Who's Coming Home With Me Tonight 5
Title: Who 's Coming Home With Me Tonight 5/?
Genre: Angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Junho/Junsu, Junho/Taecyeon
Summary: Junsu, a frustrated top-class business man, has a one night stand with a prostitute. Stumbling drunk, he finds his way home and wakes up the next morning with a killer headache. When he recalls that night, he jumps out of bed and wanders back down the alley he crawled out of, asking for a 'Lee Junho'. Did he really have paid sex with a man? Did he just pay for it? He needed to find out the truth.
Note: Lollllllllll a month later... I'M SORRY, I'll understand if you stop reading this. No dirty junbros in this chapter xD;
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM.
Junsu felt a gentle shove to his shoulder, trying to disturb him from his slumber. He groaned before opening his eyes slowly. “Hyung,” Chansung whispered, pressing on his shoulder again, “Get up, we have to go to work.” Junsu sighed, sitting up in the bed. A shiver caused him to look down at his bare chest and he blushed. He didn't miss Chansung's grin as the tall boy stepped out of the doorway. He glanced over at Junho, the small boy wrapped up in the comforter. Junsu couldn't help the small smile that spread onto his lips. He was about to lean over and kiss the younger boy when Chansung cleared his throat as he walked by the door. Junsu sighed, pulling himself out from under the covers. He went in search for his clothes, finding everything but his muscle shirt. He shivered as he pulled his shirt over his naked chest, not used to the feeling.
He stepped out of the bedroom once he was fully dressed and ready to go, stopping in the doorway as he noticed Jinwoon with his lips pressed tight against Chansung's. Junsu sighed, sneaking his way around them to put on his shoes. He ignored the soft moan from the youngest boy as he stepped into his shoe. He faced the door, waiting for Chansung before the tall boy gave him a gentle push. He glanced at Jinwoon, getting a queasy feeling in his stomach as the tall boy smirked and winked at him.
Junsu rubbed his chest, still feeling awkward about not wearing a muscle shirt underneath. It was like a second layer of skin to him. Thoughts of the night filled his head as he tried to remember where he placed the missing article of clothing. He shuddered, thinking about Junho's fingers sliding up his chest. 'Of course I wouldn't remember where my shirt is... I wasn't conscious when I- Junho took it off.' Junsu cleared his throat when he heard shuffling in the doorway.
“Sir, there's a visitor for you.”
He raised a brow, not expecting anyone, “Send them in.” Junsu's eyes widened as Junho stepped in, their eyes meeting but Junsu felt an unwelcoming sense. “C-close the door,” he said to his secretary. Junsu licked his lips out of nervousness, watching the other boy approach his desk.
“Nice set up you have here,” Junho said, looking around the office, “You said that you worked at the company but you didn't say you were the boss. Must be tough.”
Junsu opened his mouth, wanting to say a million things at once, “Why are you here?” He bit his lip, seeing Junho's brow furrow in anger.
“You left your shirt,” the small boy said, throwing a small paper bag onto the table, “Thought I'd be nice and bring it to you. Sorry I didn't have time to wash it your highness.”
The older boy inhaled sharply, scrambling out of his chair as Junho turned on his heel to leave, “Wait!” Junsu's actions were faster than his brain could work as he wrapped his arms around the small boy's waist, trapping his arms against his sides. “I didn't mean to sound rude... You surprised me and I didn't really know what to say. I didn't think you'd come here.”
“I don't want you to stalking me at work...” Junho bit his lip, not saying that Junsu could come to his place any time.
“I'm sorry. I promise-” the taller boy paused. The thought of no longer seeing Junho made his chest suddenly feel tight. It was just a natural reaction he was sure but in the circumstances of their meetings, it seemed awkward to call them friends. Every time they were together, inappropriate things happened, even the time that Junsu met up with Junho outside of work.
“You promise?” Junho interrupted his thoughts.
“Nothing... Nevermind.”
“I have to go,” the small boy said, pulling himself out of Junsu's arms.
“Will I see you again?”
Junho blinked, raising a brow. Junsu didn't miss the slight head shake from the smaller boy, “Bye,” Junho said before leaving.
Junho rested his arm over his eyes, feeling the sunlight peek through his curtains and heat up his skin. The light just barely hit his face as it streaming along his shoulder, down his chest and stomach, to his left leg. He hadn't even bothered to flop on his bed properly when he stepped into his room. He laid sideways on the large furniture.
“Hyung?”
He groaned, not moving as Jinwoon stepped into the room. His breath hitched as he felt hands glide up his thighs before they rested on his hips. There was a sudden weight on his body.
“Hyung,” Jinwoon whispered in his ear, “Did you two do it last night?”
Junho sighed, lifting his arm to push the larger boy away. He rolled over, ignoring Jinwoon's whines as he laid on his stomach. He growled as the younger boy massaged his ass.
“Come on hyung, tell me... You know if you don't answer, I'll assume you did have sex with him.”
“Assume whatever you want. I'm not going to tell you anything.”
“We talk about clients all the time and this is something you want to keep a secret? I feel hurt hyung. I thought we were friends.”
Junho rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear this, “Fuck off.”
“Can I fuck you instead?” Jinwoon laughed as he hit the floor, rubbing his chest and avoiding the older boy's foot as it kicked for a second time. He climbed off the floor, slapping Junho's ass, “I'll find out eventually. You don't have to tell me.”
Junho narrowed his eyes, throwing a pillow as the tall boy left his room and shut the door.
“Oh,” Jinwoon poked his head in, “I'm going out and I don't know what time I'll be back.”
“Skipping work?”
“No, I have today off,” the younger boy smiled, his eyes almost disappearing.
“Yeah whatever, get out of here,” Junho didn't want to imagine what the other boy was up to but he was sure Chansung was involved. “Sickos...”
Junho nudged his face into the pillow, feeling the soft plushness of it. It suddenly made him feel tired and he stretched out, letting the thick comforter absorb his conscious mind as he fell asleep.
A high-pitched tone suddenly shocked Junho out of his slumber as he groaned. When he finally came to, the ringtone clicked in his mind and he scrambled around on the bed, “Hello?” he said, sleep clear in his voice.
“Are you alone?”
Junho swallowed, waiting a moment before remembering that Jinwoon was out, “Yes.” He knew that even if he wasn't home, it wouldn't stop him from what was about to happen.
“Grab it.”
He felt his heart race already despite the short sentence but those two words were all he needed as he slid his hand over his crotch, grabbing it roughly and yelping into the phone.
“Stroke it.”
Junho slowly palmed his crotch, breathing heavily into the receiver as he thought about the person on the other end, “H-hyung...”
“How does it feel?”
“It feels good,” he slid his tongue over his lip before biting down on it. He raised his hips, rocking them into his hand as he continued to stroke himself over his pants. He ran his thumb over the tip, feeling it through the material, “Ah hyung...”
“Junho,” the small boy shivered, “Do you want to touch it?”
“Y-yes.”
“Beg.”
Junho let out a shuddered breath, “Hyung please... Please let me touch my cock. It hurts... It's leaking into my underwear. It's throbbing hyung please!” he whined, bucking his hips off the bed.
“Fine,” a stressed voice said, “Touch it.”
He quickly unbuttoned his pants, forcing them down his hips along with his underwear before wrapping his fingers around his hot cock. Junho let out a loud moan, making the person on the other end of the phone choke, “Ah fuck hyung.”
“Are you wet?”
Junho opened his eyes, staring at the tip of his cock as the pre-cum glistened, “Y-yes hyung... There's so much.”
“It's because you teased it so well... Pump your cock Junho, let me hear you cum.”
The voice sent shivers all the way down to Junho's cock as it twitched in his hand. He started at the base, stroking slowly before picking up the sticky clear liquid and running it over his thick length. Junho moaned, squeezing the tip of his cock as he teased it, thumbing the slit, “H-hyung... It won't stop leaking...”
“That's because you're doing a good job Junho...” the voice panted, “Taste it. Tell me how it tastes.”
Junho slid his finger over the head of his cock, pushing against the hole to swipe more pre-cum as it leaked. He opened his mouth, slipping finger passed his lips and moaning around it, still stroking himself lazily.
“How does it taste?”
“Bitter... Not like hyungs...” he heard the voice on the other end chuckle.
“Do you like the taste of hyung's cum?”
“Mm,” Junho moaned, closing his eyes and licking his lips.
“You like it when hyung's cum fills you up don't you?”
“Yes hyung,” Junho panted, starting to stroke himself faster. The skin around his cock tightened as the voice filled his ears.
“You love hyung's cock. It's so thick in your mouth before I bend you over and stick it in your ass.”
He rolled his head back, his ass suddenly aching.
“Junho, finger your ass. I'm sure it's feeling lonely.”
“Y-yes hyung.”
Junho slicked up his fingers, slipping his tongue between them to coat them. He arched his hips off the bed before sliding them into his hole. His high-pitched moan echoed in the phone as his muscles clamped around his fingers.
“It's been a while, hasn't it Junho?”
“Yes h-hyung... My ass feels so lonely without your cock.”
“Soon Junho, I will see you soon.”
Junho bit his lip, dropping his hips onto his fingers as he fucked himself. As he pulled away from his digits, he slipped his cock through his hand. He could feel the sweat soaking his bangs to his face as he pleasured himself. He moaned, making sure to sound everything loudly so that his caller could hear it.
“Are you imagining that you're sitting on my cock Junho? Stroking your inside with my thickness...”
Junho whimpered, “Yes... God yes your cock feels so good in my ass hyung... I want it harder. Please hyung.”
“Then move your fingers. I know you like it rough.”
He squeezed his cock, clenching around his fingers as he slammed his hips down. Junho let out a loud yelp, feeling his legs start to grow weak. “H-hyung, I can't...”
“Are you going to cum Junho?”
“Y-yes hyung, I'm going to cum... Ah hyung!” Junho's hips twitched as he shot white ribbons of thick cum onto his stomach. His moan echoed through the room, coming back into his own ears as his cock throbbed in his hand, still erupting. Junho fell back against the bed, panting harshly against the phone. His body twitched as his orgasm continued to rip through him.
“Junho, did you cum a lot?”
“Yes...”
“Show me.”
Junho pulled the phone from his ear, hitting the camera application and snapping a photo. He hit the send button and pressed the speaker back to his ear.
“Mm Junho, you must have teased yourself pretty hard.”
“I-I was thinking of you hyung... You do this to me.”
“I'm glad. You're such a dirty little whore.”
“Hyung...”
“You want more, don't you?”
“Ye-” the doorbell suddenly went off.
“What was that?”
“Someone's at the door.”
“Get it.”
“But hyung,” Junho whined.
“You can continue without me, you know how. I'll call you tomorrow.”
Junho sighed, hearing the click on the other end before rolling off the bed. He hit the floor, his mind-blowing orgasm turning his leg to jelly. He grabbed a tissue, wiping off the drying cum as the doorbell rang out again. Junho quickly pulled his pants, not worrying about his unbuttoned shirt as he stumbled to the door.
“Junsu!… What are you doing here?” Junho asked, trying not to show his discomfort as he stared at the boy at his door.
“I wanted to… Um, hang out.”
“Listen Junsu, I’m kind of in the middle of something,” he said, feeling his cock twitch, clearly needing another release.
“I brought food,” Junsu smiled awkwardly, holding up the bags in his hands. He didn't know if it was possible but he wanted to start a real relationship. His earlier approaches weren't ones that he wanted to tell people later when they would ask how they met. Junsu wanted to met the other boy out of work.
The younger boy sighed, frowning as he rubbed his forehead, “Okay, come in for a little while.”
Junsu followed the other boy into the apartment, looking around, “So… You’re alone today?” He stopped, almost bumping into Junho as the other boy paused.
“Listen, I don’t know what kind of relationship you’ve pictured in your head but… We can’t be friends Junsu,” Junho turned around, looking at the older boy.
“Friends? Junho, I just want you to be in my life!” Junsu’s eyes widened, as well as Junho’s as the taller boy covered his mouth. The words shocked even himself.
“No,” Junho shook his head, “We can’t do this, you can’t do this. You should leave. Now,” He pushed Junsu towards the door, feeling that comfortable barrier shatter.
“Wait… Junho,”
The small boy dug into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and handing Junsu a few bills, “For the food, I’m sorry and… Please don’t ever come back.”
Genre: Angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Junho/Junsu, Junho/Taecyeon
Summary: Junsu, a frustrated top-class business man, has a one night stand with a prostitute. Stumbling drunk, he finds his way home and wakes up the next morning with a killer headache. When he recalls that night, he jumps out of bed and wanders back down the alley he crawled out of, asking for a 'Lee Junho'. Did he really have paid sex with a man? Did he just pay for it? He needed to find out the truth.
Note: Lollllllllll a month later... I'M SORRY, I'll understand if you stop reading this. No dirty junbros in this chapter xD;
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM.
Junsu felt a gentle shove to his shoulder, trying to disturb him from his slumber. He groaned before opening his eyes slowly. “Hyung,” Chansung whispered, pressing on his shoulder again, “Get up, we have to go to work.” Junsu sighed, sitting up in the bed. A shiver caused him to look down at his bare chest and he blushed. He didn't miss Chansung's grin as the tall boy stepped out of the doorway. He glanced over at Junho, the small boy wrapped up in the comforter. Junsu couldn't help the small smile that spread onto his lips. He was about to lean over and kiss the younger boy when Chansung cleared his throat as he walked by the door. Junsu sighed, pulling himself out from under the covers. He went in search for his clothes, finding everything but his muscle shirt. He shivered as he pulled his shirt over his naked chest, not used to the feeling.
He stepped out of the bedroom once he was fully dressed and ready to go, stopping in the doorway as he noticed Jinwoon with his lips pressed tight against Chansung's. Junsu sighed, sneaking his way around them to put on his shoes. He ignored the soft moan from the youngest boy as he stepped into his shoe. He faced the door, waiting for Chansung before the tall boy gave him a gentle push. He glanced at Jinwoon, getting a queasy feeling in his stomach as the tall boy smirked and winked at him.
Junsu rubbed his chest, still feeling awkward about not wearing a muscle shirt underneath. It was like a second layer of skin to him. Thoughts of the night filled his head as he tried to remember where he placed the missing article of clothing. He shuddered, thinking about Junho's fingers sliding up his chest. 'Of course I wouldn't remember where my shirt is... I wasn't conscious when I- Junho took it off.' Junsu cleared his throat when he heard shuffling in the doorway.
“Sir, there's a visitor for you.”
He raised a brow, not expecting anyone, “Send them in.” Junsu's eyes widened as Junho stepped in, their eyes meeting but Junsu felt an unwelcoming sense. “C-close the door,” he said to his secretary. Junsu licked his lips out of nervousness, watching the other boy approach his desk.
“Nice set up you have here,” Junho said, looking around the office, “You said that you worked at the company but you didn't say you were the boss. Must be tough.”
Junsu opened his mouth, wanting to say a million things at once, “Why are you here?” He bit his lip, seeing Junho's brow furrow in anger.
“You left your shirt,” the small boy said, throwing a small paper bag onto the table, “Thought I'd be nice and bring it to you. Sorry I didn't have time to wash it your highness.”
The older boy inhaled sharply, scrambling out of his chair as Junho turned on his heel to leave, “Wait!” Junsu's actions were faster than his brain could work as he wrapped his arms around the small boy's waist, trapping his arms against his sides. “I didn't mean to sound rude... You surprised me and I didn't really know what to say. I didn't think you'd come here.”
“I don't want you to stalking me at work...” Junho bit his lip, not saying that Junsu could come to his place any time.
“I'm sorry. I promise-” the taller boy paused. The thought of no longer seeing Junho made his chest suddenly feel tight. It was just a natural reaction he was sure but in the circumstances of their meetings, it seemed awkward to call them friends. Every time they were together, inappropriate things happened, even the time that Junsu met up with Junho outside of work.
“You promise?” Junho interrupted his thoughts.
“Nothing... Nevermind.”
“I have to go,” the small boy said, pulling himself out of Junsu's arms.
“Will I see you again?”
Junho blinked, raising a brow. Junsu didn't miss the slight head shake from the smaller boy, “Bye,” Junho said before leaving.
Junho rested his arm over his eyes, feeling the sunlight peek through his curtains and heat up his skin. The light just barely hit his face as it streaming along his shoulder, down his chest and stomach, to his left leg. He hadn't even bothered to flop on his bed properly when he stepped into his room. He laid sideways on the large furniture.
“Hyung?”
He groaned, not moving as Jinwoon stepped into the room. His breath hitched as he felt hands glide up his thighs before they rested on his hips. There was a sudden weight on his body.
“Hyung,” Jinwoon whispered in his ear, “Did you two do it last night?”
Junho sighed, lifting his arm to push the larger boy away. He rolled over, ignoring Jinwoon's whines as he laid on his stomach. He growled as the younger boy massaged his ass.
“Come on hyung, tell me... You know if you don't answer, I'll assume you did have sex with him.”
“Assume whatever you want. I'm not going to tell you anything.”
“We talk about clients all the time and this is something you want to keep a secret? I feel hurt hyung. I thought we were friends.”
Junho rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear this, “Fuck off.”
“Can I fuck you instead?” Jinwoon laughed as he hit the floor, rubbing his chest and avoiding the older boy's foot as it kicked for a second time. He climbed off the floor, slapping Junho's ass, “I'll find out eventually. You don't have to tell me.”
Junho narrowed his eyes, throwing a pillow as the tall boy left his room and shut the door.
“Oh,” Jinwoon poked his head in, “I'm going out and I don't know what time I'll be back.”
“Skipping work?”
“No, I have today off,” the younger boy smiled, his eyes almost disappearing.
“Yeah whatever, get out of here,” Junho didn't want to imagine what the other boy was up to but he was sure Chansung was involved. “Sickos...”
Junho nudged his face into the pillow, feeling the soft plushness of it. It suddenly made him feel tired and he stretched out, letting the thick comforter absorb his conscious mind as he fell asleep.
A high-pitched tone suddenly shocked Junho out of his slumber as he groaned. When he finally came to, the ringtone clicked in his mind and he scrambled around on the bed, “Hello?” he said, sleep clear in his voice.
“Are you alone?”
Junho swallowed, waiting a moment before remembering that Jinwoon was out, “Yes.” He knew that even if he wasn't home, it wouldn't stop him from what was about to happen.
“Grab it.”
He felt his heart race already despite the short sentence but those two words were all he needed as he slid his hand over his crotch, grabbing it roughly and yelping into the phone.
“Stroke it.”
Junho slowly palmed his crotch, breathing heavily into the receiver as he thought about the person on the other end, “H-hyung...”
“How does it feel?”
“It feels good,” he slid his tongue over his lip before biting down on it. He raised his hips, rocking them into his hand as he continued to stroke himself over his pants. He ran his thumb over the tip, feeling it through the material, “Ah hyung...”
“Junho,” the small boy shivered, “Do you want to touch it?”
“Y-yes.”
“Beg.”
Junho let out a shuddered breath, “Hyung please... Please let me touch my cock. It hurts... It's leaking into my underwear. It's throbbing hyung please!” he whined, bucking his hips off the bed.
“Fine,” a stressed voice said, “Touch it.”
He quickly unbuttoned his pants, forcing them down his hips along with his underwear before wrapping his fingers around his hot cock. Junho let out a loud moan, making the person on the other end of the phone choke, “Ah fuck hyung.”
“Are you wet?”
Junho opened his eyes, staring at the tip of his cock as the pre-cum glistened, “Y-yes hyung... There's so much.”
“It's because you teased it so well... Pump your cock Junho, let me hear you cum.”
The voice sent shivers all the way down to Junho's cock as it twitched in his hand. He started at the base, stroking slowly before picking up the sticky clear liquid and running it over his thick length. Junho moaned, squeezing the tip of his cock as he teased it, thumbing the slit, “H-hyung... It won't stop leaking...”
“That's because you're doing a good job Junho...” the voice panted, “Taste it. Tell me how it tastes.”
Junho slid his finger over the head of his cock, pushing against the hole to swipe more pre-cum as it leaked. He opened his mouth, slipping finger passed his lips and moaning around it, still stroking himself lazily.
“How does it taste?”
“Bitter... Not like hyungs...” he heard the voice on the other end chuckle.
“Do you like the taste of hyung's cum?”
“Mm,” Junho moaned, closing his eyes and licking his lips.
“You like it when hyung's cum fills you up don't you?”
“Yes hyung,” Junho panted, starting to stroke himself faster. The skin around his cock tightened as the voice filled his ears.
“You love hyung's cock. It's so thick in your mouth before I bend you over and stick it in your ass.”
He rolled his head back, his ass suddenly aching.
“Junho, finger your ass. I'm sure it's feeling lonely.”
“Y-yes hyung.”
Junho slicked up his fingers, slipping his tongue between them to coat them. He arched his hips off the bed before sliding them into his hole. His high-pitched moan echoed in the phone as his muscles clamped around his fingers.
“It's been a while, hasn't it Junho?”
“Yes h-hyung... My ass feels so lonely without your cock.”
“Soon Junho, I will see you soon.”
Junho bit his lip, dropping his hips onto his fingers as he fucked himself. As he pulled away from his digits, he slipped his cock through his hand. He could feel the sweat soaking his bangs to his face as he pleasured himself. He moaned, making sure to sound everything loudly so that his caller could hear it.
“Are you imagining that you're sitting on my cock Junho? Stroking your inside with my thickness...”
Junho whimpered, “Yes... God yes your cock feels so good in my ass hyung... I want it harder. Please hyung.”
“Then move your fingers. I know you like it rough.”
He squeezed his cock, clenching around his fingers as he slammed his hips down. Junho let out a loud yelp, feeling his legs start to grow weak. “H-hyung, I can't...”
“Are you going to cum Junho?”
“Y-yes hyung, I'm going to cum... Ah hyung!” Junho's hips twitched as he shot white ribbons of thick cum onto his stomach. His moan echoed through the room, coming back into his own ears as his cock throbbed in his hand, still erupting. Junho fell back against the bed, panting harshly against the phone. His body twitched as his orgasm continued to rip through him.
“Junho, did you cum a lot?”
“Yes...”
“Show me.”
Junho pulled the phone from his ear, hitting the camera application and snapping a photo. He hit the send button and pressed the speaker back to his ear.
“Mm Junho, you must have teased yourself pretty hard.”
“I-I was thinking of you hyung... You do this to me.”
“I'm glad. You're such a dirty little whore.”
“Hyung...”
“You want more, don't you?”
“Ye-” the doorbell suddenly went off.
“What was that?”
“Someone's at the door.”
“Get it.”
“But hyung,” Junho whined.
“You can continue without me, you know how. I'll call you tomorrow.”
Junho sighed, hearing the click on the other end before rolling off the bed. He hit the floor, his mind-blowing orgasm turning his leg to jelly. He grabbed a tissue, wiping off the drying cum as the doorbell rang out again. Junho quickly pulled his pants, not worrying about his unbuttoned shirt as he stumbled to the door.
“Junsu!… What are you doing here?” Junho asked, trying not to show his discomfort as he stared at the boy at his door.
“I wanted to… Um, hang out.”
“Listen Junsu, I’m kind of in the middle of something,” he said, feeling his cock twitch, clearly needing another release.
“I brought food,” Junsu smiled awkwardly, holding up the bags in his hands. He didn't know if it was possible but he wanted to start a real relationship. His earlier approaches weren't ones that he wanted to tell people later when they would ask how they met. Junsu wanted to met the other boy out of work.
The younger boy sighed, frowning as he rubbed his forehead, “Okay, come in for a little while.”
Junsu followed the other boy into the apartment, looking around, “So… You’re alone today?” He stopped, almost bumping into Junho as the other boy paused.
“Listen, I don’t know what kind of relationship you’ve pictured in your head but… We can’t be friends Junsu,” Junho turned around, looking at the older boy.
“Friends? Junho, I just want you to be in my life!” Junsu’s eyes widened, as well as Junho’s as the taller boy covered his mouth. The words shocked even himself.
“No,” Junho shook his head, “We can’t do this, you can’t do this. You should leave. Now,” He pushed Junsu towards the door, feeling that comfortable barrier shatter.
“Wait… Junho,”
The small boy dug into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and handing Junsu a few bills, “For the food, I’m sorry and… Please don’t ever come back.”