Jealous or The Ultimate Betrayal - 1/2
Author: Minesomine with Ichigotabetai's contribution
Pairing: main Yunjae and Yoosu, other pairings
Rating: Rated for themes, violence and language
Warnings: Trigger for jealousy,infidelity, betrayal, verbal abuse and attempted rape
Summary: They were the perfect couple. Or were they?
New York, March 23
Yunho stared down at the body writhing under him illuminated by the morning light. The skin was sweaty and flushed, muscles taunt and soft sobs and whimpers trying to go unnoticed. He smirked. “Oh, no, you don’t.” He fully intended to force those barely audible sounds to grow louder and louder until the other man’s throat was raw and sore. Which would be an amazing feat considering how tight he was squeezing his throat. He smirked again. Life was good.
…
Yunho scrolled down a familiar Facebook page. He loved the pics in it, they always made him unconsciously smile. Not that he was aware of it, he just thought he liked to proudly look at how beautiful his boyfriend was.
He typed a well-known password: Uknow. He shook his head almost imperceptibly since he was well beyond the point when his boyfriend’s choice of the same easy to discover password for every single thing could amaze or exasperate him anymore. In fact, he could nearly call it convenient.
Scrolling around the Facebook page logged in as his boyfriend, Yunho took his time, lazily reading conversations and checking for new friends. One name caught his attention: Anon69. Yunho especially hated anonymous accounts and the 69 sounded a bit crude so he made sure to read every exchange. It seemed to be someone his boyfriend knew personally. The messages exchanged were few at first but seemed to have increased in number and frequency lately.
For a second he feared if it could be Yoochun then dismissed the idea. Those two talked in person and on the phone way too much to bother doing it over Facebook as well. Besides, much as he suspected Yoochun’s true feelings, the poor man had trapped himself in the friend zone long before Yunho had ever showed up.
Which meant this Anon69 was someone he would need to keep a close eye on.
…
Changmin was sweating profusely. It felt wonderful after a boring day at the office. Not a bad way to spend the night. He looked over his shoulder and barked an order. “Harder, you scrawny thing. Is that all you got?” The sharp sting of pain that followed was welcomed. The hand around his throat tightened and he became incapable of talking again. He eagerly thrust back into the thick cock impaling him. Just because he could not speak, did not mean he could not demand.
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Seoul, March 25
"Fuck." Yoochun groaned, his hips swinging back and forth in a punishing rhythm, into the tight welcoming slut that was Junsu. Junsu’s ass was covered with Yoochun's handprints - his skin red and hot from spankings. Yoochun dug his fingers into the marks earning squeals and groans from Junsu whose face was mushed against the mattress; limbs askew.
Junsu had, long ago, lost control of the pace or himself, he was mindless with multiple near orgasms, drool dripping from his mouth as he was jerked forward and backward by the thrusts.
A few moments later, Yoochun pulled out, turned his lover over and came in spurts over his face. It was his fourth time painting Junsu’s face and just the sight of it would have readied him for another round except he was exhausted.
So instead he collapsed beside Junsu. The other man had already passed out so Yoochun reached over and picked up his phone.
Thinking for a few moments, he began to type.
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New York, March 26
Yunho lounged in his chair not paying especial attention to the meeting and not particularly caring. The contract was finalised and he was about to return to Seoul. Besides, he dared any man to at least maintain the appearance of composed the way he was doing in the same situation. Changmin’s unforgiving hand on his cock was in danger of giving him an orgasm while everyone was still sitting at the meeting table. He could only silently pray his thanks that it wasn’t a glass table. And do his best to ignore Changmin’s satisfied smirk and his challenging eyes.
With some careful manoeuvring with a folder, Yunho was able to shake everyone’s hand at the end of the meeting, leaving him and Changmin finally alone.
“I can’t believe you shook everyone’s hand with my pre-cum smeared all over your hand.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t even bother zipping your fly.”
“I could have you fired for this joke at such an important meeting.”
“Nonsense. You can’t fire me unless you’re ready to move to New York permanently and your parents would never allow it. Where else would you find someone so… competent?”
Finally losing his patience, Yunho forced the other man onto his knees and stuffed the annoying smile with his straining erection. With a laugh, he had to acknowledge the man really was… competent.
…
After packing his suitcase, and trying to distract himself from the flight hours he soon would have ahead of him, Yunho finally found the time to continue reading the huge number of messages he had found. He liked being thorough which is why he had started at the very first message and was slowly working his way to the more recent ones.
The initial friendly albeit somewhat flirty messages had rapidly moved to downright sex talk. And much to Yunho’s grievance, the sex talk kept getting better and better. Hot steamy kinky sex. The kind of sex Yunho has to get out of his relationship because his cheating boyfriend never wanted to go that far. Nasty depraved debauched sex. Even with his blind anger it was hard to avoid getting aroused.
“Oh, you fucking slut! You are going to pay for this.”
…
Seoul, March 27
Jaejoong and Yoochun stumbled drunkenly into yet another bar. They laughed silly at how ridiculous they both looked and went in search of more alcohol. They managed to attract a lot of attention, especially Jaejoong with his amazing looks. Noticing the hungry stares, Yoochun put an arm around Jaejoong’s waist and pulled him near while sending the strangers a rude gesture with his other hand.
“Oh, my hero! Playing the jealous boyfriend again?”
“Hey, someone has to keep all these vultures away from you. And you really need to explain to me how my taking care of your drunk ass equals to anything remotely jealous considering you date Jung Bastard Yunho.”
“Chunniee…”
“Oh, don’t pout at me. He’s unreasonably jealous and you know it. Hell, he’s even jealous of our friendship.”
Jaejoong laughed at that and pointed at the possessive arm still tightly wrapped around his waist.
“He just doesn’t get why we are so touchy-touchy. But he’s not jealous of you, silly. He knows we’re best friends.”
Yoochun refrained from further comment and just went back to their happy drinking. He had little chance of convincing Jaejoong of anything where Yunho was concerned. His friend was blindly in love and nothing he said was ever going to work.
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Seoul, March 28
Jaejoong sighed and stretched his tired body. He was exhausted after working the entire day. Normally it wasn’t so taxing but this particular shoot had demanded a lot more physically of him than usual. Constant wardrobe changes; running from one location to another; stupid ass clothes and much stupider poses; not to mention how annoying the designer was.
Today was one of those days when Jaejoong would gladly punch anyone who so far as hinted that a model job was an easy one. Considering how he was such an easy going person, that could only mean he was exceptionally tired. That was one of the few things that could make the usually cheerful man grumpy.
What really had him completely beside himself was that he was on his way to the airport to pick up his boyfriend who had been away for a few days and he would not be able to do more than kiss him and collapse. “So sleepy, so so soooo sleepy. Oh, God. Yunho will be damn annoyed with me but I am… sleeping on my feet already…”
The taxi driver had to shake him awake.
…
The hug was beautiful to watch. Around them a few people smiled at how lovely they looked together. There was no mistaking the two men were a lot more than friends. The taller one’s hug was unmistakeably possessive and the model like beauty simply had stars in his eyes. The following kiss had some people feeling a little uncomfortable or perhaps just very jealous.
…
Yunho huffed in annoyance. A nearly comatose Jaejoong was not what he had expected, especially upon his return. His cock was not happy. Really not happy after just a few unsatisfactory kisses and a laughable hand job that Jaejoong hadn’t even finished before falling asleep.
He watched his lover carefully before tiptoeing his way to their dressing table. He glanced at Jaejoong to be sure and then picked up his phone and went to the adjoining bathroom. He left the door open just in case Jaejoong stirred.
First of all, Yunho took care of his lingering erection by simply staring at the naked figure on the bed and using his well-oiled imagination. Then, he cleaned himself and sat down to leisurely check Jaejoong’s phone.
There were a few good things to dating a model like Kim Jaejoong. For one he was knockout arm candy - beautiful, stylish with long blonde hair and pouting lips. The other was that he was naively trusting or maybe just retarded. In the two years they had dated, he had never locked his phone or changed his passwords.
If there was one thing Yunho knew for certain, it was how to keep tab on one's own property. Jaejoong was every red blooded human being's dream come true. And he was a model. The two did not combine to grant peace of mind. Yunho knew what the industry was like - and Jaejoong's fame meant he surely had to have sucked someone's cock along the way and could be sucking some right now. Yunho checking his boyfriend's phone was therefore a necessity.
A few months back, he had returned from the States and started checking Jaejoong's phone as well when he had the opportunity instead of just logging in into the web pages from his own phone. As usual messages never yielded anything and he did bother to do more than bestow a cursory glance. Line threw up a blank as well. Yunho took a detour into the pictures folder, but there was nothing compromising, just a stupid amount of selcas, way too many pics of Yoochun for his personal liking - at least his pics outnumbered Yoochun’s. In the last few days he had turned his attention to Facebook. Usually there was nothing to be seen but that had stopped being the case.
The private messages with Anon69 had turned out to be his nightmares come true.
“So you liked bareback, huh ? I fucking loved it. Your ass was so damn hungry for me, it swallowed my dick up whole. Too bad you got only a half hour break.” - Anon69
The message had knocked the breath clean out of Yunho. How dare Jaejoong?!!! He had always suspected that whore of cheating and now he had proof. And bareback…fucking asshole never let him in without an army worth of condoms even though he knew how much Yunho liked bareback. It was because Jaejoong was such a goody goody prude in bed that Yunho had to look elsewhere for his satisfaction…
Yunho had paced the room several times and finally controlled his urge to break the phone on that cheating slut of a lover. Why, with him, Jaejoong behaved like a married wife, rarely putting out and even then only the most vanilla positions. Only once he had given in and let Yunho choke him while fucking. He had passed out during that and never tried anything kinky again. Yunho remembered that night fondly…it had been such a turn on to fuck a limp yet warm ragdoll. He had even spanked Jaejoong hard a couple of times and then removed the condom and come inside his lover's unconscious body. Fuck that had been hot. He had had to clean the lying prude up afterwards but it was worth it. Maybe Jaejoong had suspected some because he absolutely refused any further experiments.
That same Jaejoong who apparently loved some random guy barebacking him.
Yunho had had to catch his flight back from the States right after reading that last message so he hadn't read Jaejoong's reply yet. By now surely there would be something. Yunho typed in the Facebook password he knew by heart and logged into his boyfriend's account.
His eyes bulged out at the volume of messages. He scrolled down a few times, trying to keep his temper in check and sat down on the toilet seat to read.
Ten minutes later, Yunho was livid and hard as well. Jaejoong had met Anon69 five times in the last two weeks for sex. This Anon69 obviously admired Jaejoong’s whore level ability to deep throat in seconds. ”That was…fuck no words! I cannot believe I lived so long without your cum hungry mouth around my dick and balls. Where on earth did you learn to do it so fast?” To which Jaejoong had replied “himitsu” - the word for secret in Japanese, one of the few words he knew and was fond of singsonging whenever he got the opportunity to use it.
A part of Yunho had hoped that somehow Jaejoong could be innocent but that “himitsu” was just so Jaejoong that there could be no doubts.
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Seoul, April 05
Jaejoong is feeling more and more anxious. Something is off with Yunho but he doesn’t know what. It scares him. His work as a model may be glamorous and he does spend a lot of time around gorgeous men that hit on him but he doesn't care for it and it annoys him because they just want him for his looks. Which is why he's so happy that he has Yunho and Yoochun, his boyfriend and his best friend who love him for who he is.
However, he is sure that something is happening. Jung Insatiable Yunho has avoided sex since his return from the States and Jaejoong doesn’t know why. All his attempts at seduction have failed. All his attempts at talking have been rebuffed. He knows that Yunho is secretly or not so secretly insecure about all the men around Jaejoong. He has gradually learned to accept Yoochun but he still snarls at the guy when he thinks Jaejoong can’t see.
The model sighs. Yunho seems to be the perfect loving boyfriend. He's not. Yunho has to travel constantly which means they spend a lot of time apart. Has he found someone else? Is that why he’s been so cold and distant?
Jaejoong shakes his head as soon as the idea crosses his mind. He knows that there are rumours. He’s a model and Yunho is a business man constantly travelling. Basically no one believes that they are both faithful. Hell, no one believed they would last more than a short fling.
It still hurts somewhat that Yoochun tried to get him to believe that Yunho had cheated. Jaejoong decided to trust Yunho and as far as he's concerned that's water under the bridge. Just a nasty rumour. Besides, he has accompanied Yunho to some of his business travels and has met the famous Changmin. Not the model like rumoured beauty but a balding middle aged man. He and Yunho had quite the laugh over that.
So what is happening? Could it be a rumour about me? But he would never believe those any more than I would. Right?
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Seoul, April 08
Yunho never confronts Jae about those online conversations. He just reads them and burns in anger that some other man is touching his property like that. Ever since his return from travelling he has been pretending to be too tired and stressed. He only gives Jaejoong a few kisses on the lips, not even proper ones. What is even more annoying is that although the model tries to find out if something is going on - behaving like his usual perfect self; in the meantime the secret conversations become more and more explicit. At this point Yunho even dreams of killing Jaejoong. Beating or fucking him to death. Something like that. As long as it hurts. He's becoming that irrational. He's only stalling to try and find out who Anon69 might be.
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Seoul, April 09
Yoochun arrives at the restaurant and walks to the usual table where Jaejoong is waiting for him. His smile falters a little when he notices Yunho has joined them tonight. The greetings they exchange are stilted. Jaejoong is distracted looking over the menu which means the two men don’t even bother hiding their mutual animosity.
Throughout the dinner there is a silent battle of wills to which Jaejoong remains oblivious, chatting happily about his next shoot. He’s anxious to work with the new team and points everyone to Yoochun and Yunho on Facebook.
Yunho obliges Jaejoong and looks at one of the new models with whom his boyfriend is going to work. He tries to control his features when the image on the screen is not of some metrosexual or androgynous pretty thing but that of a tall muscular man. More a sports professional than a model. The face and body are delicious, begging to be worshiped. The kind of man that attracts women and men alike. Yunho wouldn’t mind a taste.
Yoochun ostensibly puts his arms over Jaejoong to steal a peak and smirks.
“Ohhh, I heard about that one. Looks as straight as a ruler but is beyond gay. Jae, you’ll need to hide from him. He has a reputation of preying on anything pretty.”
“I know. I’ve met him on the runway before but this is the first time we’ll work together on a shoot. He’s an incorrigible flirt. I quite like him. This shoot is going to be fun.”
…
Back at home, Yunho studies Jaejoong’s relaxed features as they prepare for bed. He wonders and wonders. We spent the entire dinner battling over who touched him more. How the hell can Jaejoong not notice that? By the end we were nearly groping him in public. If I hadn’t had proof beyond a doubt over these two years that Yoochun is just a friend, not matter how much skinship he seeks, I would have sent his skinny ass to the hospital for constantly touching Jaejoong. His skinny ass and Jaejoong’s too. Damn arsehole. Always trying to get on my nerves.
Yunho breathes deeply to calm himself.
I still hate how he almost managed to make Jaejoong catch me with Changmin. Good thing I could send him away in time and have some other guy pose as my work colleague. I bet Yoochun - or Chunnieeeee - hated that. No way will Jaejoong listen to anything against me ever again.
Now, about this shoot and Anon69…
“Jae, you want a lift tomorrow instead of taking a taxi?”
“Oh, you would?”
Jaejoong beamed at his boyfriend and melted into him. This time his kiss and hug were returned and the model felt even happier. Trying to hide his shyness, he looked up at Yunho from under his lashes and attempted a coy look, gently trying to pull Yunho to bed.
“You go and rest. I still need to go over some contracts.”
Yunho internally smirked at Jaejoong’s hurt and disappointed face. If he didn’t know the lying whore was cheating on him he would be head over clouds at how much the man seemed to love him.
That illusion was once again shattered as soon as Yunho started to read the more recent conversations. As he suspected, the slut was going to meet for sex at the shoot.
“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum tomorrow. I’m going to stretch your greedy cunt until it won’t close again. Then I’ll fuck you silly and drain you of your own cum. When you think you can’t take any more I have new toys for you to try out.” - Anon69
“What toys? Oh, God. I think I still feel the last one you used. It left me so loose and open for you. Will you fist me again?” - Jayrocks
“Maybe… How good will you suck me?”- Anon69
Yunho read the entire long chat with his hand on his cock. He finally came at a detailed and dirty description of all that Anon69 was going to do to Jaejoong. Shamelessly, Yunho was able to forget his burning jealousy and indulged himself picturing he was the one who would fuck Jaejoong in all those deliciously twisted ways. Some of those things not even Changmin would never agree to. Hell, some of that stuff he hadn’t ever considered doing. Damn, and I always thought I’m a sex machine.
As he got into bed next to a sleeping Jaejoong, Yunho happily contemplated how he was going to catch the slutty bitch the next day. And make him pay.
…
Junsu moaned in ecstasy. His body was limp, he had no strength left to control it. He felt like some rag doll. Yoochun’s rag doll. Another hard pump had his face scratching against the carpet. Then another. And another. He started to whimper as Yoochun pumped his cock in and out of him with merciless strength.
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Seoul, April 10
Jaejoong is totally stressing out. He’s late for his shoot, he should already be half way to the location. Damn it, I’ll never be able to avoid the Friday evening traffic now. Whose idea was it to schedule a shoot for Friday’s rush hour? Oh, Lord, where is Yunho?
“Jae, baby, are you ready?”
“Yunnie, thank heavens! We’re late already!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you there in time.”
Inside the car, Yunho studied his boyfriend’s profile. The man was breathtakingly exquisite. He was no doubt the perfect crown jewel. Not only the face and body to make Yunho the envy of everyone but also an easy going disposition that endeared the model to anyone. Yunho was well aware that some business deals struck at social events were due to Jaejoong’s presence on his arm.
The beautiful man had always made it hard for Yunho not to beam at him. One could not blame him for enjoying how much Jaejoong spoiled and dotted on him.
In fact, there was little that he was unsatisfied about with their relationship. He had long resigned to endure Yoochun occasionally and as for the lack of variety in the bedroom department, well… Changmin more than made up for it. It was rather welcome how many times he had to travel to New York because that way he could engage in all the sex he wanted and how he wanted it.
But he could not forgive this betrayal. Jaejoong was going to pay. He’d drop him off and then return to catch him in the act. It would not be difficult, after all, he had all the details of the illicit encounter.
…
Yoochun woke up and lazily stretched his tired body. He felt happy and well satisfied, but then again a night of sex with Junsu always left him like that. Actually, much more than just a night. The day was almost over and it had been only a few hours ago that Junsu had somehow managed to drag himself away. Yoochun sometimes had to wonder how the man could still walk after some of their more vigorous and intense sex.
He checked the time. Friday’s night live was about to begin. He wondered if he should go out but shrugged in the end. Jaejoong was probably at his shoot by now and Junsu would be too tired. No point in going alone. Clubbing alone was boring.
Yoochun curled up on his sofa and turned the tv on with a glass of whisky to keep him company.
…
Yunho is cursing his rotten luck.
Friday night traffic. Some damn bloody accident. Highway closed. Too many cars behind, no exit for miles. They are stuck. They have to sit in the car and wait. Only God knows for how long.
To top things up it starts to rain hard, thunder and everything and it gets dark. Yunho curses again. He looks at his watch. One hour lost already. The radio continues to inform that somewhere ahead the police is still dealing with the accident.
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Jaejoong wakes up with a crick on his neck. He blinks trying to get his bearings. To his surprise he finds himself still in the car, stuck in frozen traffic.
“What happened?”
“Accident.”
“Oh.”
Still blinking, Jaejoong grabs his phone to inform he won’t make it to the shoot. He is relieved to find he’s not the only one stuck in traffic and that the shoot was rescheduled. But that doesn’t change that they are still stuck until the cars can move again. With a sigh the model changes the radio station in search of a catchy tune.
Yunho slaps his hand. Hard.
“Ouch!”
Jaejoong stares at Yunho with a shocked surprised face. The business man continues staring straight ahead. Outside, it is night already and nothing can be seen under the heavy rain. Actually, they can’t even make out the cars around them or hear anything due to the storm. The silence stretches on, barely disguised by a pop song on the radio.
…
“Yunnie…?”
“Shut up!”
“Look… calm down. I’m sure we’ll be moving again soon. Ah… Let me put the traffic radio back on. Great, an update. Listen.”
The voice on the radio drones on how the road will remain closed.
Jaejoong sighs defeated. He feels uneasy. Yunho is acting too strange. His hand is still smarting from the unexpected hard slap. It was totally uncalled for and at odds with Yunho’s usual loving self. Unless one counts his recent behaviour since his return from the States. Jaejoong glanced sideways at his boyfriend. The spacious luxury car was starting to feel small and cramped for some unknown reason.
…
Time moves slowly. Unnerved, Jaejoong tries to talk to Yunho again. Yunho just grows angrier and colder, making a point of not even looking at the man beside him and uttering not a single syllable. The atmosphere is such that Jae goes to the backseat with the whispered excuse of trying to sleep, unsure of what is happening with Yunho. Time ticks away as Jaejoong lays down on the back, silently watching Yunho’s immovable profile.
The nearly forgotten radio informs that the police is clearing the accident and that the roads will maybe be open in about an hour or two.
Jaejoong decides to try to talk with his boyfriend again and find out what's wrong. He only succeeds in saying the man’s name before he’s startled to see Yunho jump as if electrified. Finally, Yunho turns to the model and yells at him.
“Are you still intent on keeping this charade up? Do you like playing the perfect boyfriend so much? Does it amuse you or something?”
Ignoring the appalled expression on Jaejoong’s face, Yunho glares at him. When no answer comes, his temper flares up.
“You lying whore! Are you bored cause you’re not being fucked yet?”
Yunho grabs the man’s phone, inserts the password and goes to the last conversation with Anon69, reading one of the sentences out loud.
“Want you inside me. Fuck me until you tear me to pieces.” - Jayrocks
“Why don’t I do that to you instead of your pimp, huh? What? My cock not big enough or something? If I never tore you to pieces is only cause you never let me. Always playing the virgin prude with me when you’re going bareback with some guy..”
Jaejoong shrinks in the backseat, pulling his knees up to his chest. His eyes are glued on Yunho while his mind fails to understand the accusations and just screams that this can’t be his boyfriend.
“Himitsu, huh? Such a nice secret. Such a nice cunt. But I guess I can’t blame this guy. You really are a delicious tight little thing, aren’t you? Just listen how much he praises you.”
“I’m going to cum on your mouth and face. Have my cock hit the back of your throat until you gag and cry for more. Oh, you’re so good at taking me in. I swear you could almost take my balls at the same time. Going to cum again and again. Smear my cum all over you. Cover you in my taste and smell and then send you to go and take your model like pictures.” - Anon69
“How come you never swallow me, huh? Seems you’re an expert, you bitch.”
Yunho leans into the back of the car forcing Jaejoong to shrink himself even more. He starts to read out loud more pieces of the Facebook’s conversations choosing them for shock factor. The model can’t believe his ears as Yunho’s angry voice cuts through him with accusations and insults in between reading some deranged sex talk. Detailed sex talk. Rough sex. The kind that leaves bruises behind.
…
Jaejoong remains silent and with wide eyes glued on his enraged boyfriend. The model’s lack of reaction makes Yunho finally lose it. He attacks Jae, trying to undress him so he can confront his cheating boyfriend about the marks he’s sure he’s going to find. The model screams in terror.
“No! Stop! Help! Yunho, help me!”
It may be unconscious and rather insane but Jaejoong actually screams for Yunho to help him against… Yunho. In his mind this man trying to tear his clothes off him is not his boyfriend, it can’t be. So he cries and calls out for Yunho to help him. Someone. Anyone.
But the storm rages on and increases in volume drowning out his panicked screams.
…
Part 2/2,
Pairing: main Yunjae and Yoosu, other pairings
Rating: Rated for themes, violence and language
Warnings: Trigger for jealousy,infidelity, betrayal, verbal abuse and attempted rape
Summary: They were the perfect couple. Or were they?
New York, March 23
Yunho stared down at the body writhing under him illuminated by the morning light. The skin was sweaty and flushed, muscles taunt and soft sobs and whimpers trying to go unnoticed. He smirked. “Oh, no, you don’t.” He fully intended to force those barely audible sounds to grow louder and louder until the other man’s throat was raw and sore. Which would be an amazing feat considering how tight he was squeezing his throat. He smirked again. Life was good.
…
Yunho scrolled down a familiar Facebook page. He loved the pics in it, they always made him unconsciously smile. Not that he was aware of it, he just thought he liked to proudly look at how beautiful his boyfriend was.
He typed a well-known password: Uknow. He shook his head almost imperceptibly since he was well beyond the point when his boyfriend’s choice of the same easy to discover password for every single thing could amaze or exasperate him anymore. In fact, he could nearly call it convenient.
Scrolling around the Facebook page logged in as his boyfriend, Yunho took his time, lazily reading conversations and checking for new friends. One name caught his attention: Anon69. Yunho especially hated anonymous accounts and the 69 sounded a bit crude so he made sure to read every exchange. It seemed to be someone his boyfriend knew personally. The messages exchanged were few at first but seemed to have increased in number and frequency lately.
For a second he feared if it could be Yoochun then dismissed the idea. Those two talked in person and on the phone way too much to bother doing it over Facebook as well. Besides, much as he suspected Yoochun’s true feelings, the poor man had trapped himself in the friend zone long before Yunho had ever showed up.
Which meant this Anon69 was someone he would need to keep a close eye on.
…
Changmin was sweating profusely. It felt wonderful after a boring day at the office. Not a bad way to spend the night. He looked over his shoulder and barked an order. “Harder, you scrawny thing. Is that all you got?” The sharp sting of pain that followed was welcomed. The hand around his throat tightened and he became incapable of talking again. He eagerly thrust back into the thick cock impaling him. Just because he could not speak, did not mean he could not demand.
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Seoul, March 25
"Fuck." Yoochun groaned, his hips swinging back and forth in a punishing rhythm, into the tight welcoming slut that was Junsu. Junsu’s ass was covered with Yoochun's handprints - his skin red and hot from spankings. Yoochun dug his fingers into the marks earning squeals and groans from Junsu whose face was mushed against the mattress; limbs askew.
Junsu had, long ago, lost control of the pace or himself, he was mindless with multiple near orgasms, drool dripping from his mouth as he was jerked forward and backward by the thrusts.
A few moments later, Yoochun pulled out, turned his lover over and came in spurts over his face. It was his fourth time painting Junsu’s face and just the sight of it would have readied him for another round except he was exhausted.
So instead he collapsed beside Junsu. The other man had already passed out so Yoochun reached over and picked up his phone.
Thinking for a few moments, he began to type.
…
New York, March 26
Yunho lounged in his chair not paying especial attention to the meeting and not particularly caring. The contract was finalised and he was about to return to Seoul. Besides, he dared any man to at least maintain the appearance of composed the way he was doing in the same situation. Changmin’s unforgiving hand on his cock was in danger of giving him an orgasm while everyone was still sitting at the meeting table. He could only silently pray his thanks that it wasn’t a glass table. And do his best to ignore Changmin’s satisfied smirk and his challenging eyes.
With some careful manoeuvring with a folder, Yunho was able to shake everyone’s hand at the end of the meeting, leaving him and Changmin finally alone.
“I can’t believe you shook everyone’s hand with my pre-cum smeared all over your hand.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t even bother zipping your fly.”
“I could have you fired for this joke at such an important meeting.”
“Nonsense. You can’t fire me unless you’re ready to move to New York permanently and your parents would never allow it. Where else would you find someone so… competent?”
Finally losing his patience, Yunho forced the other man onto his knees and stuffed the annoying smile with his straining erection. With a laugh, he had to acknowledge the man really was… competent.
…
After packing his suitcase, and trying to distract himself from the flight hours he soon would have ahead of him, Yunho finally found the time to continue reading the huge number of messages he had found. He liked being thorough which is why he had started at the very first message and was slowly working his way to the more recent ones.
The initial friendly albeit somewhat flirty messages had rapidly moved to downright sex talk. And much to Yunho’s grievance, the sex talk kept getting better and better. Hot steamy kinky sex. The kind of sex Yunho has to get out of his relationship because his cheating boyfriend never wanted to go that far. Nasty depraved debauched sex. Even with his blind anger it was hard to avoid getting aroused.
“Oh, you fucking slut! You are going to pay for this.”
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Seoul, March 27
Jaejoong and Yoochun stumbled drunkenly into yet another bar. They laughed silly at how ridiculous they both looked and went in search of more alcohol. They managed to attract a lot of attention, especially Jaejoong with his amazing looks. Noticing the hungry stares, Yoochun put an arm around Jaejoong’s waist and pulled him near while sending the strangers a rude gesture with his other hand.
“Oh, my hero! Playing the jealous boyfriend again?”
“Hey, someone has to keep all these vultures away from you. And you really need to explain to me how my taking care of your drunk ass equals to anything remotely jealous considering you date Jung Bastard Yunho.”
“Chunniee…”
“Oh, don’t pout at me. He’s unreasonably jealous and you know it. Hell, he’s even jealous of our friendship.”
Jaejoong laughed at that and pointed at the possessive arm still tightly wrapped around his waist.
“He just doesn’t get why we are so touchy-touchy. But he’s not jealous of you, silly. He knows we’re best friends.”
Yoochun refrained from further comment and just went back to their happy drinking. He had little chance of convincing Jaejoong of anything where Yunho was concerned. His friend was blindly in love and nothing he said was ever going to work.
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Seoul, March 28
Jaejoong sighed and stretched his tired body. He was exhausted after working the entire day. Normally it wasn’t so taxing but this particular shoot had demanded a lot more physically of him than usual. Constant wardrobe changes; running from one location to another; stupid ass clothes and much stupider poses; not to mention how annoying the designer was.
Today was one of those days when Jaejoong would gladly punch anyone who so far as hinted that a model job was an easy one. Considering how he was such an easy going person, that could only mean he was exceptionally tired. That was one of the few things that could make the usually cheerful man grumpy.
What really had him completely beside himself was that he was on his way to the airport to pick up his boyfriend who had been away for a few days and he would not be able to do more than kiss him and collapse. “So sleepy, so so soooo sleepy. Oh, God. Yunho will be damn annoyed with me but I am… sleeping on my feet already…”
The taxi driver had to shake him awake.
…
The hug was beautiful to watch. Around them a few people smiled at how lovely they looked together. There was no mistaking the two men were a lot more than friends. The taller one’s hug was unmistakeably possessive and the model like beauty simply had stars in his eyes. The following kiss had some people feeling a little uncomfortable or perhaps just very jealous.
…
Yunho huffed in annoyance. A nearly comatose Jaejoong was not what he had expected, especially upon his return. His cock was not happy. Really not happy after just a few unsatisfactory kisses and a laughable hand job that Jaejoong hadn’t even finished before falling asleep.
He watched his lover carefully before tiptoeing his way to their dressing table. He glanced at Jaejoong to be sure and then picked up his phone and went to the adjoining bathroom. He left the door open just in case Jaejoong stirred.
First of all, Yunho took care of his lingering erection by simply staring at the naked figure on the bed and using his well-oiled imagination. Then, he cleaned himself and sat down to leisurely check Jaejoong’s phone.
There were a few good things to dating a model like Kim Jaejoong. For one he was knockout arm candy - beautiful, stylish with long blonde hair and pouting lips. The other was that he was naively trusting or maybe just retarded. In the two years they had dated, he had never locked his phone or changed his passwords.
If there was one thing Yunho knew for certain, it was how to keep tab on one's own property. Jaejoong was every red blooded human being's dream come true. And he was a model. The two did not combine to grant peace of mind. Yunho knew what the industry was like - and Jaejoong's fame meant he surely had to have sucked someone's cock along the way and could be sucking some right now. Yunho checking his boyfriend's phone was therefore a necessity.
A few months back, he had returned from the States and started checking Jaejoong's phone as well when he had the opportunity instead of just logging in into the web pages from his own phone. As usual messages never yielded anything and he did bother to do more than bestow a cursory glance. Line threw up a blank as well. Yunho took a detour into the pictures folder, but there was nothing compromising, just a stupid amount of selcas, way too many pics of Yoochun for his personal liking - at least his pics outnumbered Yoochun’s. In the last few days he had turned his attention to Facebook. Usually there was nothing to be seen but that had stopped being the case.
The private messages with Anon69 had turned out to be his nightmares come true.
“So you liked bareback, huh ? I fucking loved it. Your ass was so damn hungry for me, it swallowed my dick up whole. Too bad you got only a half hour break.” - Anon69
The message had knocked the breath clean out of Yunho. How dare Jaejoong?!!! He had always suspected that whore of cheating and now he had proof. And bareback…fucking asshole never let him in without an army worth of condoms even though he knew how much Yunho liked bareback. It was because Jaejoong was such a goody goody prude in bed that Yunho had to look elsewhere for his satisfaction…
Yunho had paced the room several times and finally controlled his urge to break the phone on that cheating slut of a lover. Why, with him, Jaejoong behaved like a married wife, rarely putting out and even then only the most vanilla positions. Only once he had given in and let Yunho choke him while fucking. He had passed out during that and never tried anything kinky again. Yunho remembered that night fondly…it had been such a turn on to fuck a limp yet warm ragdoll. He had even spanked Jaejoong hard a couple of times and then removed the condom and come inside his lover's unconscious body. Fuck that had been hot. He had had to clean the lying prude up afterwards but it was worth it. Maybe Jaejoong had suspected some because he absolutely refused any further experiments.
That same Jaejoong who apparently loved some random guy barebacking him.
Yunho had had to catch his flight back from the States right after reading that last message so he hadn't read Jaejoong's reply yet. By now surely there would be something. Yunho typed in the Facebook password he knew by heart and logged into his boyfriend's account.
His eyes bulged out at the volume of messages. He scrolled down a few times, trying to keep his temper in check and sat down on the toilet seat to read.
Ten minutes later, Yunho was livid and hard as well. Jaejoong had met Anon69 five times in the last two weeks for sex. This Anon69 obviously admired Jaejoong’s whore level ability to deep throat in seconds. ”That was…fuck no words! I cannot believe I lived so long without your cum hungry mouth around my dick and balls. Where on earth did you learn to do it so fast?” To which Jaejoong had replied “himitsu” - the word for secret in Japanese, one of the few words he knew and was fond of singsonging whenever he got the opportunity to use it.
A part of Yunho had hoped that somehow Jaejoong could be innocent but that “himitsu” was just so Jaejoong that there could be no doubts.
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Seoul, April 05
Jaejoong is feeling more and more anxious. Something is off with Yunho but he doesn’t know what. It scares him. His work as a model may be glamorous and he does spend a lot of time around gorgeous men that hit on him but he doesn't care for it and it annoys him because they just want him for his looks. Which is why he's so happy that he has Yunho and Yoochun, his boyfriend and his best friend who love him for who he is.
However, he is sure that something is happening. Jung Insatiable Yunho has avoided sex since his return from the States and Jaejoong doesn’t know why. All his attempts at seduction have failed. All his attempts at talking have been rebuffed. He knows that Yunho is secretly or not so secretly insecure about all the men around Jaejoong. He has gradually learned to accept Yoochun but he still snarls at the guy when he thinks Jaejoong can’t see.
The model sighs. Yunho seems to be the perfect loving boyfriend. He's not. Yunho has to travel constantly which means they spend a lot of time apart. Has he found someone else? Is that why he’s been so cold and distant?
Jaejoong shakes his head as soon as the idea crosses his mind. He knows that there are rumours. He’s a model and Yunho is a business man constantly travelling. Basically no one believes that they are both faithful. Hell, no one believed they would last more than a short fling.
It still hurts somewhat that Yoochun tried to get him to believe that Yunho had cheated. Jaejoong decided to trust Yunho and as far as he's concerned that's water under the bridge. Just a nasty rumour. Besides, he has accompanied Yunho to some of his business travels and has met the famous Changmin. Not the model like rumoured beauty but a balding middle aged man. He and Yunho had quite the laugh over that.
So what is happening? Could it be a rumour about me? But he would never believe those any more than I would. Right?
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Seoul, April 08
Yunho never confronts Jae about those online conversations. He just reads them and burns in anger that some other man is touching his property like that. Ever since his return from travelling he has been pretending to be too tired and stressed. He only gives Jaejoong a few kisses on the lips, not even proper ones. What is even more annoying is that although the model tries to find out if something is going on - behaving like his usual perfect self; in the meantime the secret conversations become more and more explicit. At this point Yunho even dreams of killing Jaejoong. Beating or fucking him to death. Something like that. As long as it hurts. He's becoming that irrational. He's only stalling to try and find out who Anon69 might be.
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Seoul, April 09
Yoochun arrives at the restaurant and walks to the usual table where Jaejoong is waiting for him. His smile falters a little when he notices Yunho has joined them tonight. The greetings they exchange are stilted. Jaejoong is distracted looking over the menu which means the two men don’t even bother hiding their mutual animosity.
Throughout the dinner there is a silent battle of wills to which Jaejoong remains oblivious, chatting happily about his next shoot. He’s anxious to work with the new team and points everyone to Yoochun and Yunho on Facebook.
Yunho obliges Jaejoong and looks at one of the new models with whom his boyfriend is going to work. He tries to control his features when the image on the screen is not of some metrosexual or androgynous pretty thing but that of a tall muscular man. More a sports professional than a model. The face and body are delicious, begging to be worshiped. The kind of man that attracts women and men alike. Yunho wouldn’t mind a taste.
Yoochun ostensibly puts his arms over Jaejoong to steal a peak and smirks.
“Ohhh, I heard about that one. Looks as straight as a ruler but is beyond gay. Jae, you’ll need to hide from him. He has a reputation of preying on anything pretty.”
“I know. I’ve met him on the runway before but this is the first time we’ll work together on a shoot. He’s an incorrigible flirt. I quite like him. This shoot is going to be fun.”
…
Back at home, Yunho studies Jaejoong’s relaxed features as they prepare for bed. He wonders and wonders. We spent the entire dinner battling over who touched him more. How the hell can Jaejoong not notice that? By the end we were nearly groping him in public. If I hadn’t had proof beyond a doubt over these two years that Yoochun is just a friend, not matter how much skinship he seeks, I would have sent his skinny ass to the hospital for constantly touching Jaejoong. His skinny ass and Jaejoong’s too. Damn arsehole. Always trying to get on my nerves.
Yunho breathes deeply to calm himself.
I still hate how he almost managed to make Jaejoong catch me with Changmin. Good thing I could send him away in time and have some other guy pose as my work colleague. I bet Yoochun - or Chunnieeeee - hated that. No way will Jaejoong listen to anything against me ever again.
Now, about this shoot and Anon69…
“Jae, you want a lift tomorrow instead of taking a taxi?”
“Oh, you would?”
Jaejoong beamed at his boyfriend and melted into him. This time his kiss and hug were returned and the model felt even happier. Trying to hide his shyness, he looked up at Yunho from under his lashes and attempted a coy look, gently trying to pull Yunho to bed.
“You go and rest. I still need to go over some contracts.”
Yunho internally smirked at Jaejoong’s hurt and disappointed face. If he didn’t know the lying whore was cheating on him he would be head over clouds at how much the man seemed to love him.
That illusion was once again shattered as soon as Yunho started to read the more recent conversations. As he suspected, the slut was going to meet for sex at the shoot.
“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum tomorrow. I’m going to stretch your greedy cunt until it won’t close again. Then I’ll fuck you silly and drain you of your own cum. When you think you can’t take any more I have new toys for you to try out.” - Anon69
“What toys? Oh, God. I think I still feel the last one you used. It left me so loose and open for you. Will you fist me again?” - Jayrocks
“Maybe… How good will you suck me?”- Anon69
Yunho read the entire long chat with his hand on his cock. He finally came at a detailed and dirty description of all that Anon69 was going to do to Jaejoong. Shamelessly, Yunho was able to forget his burning jealousy and indulged himself picturing he was the one who would fuck Jaejoong in all those deliciously twisted ways. Some of those things not even Changmin would never agree to. Hell, some of that stuff he hadn’t ever considered doing. Damn, and I always thought I’m a sex machine.
As he got into bed next to a sleeping Jaejoong, Yunho happily contemplated how he was going to catch the slutty bitch the next day. And make him pay.
…
Junsu moaned in ecstasy. His body was limp, he had no strength left to control it. He felt like some rag doll. Yoochun’s rag doll. Another hard pump had his face scratching against the carpet. Then another. And another. He started to whimper as Yoochun pumped his cock in and out of him with merciless strength.
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Seoul, April 10
Jaejoong is totally stressing out. He’s late for his shoot, he should already be half way to the location. Damn it, I’ll never be able to avoid the Friday evening traffic now. Whose idea was it to schedule a shoot for Friday’s rush hour? Oh, Lord, where is Yunho?
“Jae, baby, are you ready?”
“Yunnie, thank heavens! We’re late already!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you there in time.”
Inside the car, Yunho studied his boyfriend’s profile. The man was breathtakingly exquisite. He was no doubt the perfect crown jewel. Not only the face and body to make Yunho the envy of everyone but also an easy going disposition that endeared the model to anyone. Yunho was well aware that some business deals struck at social events were due to Jaejoong’s presence on his arm.
The beautiful man had always made it hard for Yunho not to beam at him. One could not blame him for enjoying how much Jaejoong spoiled and dotted on him.
In fact, there was little that he was unsatisfied about with their relationship. He had long resigned to endure Yoochun occasionally and as for the lack of variety in the bedroom department, well… Changmin more than made up for it. It was rather welcome how many times he had to travel to New York because that way he could engage in all the sex he wanted and how he wanted it.
But he could not forgive this betrayal. Jaejoong was going to pay. He’d drop him off and then return to catch him in the act. It would not be difficult, after all, he had all the details of the illicit encounter.
…
Yoochun woke up and lazily stretched his tired body. He felt happy and well satisfied, but then again a night of sex with Junsu always left him like that. Actually, much more than just a night. The day was almost over and it had been only a few hours ago that Junsu had somehow managed to drag himself away. Yoochun sometimes had to wonder how the man could still walk after some of their more vigorous and intense sex.
He checked the time. Friday’s night live was about to begin. He wondered if he should go out but shrugged in the end. Jaejoong was probably at his shoot by now and Junsu would be too tired. No point in going alone. Clubbing alone was boring.
Yoochun curled up on his sofa and turned the tv on with a glass of whisky to keep him company.
…
Yunho is cursing his rotten luck.
Friday night traffic. Some damn bloody accident. Highway closed. Too many cars behind, no exit for miles. They are stuck. They have to sit in the car and wait. Only God knows for how long.
To top things up it starts to rain hard, thunder and everything and it gets dark. Yunho curses again. He looks at his watch. One hour lost already. The radio continues to inform that somewhere ahead the police is still dealing with the accident.
…
Jaejoong wakes up with a crick on his neck. He blinks trying to get his bearings. To his surprise he finds himself still in the car, stuck in frozen traffic.
“What happened?”
“Accident.”
“Oh.”
Still blinking, Jaejoong grabs his phone to inform he won’t make it to the shoot. He is relieved to find he’s not the only one stuck in traffic and that the shoot was rescheduled. But that doesn’t change that they are still stuck until the cars can move again. With a sigh the model changes the radio station in search of a catchy tune.
Yunho slaps his hand. Hard.
“Ouch!”
Jaejoong stares at Yunho with a shocked surprised face. The business man continues staring straight ahead. Outside, it is night already and nothing can be seen under the heavy rain. Actually, they can’t even make out the cars around them or hear anything due to the storm. The silence stretches on, barely disguised by a pop song on the radio.
…
“Yunnie…?”
“Shut up!”
“Look… calm down. I’m sure we’ll be moving again soon. Ah… Let me put the traffic radio back on. Great, an update. Listen.”
The voice on the radio drones on how the road will remain closed.
Jaejoong sighs defeated. He feels uneasy. Yunho is acting too strange. His hand is still smarting from the unexpected hard slap. It was totally uncalled for and at odds with Yunho’s usual loving self. Unless one counts his recent behaviour since his return from the States. Jaejoong glanced sideways at his boyfriend. The spacious luxury car was starting to feel small and cramped for some unknown reason.
…
Time moves slowly. Unnerved, Jaejoong tries to talk to Yunho again. Yunho just grows angrier and colder, making a point of not even looking at the man beside him and uttering not a single syllable. The atmosphere is such that Jae goes to the backseat with the whispered excuse of trying to sleep, unsure of what is happening with Yunho. Time ticks away as Jaejoong lays down on the back, silently watching Yunho’s immovable profile.
The nearly forgotten radio informs that the police is clearing the accident and that the roads will maybe be open in about an hour or two.
Jaejoong decides to try to talk with his boyfriend again and find out what's wrong. He only succeeds in saying the man’s name before he’s startled to see Yunho jump as if electrified. Finally, Yunho turns to the model and yells at him.
“Are you still intent on keeping this charade up? Do you like playing the perfect boyfriend so much? Does it amuse you or something?”
Ignoring the appalled expression on Jaejoong’s face, Yunho glares at him. When no answer comes, his temper flares up.
“You lying whore! Are you bored cause you’re not being fucked yet?”
Yunho grabs the man’s phone, inserts the password and goes to the last conversation with Anon69, reading one of the sentences out loud.
“Want you inside me. Fuck me until you tear me to pieces.” - Jayrocks
“Why don’t I do that to you instead of your pimp, huh? What? My cock not big enough or something? If I never tore you to pieces is only cause you never let me. Always playing the virgin prude with me when you’re going bareback with some guy..”
Jaejoong shrinks in the backseat, pulling his knees up to his chest. His eyes are glued on Yunho while his mind fails to understand the accusations and just screams that this can’t be his boyfriend.
“Himitsu, huh? Such a nice secret. Such a nice cunt. But I guess I can’t blame this guy. You really are a delicious tight little thing, aren’t you? Just listen how much he praises you.”
“I’m going to cum on your mouth and face. Have my cock hit the back of your throat until you gag and cry for more. Oh, you’re so good at taking me in. I swear you could almost take my balls at the same time. Going to cum again and again. Smear my cum all over you. Cover you in my taste and smell and then send you to go and take your model like pictures.” - Anon69
“How come you never swallow me, huh? Seems you’re an expert, you bitch.”
Yunho leans into the back of the car forcing Jaejoong to shrink himself even more. He starts to read out loud more pieces of the Facebook’s conversations choosing them for shock factor. The model can’t believe his ears as Yunho’s angry voice cuts through him with accusations and insults in between reading some deranged sex talk. Detailed sex talk. Rough sex. The kind that leaves bruises behind.
…
Jaejoong remains silent and with wide eyes glued on his enraged boyfriend. The model’s lack of reaction makes Yunho finally lose it. He attacks Jae, trying to undress him so he can confront his cheating boyfriend about the marks he’s sure he’s going to find. The model screams in terror.
“No! Stop! Help! Yunho, help me!”
It may be unconscious and rather insane but Jaejoong actually screams for Yunho to help him against… Yunho. In his mind this man trying to tear his clothes off him is not his boyfriend, it can’t be. So he cries and calls out for Yunho to help him. Someone. Anyone.
But the storm rages on and increases in volume drowning out his panicked screams.
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Part 2/2,