Low-life, High-strung (2/12)
Title: Low-life, High-strung (2/12)
Pairing: Everyone/Jaejoong
Length: 1,649w (2,890 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
L O W - L I F E , H I G H - S T R U N G
2.
The linen closet was stifling, airless, and that made it easier for Jaejoong to hold his breath. He curled under the lowest shelf, wedged between mothbitten blankets, listening for the sound of footsteps in the corridor. His neck was starting to ache from holding it up, so he let his forehead rest against the floorboards. The air was cooler over the floor, fed by the gap at the bottom of the door. Taking shallow breaths, Jaejoong closed his eyes and counted to pass the time.
One, two, three, four...
There was a thumping from the stairs, someone running up to the hall. Jaejoong could hear socked feet scrambling for traction, and then a louder thump as the person collided with the wall, picture frames rattling. The footsteps came closer.
Five, six, seven, eight...
Jaejoong shrunk further back into the closet, trying to silently move the contents of the shelf to hide him more completely. The blankets in the bottom of the closet were old, knitted by grandparents and great-grandparents, and smelled musty and stale. He pulled one over his head, holding his breath as the footsteps stilled in front of the closet door.
Nine, ten...
The door burst open, filling the closet with light, and the blankets were ripped away. Junsu had a smile like a sliced melon, huge, taking up half of his face with teeth. "Found you!"
~
Jaejoong rolled over in bed, groaning. He hadn't slept long enough to be hungover; he could still feel the alcohol weighing heavy in his system, making it hard to coordinate. His face felt rubbery when he touched it, and his sinuses were raw. The clock on the nightstand said 11:34. Wonderful. He was going to have fun going through airport security half-drunk with red eyes.
This was the last time he'd let Changmin convince him that it was a good idea to go out the night before a flight. They'd danced until the club closed, and then did lines on the coffee table in Jaejoong's apartment. Changmin ruminated for over an hour about the logistics of terraforming on Mars, while Jaejoong lost himself in thought and licked his numb lips to chapped; they didn't sleep until well after sunrise, and even then Jaejoong couldn't relax.
He hadn't gone home in five years.
He found Changmin on the balcony, smoking a joint in his boxer briefs, tapping the ash into a potted plant. He was down to the roach, holding it with one of Jaejoong's bobby pins, pilfered from the bathroom drawer. Jaejoong shook his head to the silent offer.
"Two weeks, huh?" Changmin said. He leaned on the railing, smoking out of the corner of his mouth. "How come you never talk about the family?"
Jaejoong shrugged.
"They know that you're a..." Changmin made a fist and poked his tongue into his cheek: cocksucker.
Laughing, Jaejoong said, "Yeah. Part of the reason we don't talk so much."
"Must be a special occasion if you're flying back for that long."
Jaejoong snatched the roach out of Changmin's hands and finished it, pocketing the bobby pin. He exhaled slowly, watched the smoke curl up into the air. "Yeah. Special."
They were silent for a moment, watching a pair of birds bickering on a rooftop. "Who's Junsu?" Changmin asked suddenly.
"Huh?"
"You were talking in your sleep," Changmin said. "You mentioned 'Junsu'."
Jaejoong frowned. "No one."
There was a tone in his voice that clearly marked the subject as over. Changmin nodded and turned around, stretching out his long legs. "You know," he said, "they're designing space suits specifically for a Martian environment. Strong enough to withstand mico-meteor showers."
"Fascinating. Speaking of showers, I need to take one."
Changmin looked over his shoulder gave a greasy smile. "Mind if I join you?"
Jaejoong shrugged. "I don't mind. Come on."
~
Changmin didn't kiss lips, not even on camera, because that was too close. Touching tongues is something you do with a lover, he said, not a friend-with-benefits, and certainly not a colleague. Jaejoong didn't share the same aversion, but he respected Changmin's quirks. Didn't question it. Changmin had never asked why Jaejoong liked to be bad-mouthed in bed, so Jaejoong didn't press the issue about kissing.
Besides, they got along perfectly fine without it.
They were naked, hot water running in rivulets down their bodies, fighting for the position under the showerhead. Changmin, being taller, had the advantage, and so Jaejoong pressed himself against the younger man, trying to get as close as possible to divert the flow of water over his skin. He sighed appreciatively when Changmin began working shampoo through his hair, massaging his scalp.
"Hyung?"
"Hm."
"I'm gonna miss you a lot in fourteen days. 'Specially your lips."
Jaejoong blinked the water from his eyelashes and looked up at Changmin's crooked smile. "I'm sorry, was that supposed to be a question? Because it sounded like it should have been one, but there was no question mark."
"Last time I call you 'hyung'," Changmin grumbled. He trailed his fingers up Jaejoong's ribs, pressing hard enough that it didn't tickle. He stopped at the shoulders, and pushed down firmly; Jaejoong took the hint and dropped to his knees. The water gushed down Changmin's torso and forked over his hipbone, splashing onto Jaejoong's arms. Changmin was half-hard already, but Jaejoong ignored it and mouthed the hair on his friend's inner thigh, following the stream of water up to his groin and hip.
"Ah, fuck," Changmin hissed, tangling his fingers in Jaejoong's hair. "C'mon, Jae. Suck my cock."
Jaejoong would have loved to tease him until the water went cold, nipping at the sensitive skin of Changmin's groin, making his knees buckle with anticipation before swallowing him down, but there was no time for that. He licked a line from Changmin's hipbone to the base of his cock.
Changmin bucked his hips impatiently and tugged on Jaejoong's hair. He let out a groan when Jaejoong leaned forward and took his whole cock into his hot mouth. He slurped as though he was drinking water off of it, hungrily lathing his tongue over every inch of skin, following the line of a vein up to the head and pursing his lips around the tip, sucking hard. He drew helixes with his tongue along the shaft. Changmin tasted like sweat and soap and errant shampoo suds. His grip on Jaejoong's hair was almost painful, guiding Jaejoong's head up and down to a steady rhythm.
"God, you're such a slut for this," Changmin groaned.
Jaejoong hummed in agreement. He trailed his tongue lower, along the seam of Changmin's testicles, drawing each one into his mouth and sucking it softly. He nipped at the sensitive skin, rolling it between his lips, and kissed his way back to the tip of Changmin's cock. He took the head into his mouth, pressing the flat of his tongue against the ridge. Changmin was moaning above him, back arching, trying to push further into Jaejoong's mouth.
"You're a fucking cockslut, Jae. Suck it in deeper. I wanna feel your throat."
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Changmin's thighs, bracing himself. He swallowed Changmin's cock, eyes closed, nose-to-navel. Jaejoong wasn't trying to be neat about it; Changmin's pubic hair was wet with more saliva than water, but he moaned when Changmin's fingers dug into his scalp, and his cock twitched.
He pulled back, panting.
"That's a good look on you," Changmin said, leaning back against the ceramic tile. He pushed his fingers into Jaejoong's mouth, hooking them in his cheek, nails scraping against his gums. "Fuck, I wish I had time to fuck you."
"Sorry," Jaejoong said, although it wasn't anyone's fault. He stood up and buried his face into the crook of Changmin's neck. "Touch me then."
Changmin grabbed Jaejoong's cock in his hand, giving it a loose-fisted pump, getting used to the way the water slid over his skin. That first touch made Jaejoong shudder and thrust against Changmin's hip, mouth falling open in a silent moan. As Changmin settled into a rhythm, Jaejoong returned the favour, fisting Changmin's cock, working it fast with a twist of his wrist.
"Gonna cum," Changmin whispered against Jaejoong's cheek. He brushed Jaejoong's hand away and took hold of himself, squeezing hard from base to tip, his thumb sliding over the head. Jaejoong pumped himself hard, trying to catch up and bring himself close to the edge. He knew how to touch himself to get him there quickly, and he gave in to the need for speed, setting a harsh pace, almost painful.
Jaejoong looked down between them, licking his lips at the sight of their hands sliding over hardened flesh, working frantically. Changmin came first, his breath catching in the back of his throat as he shot between them, his cum splattering all the way up to their collarbones. He said something, cursing probably, and hugged Jaejoong close, shuddering against him. The proximity, the feel of hot skin against skin, nearly brought Jaejoong off. He bit down on Changmin's shoulder and whimpered, jerking hard into his hand.
"Cum for me," Changmin whispered into his ear. "You're such a dirty fucking whore. Cum for me now."
Jaejoong closed his eyes as every muscle contracted, his orgasm unfurling slowly. "Ah, fuck," he groaned. "Changmin, say it again." He squeezed his fingers under the head of his cock and thrust, tipping over the edge. He cried out, vision blacking.
"Filthy slut," Changmin hissed. "You love it, don't you?
Jaejoong moaned loud, hand still working to push out the last drops of cum. He let his forehead fall against Changmin's shoulders, and gradually became aware of the rushing of the shower, the cool air against his back. The time.
Jaejoong pushed Changmin off of him, cussing, rinsing the soap from his hair. "You're paying for it if I miss my fucking plane."
Changmin laughed. "Have a good trip."
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Pairing: Everyone/Jaejoong
Length: 1,649w (2,890 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
L O W - L I F E , H I G H - S T R U N G
2.
The linen closet was stifling, airless, and that made it easier for Jaejoong to hold his breath. He curled under the lowest shelf, wedged between mothbitten blankets, listening for the sound of footsteps in the corridor. His neck was starting to ache from holding it up, so he let his forehead rest against the floorboards. The air was cooler over the floor, fed by the gap at the bottom of the door. Taking shallow breaths, Jaejoong closed his eyes and counted to pass the time.
One, two, three, four...
There was a thumping from the stairs, someone running up to the hall. Jaejoong could hear socked feet scrambling for traction, and then a louder thump as the person collided with the wall, picture frames rattling. The footsteps came closer.
Five, six, seven, eight...
Jaejoong shrunk further back into the closet, trying to silently move the contents of the shelf to hide him more completely. The blankets in the bottom of the closet were old, knitted by grandparents and great-grandparents, and smelled musty and stale. He pulled one over his head, holding his breath as the footsteps stilled in front of the closet door.
Nine, ten...
The door burst open, filling the closet with light, and the blankets were ripped away. Junsu had a smile like a sliced melon, huge, taking up half of his face with teeth. "Found you!"
~
Jaejoong rolled over in bed, groaning. He hadn't slept long enough to be hungover; he could still feel the alcohol weighing heavy in his system, making it hard to coordinate. His face felt rubbery when he touched it, and his sinuses were raw. The clock on the nightstand said 11:34. Wonderful. He was going to have fun going through airport security half-drunk with red eyes.
This was the last time he'd let Changmin convince him that it was a good idea to go out the night before a flight. They'd danced until the club closed, and then did lines on the coffee table in Jaejoong's apartment. Changmin ruminated for over an hour about the logistics of terraforming on Mars, while Jaejoong lost himself in thought and licked his numb lips to chapped; they didn't sleep until well after sunrise, and even then Jaejoong couldn't relax.
He hadn't gone home in five years.
He found Changmin on the balcony, smoking a joint in his boxer briefs, tapping the ash into a potted plant. He was down to the roach, holding it with one of Jaejoong's bobby pins, pilfered from the bathroom drawer. Jaejoong shook his head to the silent offer.
"Two weeks, huh?" Changmin said. He leaned on the railing, smoking out of the corner of his mouth. "How come you never talk about the family?"
Jaejoong shrugged.
"They know that you're a..." Changmin made a fist and poked his tongue into his cheek: cocksucker.
Laughing, Jaejoong said, "Yeah. Part of the reason we don't talk so much."
"Must be a special occasion if you're flying back for that long."
Jaejoong snatched the roach out of Changmin's hands and finished it, pocketing the bobby pin. He exhaled slowly, watched the smoke curl up into the air. "Yeah. Special."
They were silent for a moment, watching a pair of birds bickering on a rooftop. "Who's Junsu?" Changmin asked suddenly.
"Huh?"
"You were talking in your sleep," Changmin said. "You mentioned 'Junsu'."
Jaejoong frowned. "No one."
There was a tone in his voice that clearly marked the subject as over. Changmin nodded and turned around, stretching out his long legs. "You know," he said, "they're designing space suits specifically for a Martian environment. Strong enough to withstand mico-meteor showers."
"Fascinating. Speaking of showers, I need to take one."
Changmin looked over his shoulder gave a greasy smile. "Mind if I join you?"
Jaejoong shrugged. "I don't mind. Come on."
~
Changmin didn't kiss lips, not even on camera, because that was too close. Touching tongues is something you do with a lover, he said, not a friend-with-benefits, and certainly not a colleague. Jaejoong didn't share the same aversion, but he respected Changmin's quirks. Didn't question it. Changmin had never asked why Jaejoong liked to be bad-mouthed in bed, so Jaejoong didn't press the issue about kissing.
Besides, they got along perfectly fine without it.
They were naked, hot water running in rivulets down their bodies, fighting for the position under the showerhead. Changmin, being taller, had the advantage, and so Jaejoong pressed himself against the younger man, trying to get as close as possible to divert the flow of water over his skin. He sighed appreciatively when Changmin began working shampoo through his hair, massaging his scalp.
"Hyung?"
"Hm."
"I'm gonna miss you a lot in fourteen days. 'Specially your lips."
Jaejoong blinked the water from his eyelashes and looked up at Changmin's crooked smile. "I'm sorry, was that supposed to be a question? Because it sounded like it should have been one, but there was no question mark."
"Last time I call you 'hyung'," Changmin grumbled. He trailed his fingers up Jaejoong's ribs, pressing hard enough that it didn't tickle. He stopped at the shoulders, and pushed down firmly; Jaejoong took the hint and dropped to his knees. The water gushed down Changmin's torso and forked over his hipbone, splashing onto Jaejoong's arms. Changmin was half-hard already, but Jaejoong ignored it and mouthed the hair on his friend's inner thigh, following the stream of water up to his groin and hip.
"Ah, fuck," Changmin hissed, tangling his fingers in Jaejoong's hair. "C'mon, Jae. Suck my cock."
Jaejoong would have loved to tease him until the water went cold, nipping at the sensitive skin of Changmin's groin, making his knees buckle with anticipation before swallowing him down, but there was no time for that. He licked a line from Changmin's hipbone to the base of his cock.
Changmin bucked his hips impatiently and tugged on Jaejoong's hair. He let out a groan when Jaejoong leaned forward and took his whole cock into his hot mouth. He slurped as though he was drinking water off of it, hungrily lathing his tongue over every inch of skin, following the line of a vein up to the head and pursing his lips around the tip, sucking hard. He drew helixes with his tongue along the shaft. Changmin tasted like sweat and soap and errant shampoo suds. His grip on Jaejoong's hair was almost painful, guiding Jaejoong's head up and down to a steady rhythm.
"God, you're such a slut for this," Changmin groaned.
Jaejoong hummed in agreement. He trailed his tongue lower, along the seam of Changmin's testicles, drawing each one into his mouth and sucking it softly. He nipped at the sensitive skin, rolling it between his lips, and kissed his way back to the tip of Changmin's cock. He took the head into his mouth, pressing the flat of his tongue against the ridge. Changmin was moaning above him, back arching, trying to push further into Jaejoong's mouth.
"You're a fucking cockslut, Jae. Suck it in deeper. I wanna feel your throat."
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Changmin's thighs, bracing himself. He swallowed Changmin's cock, eyes closed, nose-to-navel. Jaejoong wasn't trying to be neat about it; Changmin's pubic hair was wet with more saliva than water, but he moaned when Changmin's fingers dug into his scalp, and his cock twitched.
He pulled back, panting.
"That's a good look on you," Changmin said, leaning back against the ceramic tile. He pushed his fingers into Jaejoong's mouth, hooking them in his cheek, nails scraping against his gums. "Fuck, I wish I had time to fuck you."
"Sorry," Jaejoong said, although it wasn't anyone's fault. He stood up and buried his face into the crook of Changmin's neck. "Touch me then."
Changmin grabbed Jaejoong's cock in his hand, giving it a loose-fisted pump, getting used to the way the water slid over his skin. That first touch made Jaejoong shudder and thrust against Changmin's hip, mouth falling open in a silent moan. As Changmin settled into a rhythm, Jaejoong returned the favour, fisting Changmin's cock, working it fast with a twist of his wrist.
"Gonna cum," Changmin whispered against Jaejoong's cheek. He brushed Jaejoong's hand away and took hold of himself, squeezing hard from base to tip, his thumb sliding over the head. Jaejoong pumped himself hard, trying to catch up and bring himself close to the edge. He knew how to touch himself to get him there quickly, and he gave in to the need for speed, setting a harsh pace, almost painful.
Jaejoong looked down between them, licking his lips at the sight of their hands sliding over hardened flesh, working frantically. Changmin came first, his breath catching in the back of his throat as he shot between them, his cum splattering all the way up to their collarbones. He said something, cursing probably, and hugged Jaejoong close, shuddering against him. The proximity, the feel of hot skin against skin, nearly brought Jaejoong off. He bit down on Changmin's shoulder and whimpered, jerking hard into his hand.
"Cum for me," Changmin whispered into his ear. "You're such a dirty fucking whore. Cum for me now."
Jaejoong closed his eyes as every muscle contracted, his orgasm unfurling slowly. "Ah, fuck," he groaned. "Changmin, say it again." He squeezed his fingers under the head of his cock and thrust, tipping over the edge. He cried out, vision blacking.
"Filthy slut," Changmin hissed. "You love it, don't you?
Jaejoong moaned loud, hand still working to push out the last drops of cum. He let his forehead fall against Changmin's shoulders, and gradually became aware of the rushing of the shower, the cool air against his back. The time.
Jaejoong pushed Changmin off of him, cussing, rinsing the soap from his hair. "You're paying for it if I miss my fucking plane."
Changmin laughed. "Have a good trip."
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