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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      DBSK_|_Tohoshinki_|_TVfXQ_|_TVXQ
  Relationship:
      Jung_Yunho/Kim_Jaejoong, Jung_Yunho/Kim_Jaejoong/Shim_Changmin, Jung
      Yunho/Kim_Jaejoong/Other(s)
  Character:
      Kim_Jaejoong, Jung_Yunho, Shim_Changmin, Park_Yoochun, Kim_Junsu_(JYJ),
      Kim_Youngwoon_|_Kangin, Lee_Donghae, Choi_Minho, Cho_Kyuhyun, Hangeng
  Additional Tags:
      Bullying, Sexual_Assault, Threesome, Moresomes, talk_of_mpreg,
      Hermaphrodites, porn_that_grew_a_tiny_plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-14 Words: 5539
****** Good Luck Charm ******
by enkaychi
Summary
     “You’re sure about this?” he asks for what Jaejoong feels must be the
     thousandth time.
     Jaejoong nods. “Yes,” he says slightly exasperated. Yunho asks that
     question every time. Jaejoong appreciates that his boyfriend wants to
     make sure he’s completely comfortable but Jaejoong doesn’t need him
     to. These men are Yunho’s closest friends and Jaejoong trusts each
     and everyone of them.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Jaejoong leans against the wall outside the soccer team’s locker room waiting
for most of the team to leave. They just won their championship game and he can
still hear the boisterous yells in the room. The team will be having a party
later tonight but Jaejoong’s presence is something of a celebration ritual.
Jaejoong looks up as the locker room door opens and players come spilling out
in to the hallway. Some of them smile and wave at Jaejoong to which he returns
a smile of his own. A few of them ignore him which is fine, Jaejoong doesn't
need to talk to them anyway. Fewer glare at him. Jaejoong just ignores them,
they’re assholes, the type of men who think someone like Jaejoong belongs in
the house on his back, kept a dirty little secret.
Jaejoong loves the soccer team and most of them are nothing but kind to him but
he supposes everywhere has its assholes. Luckily, his university only has a
few, unlike high school which had seemed to overflow with teenage sons of
bitches.
There’s just one particular asshole Jaejoong can't ignore even though Yunho and
Heechul both told him he should. Jaejoong scowls at the tall, admittedly
attractive figure of Choi Siwon as he exits the locker room with a gym bag
slung over his shoulder.
Heechul had dated Siwon for their first year and a half of university and
Jaejoong had never liked his best friend's boyfriend. For the most part Siwon
is a good guy but based on what Heechul had told Jaejoong, in bed he was the
most selfish person to walk the face of the earth.
Siwon returns Jaejoong's glare as he walks past. Jaejoong may dislike Siwon but
the other man hates Jaejoong and Jaejoong would be lying if he says Siwon
doesn't have a good reason for it. It’s Jaejoong who had introduced Heechul to
his current boyfriend, Hangeng. It’s just a little unfortunate that Heechul had
still been dating Siwon at the time. But what kind of friend would Jaejoong be
if he didn't help his best friend find a better top?
A shitty friend that's what kind.
Jaejoong sticks his tongue out at Siwon's back. It’s childish but he can't help
himself.
Fucker.
He closes his mouth and folds his arms over his chest when the man disappears
down the hallway.
The next person to leave the locker room is someone Jaejoong still doesn't know
how to feel about. Kim Hyunjoong had been Jaejoong's best friend through all of
middle school but they'd had a falling out during their first year of high
school.
"Jae," Hyunjoong says softly when he stops in front of Jaejoong.
Jaejoong turns his face away. He hadn’t forgiven Hyunjoong for what he'd done.
He doesn't hate him anymore but there’s a part of him that still feels
betrayed. Maybe that’s unfair considering it hadn't even taken Jaejoong a month
to forgive Yunho but he’s still holding a grudge against Hyunjoong five years
later.
Hyunjoong sighs and walks away.
Jaejoong turns his head to watch the other man. Maybe in a few years Jaejoong
will be able to talk to him again. Or maybe Hyunjoong will be like Seunghyun
and just accept that he'd done wrong and he can't fix it.
Jaejoong pushes off the wall. Most of the players had already left. He’s just
waiting for the team’s head coach to come out.
The door swings open again and Coach Park exits the locker room. Jaejoong
smiles and bows to the man.
Jaejoong likes Coach Park. He’s a genial older gentleman who has a son like
Jaejoong. He’s always kind to Jaejoong and scolds his players whenever they’re
disrespectful to him. The man thinks some of the celebratory rituals Jaejoong
does with Yunho’s friends are a bit strange but once he’d been assured that
Jaejoong is fully consenting he’d pretty much just left them to their own
devices with a shake of his head and some mutterings about the things kids did
these days.
Coach Park smiles back at Jaejoong and pats him on the shoulder. “You can go
in. It’s just the group of them left.”
Jaejoong thanks him and goes in.
The locker room is fairly standard. Rows of wide full length blue lockers with
beige wooden benches between them take up most of the room. There’s a shower
area towards the back and and a small glass windowed room off to one side that
serves as an office for the team’s coaches.
The nine players still in the room are leaning against the lockers in one aisle
talking to each other. Jaejoong spots his boyfriend and goes to him. He wraps
his arms around Yunho and burrows his nose in the groove of his collar bone.
Jaejoong inhales deeply. His boyfriend hasn’t showered yet. He still smells
like sweat and musk. Jaejoong loves that smell.
“Hi,” Jaejoong mumbles against Yunho’s skin. He can hear the others chuckling
at them as Yunho hugs him back and kisses the top of his head. It’s more
amusement than anything, the lot of them are more than used to the way Jaejoong
attaches himself to Yunho every time they’re together.
Yunho tugs gently on Jaejoong's hair and lifts his face. “You’re sure about
this?” he asks for what Jaejoong feels must be the thousandth time.
Jaejoong nods. “Yes,” he says slightly exasperated. Yunho asks that question
every time. Jaejoong appreciates that his boyfriend wants to make sure he’s
completely comfortable but Jaejoong doesn’t need him to. These men are Yunho’s
closest friends and Jaejoong trusts each and everyone of them. They’ve all
proven themselves to him and he knows Yunho would never have let any of them
touch Jaejoong in the first place if he wasn’t sure things like this wouldn’t
change the way they treated Jaejoong.
Yunho smiles and presses a quick kiss against Jaejoong’s lips. “Okay.” He turns
Jaejoong around in his arms and rests his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulders. “Who do
you want to undress you?”
Jaejoong looks at the friendly faces and can’t help the blush he can feel
heating up his face when he remembers that all of these men have seen him naked
and all of them have had their fingers inside him sometime over the last two
and a half years.
He also can’t help but think about how different this is from the first time
he’d been a locker room naked and surrounded, the first time he’d met Yunho
when they’d both been in their first year of high school.
-
Jaejoong quickly finds a seat in the bleachers overlooking the soccer field.
His best friends Hyunjoong and Seunghyun had both asked him not to come to this
game but since they’d refused to explain why Jaejoong had just brushed them
off. He came to all of their games since middle school, he wasn’t going to
forgo going to the game against their school’s biggest rivals.
Hyunjoong and Seunghyun had been Jaejoong’s best friends since their first year
of middle school. In fact, they’d been Jaejoong’s only friends. Most people
avoided Jaejoong, not wanting to be associated with the freak. Boy pussy the
other students called him when they were feeling particularly cruel. People
like Jaejoong were rare. His parents had always told him rare and special, but
to teenagers special meant strange. Jaejoong hadn’t told anyone he was a
hermaphrodite but it was in his school medical records and secrets like that
tend to get out, especially when all a person wants is to hide it away forever.
Jaejoong still remembers coming in to school to the whispers and the ugly looks
from the other students, some of whom he had considered friends, and to the
crudely drawn picture of a vagina taped to his locker along with the word
‘freak’. The principal had let him go home early that day. Jaejoong had stayed
home the entire week and only gone back when Hyunjoong and Seunghyun had come
to his house to tell him nothing had changed, that his gender didn’t matter,
they just liked him. They’d stuck with him when they’d started high school,
though Jaejoong was relieved to find out that teenagers were somewhat less
cruel than they had been in middle school.
They hadn’t abandoned Jaejoong when everyone else had so Jaejoong wouldn’t
abandon them. Maybe it seemed silly comparing Jaejoong’s situation to
supporting his friends by going to all their games but it mattered to Jaejoong.
It was a small thing he could do to repay them.
Hyunjoong had seen Jaejoong when he had first shown up at the field. He’d
grabbed Jaejoong’s wrist and tried to drag him away but Jaejoong had shook him
off and asked what his problem was. Hyunjoong had bit his bottom lip and just
said that Jaejoong needed to leave. When Jaejoong had refused, Hyunjoong had
made him promise he wouldn’t stay until the end of the game at least.
Jaejoong didn’t know what was wrong with his friends but he figured they would
tell him after the game.
-
They lose the game.
Jaejoong goes to the locker rooms to wait for Seunghyun and Hyunjoong. They'll
need to listen to whatever speech the coach gives after losing a game but he
figures he can take them out for condolences. It's a ritual of sorts for the
three of them. When their school wins they go out to norebang and sing party
songs. When their school loses they go out for norebang and sing sad ballads.
Really the three of them just like to sing or in Seunghyun’s case, rap, but his
singing wasn’t half bad.
The other team comes by first, the players all in high spirits. Jaejoong nods
his head at them in acknowledgment. It’s only polite.
Most of them just pass him by occasionally giving him a second glance. Jaejoong
sucks in a deep breath and tenses every time one of them does this. He should
be used to the looks he gets but it always makes him a little afraid. Strangers
stare at him and it makes him uncomfortable because it reminds him of the ugly
looks he got in middle school but he tries not to be afraid. It's not like he's
got 'freak' tattooed on his forehead. He's just prettier than most people and
although some people might think it's unnatural for a boy to be as beautiful as
he his, most people don't really pay him too much attention.
But he's gotten too complacent and later Jaejoong will remember thinking that
he really should have known better when one of the larger players grabs him
around the waist and drags him into what is usually the girls locker room, but
gets used by the away teams when the boys athletics teams play.
Jaejoong gets one scream out before his mouth is covered by a large hand. But
someone must have heard it right?
He struggles, kicking his legs and scratching at the arm around his waist.
"Calm down."
"We just want to see what a freak looks like."
Jaejoong freezes. Freak.
How did they know? Freak. Freak. Freak. The words echo in Jaejoong's mind with
the memories of having food thrown at him, being kicked in the stomach, and
body checked into walls. He barely notices when he's placed on his back on one
of the benches, strong hands holding his wrists down above his head.
"Just let us take a look."
See. Look.
It's okay if they just want to look, he tells himself. It's happened before.
Other boys peeking at him under bathroom stalls because kids like Jaejoong
don't get a separate bathroom and no one's going to let someone with a dick use
the girls bathroom.
There was also that time in his second year when a couple of boys from third
year had dragged him up to the rooftop and pulled his pants off. They hadn't
hurt him, not like they would have any other day. They'd just looked.
It speaks to the trauma he's been through that these thoughts actually calm him
down.
He lets out a deep breath and relaxes. One of the boys undoes his belt and
pulls his pants and underwear down his legs. He shuts his eyes as another one
pulls his legs open. He closes his ears to the rude comments they make about
what they find there. Jaejoong isn’t ashamed of himself but there’s no reason
he should he should have to listen to someone talk about his genitalia that
way.
Instead he thinks about what he’s going to see later, what he’ll have for
dinner, how much he needs to study for his math test, anything to keep his mind
off what’s happening. As long as he doesn’t think about it, everything is okay.
If he just lets them look for a few minutes, they’ll get tired and let him
leave and he can pretend it never happened.
Jaejoong lets his thoughts drift until he feels someone touching him between
his legs.
Jaejoong’s eyes fly open. The hand takes itself away from his mouth but he
doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t move.
There’s a boy, tan skinned with a small face, and a full mouth sitting on the
bench between Jaejoong’s open legs. He’s running a finger over Jaejoong’s hole,
the special one that sits behind his balls above his asshole. Jaejoong shudders
at the touch. No one has ever touched him there. He barely touches himself
there, only quickly running a cloth between his legs when he showers to make
sure he’s clean.
“What are you doing?” one of the boys asks, disgusted.
They boy touching him looks at Jaejoong curiously. “I want to see if he gets
wet like a girl,” he replies as he pushes a finger into Jaejoong. “Just hold
him for me.”
Jaejoong squeezes his eyes shut again and tries to pretend this isn’t happening
to him. It doesn’t work, not when he can fell the scrape of the boy’s
fingernail inside him every time he pulls the finger out, not when the finger
pushes in just a little bit faster with every thrust, not when there’s a warmth
gathering in his abdomen, not when he starts to hear a low squelching sound
that’s an auditory answer to the boy’s question.
Yes. He does get wet like a girl.
“Fuck,” comes one voice in a breathless sort of moan.
“Disgusting,” answers another full of scorn.
There’s a prickling in Jaejoong’s eyes and he wants to scream. Why isn’t the
boy stopping. He got what he wanted. He should stop now.
He doesn’t stop.
Jaejoong feels another finger slide into him and thrust quickly along with the
first. Tears escape from the sides of his eyes but he knows they aren’t for the
twinge of pain he feels at the stretch the second finger causes. They’re for
his shame, because it feels good. This boy he’s never met, this stranger
molesting him makes him feel good.
There’s something different about the way Jaejoong feels now from the way he
does when he’s got his hand wrapped around his dick in the privacy of his own
room. This feels less like a tornado ripping through him and more like a gentle
wave gathering force before it comes crashing down on him.
Jaejoong tenses. His body pulls taught and his fingers and toes close around
empty air. He lets out a moan. The sound is out there for the entire room to
hear, long and low, but louder than anything he’s ever heard before.
When the sound fades the hands let go of Jaejoong’s limbs and he covers his
face with his hands. The room is quiet for what seems like forever until it’s
broken bye an awed voice.
“Shit, Yunho.”
The words are like a signal for all the others. Jaejoong can hear laughing and
slaps and lockers slamming mixed in with snide and lusting comments.
“You’re a freak, Jung.”
“I think I’m traumatized. Someone needs to pay for my therapy.”
“Jesus.”
“What’s he feel like?”
“Like he’d be better than fucking a girl.”
Jaejoong doesn’t dare move when he hears the last comment. It’s the same voice
that had wondered idly if Jaejoong gets wet. The boy hasn’t moved either. He’s
still got his fingers shoved up Jaejoong’s hole. He’d stopped moving them in
and out but the fingers rub back and forth over his insides and that feels good
too.
“Sick.”
“Who’d want to fuck that?’
“Freaky little bitch.”
“You’re a kinky mother fucker, Jung.”
There’s a laugh close to Jaejoong and the boy pulls away taking his dirty
fingers with him. “Don’t knock it, hyung.”
Jaejoong doesn’t take the hands off his face until they’ve all left and the
locker room is quiet again. He sits up on the bench and quickly stands when he
feels the wetness against his bottom. He doesn’t look at it, the stuff that
came out of him. He just looks for his pants so he can go home.
“Looking for these?”
Jaejoong jumps at the voice and turns around, cupping his hands over is groin.
It’s that boy. He’s holding Jaejoong's pants up between them.
Jaejoong reaches out a hand to grab them but the boy jerks the pants out of his
reach and drops them behind himself.
Jaejoong puts his hand down and stares at him. The boy cocks his head and
stares back. Jaejoong won’t go get them. He’d rather stand here half naked then
try to squeeze past the boy and bend over to pick them up. He won’t do it.
The boy takes quick steps forward and traps Jaejoong between the lockers and
his body. “You know, you’re really quite pretty.”
Jaejoong’s hands would curl into fists if they weren’t guarding his modesty—
does he even have any modesty left in front of this boy. “I’m not,” he says.
They’re the first words he’s spoken through this entire ordeal and they make
the boy grin. “You are.” He leans in close. “Too pretty for the friends you’ve
got.”
That catches Jaejoong’s attention. What does this boy know about Jaejoong’s
friends. “Wh-what do you mean?”
The boy purses his lips. “Hmm, you’re rather ungrateful. I don’t think I’ll
tell you.” He steps back from Jaejoong and turns to leave.
Jaejoong should leave it alone. He should let the boy go. The boy’s probably
just taunting him. But there’s something in his voice that tells Jaejoong he’s
not and he wants to know.
Jaejoong grabs the sleeve of the boy’s hoodie. “P-please. What do you mean?”
To Jaejoong’s distress, the boy crowds him against the lockers again. Why can’t
he just talk from over there.
“You know our schools have a special relationship.”
That’s one way to put it. What it is is a rivalry steeped in anger, revenge,
blood, and sometimes the politics of their more powerful parents.
Jaejoong nods.
“Well, your friends were pretty sure they would win this game and they wanted
something of ours.”
“What?” Jaejoong asks.
“That’s not important,” Yunho says. “They proposed a wager over it, but of
course if we were going to give up something they wanted, they should bet
something we wanted. And well, they said your school had something we’d never
seen before.”
Jaejoong gulps. He’s filled with dread. They couldn’t. The wouldn’t.
The boy gets in close to him so that when he speaks the words his lips brush
against Jaejoong’s.
“Boy. Pussy.”
They did. They did, they did, they did. Oh god. They did.
The boy steps back again. “Hey,” he says looking into Jaejoong’s eyes.
Jaejoong’s not sure he likes what he hears in the boy’s tone of voice. It
sounds like pity.
“Hey,” he says again, soft and low like he’s talking to a wild animal. “It
wasn’t so bad was it? I made you feel good didn’t I?”
He did. He did, he did, he did. What does that make Jaejoong. What could he
even call what had happened. He hadn’t said no. He hadn’t even struggled all
that much. He came. He came on that this boy’s fingers and he had liked it.
“Hey.” The boy speaks more sharply this time, snapping his fingers in front of
Jaejoong’s face. He curses softly and pulls Jaejoong down to sit on a bench.
Jaejoong’s vaguely aware of the boy helping him pull on his pants, wiping his
face down with a cool cloth, and walking him home after asking where he lives
but he’s lost in his head.
What is he? What is he?
The boy leaves Jaejoong his name and number on a ripped piece of paper. Jung
Yunho.
-
Jaejoong keeps the piece of paper. It’s rolled up with the clothes he wore that
day, shoved into the back of his closet, but he keeps it.
He stops talking to anyone at school, always walking in another direction
whenever he sees Hyunjoong or Seunghyun.
Jaejoong puts the clothes in the laundry. He puts the balled up piece of paper
in a drawer.
He’s quieter at home and goes out less, but he doesn’t get into trouble and his
grades are better than they’ve ever been so his family doesn’t ask too many
questions.
Jaejoong hangs up the clothes where they belong when his mother gives them back
to him washed and folded. He unfolds the piece of paper and lays it flat on his
desk.
He deletes and blocks all the contacts in his phone except his family. He can’t
trust any of the rest of them and Hyunjoong keeps calling him.
Jaejoong wears the clothes. He calls the boy—Yunho.
Jaejoong calls Yunho.
-
Yunho is… funny. Smart. Confident.
A little sweet.
Jaejoong likes him
-
Jaejoong loves the things Yunho says to him through the phone when they’re in
bed in the middle of the night trying to be quiet. He loves the things Yunho
says he would do to him, to his mouth, to his body. He loves they way Yunho
describes the way he would make love to him. He loves when Yunho tells him how
pretty he is. He loves it even more when Yunho tells him he has the prettiest
holes.
-
Jaejoong has a boyfriend. He’s funny and smart and confident and sweet. He’s
possessive but he shares.
-
“Changmin,” Jaejoong answers Yunho’s question. The others chuckle. They all
know Changmin is Jaejoong’s favorite.
Yoochun had been the first. The man’s a complete romantic and he handles
Jaejoong the way he does his girlfriends. With gentle but firm touches and
quiet words, asking Jaejoong if likes it this way or if he’d prefer it that
way. He’s called Jaejoong every pet name under the sun: honey, sugar,
sweetheart, darling. Jaejoong would have gotten angry with being called those
things in any other situation but it’s hard to get mad at Yoochun when the
endearments are followed by does that feel good for you.
Junsu was nervous the first time he touched Jaejoong, all clumsy hands and
nervous smiles and he’d brought Jaejoong to orgasm then rubbed himself against
Jaejoong through the pants Yunho wouldn’t let him take off. Junsu had chastely
pressed a kiss against Jaejoong’s mouth when they were done and although he had
technically broken Yunho’s rules when he’d rubbed himself off against Jaejoong—
the boys were supposed to keep their dicks to themselves— he was so sweet that
neither Yunho nor Jaejoong could really be angry with him.
Kangin is rough. Not painful rough. He’s just very aggressive, very direct. He
leaves hickeys across Jaejoong’s body that Yunho swats at him for and promises
he won’t do it next time. The next time he always leaves even bigger ones.
Hangeng had transferred to their university their sophomore year. He and Yunho
had been fast friends. He’d been a little shocked the first time Yunho had
invited him to his and Jaejoong’s room but they’d all enjoyed themselves. Where
Kangin is fast and aggressive, Hangeng is slow and gentle. Jaejoong had
introduced Hangeng to Heechul the next day and Donghae and Kangin had both
almost gotten themselves arrested after bashing up Siwon’s car when the man had
cursed out Jaejoong out.
Donghae likes to suck Jaejoong’s cock. It’s funny because the man claims he’s
perfectly heterosexual but without fail, every time he gets between Jaejoong’s
legs— every single time— he works him open with his fingers and then when
Jaejoong’s a shuddering mess, Donghae closes his mouth over Jaejoong’s cock and
swallows until Jaejoong’s spilling over his fingers and down his throat. He
says he just likes the way Jaejoong tastes.
Kyuhyun’s a tease, an evil fucking tease. He likes to hear Jaejoong beg. He
puts Jaejoong’s legs over his shoulders and strokes over Jaejoong’s hole with
the tips of his fingers. He watches Jaejoong with a stupid smirk on his face as
he runs light, feathery touches over the rim but never inside, not until
Jaejoong is desperate and screaming for it, squeezing Kyuhyun’s head between
his knees. Evil little shit.
Minho’s the youngest and the way he touches Jaejoong is reverent, like he can’t
believe he’s allowed to. Jaejoong and Yunho always cuddle him after, holding
him between them as Jaejoong rewards him with open mouthed kisses that send
little shots of lightening through all three of them.
And then there’s Changmin. The others are right. Changmin is Jaejoong’s
favorite and he doesn’t care who knows it. None of them ever get jealous over
it.
Changmin, instead of slipping his fingers into Jaejoong’s cunt is more likely
to bury his face between Jaejoong’s legs and lick him out as good as Yunho
does. Changmin doesn’t just break the rules, he demolishes them. He will
always, always, get his, whether it’s sitting Jaejoong on his lap and pressing
up against his ass until he comes, or holding Jaejoong’s hands between his as
he cups them around his cock and strokes, or putting Jaejoong on his hands in
knees so he can thrust between his thighs. Changmin can do these things and
Yunho will be right there swallowing Jaejoong’s cries with his mouth as he does
so.
The last time they were together Changmin had rubbed the tip of his cock across
Jaejoong’s balls, over his cunt, down to his asshole and back up again. He’d
repeated the motion, leaving a glistening wet trail on Jaejoong’s skin, until
his cock had caught on Jaejoong’s cunt. Maybe on purpose, maybe not, but he’d
looked first Jaejoong, then Yunho in the eye and pushed in. Not all the way,
just enough so the head of his cock sat inside. And really, Changmin is Yunho’s
favorite too because Yunho had just stroked Jaejoong’s hair and leaned down to
whisper filthily in his ear.
“Come on, baby. Come for me. Let Changmin see how good you feel around him.”
And Jaejoong did, the shock of it causing him to spasm around Changmin’s cock.
The feel of warm fluid spilling inside of him made him whimper.
He had someone else’s come inside of him, someone who was not Yunho. It should
have made him feel wrong and dirty but Yunho was licking the shell of his ear
telling him how good he’d done and Changmin was fisting his his cock to pull
another orgasm from Jaejoong's body and Jaejoong had just wanted more.
Yunho pulls Jaejoong’s shirt of of the waist of his skinny jeans and and undoes
the button. He slips his hand inside to wrap around Jaejoong’s cock.
Jaejoong moans. It’s good, so very good.
“Hyung,” Changmin complains.
Yunho chuckles and pulls his hand out of Jaejoong’s pants. He nips Jaejoong’s
neck then pushes his boyfriend forward into Changmin’s arms.
Jaejoong wraps his arms around Changmin’s neck and tilts his face up for a
kiss.
Changmin licks along the seam of Jaejoong’s mouth but doesn’t give him what he
wants. Instead he unwraps the arms from his neck and runs his hands up
Jaejoong’s sides pulling the shirt up with them until its over Jaejoong’s head
and discarded on the floor.
Jaejoong shivers, whether its for the hands on his skin or from the cool air
suddenly breezing over his body he doesn’t know.
Changmin kneels down in front of him curls his fingers into the waist of
Jaejoong’s jeans before peeling them down his legs. Jaejoong braces himself on
Changmin’s shoulders as he lifts one leg, kicking off an unlaced boot and
tugging it free of the pants, then the other.
Changmin strokes up the back of his legs until his and rests his hands on
Jaejoong’s hips and kisses his hip bone.
“So pretty.”
Jaejoong flushes. He hates being called pretty unless the word comes from one
of the mouths in this room. These men can call him pretty all they like and he
will blossom under their words like a flower in spring.
Changmin stands up, hands never leaving their place on Jaejoong’s hips and
walks Jaejoong backward to the closest bench. He sits Jaejoong down on the end
and pushes him to lie back, so that his ass is half hanging over the edge. He
gets back down on his knees and puts Jaejoong’s legs over his shoulders. He
places one hand over Jaejoong’s stomach and the other behind his thigh then
licks his lips once before leaning in and fastening his mouth over Jaejoong’s
cunt.
“ Oh, fuck.” Jaejoong spasms as Changmin’s tongue pushes into him with forceful
licks. His hands go flying towards Changmin’s head but they’re grabbed before
he can sink his fingers into the man’s hair.
“You know Changmin hates it when you pull his hair,” Yunho says, pinning
Jaejoong’s hands over his head.
He kneels down and seals his mouth over Jaejoong’s stroking the tip of his
tongue over Jaejoong’s and across the roof of his mouth.
Jaejoong closes his lips around Yunho’s tongue and sucks, sighing happily at
the moan his boyfriend gives him. He loves Yunho’s mouth. Jaejoong thinks he
could live without sex as long as he could have Yunho’s mouth.
A hard suck from Changmin makes him pull away from the kiss. “Ah!” he cries
out.
So good, so good, so good.
He plants his feet on Changmin’s back and lifts his hips up to press himself
more firmly against the man’s mouth. Changmin is swallowing around him with
every suck and Jaejoong will spill all the slick his body can produce for him
if Changmin wants to drink it.
Yunho licks Jaejoong’s lips, not resuming the kiss so that they can all enjoy
the sounds spilling from his mouth.
“Our Changmin is always so good to you isn’t he?” Yunho says.
“Ah, hah,” is Jaejoong’s breathless answer. He can’t talk.
“We should do something for him. To thank him.”
“Mmhmm,” Jaejoong answers and grinds himself onto Changmin’s mouth. He knows
where Yunho is going with this. His boyfriend is a filthy bastard.
“Maybe after you’ve come so prettily for everyone we could take Changmin home
with us and sit your tight little asshole on his cock.”
Changmin’s fingers dig into Jaejoong’s thigh at those words and Jaejoong lets
out a keening whine.
A filthy, delicious bastard.
“Would you like that, baby?” Yunho asks with a smirk, stroking Jaejoong’s cheek
with his thumb.
Jaejoong whimpers.
“Yeah, I think you’d both like that,” he says. “And maybe in a few years, when
he’s ready, we’ll sit your pretty cunt on him as many times as it takes for you
to give him a son, or a pretty little girl. How about that?”
Jaejoong would do it. He loves this team but Changmin is different. Changmin
touches him the way Yunho does, talks to him the way Yunho does, takes care of
him the way Yunho does. Jaejoong adores Changmin.
Maybe it’s the thought of Changmin inside him or the idea of carrying the man’s
child that pulls Jaejoong’s orgasm from him. Or maybe it’s the other thoughts
running through Jaejoong’s head that do it. The thought of carrying twins, one
Yunho’s and one Changmin’s, because Jaejoong knows that happens. The thought of
Yunho fucking him while he’s still stretched from Changmin’s cock with his come
still inside him. The the thought of him laying on Yunho’s chest while Changmin
works his fingers into Jaejoong’s hole next to Yunho’s cock so he can fit his
own up there, snug right up against Yunho’s. The thought of Yunho licking all
that slick off of Changmin’s face.
The thought of Yunho fucking Changmin for Jaejoong to watch.
That’s the one the one that has Jaejoong’s back arching of the bench and
whining in protest when Yunho’s hand squeezes around the base of his cock.
“Not that one, baby. Not until the end. Everyone worked so hard to win that
trophy for you. Don’t tell me you want to be done already?”
Jaejoong glares at him.
Yunho leans forward and pecks his mouth. “Later, baby. You can have him later.”
Later, because he still had seven more orgasms that would be pulled from him.
Because this is what they had asked for. Because they did win that fucking
trophy for him.
Because Jaejoong fucking loves them.
End Notes
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