Let me help (Sujae, NC-17)
Title: Let me help
Rating: NC-17
Pairings : Sujae (main), mentioned JaexYoochun, JaexYunho, Yunjaechun, read between the lines Jaemin
Genre: Romance, fluff, angst
Summary: Jaejoong is like a worried mother hen around Junsu, always paying attention but never the right kind. Based on Junsu's injury and the lovely pics of Jae pushing him around in the wheelchair.
A/N: Based on the pictures of Jae wheeling Junsu around and Junsu’s injury. Though of course, I’ve twisted it to my own liking 8D.
When Junsu injures his leg he feels fear, real fear as it sets in he can’t walk, can’t stand without horrible, tight pain shooting up his leg. The metal is cold beneath his hands, strange, foreign and he can’t help the bite in his voice when he talks to Hyukjae on the phone later that night; Hyukjae still in Korea, him in Kobe. He knows Hyukjae understands and semi-resents him for it, if only he’d been a jerk about his leg then Junsu would have every right to act like a brat and yell at him. But as best friends go, he doesn’t and instead leaves Junsu with the parting comment of “I’ll beat your puffy ass at football when you’re better amateur!”
His band members are constantly watching him, 24/7, making sure it doesn’t get worse even though the doctor said it’s just a sprain, he’ll be fine for Tokyo. Among all the things Junsu fears, not being able to walk, dance in their Dome Tour is one of the biggest. Singing in the Tokyo Dome had been a far away dream four years ago and finally, after so much hard work and alienation they’ve finally achieved it. Jaejoong was like a mother hen, petting, cooing, fluffing up pillows and tucking him into bed beneath thick blankets. By the end of the first week Junsu was ready to scream as Jaejoong appeared to take Junsu for his morning shower before he prepared breakfast, sponge and towel in hand, a blissfully oblivious smile on his face (“Good morning Junsu-yah, ready for your shower? I made it a bath today, a bubble bath, aren’t I thoughtful?” Junsu was grateful for the bubbles and grabbed the towel out of his hyung’s hands immediately after).
Yunho had made sure all prior commitments were either cancelled or rescheduled so Junsu didn’t have to exert himself; Yoochun sang songs with him and showed him his new compositions (depressing, slightly happy but ended up depressing, Korean drama oh-dear-god-I’m-going-to-cry depressing); even the maknae made an effort to be nice to him by sharing with him some “special videos” and losing easily on video games.
In Kobe Jaejoong’s eyes never left Junsu who felt stranded in his chair, singing alone as the members walked around the stage, singing, dancing the routine they’d been practicing for the last few months. When they sang together though, it was like there was only Jaejoong and him standing in that big arena; voices blending and curling around each other as they soared higher and higher and Jaejoong’s big, deep eyes focused on Junsu, on Junsu only. Then the spotlight went off and all the bigger lights came on as the rest of the members started singing and their connection was broken as Jaejoong turned away to face the fans, smiling cheekily. Junsu’s face fell (his heart had fallen long ago) but years of training allowed him to quickly put back his cheerful mask (besides, the fans would think it was his leg). He reveled in the attention he received during the encore as Jaejoong came running to him (“Yah! Kim Junsu! Junsu-yah, I’ll be your guide!”), stroking his arms and face before grabbing hold of the wheelchair and racing around the stadium, laughing like he was on some drug that made people infinitely happy, mad, out of their mind (Junsu knew he was, Jaejoong, him, them both). Jaejoong played the part of doting mother, loving band member so well Junsu almost believed him, almost. Though he was glad he didn’t believe (Changmin told him he’d probably killed a fairy now) when he lay on his futon that night, hearing the sounds of Yoochun fucking Jaejoong the next room over, thin tatami walls sparing nothing and everything. They kept their voices low though, but Junsu, ear pressed against the small divide could hear the loving words that Yoochun whispered, kissed along and down Jaejoong, Jaejoong who was making such sinful moans and noises as Yoochun made him come , pounding into him from behind.
Junsu became moodier after that, slapping Jaejoong’s hands away whenever the oldest tried to feed him or drag him for a shower (“I’m not an invalid hyung, leave me alone!”) but Jaejoong smiled though his eyes held hurt and laughed that stupid, melodious laugh of his and took hold of his heart anyway. They reached Saitama and little by little, Junsu’s leg was getting better. Yunho nodded his approval, having rescheduled even more events later so he’d have more time to rest. In Saitama Jaejoong once again ran to push him around during the encore, or so he thought, but instead pushed him into Yunho who wheeled him carefully around the stage. Junsu laughed and clapped, but inside he glared at Jaejoong, glared at Yoochun, the Soulmates who were now pretending to kiss Changmin onstage. When Jaejoong came running back Junsu mumbled something unintelligible to their manly leader, who blinked owlishly as he tried to understand, and pulled himself upright so he was standing and walked towards the middle, towards the fans, away from Jaejoong. The cheers and screams of joy and “Ganbatte!” filled his ears and gave him encouragement to keep walking, for he knew if he turned back he’d see those eyes looking at him with hurt.
That night Jaejoong tucked him in, soft hands and soft eyes, stroking his forehead as he murmured nonsense into Junsu’s ear before kissing him on the forehead and leaving. That night Yoochun fucked Jaejoong again, made him come twice, first time drawing it out slowly, second time hard and fast. Junsu glared at the empty futon besides him; neither Changmin nor his laptop was in sight, the stupid maknae. Bitterly Junsu thought if he wanted to watch porn he might as well have stayed here and made a hole in the paper wall. Not like they’d notice anyway. Stupid, horny, disrespectful dongsaengs. When a third voice joined them that night-Yunho-Junsu found himself staring at the ceiling, wishing he was in another room, hotel, place, country, somewhere he didn’t have to hear them speaking so intimately and hearing Jaejoong moan like that, scream like that. Wet slapping sounds filled his ears, Yunho grunted and Jaejoong screamed again (“Oh God, Yunnie, it hurts, it hurts!”) as Yoochun and Yunho laid butterfly kisses and let him get used to the pain as they both thrust into him, hitting all the right spots and touching every inch of his beautiful body.
When Junsu woke up the next morning Changmin was snoring in his futon and Jaejoong was breathing softly beside him, angelic face peaceful and wicked. Junsu kicked him viciously and he rolled out of the blanket with a yelp, rubbing his sore leg and pouting. Changmin snorted in his sleep and continued snoring. Jaejoong fussed as Jaejoong does, untucking him, straightening his pajamas, stroking his sides and back as Junsu forced himself up and
“Junsu, what’s that stain?”
“Nothing hyung, I’m fine.”
“Oh no, Junsu-ah, I should’ve helped you last night! Oh no, I didn’t know you needed-”
“Seriously, it’s fine! I’m fine ok, I don’t need your help to go to the toilet, I’m not some stupid, useless invalid! Go help Yunho or Yoochun or something!”
Jaejoong looked at him sideways through lowered lashes, biting his perfectly shaped mouth (Junsu wanted to kiss him, kiss him until all traces of Yoochun and Yunho were gone), looked sad, angry, guilty.
“Junsu-ah…”
“I’m fine!” Junsu turned to stomp out of the room but instead cried out and toppled over as the pain sky-rocketed as he slammed his foot on the ground. Jaejoong’s arms flew out to catch him (too late hyung, too late) but Junsu had already fallen and he shoved away the hands that tried to pick him back up after “Go away, just go away!” and hobbled into the bathroom, slamming the door. The great thing about showers was that even when you’re crying, you can pretend you’re not.
By the time they’d reached Osaka, Junsu’s leg was almost fully healed and he didn’t wait for Jaejoong to come running and he was walking around more, dancing sometimes when it wasn’t too much; sticking to the maknae when they walked around freely. Every day Jaejoong woke up him, tried to bathe him, made him breakfast, escorted him to and from venues, tried to bathe him again, make him little snacks, tuck him into bed. Every night without fail, either Yoochun or Yunho would be in Jaejoong’s room, no matter whether the walls where thin or thick Junsu could still hear, see, feel Jaejoong being pushed further into the mattress or riding them, could picture that look of ecstasy on his face. Changmin was never there when he was awake but was always there when we woke up; snoring softly as he mumbled garbled English and Japanese (the sadistic part of Junsu wanted to kick him awake for abandoning him every night…And being a bad dongsaeng in general).
Finally, after years and months of waiting they stood proudly on the stage in that great, big, ‘Fucking massive’ as Yoochun put it, stadium that was Tokyo Dome, the roar of the fans almost deafening, a sea of red lights moving in unison before them. Their voices were better than even, clear and crisp as they sang out with everything they had, five of them in perfect harmony and sync (Junsu was a good actor), laughing and fooling around on stage as Junsu found himself dancing and running freely (running, running away from those soft hands and dark eyes), back to his old self. On the last night they celebrated, Yoochun passing out after one too many cups of sake and Changmin declaring himself Leader of the New World, a tie wrapped around his head. Jaejoong tucked him into bed again (Junsu pretended he was asleep), hands warm as he rubbed circles and spoke nonsense and mixed up words and sentences as he talked to them both before closing the door. Changmin was sharing a room with Yoochun tonight; Yunho having dragged their passed out bodies into the next room. Junsu waited for what he knew was about to happen, 3,2,
“Yunho, harder, harder!”
1.
In the next room over Yunho let out a growl (“Boojae, Jae you feel so good” “Right there Yunho, make me come!”) as both he and Jaejoong came, falling into the mattress with contented sighs. Junsu tried desperately to think about anything else, ducks, puppies, kittens, their Balloons video, Oh God, Tiger Yunho fucking Lion Jaejoong like bunnies, oh no no no, Tiger Yunho fucking Jaejoong as Bunny Yoochun sucked Jaejoong off, ARGH FUCKING HELL!
“Junsu-ah, why so tense?”
Despite the darkness, Junsu was pretty sure his hyung was smirking as he slid his hands down Junsu’s stomach, towards the waistband of his pants. Even in the dark he could see Jaejoong was naked, the dim light outlining a lean silhouette. A face full of sharp angles and smooth flesh, wicked lovely eyes.
“Fuck off hyung, I’m tired. Go back to our glorious leader.”
Jaejoong pouted, he was so sure Jaejoong was pouting.
“But Junsu-ah, I want to be with you,” he whispered, slipping the hand down and under. Junsu jerked as nimble fingers wrapped around the base of his erection. “Let me help you Junsu-ah.”
Junsu snapped. He grabbed Jaejoong’s arms and flipped them over so the other man was lying beneath him and rolled his hips (just because he knew he could, knew they turned Jaejoong on), hard. Jaejoong groaned, the blood rushing back again as he cock started to stiffen.
“You want to help me hyung? You really want to help me?”
Jaejoong’s hair was a mess as he strained upwards, trying to ease and gain more of the delicious friction, kissing Junsu’s chest and arms frantically.
“Yes Junsu-ah, I’ll do anything, let me help you, ah!”
Junsu bit down on his collarbone, one hand reaching up to play with his piercing. Jaejoong moaned like a whore, needy and wanton.
“You kept me waiting, you fuck Yoochun and Yunho every night, let them pound you into the mattress, screaming so obscenely.”
Jaejoong pulled their lips together and Junsu found himself falling once again before they broke away to breathe.
“You’re a little too late hyung.”
He pushed Jaejoong away, pretending he wasn’t turned out, pretending he wanted nothing more than to let Jaejoong take him the way he’d taken his heart (fast and hard). He felt Jaejoong crawl over to him, arms encircling his body, playing idly with his chest, pinching and teasing his nipples until they grew as hard as he was.
“But Junsu-yah, isn’t it better this way? You’re all better now.”
And suddenly his pants were gone and Jaejoong’s hot mouth enveloped his cock, sucking loudly, unashamed as he cupped his balls, before deep throating him, Junsu letting out a loud moan as he grabbed fistfuls of hair, pushing further down into the unbearable warmth. Jaejoong grinned against his cock, letting it slide out with a ‘pop’, before spreading himself above Junsu. Junsu gaped, surprised.
“Don’t you want to”
“No.”
“Don’t you need?”
“Yunho already took care of that,” replied Jaejoong, and in the dim light that emanated from the small crack in the door Junsu could make out the faint white streaks running out of Jaejoong’s hole, right before Jaejoong slammed himself down onto Junsu, wrapping smooth arms around his neck (“Junsu-ah, oh, Junsu-ah”) and Junsu found himself pushing up into his tight hole, still so tight even after Yunho’s rough lovemaking. Jaejoong’s soft hands were stroking his face, fingers winding their way into his hair, plush lips molding to Junsu’s as they moved together, Junsu’s hands playing with his cock, his nipple piercing. Jaejoong was so hard, so wanton and it took a few hard strokes before they cried out in unison (and even then Junsu found their voices beautiful in their harmony) and Jaejoong collapsed and melts into him, like music and lyrics, purring against Junsu, cum leaking out of his entrance and splattered against his chest and cock; Junsu slipping slowly out. Jaejoong smiled, sated, against his skin, crawling slowly up to tuck Junsu’s face in his chest.
“I’m glad you’re ok now Junsu-ah.”
Junsu snuggled further into his chest, pulling the covers over them before reaching down to grab Jaejoong’s cock, stroking it teasingly. Jaejoong gasped into his hair, hot breath filling his ears.
“I think you need to help me more.”
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Omake:
“Hyung?”
“Yeah Su-ah?”
“Have you noticed Minnie’s been moody lately? He doesn’t come to bed ‘til late.”
“…Isn’t that because Yunho burnt all his discs?”
“….”
“….”
“….”
“….Fine, we’ll invite him! But I’m topping! He’s not topping me too!”
“I thought you said you could bend in ways I could never imagine.”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t tie me to a bed for three hours and leave me!”
“Like you didn’t get turned on.”
“…I’m topping.”
A/N: Comments are always appreciated ^__^