Low-Life, High-strung (9/?)
Title: Low-life, High-strung (9/12)
Pairing: Everyone/Jaejoong
Length: 2,459w (22,828 total)
Summary: Jaejoong, a successful internet porn star, returns to his estranged family after the death of his mother leaves some loose ends.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8
L O W - L I F E , H I G H - S T R U N G
9.
Jaejoong was shaken awake before it was light out. He blinked, confused, and tried to remember the events before sleeping. He was getting high in his hotel room, and he went down to the lobby and then...
A black silhouette stood next to the bed, backlit by the grey dawn coming in through the window. It took Jaejoong a moment to sift through the fog of his head and realize that it wasn't Changmin standing over him, asking him for breakfast.
"Yunho?"
Yunho held a finger over Jaejoong's lips. "'Oscitant', right?"
The fog disipated. Jaejoong nodded and said, "Ye--"
He didn't have a chance to get the word out. Yunho yanked back the covers and grabbed Jaejoong by the wrists, pulling him to his feet. He held his hands over his head and turned Jaejoong in a slow circle. Jaejoong shivered at Yunho's breath in his ear, eddies of pins and needles chasing down his spine.
"You're stunning," Yunho whispered, "for a whore."
Jaejoong finished the turn, coming to a stop facing Yunho's chest. He was pulled close, and Jaejoong felt painfully exposed with his bare skin pressed against the stiff cotton of Yunho's shirt. He shivered as Yunho's hand slid down his back and between the cleft of his ass, middle finger sliding over Jae's hole and pressing, not sliding in, just a soft pressure against the ring of muscle.
Jaejoong moaned and arched into the touch.
"You like that?" Yunho's breath was hot on Jaejoong's neck.
Jaejoong closed his eyes. He was such a slut; he couldn't help moving his hips, trying to push Yunho's finger in a little further. He rocked on the balls of his feet and let his answer come out as a muffled sigh.
"A little too much," Yunho chuckled. He slapped Jaejoong's ass, a quick tap for colour. "Come on," he said. "Over my knee."
Blood rushed to Jaejoong's cock at the thought of it. Yunho sat on the edge of the bed and guided Jaejoong to lie across his lap, his toes curling against the headboard, fingers gripping the duvet at the end of the bed.
Yunho spit between his ass cheeks. He pressed the pad of his thumb over Jaejoong's hole, slicking it up, and slipped in past the first knuckle. Jaejoong moaned. He wanted to cover his face, but there was nothing beneath his head but the floor.
"Will I have to beat those tears out of you," Yunho wondered, "or is there something to be said for humiliation as well?"
Jaejoong whimpered.
He never did humiliation scenes on film; it struck a little too close to home for it to be caught on camera. He wiggled his hips to try to brush his erection against Yunho's leg, and silently thanked Yunho for having exceptional instincts. The light slaps on his skin, the thumb slowly twisting inside of him, and Yunho's low, patronizing voice -- it stirred a sense of pure shame.
He deserved every humiliation he got. He'd promised Junsu that there would be nobody else, but he was a slut, a dirty whore, a hole to fuck for anyone that expressed an interest. He wasn't good enough for Junsu anymore.
"Pay attention, Jaejoong."
Yunho dropped one knee, and Jaejoong barely caught himself from faceplanting onto the carpet. He was bent in half, weight resting on his forearms, ass presented perfectly for Yunho to play with. Yunho spit, missed his target, and spit again. He added another finger and scissored his index and thumb. Jaejoong could feel the saliva dripping between his thighs.
"Didn't happen to pack a cock ring, did you?" Yunho asked.
"Uh." Jaejoong couldn't remember. The fingers stretching his hole didn't help. "I don't... I don't think so."
"I'm disappointed," Yunho said. "A slut like you should always come prepared. It's a good thing I don't mind improvising."
Jaejoong grunted. Every shift of his hips pushed Yunho's fingers further in, and his cock, already hard, rubbed in the bend of Yunho's knee. He caught himself drooling -- fucking pig, what would Junsu think? -- and quickly closed his mouth.
Yunho withdrew his fingers. Jaejoong sighed at the loss of sensation, but it caught in his throat as Yunho pushed him to the floor. Jaejoong fell in a tangle of limbs and quickly scrambled to his knees.
"My sweater is on the chair by the door," Yunho said. "Bring it here."
Jaejoong stood up to comply, but Yunho yanked him back by his arm and slapped him hard, a shock of pain flashing across his cheek. "On your knees, slut. Like a dog."
With a whimper, Jaejoong dropped to all fours. He could feel Yunho's eyes burning into him as he crawled across the room. He picked the sweater up with his mouth. Yunho chuckled, amused.
It was clumsy coming back with the sweater. The sleeves trailed underneath his knees, but Jaejoong moved slowly, careful not to trip up. When he got to Yunho's feet, he sat back on his haunches and dropped the sweater. Yunho tilted his chin up and kissed him. "What a good puppy," he said, smirking. He picked the sweater up, and Jaejoong finally understood the point: Yunho pulled the drawstring from the hood, and gestured for Jaejoong to stand.
Jaejoong was half-hard, and his cock twitched at the warmth of Yunho's breath. Yunho kissed the tip, and then mouthed his cock, giving it a cursory suck, just enough to make Jaejoong hard and aching. Jaejoong couldn't help the quiet sigh of frustration when Yunho pulled his lips away. Yunho looped the drawstring around Jaejoong's cock, pulling it snug and tying a bow.
"Much better," Yunho said. He flicked the head of Jaejoong's cock, and Jaejoong breathed in sharply. "Back over my knee now."
Jaejoong hesitated a moment too long. Yunho landed a sharp smack on the back of his thigh, and Jaejoong jumped to action. He bent over Yunho's knee, planting his hands and feet on the floor. He held his breath as Yunho's dry fingers once again probed at his hole, pushing into him with a dull ache. His cock bumped against Yunho's leg, now painfully hard.
He groaned as Yunho landed another smack, and then another, and another. He wasn't hitting hard enough to bring real pain, but the sting lingered and warmed Jaejoong's skin, making him squirm. Yunho began working his fingers in and out, crooking them upwards to rub over the prostate. Jaejoong's elbows shook.
"Please," he whispered. He bucked his hips. Yunho held him still with a hand on the flat of his back.
"Please what?"
Jaejoong shouted out. Yunho was twisting his fingers, stretching his hole. "Please," Jaejoong groaned. "Fuck, I need more."
"You think I'm gonna let you cum so soon?" Yunho laughed. "That's a funny thought."
He reached between Jaejoong's legs and squeezed his cock, firm at the base, loosening his hold as he stroked up to the top. Jaejoong shuddered and whined. The need to cum was insistent, low in his belly, a constant pressure. He bit back the urge to beg. Yunho licked his fingers and touched them to the head of Jaejoong's cock, running his thumb around the flared head. Jaejoong twitched and gasped for air.
"Do you want it that bad?" Yunho asked.
"Yes, oh god, yes, please." Jaejoong started thrusting into Yunho's hand. The pressure built, receded, and then mounted again. Yunho moved his hand faster, and Jaejoong shouted as a dry orgasm shuddered through him; it did nothing to relieve the pressure. Jaejoong was still rock hard, close to tears. He was burning with shame; Yunho hadn't hurt him, had barely touched him hard, and he could already feel tears prickling at his eyes.
"God, you're hot," Yunho whispered. "Get down. I wanna see your face."
Jaejoong climbed off of Yunho's lap, kneeling between his legs. Yunho touched his face. He traced his thumb along Jaejoong's jaw, and hooked it on his lip, pulling it down to show teeth.
"Wanna suck my cock?"
Jaejoong nodded.
"Pardon?"
"Please." Jaejoong lowered his head. He couldn't look Yunho in the eye. "Please, let me suck your cock."
Yunho parted his knees. "Undress me with your teeth, slut. I've seen you do it before."
Jaejoong leaned forward, mouthing the button on Yunho's fly. Holding it against his lower lip, he used his teeth to work it free. The zipper eased down halfway just from the pressure of Yunho's cock straining against it. He nudged the trousers open, and carefully peeled the waistband of Yunho's briefs down.
Yunho's cock stood erect, pointing up towards his belly. He grabbed it at the base and tilted it down, poking at Jaejoong's mouth.
"I don't know if you deserve to suck it," Yunho said. He tapped the head of his cock against Jaejoong's cheek. "You've got a bit of a dirty mouth."
Jaejoong couldn't argue. Yunho stood up, kicked off his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt. He walked naked to the bathroom, expecting Jaejoong to follow. He did, on his hands and knees, gasping at every movement of his hypersensitive erection.
Yunho was standing in front of the shower stall. He gestured for Jaejoong to get in. Jaejoong hesitated.
"I can wash your mouth out right there," Yunho said, shrugging, "but you're cleaning up the floor with your tongue after."
Jaejoong crawled to the shower. The tiles pressed against his legs, and he could feel every groove imprinting itself on his skin. He was breathing shallow, inhaling in short hiccups. Yunho touched his face. "You don't mind, do you?"
"I want it," Jaejoong said.
Yunho smirked. "Open wide."
Jaejoong flinched at the first splash of warmth against his face. He blinked the piss from his eyelashes and opened his mouth, welcoming it into his mouth. It didn't taste like anything, as easy as drinking water. It came too fast for him to drink it all, and the excess dribbled over his chin and shoulders, splashing down to the tiles below.
"Touch yourself," Yunho ordered.
Jaejoong gasped when he complied. His cock was painful to touch, so aching, so hard. It was sheer agony. Dripping with piss, fisting his cock in his hand, so close, but miles away from orgasm, Jaejoong gave in to the tears that had been burning behind his eyelids.
He was filthy. He was a slut, a low-life; he'd never deserved his brother's love in the first place, and he had to ruin it, the way he ruined everything. Jaejoong gave a hard tug on his cock, and screamed at the pain of it, at the shame that crawled over his skin for enjoying this. He sobbed.
"Fuck," Yunho whispered. He shook the last of the piss from his cock, and then fisted it, jacking himself back to full hardness. "You are one hot mess," he said.
Jaejoong could barely stand to touch his cock. He was whimpering, gasping, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"I think you'll choke if I fuck your face now," Yunho said. He frowned. "Turn around. Let me fuck you while you cum."
Jaejoong let go of his cock with a sigh of frustration. He got onto his elbows and knees, arching his back. Yunho kneeled behind him and nudged his knees further apart. He slicked his cock up with spit, but when he pressed in, Jaejoong still felt the burn of dry skin-on-skin. He made a sound, half-moan, half-sob.
"You can take it off," Yunho said.
Jaejoong struggled to untie the bow, and once it loosened he whimpered. His cock was too sensitive to touch. Yunho thrust into him hard and fast, and Jaejoong had to brace himself with both arms, his hands splayed on the wall to keep from falling forward. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the sensation of Yunho's cock brushing against his prostate, making him shudder and twitch.
He cried out, hoarse, when Yunho reached around to pull on his cock. It took three strokes before Jaejoong was cumming, screaming, all of his muscles going tense. He couldn't remember the last time he came so hard. His shoulders kept shaking long after his orgasm was over. He couldn't stop crying.
Yunho groaned and came a moment later, rocking his hips slow and deep. Jaejoong felt his cum dripping out when he pulled away.
Yunho stood up. "You okay?"
Jaejoong gasped for breath. "Give me," another shaky inhale, "a minute."
Yunho nodded. He dropped the toilet lid and sat down, waiting for Jaejoong to regain his composure.
Jaejoong turned the taps, starting the shower, not caring that he got water all over the floor. He rinsed the sweat, cum, and piss off his skin, letting the water run a little too hot. He cried again. Junsu would be disappointed if he could see him now. He'd be hurt.
The tears tapered off after a few minutes. Yunho was waiting with a towel when he turned off the shower.
"Can I give you a hug?" He asked.
Jaejoong nodded. "Yes, please."
Yunho kneeled on the floor and gathered Jaejoong into his arms. He planted a kiss on the top of his head. "Whatever happened to you, I'm sorry for it."
Jaejoong squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm not."
~
Junsu pivoted on his heels, holding his arms wide. "Does it look okay?"
"Looks fine," Yoochun said. He straightened Junsu's tie, and smoothed down his jacket. "Very professional."
Junsu frowned. He turned to look in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair to tousle it. "I don't want to look professional," he complained. "I want to look hot. Should I wear a tie? Is that too formal?"
Yoochun laughed. "You're meeting up with lawyers, Su. I don't think they care if you look hot."
Junsu pouted. He loosened his tie, thought about it, tightened it again. He went back to his closet and pulled out a different jacket.
"Is one of the lawyers hot?" Yoochun wondered. "Is that why?"
Junsu looked like he'd swallowed a lemon. It was a look of pure disgust. "One of the lawyers from J&J gave his number to Jaejoong," he said.
"Planning to steal him away?" Yoochun pulled the jacket out of Junsu's hands and put it back in the closet. "That man is blind if he can't see how fuckable you are."
Junsu pressed his lips together, half a smile. "He must be."
He gave himself one last look in the mirror, and nodded at his reflection. Yoochun swallowed the surge of jealousy at the thought of Junsu dressing up for someone, and instead ran his fingers through his hair, making it look messier.
"You look sexy like that," he said. "I don't know how anyone could turn you down."
Junsu grinned. "Good. Then I'm ready to go."
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Pairing: Everyone/Jaejoong
Length: 2,459w (22,828 total)
Summary: Jaejoong, a successful internet porn star, returns to his estranged family after the death of his mother leaves some loose ends.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8
L O W - L I F E , H I G H - S T R U N G
9.
Jaejoong was shaken awake before it was light out. He blinked, confused, and tried to remember the events before sleeping. He was getting high in his hotel room, and he went down to the lobby and then...
A black silhouette stood next to the bed, backlit by the grey dawn coming in through the window. It took Jaejoong a moment to sift through the fog of his head and realize that it wasn't Changmin standing over him, asking him for breakfast.
"Yunho?"
Yunho held a finger over Jaejoong's lips. "'Oscitant', right?"
The fog disipated. Jaejoong nodded and said, "Ye--"
He didn't have a chance to get the word out. Yunho yanked back the covers and grabbed Jaejoong by the wrists, pulling him to his feet. He held his hands over his head and turned Jaejoong in a slow circle. Jaejoong shivered at Yunho's breath in his ear, eddies of pins and needles chasing down his spine.
"You're stunning," Yunho whispered, "for a whore."
Jaejoong finished the turn, coming to a stop facing Yunho's chest. He was pulled close, and Jaejoong felt painfully exposed with his bare skin pressed against the stiff cotton of Yunho's shirt. He shivered as Yunho's hand slid down his back and between the cleft of his ass, middle finger sliding over Jae's hole and pressing, not sliding in, just a soft pressure against the ring of muscle.
Jaejoong moaned and arched into the touch.
"You like that?" Yunho's breath was hot on Jaejoong's neck.
Jaejoong closed his eyes. He was such a slut; he couldn't help moving his hips, trying to push Yunho's finger in a little further. He rocked on the balls of his feet and let his answer come out as a muffled sigh.
"A little too much," Yunho chuckled. He slapped Jaejoong's ass, a quick tap for colour. "Come on," he said. "Over my knee."
Blood rushed to Jaejoong's cock at the thought of it. Yunho sat on the edge of the bed and guided Jaejoong to lie across his lap, his toes curling against the headboard, fingers gripping the duvet at the end of the bed.
Yunho spit between his ass cheeks. He pressed the pad of his thumb over Jaejoong's hole, slicking it up, and slipped in past the first knuckle. Jaejoong moaned. He wanted to cover his face, but there was nothing beneath his head but the floor.
"Will I have to beat those tears out of you," Yunho wondered, "or is there something to be said for humiliation as well?"
Jaejoong whimpered.
He never did humiliation scenes on film; it struck a little too close to home for it to be caught on camera. He wiggled his hips to try to brush his erection against Yunho's leg, and silently thanked Yunho for having exceptional instincts. The light slaps on his skin, the thumb slowly twisting inside of him, and Yunho's low, patronizing voice -- it stirred a sense of pure shame.
He deserved every humiliation he got. He'd promised Junsu that there would be nobody else, but he was a slut, a dirty whore, a hole to fuck for anyone that expressed an interest. He wasn't good enough for Junsu anymore.
"Pay attention, Jaejoong."
Yunho dropped one knee, and Jaejoong barely caught himself from faceplanting onto the carpet. He was bent in half, weight resting on his forearms, ass presented perfectly for Yunho to play with. Yunho spit, missed his target, and spit again. He added another finger and scissored his index and thumb. Jaejoong could feel the saliva dripping between his thighs.
"Didn't happen to pack a cock ring, did you?" Yunho asked.
"Uh." Jaejoong couldn't remember. The fingers stretching his hole didn't help. "I don't... I don't think so."
"I'm disappointed," Yunho said. "A slut like you should always come prepared. It's a good thing I don't mind improvising."
Jaejoong grunted. Every shift of his hips pushed Yunho's fingers further in, and his cock, already hard, rubbed in the bend of Yunho's knee. He caught himself drooling -- fucking pig, what would Junsu think? -- and quickly closed his mouth.
Yunho withdrew his fingers. Jaejoong sighed at the loss of sensation, but it caught in his throat as Yunho pushed him to the floor. Jaejoong fell in a tangle of limbs and quickly scrambled to his knees.
"My sweater is on the chair by the door," Yunho said. "Bring it here."
Jaejoong stood up to comply, but Yunho yanked him back by his arm and slapped him hard, a shock of pain flashing across his cheek. "On your knees, slut. Like a dog."
With a whimper, Jaejoong dropped to all fours. He could feel Yunho's eyes burning into him as he crawled across the room. He picked the sweater up with his mouth. Yunho chuckled, amused.
It was clumsy coming back with the sweater. The sleeves trailed underneath his knees, but Jaejoong moved slowly, careful not to trip up. When he got to Yunho's feet, he sat back on his haunches and dropped the sweater. Yunho tilted his chin up and kissed him. "What a good puppy," he said, smirking. He picked the sweater up, and Jaejoong finally understood the point: Yunho pulled the drawstring from the hood, and gestured for Jaejoong to stand.
Jaejoong was half-hard, and his cock twitched at the warmth of Yunho's breath. Yunho kissed the tip, and then mouthed his cock, giving it a cursory suck, just enough to make Jaejoong hard and aching. Jaejoong couldn't help the quiet sigh of frustration when Yunho pulled his lips away. Yunho looped the drawstring around Jaejoong's cock, pulling it snug and tying a bow.
"Much better," Yunho said. He flicked the head of Jaejoong's cock, and Jaejoong breathed in sharply. "Back over my knee now."
Jaejoong hesitated a moment too long. Yunho landed a sharp smack on the back of his thigh, and Jaejoong jumped to action. He bent over Yunho's knee, planting his hands and feet on the floor. He held his breath as Yunho's dry fingers once again probed at his hole, pushing into him with a dull ache. His cock bumped against Yunho's leg, now painfully hard.
He groaned as Yunho landed another smack, and then another, and another. He wasn't hitting hard enough to bring real pain, but the sting lingered and warmed Jaejoong's skin, making him squirm. Yunho began working his fingers in and out, crooking them upwards to rub over the prostate. Jaejoong's elbows shook.
"Please," he whispered. He bucked his hips. Yunho held him still with a hand on the flat of his back.
"Please what?"
Jaejoong shouted out. Yunho was twisting his fingers, stretching his hole. "Please," Jaejoong groaned. "Fuck, I need more."
"You think I'm gonna let you cum so soon?" Yunho laughed. "That's a funny thought."
He reached between Jaejoong's legs and squeezed his cock, firm at the base, loosening his hold as he stroked up to the top. Jaejoong shuddered and whined. The need to cum was insistent, low in his belly, a constant pressure. He bit back the urge to beg. Yunho licked his fingers and touched them to the head of Jaejoong's cock, running his thumb around the flared head. Jaejoong twitched and gasped for air.
"Do you want it that bad?" Yunho asked.
"Yes, oh god, yes, please." Jaejoong started thrusting into Yunho's hand. The pressure built, receded, and then mounted again. Yunho moved his hand faster, and Jaejoong shouted as a dry orgasm shuddered through him; it did nothing to relieve the pressure. Jaejoong was still rock hard, close to tears. He was burning with shame; Yunho hadn't hurt him, had barely touched him hard, and he could already feel tears prickling at his eyes.
"God, you're hot," Yunho whispered. "Get down. I wanna see your face."
Jaejoong climbed off of Yunho's lap, kneeling between his legs. Yunho touched his face. He traced his thumb along Jaejoong's jaw, and hooked it on his lip, pulling it down to show teeth.
"Wanna suck my cock?"
Jaejoong nodded.
"Pardon?"
"Please." Jaejoong lowered his head. He couldn't look Yunho in the eye. "Please, let me suck your cock."
Yunho parted his knees. "Undress me with your teeth, slut. I've seen you do it before."
Jaejoong leaned forward, mouthing the button on Yunho's fly. Holding it against his lower lip, he used his teeth to work it free. The zipper eased down halfway just from the pressure of Yunho's cock straining against it. He nudged the trousers open, and carefully peeled the waistband of Yunho's briefs down.
Yunho's cock stood erect, pointing up towards his belly. He grabbed it at the base and tilted it down, poking at Jaejoong's mouth.
"I don't know if you deserve to suck it," Yunho said. He tapped the head of his cock against Jaejoong's cheek. "You've got a bit of a dirty mouth."
Jaejoong couldn't argue. Yunho stood up, kicked off his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt. He walked naked to the bathroom, expecting Jaejoong to follow. He did, on his hands and knees, gasping at every movement of his hypersensitive erection.
Yunho was standing in front of the shower stall. He gestured for Jaejoong to get in. Jaejoong hesitated.
"I can wash your mouth out right there," Yunho said, shrugging, "but you're cleaning up the floor with your tongue after."
Jaejoong crawled to the shower. The tiles pressed against his legs, and he could feel every groove imprinting itself on his skin. He was breathing shallow, inhaling in short hiccups. Yunho touched his face. "You don't mind, do you?"
"I want it," Jaejoong said.
Yunho smirked. "Open wide."
Jaejoong flinched at the first splash of warmth against his face. He blinked the piss from his eyelashes and opened his mouth, welcoming it into his mouth. It didn't taste like anything, as easy as drinking water. It came too fast for him to drink it all, and the excess dribbled over his chin and shoulders, splashing down to the tiles below.
"Touch yourself," Yunho ordered.
Jaejoong gasped when he complied. His cock was painful to touch, so aching, so hard. It was sheer agony. Dripping with piss, fisting his cock in his hand, so close, but miles away from orgasm, Jaejoong gave in to the tears that had been burning behind his eyelids.
He was filthy. He was a slut, a low-life; he'd never deserved his brother's love in the first place, and he had to ruin it, the way he ruined everything. Jaejoong gave a hard tug on his cock, and screamed at the pain of it, at the shame that crawled over his skin for enjoying this. He sobbed.
"Fuck," Yunho whispered. He shook the last of the piss from his cock, and then fisted it, jacking himself back to full hardness. "You are one hot mess," he said.
Jaejoong could barely stand to touch his cock. He was whimpering, gasping, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"I think you'll choke if I fuck your face now," Yunho said. He frowned. "Turn around. Let me fuck you while you cum."
Jaejoong let go of his cock with a sigh of frustration. He got onto his elbows and knees, arching his back. Yunho kneeled behind him and nudged his knees further apart. He slicked his cock up with spit, but when he pressed in, Jaejoong still felt the burn of dry skin-on-skin. He made a sound, half-moan, half-sob.
"You can take it off," Yunho said.
Jaejoong struggled to untie the bow, and once it loosened he whimpered. His cock was too sensitive to touch. Yunho thrust into him hard and fast, and Jaejoong had to brace himself with both arms, his hands splayed on the wall to keep from falling forward. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the sensation of Yunho's cock brushing against his prostate, making him shudder and twitch.
He cried out, hoarse, when Yunho reached around to pull on his cock. It took three strokes before Jaejoong was cumming, screaming, all of his muscles going tense. He couldn't remember the last time he came so hard. His shoulders kept shaking long after his orgasm was over. He couldn't stop crying.
Yunho groaned and came a moment later, rocking his hips slow and deep. Jaejoong felt his cum dripping out when he pulled away.
Yunho stood up. "You okay?"
Jaejoong gasped for breath. "Give me," another shaky inhale, "a minute."
Yunho nodded. He dropped the toilet lid and sat down, waiting for Jaejoong to regain his composure.
Jaejoong turned the taps, starting the shower, not caring that he got water all over the floor. He rinsed the sweat, cum, and piss off his skin, letting the water run a little too hot. He cried again. Junsu would be disappointed if he could see him now. He'd be hurt.
The tears tapered off after a few minutes. Yunho was waiting with a towel when he turned off the shower.
"Can I give you a hug?" He asked.
Jaejoong nodded. "Yes, please."
Yunho kneeled on the floor and gathered Jaejoong into his arms. He planted a kiss on the top of his head. "Whatever happened to you, I'm sorry for it."
Jaejoong squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm not."
~
Junsu pivoted on his heels, holding his arms wide. "Does it look okay?"
"Looks fine," Yoochun said. He straightened Junsu's tie, and smoothed down his jacket. "Very professional."
Junsu frowned. He turned to look in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair to tousle it. "I don't want to look professional," he complained. "I want to look hot. Should I wear a tie? Is that too formal?"
Yoochun laughed. "You're meeting up with lawyers, Su. I don't think they care if you look hot."
Junsu pouted. He loosened his tie, thought about it, tightened it again. He went back to his closet and pulled out a different jacket.
"Is one of the lawyers hot?" Yoochun wondered. "Is that why?"
Junsu looked like he'd swallowed a lemon. It was a look of pure disgust. "One of the lawyers from J&J gave his number to Jaejoong," he said.
"Planning to steal him away?" Yoochun pulled the jacket out of Junsu's hands and put it back in the closet. "That man is blind if he can't see how fuckable you are."
Junsu pressed his lips together, half a smile. "He must be."
He gave himself one last look in the mirror, and nodded at his reflection. Yoochun swallowed the surge of jealousy at the thought of Junsu dressing up for someone, and instead ran his fingers through his hair, making it look messier.
"You look sexy like that," he said. "I don't know how anyone could turn you down."
Junsu grinned. "Good. Then I'm ready to go."
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