Low-life, High-strung (4/12)
Title: Low-life, High-strung (4/12)
Pairing: Everyone/Jaejoong
Length: 3,870w (9,256 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
L O W - L I F E , H I G H - S T R U N G
4.
The phone ringing woke Jaejoong from his sleep. He fumbled through the sheets for his cell, thinking foggily, I never set that for a ring tone...
When he found his phone and turned it over, he stared at the glossy screen for a moment, registering late that it wasn't the culprit for the tone. The hotel line, buried on the nightstand under the remains of the gutted minibar, rang twice more and then fell silent.
Jaejoong fell back into the duvet, chasing sleep. He slept on top of the sheets; he'd filmed enough shoots in a hotel room to know exactly what went on in anonymous rooms like this one. He was nursing a liquor hangover, all headache without the nausea, and intended to sleep until supper time.
The phone started ringing again. Grumbling, Jaejoong picked it up. "Hello?"
"Oh, uh, hi."
Jaejoong sat up, rubbing his eyes. It was the last voice he expected or wanted to hear when his head felt like a cracked egg. "How'd you get my room number?"
Junsu sighed into the receiver. "Jaejoong, we own the hotel."
We. Jaejoong cleared his throat, muffling his cough into the blanket over his knees. "Right. Yeah."
"Are you okay?"
Fine, just fine. Drank everything in the minibar trying to avoid thinking about you, and now you're calling me at ten in the morning like we talk all the time. "Bit of a headache," Jaejoong admitted.
Junsu made a sympathetic noise. "I'm sorry if I woke you up."
"It's all right. What's up?"
"Oh, um." Junsu seemed derailed by the obvious question, arriving at the point of his call too soon. "I arranged a meeting with Umma's lawyers for Tuesday afternoon, if that's okay with you. We'll meet at the hotel, in whatever conference room is free. I figured that would be easiest for everyone."
Jaejoong hummed in agreement.
"Good. That's... good."
"Is that all?" Jaejoong got out of bed and began rummaging in his suitcase, propping the phone against his shoulder. He couldn't bring anything illicit on the plane, but he had a blister pack of paracetamol tablets. He popped two out of the package and swallowed them dry; the second stuck on the back of his tongue.
Junsu sighed. "No, ah... I don't know if you told anyone that you were coming. I didn't think you did, but some people saw you at the funeral and the news got around. There's a party at the house tomorrow night, and you should come. Not for me," Junsu said quickly, "but for the rest of the family. A lot of them will be there."
"A party?"
"Well, a gathering," Junsu said. "Kind of a 'welcoming the new company management' thing."
Jaejoong pressed a third pill from the pack. "I don't know."
"Please come." Junsu sounded so hopeful. Jaejoong shuddered at a memory that came to him unbidden, a flash of Junsu's face close to his, a string of saliva connecting their lips; he'd said similar words with a lower tone then. Jaejoong physically shook his head, banishing the image. He swallowed the third pill, wincing at the bitterness.
"Yeah, I'll be there," he said. Jaejoong could feel himself regretting it already.
Junsu's smile was audible over the phone. "I'll see you there, then!"
"See you there."
There was a silence where Junsu seemed like he had more to say, but couldn't phrase it. Jaejoong knew exactly what words were pressing against Junsu's lips -- I lovemisswantneed you -- and decided to put him out of his misery. He hung up.
Jaejoong contemplated calling Changmin. And then decided against it. Changmin was good for a very specific kind of comfort, and it was hard to deliver over the phone.
~
It had been years since Jaejoong was in the downtown area of his hometown. He had fond memories of sneaking into clubs with Yoochun, using fake IDs they bought from one of the guys at school, wiggling his hips and batting his eyelashes for free drinks at the bar, dancing too close to men easily twice his age.
The area had lost some of its charm without the aura of being forbidden. Now that Jaejoong was legal age and frequented much busier and more exclusive club circuits in Seoul, the streets were almost quaint. He followed his feet to one of his old haunts, a garish club called Purple Line. The bouncer at the door gave Jaejoong a once-over and waved him inside.
The interior hadn't changed. The atmosphere was still thick with smoke and the scent of sweat, and the music reverberated through the air, bass-heavy, like a second heartbeat. The dance floor was full, but not crowded, and people swayed to the music, holding drinks aloft, leaning close to hear each other's voices. Jaejoong squeezed his way over to the bar and leaned across the counter, catching the bartender's attention. He ordered a vodka soda, and sipped it quickly, the fizz tingling in his nose.
There was a man standing near the bar, tall and dark. He wasn't as tall as Changmin -- few people were -- but he had broad shoulders and dark eyes, and when Jaejoong looked closely he had a mole over his lip. He'd come from work, judging by his trousers and collared shirt. The buttons were undone just enough for Jaejoong to catch a glimpse of the curve of a pectoral.
Jaejoong stepped into his line of vision. "Buy me another?" He said, holding up his tumbler.
The man smiled and said, "Sure." He gestured to the bartender for another vodka soda. "You look really familiar," he said. He cocked his head to the side, eyes roaming over Jaejoong's face.
"I get that a lot."
The man nodded and handed Jaejoong his drink, clinking the neck of his beer against the rim of the glass. "You probably get mistaken for a celebrity all the time. It's the hair, I think."
Jaejoong ran his fingers through his hair, smirking as the man's eyes followed the trail of his fingers to the nape of his neck. "Do you like it?" He asked. "I was thinking about dying it back."
"No, the blond suits you," the man said. He held his hand up, silently asking for permission, and when Jaejoong nodded he brushed a strand of hair away from Jaejoong's face. He leaned in under the premise of tucking it behind Jaejoong's ear, and when his lips were close he said, "Do you want to dance with me?"
"I thought you might ask me something else," Jaejoong said with a smirk.
The man laughed. "Maybe, but I want you to dance with me first." He put his hand on the small of Jaejoong's back and guided them away from the bar, into the press of bodies on the dance floor. "I'm Yunho," the man said into Jaejoong's ear, almost shouting over the purr of the bass, "just in case you need to scream it later."
"Has that line actually worked for you before?"
Yunho just grinned and pulled Jaejoong close, rolling his hips to the beat.
~
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Jaejoong attacked Yunho's lips. They kissed hungrily, pressing against each other, feeling angled hipbones and shoulders through their clothes. "Fourth floor," Jaejoong whispered, and Yunho pressed the button with his free hand. His other was already skating along Jaejoong's spine underneath his shirt, palm pressed against too-hot skin. The elevator started with a lurch, and Jaejoong groaned as their erections brushed through the fabric of their trousers.
Jaejoong lost himself in the sensation of his tongue sliding against Yunho's. He didn't care that they were making a mess, getting spit all over his face. Yunho sucked on his lower lip and then trailed a string of wet kisses along his jaw, sucking on his neck just below his ear. Jaejoong moaned and tried to get closer, swearing at all the clothing in his way. He pushed Yunho's shirt up, feeling the well-toned abs beneath his hands.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. "Your floor," Yunho whispered.
Junsu's voice echoed in Jaejoong's head. Jaejoong, we own the hotel. He had said his name low, voice almost husky. His cock twitched at the thought.
Groaning, Jaejoong tangled his fingers in Yunho's and dragged him down the corridor. He couldn't get the keycard out of his wallet fast enough, especially with Yunho pressing open-mouth kisses to the nape of his neck, thumbs hooked into the front of his pants. They stumbled into the room, and the door slammed as Yunho pushed Jaejoong up against it, hot breath against his lips.
"I wanna fuck you hard," Yunho whispered. "I want to make you scream and beg and cry for more."
Jaejoong whimpered; that was exactly what he needed. "Please, yes."
Yunho crossed his arms and pulled his shirt over his head. He was built, hard muscles sharp and defined on his chest. Jaejoong let Yunho tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it off, and moaned when they touched their bare chests, the heat radiating off their skin. Yunho kissed his shoulder and then turned him around, pressing his crotch against the curve of Jaejoong's ass.
"I knew you looked familiar," Yunho said. He ran his tongue along the lines of the tattoo on Jaejoong's shoulders. "I'd recognize this ink anywhere. You're Youngwoong."
"Are you a fan?" Jaejoong shuddered as Yunho's tongue traced a sensitive spot under his shoulderblade.
Yunho's breath tickled when he laughed. "Platinum subscription."
"Well, thanks. You're paying for this hotel."
Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong and pulled him against his chest, resting his chin on his shoulder. It was a possessive hug, almost too tight to breathe, and Jaejoong felt his cock jump, getting harder, as Yunho adjusted one arm to grip under his shoulder, hand resting on the nape of his neck. "Can I ask you something?"
"What's that?"
"Are you that much of a slut in real life, or is it just for the camera?"
Jaejoong's erection was starting to become painful. "My safeword is 'oscitant'," he said. "Call me a slut again."
Without loosening his grip, Yunho pulled Jaejoong towards the bed. Jaejoong stumbled, feeling the press of Yunho's forearm against his throat, and let himself be thrown face-down onto the mattress. He scrambled onto all fours. He heard Yunho undo his belt.
"Take your pants off, slut," Yunho said.
Jaejoong struggled to undo his fly, hissing when his erection sprang free. He pushed his pants down to his knees, and Yunho tugged them the rest of the way, tossing them onto the floor.
"Hands behind your back."
Pressing his face against the scratchy surface of the duvet, Jaejoong complied. Yunho guided him to grab one wrist, holding his hands away. He shuddered as Yunho's breath ghosted over his tailbone, moving over the curve of his ass. He whimpered at the first touch of Yunho's tongue to his hole.
Yunho licked around Jaejoong's hole, teasing, licking down to his thighs and then back up. He bit the inner curve of Jaejoong's ass cheek, and finally plunged his tongue into Jaejoong's hole. Jaejoong whimpered, gripping his wrist tighter.
"You're spoiled," Yunho said. He poked his tongue in and out a few more times and then sat back. His belt rustled as he pulled it from the loops. "How would you like to be taught about humility?"
Jaejoong moaned. Yunho doubled the belt in his hands and snapped it, the crack searing through the air.
"Don't you dare move your hands," Yunho said.
"I won't," Jaejoong murmured, his voice muffled by the blanket, "oh, please."
The first crack of the belt burned. The pain licked across one cheek, quickly fading into a numb warmth. Yunho brought the belt down across Jaejoong's other cheek, and Jaejoong arched his back, begging for more. He didn't trust his voice not to waver, so he didn't beg out loud, just wiggled back and forth and hoped that Yunho would get the point.
Yunho swung the belt down again, ripping a whine from Jaejoong's lips. He belted Jaejoong until his ass was burning and red, and Jaejoong was biting into the duvet, squeezing his eyes shut to keep the tears from seeping out.
"Fucking whore," Yunho hissed, and spit onto Jaejoong's back. The belt followed a moment later, lower than expected, fiery hot across the backs of Jaejoong's thighs. Jaejoong struggled to keep his hands in place; part of him wanted to brace himself against the mattress, and another part of him wanted to cover the skin of his thighs to ward off the next blow. His nails were digging into his wrist and the palm of his hand.
Yunho dropped the belt onto the mattress near Jaejoong's head, and grabbed his wrists, yanking him onto his knees, shoulders twisting. He kissed Jaejoong's neck, sucking hard, leaving a mark.
"You liked that too much," Yunho said into the crook of his neck. His hand dipped between Jaejoong's legs, and Jae whimpered as he felt two fingers probing at his hole, nails scratching the skin. "Bend over. I'm going to fuck you while I think of something you'll like a little less."
Jaejoong dropped onto his hands and knees. There was the crinkling of plastic behind him, a condom being ripped open. A moment later Jaejoong moaned as Yunho's fingers slid inside of him, not bothering to be gentle, probing and scissoring him open. Yunho held his other hand out in front of Jaejoong's face.
"Spit. It's all you're getting."
Jaejoong did as he was told. Yunho rubbed his hand over his cock and then Jaejoong felt the blunt head against his hole, slick with saliva. Yunho's fingers were still twisting and moving inside of him, and Yunho moved his hand so that his thumb was resting in the crack of Jaejoong's ass, his index and middle finger nestled inside. He began to push his cock in, fingers flexing and stretching Jaejoong's hole as his cock slid slowly in.
Jaejoong's elbows were shaking. He wanted to drop onto his forearms, but the angle was perfect like this, the tips of Yunho's fingers brushing against his prostate, his cock pulling him open wide. Yunho sank into him fully, and then slowly pulled out.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Yunho said. "I thought a whore like you would have a loose hole."
"Please," Jaejoong whispered. "Fuck me, god, fuck me, please."
Yunho smacked the side of his thigh, and thrust in hard, his hips slapping against Jaejoong's skin. He repeated the motion, pulling out slowly, slamming in hard. Jaejoong whimpered, begging. He dropped onto his arms, burying his face in the blankets to muffle a groan.
Yunho's fingers slipped out of his hole, and yanked his head up by the hair. "I want to hear you moan, boy."
Jaejoong's neck ached from the angle, but he let out a desperate whine. Yunho pushed into him, and he struggled to get a hand between his legs to stroke his cock. He moaned when he finally circled a hand around the base and gave himself a hard pump, mimicking the slow grind of Yunho's hips.
"Did I say you could touch yourself, you fucking slut?" Yunho's voice was dripping with disgust. He pulled out completely, and Jaejoong almost cried. He stopped touching himself immediately, fisting his hands into the duvet. Yunho pulled on his hair until Jaejoong's head turned to face him. "Are you mute? Did I say you could touch yourself?"
"N-no." Jaejoong felt his face going hot.
He jumped, genuinely surprised when Yunho slapped him across the face. "How should you be punished? The belt again?"
Jaejoong shook his head.
"What? Speak up, slut."
Jaejoong couldn't keep the quaver out of his voice. He was painfully hard, but refrained from grinding into the mattress. "Laces," he whispered. Yunho cleared his throat, and before he could slap him again, Jaejoong said louder, "The laces. From my boots."
Yunho let him go and stalked over to the door where they had kicked their shoes. Jaejoong had been wearing heavy utilitarian boots, with thick laces with metal aglets. Yunho tugged the laces from one of the boots free, halving it and tying a knot.
He came back to the bed, swinging the makeshift whip. It sang as it cut the air, and hit the mattress with a sharp thwump. "Are you sure?" Yunho's voice was the one from the club, not the authoritarian tone he'd been using so far.
"Yeah," Jaejoong said. He slid onto the floor, bending over the mattress, presenting his ass. He buried his face in his hands; this was exactly what he wanted, needed. "Please," he whispered.
Yunho put one foot on the mattress near Jaejoong's head, and Jaejoong closed his eyes as he heard Yunho swing the laces through the air. He bit down on his arm before the crack came, but it did nothing to muffle the sound that bubbled out of his throat when the aglets collided with his skin. The belt had been a slow burn, a flash of pain that quickly faded into warmth. The laces hit him sharply, clinging to his skin, leaving behind a sting that didn't quite go away.
Yunho swung a few more times, bringing the laces down hard and fast. Jaejoong didn't realize he was crying until Yunho stopped. "You can safeword," he reminded gently.
Jaejoong shook his head. "I know. Please."
Reluctantly, Yunho brought the laces down again. Jaejoong choked, sobbing, as the aglets tore into his skin. He knew from experience that there would be welts on his skin the size of rice grains, raised and angry red.
"Hey, sorry, I can't do this." Yunho dropped the shoelaces on the floor and dropped to his knees. He pulled on Jaejoong's arms, twisting him around to sit in his lap.
Jaejoong didn't cry often. He savoured moments like this, when the tears were forcefully ripped from him, when he couldn't hold it back, when he had an excuse to sob over something that had nothing to do with the pain. Yunho hugged him, rocking back and forth as he sobbed. It was unspoken that Yunho knew he was crying over something far bigger than a few welts on his ass.
"Are you okay?" Yunho asked.
Jaejoong stopped crying as quickly as he started, swallowing heavily, wiping his eyes. He sought out Yunho's mouth and drew him into a needy kiss, sucking the air from his lungs. "I'm fine," he whispered. "You could have kept going; it's all right."
"Makes me uncomfortable," Yunho admitted. "I mean, I've... well, I've never seen you cry like that."
"It's different on set," Jaejoong said, but he left it at that. He didn't want to go into his reasons for being in town, or the guilt that burned in his chest every time he thought about Junsu and felt a twinge of arousal. "Thank you, though. I needed that."
Yunho didn't look so sure.
Jaejoong shifted around in his lap, letting his erection brush against Yunho's stomach. He'd stayed rock hard the entire time, and now he wanted to cum. "Fuck me now," he whispered against Yunho's lips. "Please?"
They kissed again, building the heat back up. Jaejoong nipped and sucked at Yunho's lips, groaning when the other man threaded his fingers into his hair. He laid back on the carpet, wrapping his legs around Yunho's hips and sliding close.
Yunho kissed the inside of his knee, guiding one leg to rest over his shoulder. He gripped the base of his cock, rubbing it over Jaejoong's hole. He slid off-mark with the first thrust, his cock sliding between Jaejoong's ass cheeks, and then adjusted, pushing inside with one slow, steady thrust.
Jaejoong whined, arching his back as Yunho slid fully inside, the curve of his ass resting neatly on Yunho's lap. He canted his hips, urging Yunho to start moving. "Hard," he insisted.
Yunho rocked his hips, pushing deep and then relaxing and repeating the motion. Jaejoong bucked, trying to make him move faster. He moaned in satisfaction when Yunho finally took the hint and started thrusting hard, lifting Jaejoong off his lap and letting gravity pull him down to sink balls-deep.
Jaejoong sat up on his elbows, throwing his head back to moan at the change of angle, Yunho's cock sliding somehow deeper. Yunho leaned over him, catching his lips. He reached down and squeezed Jaejoong's cock, pumping it slowly. He gripped it hard at the base, and when his hand reached the top he let his fingers slide across Jaejoong's slit, slicking him up with his own precum.
"Fuck," Jaejoong hissed. "I'm gonna, fuck, I'm gonna cum."
Yunho sat back on his heels. He grabbed onto Jaejoong's thighs, pushing his legs back, bending him almost in half. Jaejoong took over where Yunho left off, squeezing his cock in his hand, and this time Yunho didn't slap him for it. His toes were already curling with his impending orgasm.
Yunho thrust hard and fast, without rhythm, their skin slapping. His hair stuck to his forehead, body slick with sweat. "Fucking hell," he groaned. "Cum for me. Do it."
Jaejoong's head thumped against the floor as his muscles stiffened, head falling back. He worked his hand fast, sliding up and down his slick erection. "Oh god, oh fuck," Jaejoong whimpered. "I'm so dirty, I'm a fucking slut, oh fuck."
Yunho stopped thrusting as Jaejoong came, back arching off the floor, crying out. He shot in ribbons, his cum splattering across his belly and chest. Yunho started slowly rocking, almost in a trance, groaning at the clenching of Jaejoong's muscles as he shook with the tail end of his orgasm, squeezing Yunho between his thighs.
Yunho came moments later, grunting, his fingers digging into Jaejoong's hips.
For a moment they were both still, chests heaving as they panted and caught their breath. Yunho slipped out slowly, watching in appreciation as Jaejoong's hole contracted, trying to clench around a weight that was no longer there. He pulled the condom off with a snap of plastic and chucked it into the wastebasket.
Jaejoong sat up slowly. He was covered in marks; a dark hickey high on his neck, tiny welts peppering his ass and the backs of his thighs, and rug burn all along his shoulders and elbows. His hair was a mess.
He looked thoroughly fucked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Thank you," he said.
Yunho shrugged. "No problem."
He helped Jaejoong to his feet, wincing at how it took Jaejoong a moment to regain his balance, standing on shaking limbs. "Don't take this the wrong way," Jaejoong said, "but I'd like it if you fucked off now."
Yunho opened his mouth, about to say something, but thought better of it. He gathered his clothes off the floor and got dressed quickly, smoothing the wrinkles out of his shirt. As he left, Jaejoong climbed into bed and pulled the covers over his head.
He wanted so badly, despite his better judgement, for Junsu to be in the bed with him, hugging him from behind and whispering, "You did so well, Jaejoongie. I love you so much."
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Pairing: Everyone/Jaejoong
Length: 3,870w (9,256 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
L O W - L I F E , H I G H - S T R U N G
4.
The phone ringing woke Jaejoong from his sleep. He fumbled through the sheets for his cell, thinking foggily, I never set that for a ring tone...
When he found his phone and turned it over, he stared at the glossy screen for a moment, registering late that it wasn't the culprit for the tone. The hotel line, buried on the nightstand under the remains of the gutted minibar, rang twice more and then fell silent.
Jaejoong fell back into the duvet, chasing sleep. He slept on top of the sheets; he'd filmed enough shoots in a hotel room to know exactly what went on in anonymous rooms like this one. He was nursing a liquor hangover, all headache without the nausea, and intended to sleep until supper time.
The phone started ringing again. Grumbling, Jaejoong picked it up. "Hello?"
"Oh, uh, hi."
Jaejoong sat up, rubbing his eyes. It was the last voice he expected or wanted to hear when his head felt like a cracked egg. "How'd you get my room number?"
Junsu sighed into the receiver. "Jaejoong, we own the hotel."
We. Jaejoong cleared his throat, muffling his cough into the blanket over his knees. "Right. Yeah."
"Are you okay?"
Fine, just fine. Drank everything in the minibar trying to avoid thinking about you, and now you're calling me at ten in the morning like we talk all the time. "Bit of a headache," Jaejoong admitted.
Junsu made a sympathetic noise. "I'm sorry if I woke you up."
"It's all right. What's up?"
"Oh, um." Junsu seemed derailed by the obvious question, arriving at the point of his call too soon. "I arranged a meeting with Umma's lawyers for Tuesday afternoon, if that's okay with you. We'll meet at the hotel, in whatever conference room is free. I figured that would be easiest for everyone."
Jaejoong hummed in agreement.
"Good. That's... good."
"Is that all?" Jaejoong got out of bed and began rummaging in his suitcase, propping the phone against his shoulder. He couldn't bring anything illicit on the plane, but he had a blister pack of paracetamol tablets. He popped two out of the package and swallowed them dry; the second stuck on the back of his tongue.
Junsu sighed. "No, ah... I don't know if you told anyone that you were coming. I didn't think you did, but some people saw you at the funeral and the news got around. There's a party at the house tomorrow night, and you should come. Not for me," Junsu said quickly, "but for the rest of the family. A lot of them will be there."
"A party?"
"Well, a gathering," Junsu said. "Kind of a 'welcoming the new company management' thing."
Jaejoong pressed a third pill from the pack. "I don't know."
"Please come." Junsu sounded so hopeful. Jaejoong shuddered at a memory that came to him unbidden, a flash of Junsu's face close to his, a string of saliva connecting their lips; he'd said similar words with a lower tone then. Jaejoong physically shook his head, banishing the image. He swallowed the third pill, wincing at the bitterness.
"Yeah, I'll be there," he said. Jaejoong could feel himself regretting it already.
Junsu's smile was audible over the phone. "I'll see you there, then!"
"See you there."
There was a silence where Junsu seemed like he had more to say, but couldn't phrase it. Jaejoong knew exactly what words were pressing against Junsu's lips -- I lovemisswantneed you -- and decided to put him out of his misery. He hung up.
Jaejoong contemplated calling Changmin. And then decided against it. Changmin was good for a very specific kind of comfort, and it was hard to deliver over the phone.
~
It had been years since Jaejoong was in the downtown area of his hometown. He had fond memories of sneaking into clubs with Yoochun, using fake IDs they bought from one of the guys at school, wiggling his hips and batting his eyelashes for free drinks at the bar, dancing too close to men easily twice his age.
The area had lost some of its charm without the aura of being forbidden. Now that Jaejoong was legal age and frequented much busier and more exclusive club circuits in Seoul, the streets were almost quaint. He followed his feet to one of his old haunts, a garish club called Purple Line. The bouncer at the door gave Jaejoong a once-over and waved him inside.
The interior hadn't changed. The atmosphere was still thick with smoke and the scent of sweat, and the music reverberated through the air, bass-heavy, like a second heartbeat. The dance floor was full, but not crowded, and people swayed to the music, holding drinks aloft, leaning close to hear each other's voices. Jaejoong squeezed his way over to the bar and leaned across the counter, catching the bartender's attention. He ordered a vodka soda, and sipped it quickly, the fizz tingling in his nose.
There was a man standing near the bar, tall and dark. He wasn't as tall as Changmin -- few people were -- but he had broad shoulders and dark eyes, and when Jaejoong looked closely he had a mole over his lip. He'd come from work, judging by his trousers and collared shirt. The buttons were undone just enough for Jaejoong to catch a glimpse of the curve of a pectoral.
Jaejoong stepped into his line of vision. "Buy me another?" He said, holding up his tumbler.
The man smiled and said, "Sure." He gestured to the bartender for another vodka soda. "You look really familiar," he said. He cocked his head to the side, eyes roaming over Jaejoong's face.
"I get that a lot."
The man nodded and handed Jaejoong his drink, clinking the neck of his beer against the rim of the glass. "You probably get mistaken for a celebrity all the time. It's the hair, I think."
Jaejoong ran his fingers through his hair, smirking as the man's eyes followed the trail of his fingers to the nape of his neck. "Do you like it?" He asked. "I was thinking about dying it back."
"No, the blond suits you," the man said. He held his hand up, silently asking for permission, and when Jaejoong nodded he brushed a strand of hair away from Jaejoong's face. He leaned in under the premise of tucking it behind Jaejoong's ear, and when his lips were close he said, "Do you want to dance with me?"
"I thought you might ask me something else," Jaejoong said with a smirk.
The man laughed. "Maybe, but I want you to dance with me first." He put his hand on the small of Jaejoong's back and guided them away from the bar, into the press of bodies on the dance floor. "I'm Yunho," the man said into Jaejoong's ear, almost shouting over the purr of the bass, "just in case you need to scream it later."
"Has that line actually worked for you before?"
Yunho just grinned and pulled Jaejoong close, rolling his hips to the beat.
~
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Jaejoong attacked Yunho's lips. They kissed hungrily, pressing against each other, feeling angled hipbones and shoulders through their clothes. "Fourth floor," Jaejoong whispered, and Yunho pressed the button with his free hand. His other was already skating along Jaejoong's spine underneath his shirt, palm pressed against too-hot skin. The elevator started with a lurch, and Jaejoong groaned as their erections brushed through the fabric of their trousers.
Jaejoong lost himself in the sensation of his tongue sliding against Yunho's. He didn't care that they were making a mess, getting spit all over his face. Yunho sucked on his lower lip and then trailed a string of wet kisses along his jaw, sucking on his neck just below his ear. Jaejoong moaned and tried to get closer, swearing at all the clothing in his way. He pushed Yunho's shirt up, feeling the well-toned abs beneath his hands.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. "Your floor," Yunho whispered.
Junsu's voice echoed in Jaejoong's head. Jaejoong, we own the hotel. He had said his name low, voice almost husky. His cock twitched at the thought.
Groaning, Jaejoong tangled his fingers in Yunho's and dragged him down the corridor. He couldn't get the keycard out of his wallet fast enough, especially with Yunho pressing open-mouth kisses to the nape of his neck, thumbs hooked into the front of his pants. They stumbled into the room, and the door slammed as Yunho pushed Jaejoong up against it, hot breath against his lips.
"I wanna fuck you hard," Yunho whispered. "I want to make you scream and beg and cry for more."
Jaejoong whimpered; that was exactly what he needed. "Please, yes."
Yunho crossed his arms and pulled his shirt over his head. He was built, hard muscles sharp and defined on his chest. Jaejoong let Yunho tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it off, and moaned when they touched their bare chests, the heat radiating off their skin. Yunho kissed his shoulder and then turned him around, pressing his crotch against the curve of Jaejoong's ass.
"I knew you looked familiar," Yunho said. He ran his tongue along the lines of the tattoo on Jaejoong's shoulders. "I'd recognize this ink anywhere. You're Youngwoong."
"Are you a fan?" Jaejoong shuddered as Yunho's tongue traced a sensitive spot under his shoulderblade.
Yunho's breath tickled when he laughed. "Platinum subscription."
"Well, thanks. You're paying for this hotel."
Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong and pulled him against his chest, resting his chin on his shoulder. It was a possessive hug, almost too tight to breathe, and Jaejoong felt his cock jump, getting harder, as Yunho adjusted one arm to grip under his shoulder, hand resting on the nape of his neck. "Can I ask you something?"
"What's that?"
"Are you that much of a slut in real life, or is it just for the camera?"
Jaejoong's erection was starting to become painful. "My safeword is 'oscitant'," he said. "Call me a slut again."
Without loosening his grip, Yunho pulled Jaejoong towards the bed. Jaejoong stumbled, feeling the press of Yunho's forearm against his throat, and let himself be thrown face-down onto the mattress. He scrambled onto all fours. He heard Yunho undo his belt.
"Take your pants off, slut," Yunho said.
Jaejoong struggled to undo his fly, hissing when his erection sprang free. He pushed his pants down to his knees, and Yunho tugged them the rest of the way, tossing them onto the floor.
"Hands behind your back."
Pressing his face against the scratchy surface of the duvet, Jaejoong complied. Yunho guided him to grab one wrist, holding his hands away. He shuddered as Yunho's breath ghosted over his tailbone, moving over the curve of his ass. He whimpered at the first touch of Yunho's tongue to his hole.
Yunho licked around Jaejoong's hole, teasing, licking down to his thighs and then back up. He bit the inner curve of Jaejoong's ass cheek, and finally plunged his tongue into Jaejoong's hole. Jaejoong whimpered, gripping his wrist tighter.
"You're spoiled," Yunho said. He poked his tongue in and out a few more times and then sat back. His belt rustled as he pulled it from the loops. "How would you like to be taught about humility?"
Jaejoong moaned. Yunho doubled the belt in his hands and snapped it, the crack searing through the air.
"Don't you dare move your hands," Yunho said.
"I won't," Jaejoong murmured, his voice muffled by the blanket, "oh, please."
The first crack of the belt burned. The pain licked across one cheek, quickly fading into a numb warmth. Yunho brought the belt down across Jaejoong's other cheek, and Jaejoong arched his back, begging for more. He didn't trust his voice not to waver, so he didn't beg out loud, just wiggled back and forth and hoped that Yunho would get the point.
Yunho swung the belt down again, ripping a whine from Jaejoong's lips. He belted Jaejoong until his ass was burning and red, and Jaejoong was biting into the duvet, squeezing his eyes shut to keep the tears from seeping out.
"Fucking whore," Yunho hissed, and spit onto Jaejoong's back. The belt followed a moment later, lower than expected, fiery hot across the backs of Jaejoong's thighs. Jaejoong struggled to keep his hands in place; part of him wanted to brace himself against the mattress, and another part of him wanted to cover the skin of his thighs to ward off the next blow. His nails were digging into his wrist and the palm of his hand.
Yunho dropped the belt onto the mattress near Jaejoong's head, and grabbed his wrists, yanking him onto his knees, shoulders twisting. He kissed Jaejoong's neck, sucking hard, leaving a mark.
"You liked that too much," Yunho said into the crook of his neck. His hand dipped between Jaejoong's legs, and Jae whimpered as he felt two fingers probing at his hole, nails scratching the skin. "Bend over. I'm going to fuck you while I think of something you'll like a little less."
Jaejoong dropped onto his hands and knees. There was the crinkling of plastic behind him, a condom being ripped open. A moment later Jaejoong moaned as Yunho's fingers slid inside of him, not bothering to be gentle, probing and scissoring him open. Yunho held his other hand out in front of Jaejoong's face.
"Spit. It's all you're getting."
Jaejoong did as he was told. Yunho rubbed his hand over his cock and then Jaejoong felt the blunt head against his hole, slick with saliva. Yunho's fingers were still twisting and moving inside of him, and Yunho moved his hand so that his thumb was resting in the crack of Jaejoong's ass, his index and middle finger nestled inside. He began to push his cock in, fingers flexing and stretching Jaejoong's hole as his cock slid slowly in.
Jaejoong's elbows were shaking. He wanted to drop onto his forearms, but the angle was perfect like this, the tips of Yunho's fingers brushing against his prostate, his cock pulling him open wide. Yunho sank into him fully, and then slowly pulled out.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Yunho said. "I thought a whore like you would have a loose hole."
"Please," Jaejoong whispered. "Fuck me, god, fuck me, please."
Yunho smacked the side of his thigh, and thrust in hard, his hips slapping against Jaejoong's skin. He repeated the motion, pulling out slowly, slamming in hard. Jaejoong whimpered, begging. He dropped onto his arms, burying his face in the blankets to muffle a groan.
Yunho's fingers slipped out of his hole, and yanked his head up by the hair. "I want to hear you moan, boy."
Jaejoong's neck ached from the angle, but he let out a desperate whine. Yunho pushed into him, and he struggled to get a hand between his legs to stroke his cock. He moaned when he finally circled a hand around the base and gave himself a hard pump, mimicking the slow grind of Yunho's hips.
"Did I say you could touch yourself, you fucking slut?" Yunho's voice was dripping with disgust. He pulled out completely, and Jaejoong almost cried. He stopped touching himself immediately, fisting his hands into the duvet. Yunho pulled on his hair until Jaejoong's head turned to face him. "Are you mute? Did I say you could touch yourself?"
"N-no." Jaejoong felt his face going hot.
He jumped, genuinely surprised when Yunho slapped him across the face. "How should you be punished? The belt again?"
Jaejoong shook his head.
"What? Speak up, slut."
Jaejoong couldn't keep the quaver out of his voice. He was painfully hard, but refrained from grinding into the mattress. "Laces," he whispered. Yunho cleared his throat, and before he could slap him again, Jaejoong said louder, "The laces. From my boots."
Yunho let him go and stalked over to the door where they had kicked their shoes. Jaejoong had been wearing heavy utilitarian boots, with thick laces with metal aglets. Yunho tugged the laces from one of the boots free, halving it and tying a knot.
He came back to the bed, swinging the makeshift whip. It sang as it cut the air, and hit the mattress with a sharp thwump. "Are you sure?" Yunho's voice was the one from the club, not the authoritarian tone he'd been using so far.
"Yeah," Jaejoong said. He slid onto the floor, bending over the mattress, presenting his ass. He buried his face in his hands; this was exactly what he wanted, needed. "Please," he whispered.
Yunho put one foot on the mattress near Jaejoong's head, and Jaejoong closed his eyes as he heard Yunho swing the laces through the air. He bit down on his arm before the crack came, but it did nothing to muffle the sound that bubbled out of his throat when the aglets collided with his skin. The belt had been a slow burn, a flash of pain that quickly faded into warmth. The laces hit him sharply, clinging to his skin, leaving behind a sting that didn't quite go away.
Yunho swung a few more times, bringing the laces down hard and fast. Jaejoong didn't realize he was crying until Yunho stopped. "You can safeword," he reminded gently.
Jaejoong shook his head. "I know. Please."
Reluctantly, Yunho brought the laces down again. Jaejoong choked, sobbing, as the aglets tore into his skin. He knew from experience that there would be welts on his skin the size of rice grains, raised and angry red.
"Hey, sorry, I can't do this." Yunho dropped the shoelaces on the floor and dropped to his knees. He pulled on Jaejoong's arms, twisting him around to sit in his lap.
Jaejoong didn't cry often. He savoured moments like this, when the tears were forcefully ripped from him, when he couldn't hold it back, when he had an excuse to sob over something that had nothing to do with the pain. Yunho hugged him, rocking back and forth as he sobbed. It was unspoken that Yunho knew he was crying over something far bigger than a few welts on his ass.
"Are you okay?" Yunho asked.
Jaejoong stopped crying as quickly as he started, swallowing heavily, wiping his eyes. He sought out Yunho's mouth and drew him into a needy kiss, sucking the air from his lungs. "I'm fine," he whispered. "You could have kept going; it's all right."
"Makes me uncomfortable," Yunho admitted. "I mean, I've... well, I've never seen you cry like that."
"It's different on set," Jaejoong said, but he left it at that. He didn't want to go into his reasons for being in town, or the guilt that burned in his chest every time he thought about Junsu and felt a twinge of arousal. "Thank you, though. I needed that."
Yunho didn't look so sure.
Jaejoong shifted around in his lap, letting his erection brush against Yunho's stomach. He'd stayed rock hard the entire time, and now he wanted to cum. "Fuck me now," he whispered against Yunho's lips. "Please?"
They kissed again, building the heat back up. Jaejoong nipped and sucked at Yunho's lips, groaning when the other man threaded his fingers into his hair. He laid back on the carpet, wrapping his legs around Yunho's hips and sliding close.
Yunho kissed the inside of his knee, guiding one leg to rest over his shoulder. He gripped the base of his cock, rubbing it over Jaejoong's hole. He slid off-mark with the first thrust, his cock sliding between Jaejoong's ass cheeks, and then adjusted, pushing inside with one slow, steady thrust.
Jaejoong whined, arching his back as Yunho slid fully inside, the curve of his ass resting neatly on Yunho's lap. He canted his hips, urging Yunho to start moving. "Hard," he insisted.
Yunho rocked his hips, pushing deep and then relaxing and repeating the motion. Jaejoong bucked, trying to make him move faster. He moaned in satisfaction when Yunho finally took the hint and started thrusting hard, lifting Jaejoong off his lap and letting gravity pull him down to sink balls-deep.
Jaejoong sat up on his elbows, throwing his head back to moan at the change of angle, Yunho's cock sliding somehow deeper. Yunho leaned over him, catching his lips. He reached down and squeezed Jaejoong's cock, pumping it slowly. He gripped it hard at the base, and when his hand reached the top he let his fingers slide across Jaejoong's slit, slicking him up with his own precum.
"Fuck," Jaejoong hissed. "I'm gonna, fuck, I'm gonna cum."
Yunho sat back on his heels. He grabbed onto Jaejoong's thighs, pushing his legs back, bending him almost in half. Jaejoong took over where Yunho left off, squeezing his cock in his hand, and this time Yunho didn't slap him for it. His toes were already curling with his impending orgasm.
Yunho thrust hard and fast, without rhythm, their skin slapping. His hair stuck to his forehead, body slick with sweat. "Fucking hell," he groaned. "Cum for me. Do it."
Jaejoong's head thumped against the floor as his muscles stiffened, head falling back. He worked his hand fast, sliding up and down his slick erection. "Oh god, oh fuck," Jaejoong whimpered. "I'm so dirty, I'm a fucking slut, oh fuck."
Yunho stopped thrusting as Jaejoong came, back arching off the floor, crying out. He shot in ribbons, his cum splattering across his belly and chest. Yunho started slowly rocking, almost in a trance, groaning at the clenching of Jaejoong's muscles as he shook with the tail end of his orgasm, squeezing Yunho between his thighs.
Yunho came moments later, grunting, his fingers digging into Jaejoong's hips.
For a moment they were both still, chests heaving as they panted and caught their breath. Yunho slipped out slowly, watching in appreciation as Jaejoong's hole contracted, trying to clench around a weight that was no longer there. He pulled the condom off with a snap of plastic and chucked it into the wastebasket.
Jaejoong sat up slowly. He was covered in marks; a dark hickey high on his neck, tiny welts peppering his ass and the backs of his thighs, and rug burn all along his shoulders and elbows. His hair was a mess.
He looked thoroughly fucked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Thank you," he said.
Yunho shrugged. "No problem."
He helped Jaejoong to his feet, wincing at how it took Jaejoong a moment to regain his balance, standing on shaking limbs. "Don't take this the wrong way," Jaejoong said, "but I'd like it if you fucked off now."
Yunho opened his mouth, about to say something, but thought better of it. He gathered his clothes off the floor and got dressed quickly, smoothing the wrinkles out of his shirt. As he left, Jaejoong climbed into bed and pulled the covers over his head.
He wanted so badly, despite his better judgement, for Junsu to be in the bed with him, hugging him from behind and whispering, "You did so well, Jaejoongie. I love you so much."
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