minutes later. He doesn’t want to talk to you.
Jae frowned. He hadn’t expected that. Tell him I still think he’s amazing.
Jae never received a reply to that, but the videos kept coming until one day there was no video, just a message that said, We can’t do this anymore.
Jae didn’t hear from Junsu again.
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“What about America? How-“
“I hate this place. Didn’t I already say that?”
“Do you still talk to Jaejoong or Yoochun?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Why should I?”
“You like them.”
“So? I haven’t seen them for almost a year. You think I’ve been holding on to that mess for a year? Really. You’re kind of stupid.”
“Do you want to see him again?”
“Maybe. I … he always praised me for my grades and good work. I’d like him to know that I’m doing well in school.”
“What about the emails and the videos?”
“What about them?”
“Someone sent them to him.”
“It wasn’t me. I’m pretty sure in those papers you have the name of the person whose email address was used to do that.”
“Does it bother you that someone sent them to Jaejoong?”
“Um, I agreed to have them posted on the internet for anyone to see them. Why would it bother me that Jaejoong saw them when he has seen me in naked in real life? I’m really doubting your credentials, lady.”
“It seemed to bother Changmin enough to mention it to someone.”
“Changmin was a pussyfucker. He was cool at first, but then he got all moral and shit.”
“Tell me about him.”
“Why?”
“Because you need to.”
“You’re kind of a bitch. I really don’t like you.”
“Changmin was your first roommate in America?”
“Fine. You want to know about Changmin. His cock is ten and one quarter inches long. The longest he’s fucked me is just over an hour and he made me come three times. And, he loves having his hands tied to the headboard while I ride his cock-”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“You told me to talk you about Changmin. This is what I know about him. If you want to know what his favorite color is, or what kind of food he likes, or what his dog’s name is, you’re going to have to ask him.”
“Why didn’t you ask him?”
“Why should I care about anything more than his cock? That’s all he’s good for.”
“Are you still having sex with him?”
“No. Every time he sees me, the piece of shit turns away.”
“What about the other man, Yunho?”
“Sometimes.”
“You’re really too young to be having sexual relations with-”
“Sexual relations? When was the last time you had sexual relations? Maybe all you need to stop being a bitch is a good fuck. Bend over.”
“That is inappropriate.”
“But you thought about it. All you have to do is ask.”
“So who else do you have sex with?”
“You want a list of names? Sorry, sweetheart, but this session is only an hour long. Look. I don’t have sex any less than I used to. I just don’t film it anymore. I understand that I’m here because my father is paying you to convince me to ‘calm my libido’. There’s not much that you or my father can say to convince me not to have sex. If he wanted me to be an upstanding citizen with a ‘healthy’ sex life, then he should have bothered to raise me as one.”
“Your lifestyle-”
“I’m doing well in school, I’m not drinking or smoking or doing drugs. The bastard should be happy with that. If he has a problem because I’m gay, then I say you take his money, let me take an hour nap during our sessions, and you can tell him I’m improving while you leech his pocketbook. I’m not going to marry some girl and have an heir no matter what he says. It’s been an hour. Can I go now?”
“You should talk about your parents.”
“I don’t want to talk about my parents.”
“You’re obviously very angry at them.”
“I’m pretty angry at you right now, too. Should we talk about that?”
“If you want.”
“This is bullshit. I’m leaving.”
“Come back next week.”
“I have to, don’t I?”
“Yes.”
Sequel: Consequences
Part 6: Sharing
Part 5: Using
Part 4: Fucking
Part 3: Loving
Part 2: Trusting
Part 1: Touching
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, JaeChun!BFFery (eventual Yoochun/Junsu/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine to question or to fuck or to do anything more than write stories about.
Summary: Jaejoong is lusting after his employer's son. It's just sex, but even he doesn't know how much it affected Junsu.
Warnings: Older Jaejoong (28 yrs old), Younger Junsu (14 years old)
This chapter contains minor Changmin/Junsu and minor minor Yunho/Junsu
Part 7:
“When did your parents find out?”
“I was sixteen, about to start my second year of high school.”
“Tell me about your parents.”
“God, you’re stupid. I don’t. Want. To. Talk. About. My parents.”
“How did you feel when they found out about you and Jaejoong?”
“I was mad.”
“Why?”
“They chose Jaejoong over me. Instead of making him move and throwing him on his ass, they uprooted me and threw me into this godforsaken country. I hate this place.”
“Do you hate Jaejoong because of that?”
“No. It’s not Jaejoong’s fault. And my father pays him a lot of money to work, so I’m not really surprised the greedy bastard kept it all quiet. This is all my parents’ fault. It’s my parents who did it.”
“You seem pretty upset about your parents.”
“Do I even have parents?”
|_|_|_|_|
Jae wasn’t surprised when they were found out, but he was surprised it took so long. Junsu was sixteen when Jae received a called from his father.
The conversation was simple. He knew, a servant had told, and Junsu was being sent to America for boarding school.
“Why are you punishing him when this is my fault?” Jae asked.
His father was quiet for a moment and then said, “It’s a good school and he needs to speak English well to be influential in the business world. We have been planning this for months.”
Jae knew the lie when he heard it but he acquiesced. He did not apologize.
“Do you love my son?”
Jae scoffed. “No. I care about him, and I want him to do well, but that doesn’t equate to love. Do you love your son?”
The man hung up on him.
|_|_|_|_|
The next day Junsu barreled into his office in tears and he curled up in Jaejoong’s lap and cried muttering, “I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go,” over and over.
Jae held him. He didn’t want Junsu to go either. Jae could honestly say that his feelings for Junsu had grown to affection, concern. Not love, but it hurt to see him cry. He’d grown up so much in the last year and excelled in school and on the soccer team. He was supposed to be made captain the next year.
They had two weeks together, and despite his father’s warning, Jae took advantage of Junsu’s clinging and neediness. And they stopped trying to hide what was going on. At least, Junsu did. Jae went along with it. Junsu kissed him in front of the servants; they had sex on the couch and in the kitchen, and on the stairs, and more than once, they were interrupted or walked in on.
Junsu stopped being nice to the staff. He didn’t know which one tattled on them, but he made it very clear that he was no longer friends with any of them.
Junsu had to scramble to get everything ready in two weeks, to get packed and try to shove sixteen and a half years of life into a few suitcases.
On the day he had to leave, Junsu refused to let anyone but Jaejoong take him to the airport. His father had ordered a limo to take him and the staff had begged him to go, but Junsu sat on the stairs, arms crossed, and waited until Jaejoong arrived to take him.
They were almost late, but Jae figured it was better that way. No long goodbyes.
Yoochun met them there, and Junsu clung to both of them for a little while.
When his flight was announced, Jae said, “Su-ah, I know you’re scared. I know this won’t help you at all, but since I seem to be bad at giving you anything but sex advice, I shoved about five boxes of condoms in your luggage. Remember what I said about nasty diseases.”
Junsu scoffed. “Thanks, hyung.”
“Study hard. You’ll only be there two years.”
Jae knew Junsu was fighting back tears. He kissed him very softly. “I know it means shit coming from me, but I’m proud of you, Su-ah. I am. You won’t hear me say it again, but I’m going to miss you. Work hard. Do well.”
Junsu hugged him tightly. “It’s not shit, hyung. I apprec-lov-yeah, whatever. I’ll do well. I promise.” He abruptly broke away. He grabbed his carry-on and turned and walked away.
Yoochun slapped Jae’s shoulder. “You’re a fucking sap.”
“Fuck off.”
“I still can’t believe you didn’t get fired.”
Jae shrugged. “I make a lot of money for that greedy bastard, and like he’s going to let this drag the name of company down.”
They waited until Junsu was out of sight, and Jae was disappointed that Junsu didn’t turn around and wave.
Yoochun sighed. “Wanna go have sex in a public bathroom?”
Jae scoffed. “Pervert.”
“That wasn’t a no.”
|_|_|_|_|
Jaejoong didn’t hear a thing about Junsu for eight months. He missed the kid and made it a habit to jerk off in his old bedroom, but his father was clear. If Jae wanted his job, Jae had to cut ties.
One morning before he’d finished his coffee, he received an e-mail from an address he didn’t recognize.
Someone you know told me to give you this link
Jae scoffed and was about to hit delete when he froze. The link was from YoungEagerBoys. It was his favorite post-your-own porn site because most of the boys weren’t eighteen, even if they said they were. And it was free.
Against his better judgment (who knew what viruses it would have) he clicked on the link.
He watched with wide eyes for about thirty seconds and then called Yoochun. “Fuck. Are you on your computer?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I’m forwarding you a link.” Jae hung up and forwarded the link.
He restarted the video.
Junsu. His Junsu.
A young boy undressed him. He had long brown hair. Long legs, long arms. Muscles. He couldn’t have been older than sixteen. He tickled Junsu, and Junsu laughed and batted his hands away and said, “Minnie, don’t do that. It tickles.”
The other smiled and did it again anyway. Junsu laughed. His cock was already hard.
Jae fished his cock from his pants. He stroked as he watched “Minnie” kiss and suck and abuse Junsu’s skin. Junsu arched and moaned into every touch.
“Changmin, please,” Junsu said. “Stop teasing.”
“You love it.”
The cameraman praised them every few minutes. It wasn’t a well done video, but it was Junsu.
His phone vibrated and Jae ignored it.
When Changmin put Junsu’s cock in his mouth, Jaejoong came, biting his lip against a shout. He gasped and let his breathing steady. Jae’s cock remained hard as he watched Changmin nudge Junsu over. Junsu went to his hands and knees, facing the camera man. Changmin spread his ass open and licked him, prepped him, more teasing, while Junsu whimpered and moaned and bit his lower lip.
“Fuck,” Jae said to no one. He started stroking again.
The cameraman zoomed in when Changmin pushed into Junsu’s body. Changmin’s cock was huge. Junsu’s ass sucked it in like he was used to it being inside him.
“More, fuck, fast, hard, please Changmin.”
Changmin gripped his hips and fucked him faster.
Jae came for a second time as Junsu’s moans echoed through his office. God, he missed hearing those moans.
Junsu had a hand on his cock and it didn’t take long for him to come. Changmin was coming soon after, pulling out, ripping off the condom and covering Junsu’s back in come.
Junsu sighed and wiggled his ass. “God, I love the feel of come on my back,” he whispered.
The cameraman laughed. “How about come in your mouth?”
Junsu licked his lip. “Yours?”
“Yes.”
“Put the camera down.”
Junsu opened his mouth and then the video ended.
Jae stared, completely in shock, until his phone started vibrating again. He answered it this time.
“Oh, shit,” Yoochun said.
“Yeah.”
“Oh, shit.”
“Yeah.”
“Shit shit shit shit shit.”
Jae chuckled.
“Guess we taught him a bit too much,” Yoochun said.
“No, I say we taught him just enough.”
|_|_|_|_|
The next week, there was another e-mail, another video: Junsu in a threesome. And then another: Junsu being double penetrated, and then another: Junsu being tag teamed by four different guys. The videos got kinkier: Junsu tied up. Junsu gagged. Junsu spanked, whipped, peed on. Most had Changmin in them too, but sometimes there was an older guy named Yunho. He looked like he was in his twenties. Yunho liked to beat him and put a cock ring on him.
Each e-mail also had a snippet about Junsu in it. It never named Junsu, but Jae learned from the mysterious sender that “someone you know” was on the soccer team, and near the top of his class in almost every subject. He was pretty certain it was Junsu sending the messages, or at least Junsu was directing what was said in the messages.
After about six weeks, Jaejoong sent an e-mail back. I want to talk to him.
A reply came two minutes later. He doesn’t want to talk to you.
Jae frowned. He hadn’t expected that. Tell him I still think he’s amazing.
Jae never received a reply to that, but the videos kept coming until one day there was no video, just a message that said, We can’t do this anymore.
Jae didn’t hear from Junsu again.
|_|_|_|_|
“What about America? How-“
“I hate this place. Didn’t I already say that?”
“Do you still talk to Jaejoong or Yoochun?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Why should I?”
“You like them.”
“So? I haven’t seen them for almost a year. You think I’ve been holding on to that mess for a year? Really. You’re kind of stupid.”
“Do you want to see him again?”
“Maybe. I … he always praised me for my grades and good work. I’d like him to know that I’m doing well in school.”
“What about the emails and the videos?”
“What about them?”
“Someone sent them to him.”
“It wasn’t me. I’m pretty sure in those papers you have the name of the person whose email address was used to do that.”
“Does it bother you that someone sent them to Jaejoong?”
“Um, I agreed to have them posted on the internet for anyone to see them. Why would it bother me that Jaejoong saw them when he has seen me in naked in real life? I’m really doubting your credentials, lady.”
“It seemed to bother Changmin enough to mention it to someone.”
“Changmin was a pussyfucker. He was cool at first, but then he got all moral and shit.”
“Tell me about him.”
“Why?”
“Because you need to.”
“You’re kind of a bitch. I really don’t like you.”
“Changmin was your first roommate in America?”
“Fine. You want to know about Changmin. His cock is ten and one quarter inches long. The longest he’s fucked me is just over an hour and he made me come three times. And, he loves having his hands tied to the headboard while I ride his cock-”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“You told me to talk you about Changmin. This is what I know about him. If you want to know what his favorite color is, or what kind of food he likes, or what his dog’s name is, you’re going to have to ask him.”
“Why didn’t you ask him?”
“Why should I care about anything more than his cock? That’s all he’s good for.”
“Are you still having sex with him?”
“No. Every time he sees me, the piece of shit turns away.”
“What about the other man, Yunho?”
“Sometimes.”
“You’re really too young to be having sexual relations with-”
“Sexual relations? When was the last time you had sexual relations? Maybe all you need to stop being a bitch is a good fuck. Bend over.”
“That is inappropriate.”
“But you thought about it. All you have to do is ask.”
“So who else do you have sex with?”
“You want a list of names? Sorry, sweetheart, but this session is only an hour long. Look. I don’t have sex any less than I used to. I just don’t film it anymore. I understand that I’m here because my father is paying you to convince me to ‘calm my libido’. There’s not much that you or my father can say to convince me not to have sex. If he wanted me to be an upstanding citizen with a ‘healthy’ sex life, then he should have bothered to raise me as one.”
“Your lifestyle-”
“I’m doing well in school, I’m not drinking or smoking or doing drugs. The bastard should be happy with that. If he has a problem because I’m gay, then I say you take his money, let me take an hour nap during our sessions, and you can tell him I’m improving while you leech his pocketbook. I’m not going to marry some girl and have an heir no matter what he says. It’s been an hour. Can I go now?”
“You should talk about your parents.”
“I don’t want to talk about my parents.”
“You’re obviously very angry at them.”
“I’m pretty angry at you right now, too. Should we talk about that?”
“If you want.”
“This is bullshit. I’m leaving.”
“Come back next week.”
“I have to, don’t I?”
“Yes.”
Sequel: Consequences
Part 6: Sharing
Part 5: Using
Part 4: Fucking
Part 3: Loving
Part 2: Trusting
Part 1: Touching
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