Who's Coming Home With Me Tonight 6
Title: Who 's Coming Home With Me Tonight 6/?
Genre: Angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Junsu/Wooyoung
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: Warning: WooSu pairing, Junsu bottoms
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM.
Junsu was a walking zombie the entire day, doing his necessary office work efficiently but his mind was elsewhere. His want to make friends with Junho had shattered into millions of tiny pieces at his feet as he was shoved out the door. He slowly picked them up, not attempting to put them back together before shoving them into his pocket. The pieces cracked more and more as he sat down and they crushed in his pocket. Maybe one day he'd pull them out, after cutting his hands on the sharp edges, and put them back together, but not any day too soon.
He walked to the elevator, feeling his legs wobble as the large box dropped him down to the ground. He was shoved roughly against the door as someone pushed their way out, not receiving an apology as the tall man walked away.
“Are you okay?” a woman asked, lightly touching Junsu's shoulder.
“Fine, thank you,” there was no smile on his face as he shuffled out of the elevator. He walked down the steps of the office before noticing the small spot of grease on his jacket, “Aiish...” He stared at it, 'Must've been that jerk's fault when he pushed me...'
“Sorry.”
Junsu blinked as he looked up, “So-” his lips pressed together in a tight line as he looked at the tall boy in front of him.
“It's you...”
“You're Taecyeon.”
The tall boy nodded, “You're that guy that... Want to go out for a coffee?”
Junsu raised a brow.
“Call it an apology for putting grease on your jacket.”
The small boy nodded, “Alright.”
The two boys sat down at a table, setting their coffees down on the flat surface. “So,” Taecyeon started, “Who are you to Junho?”
Junsu blinked, in surprise, “Excuse me?”
“We seem to have common ground. I guess what I meant to say was, how do you know Junho?”
The small boy's lip twitched, feeling the other asking too bluntly, “I... A friend introduced us.”
“Ah,” Taecyeon sipped on his coffee.
“How do you know Junho?” Junsu asked, already knowing the answer.
“I met him at a club,” Taecyeon said. The small boy couldn't tell if Taecyeon was lying or not, “Sometimes I wish I had never met him.”
“What do you mean..?”
“We met a couple times... We started meeting more often after that and... He fell for me-”
“You didn't love him?” Junsu bit his lip, feeling like he had said too much. He saw the confused look on Taecyeon's face, “Please, continue.”
“I was engaged at the time... I tried to tell him but I didn't want to hurt him. The closer it got to my wedding, the more Junho fell in love with me... Even now he still approaches me. It's so pathetic, he can’t move on. Let me give you some advice, as a friend, forget about him. He’s obsessed with me. You’ve seen the things he’ll do and he knows I’m married! He’s a dirty whore!”
The slap echoed through the small cafe, silencing the room. Junsu glared, his hand burning from anger, “He loves you, how can you say that about him? It’s sad that he still gives you the time of day despite the trash you are.”
Chansung smirked, almost choking over his tea as he sat in the far corner of the cafe. He had seen the two older boys meet and he decided to follow them to see how the interaction would go. He set the cup down, wondering what was going on in Junsu’s head. Sure friends would easily stand up for one another but he knew that Junho had kicked him out. Jinwoon had told him all about it because he had walked in just as Junsu walked out.
“Hey,” Chansung approached Junsu’s desk. He noticed the dark circles under the older boy’s eyes, as well as the vein pulsing in his forehead, “Yo hyung.” Chansung raised a brow, “Junsu!”
The small boy jumped, the vein suddenly disappearing, “Oh, sorry. I was thinking…”
“Again? You’re going to give yourself a headache,” Chansung chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. He saw Junsu’s lip twitch. “Dare I ask
what’s on your mind? Or is it not work related?”
“How long have you known Junho?”
Chansung’s eyes widened slightly, he had expected Junsu to tell him to mind his own business, “Mm, about six months. That’s when I met Jinwoon.”
“Was Taecyeon in his life then?”
The tall boy sighed, “I came in at the worst moment. Junho was a mess at that time. Taecyeon was trying to push him out of his life but Junho was pretty persistent. Taecyeon even threatened to put on restraining order on him…. Jinwoon told me that he thought they would last forever. He would see Taecyeon every day at their apartment and he wondered when he would move in… It wasn’t until Taecyeon stopped visiting that it threw Junho off. He wasn’t stupid though, he knew something was up. Junho investigated Taecyeon and found out that he was engaged…” Chansung could see the pen threatening to snap in Junsu’s hand so he stopped talking.
“They were really in love…”
“I’d say so… Why else would Junho fight so hard?”
“Because he’s stupid.” Chansung blinked in surprised, “You can’t love someone that much.”
“Y-yah hyung, how about we go out for drinks?”
Junsu narrowed his eyes, “You're not going to recommend some shady place to me, are you?”
The tall boy laughed, “Not a chance.”
Junsu shook the almost empty bottle in his hand. He eyed the liquid as it swooshed around, “Maybe just one more.”
“Are you sure? Maybe that's enough.”
The older boy sighed, putting the bottle down.
“Hey, how about spending that well earned money on buying me a drink?” a woman asked, swaying her hips and hitting Junsu's. She smiled at him as she ran a finger along his jawline. Their eyes met and a slight blush tickled Junsu's cheek, as well as his shoulder as she brushed her breast against it.
A small boy, sitting in the corner, rolled his eyes, excusing himself from his group and walking outside. “Sorry miss,” Chansung interrupted, “We're on our way out.”
“Aww,” the woman pouted, “That's too bad. Maybe I'll see you next time.”
Chansung smiled apologetically before hauling Junsu to his feet. He pulled the older boy outside as he mumbled something about Junho, “I don't know why I'm trying so hard,” he said as Chansung propped him against the wall outside, “I just want him in my life.”
“Why?”
“I don't know...”
Junho sighed, shaking his head as he pushed away from the wall and walking away.
“I think I love him.”
Chansung's eyes widened, “T-that's kind of a sudden confession, don't you think? I mean... You don't really think... I mean you can't... You don't love him, you don't even know him.”
“You make Junho sound like a bad person,” Junsu's eyes narrowed.
“The only time that I've seen Junho happy was when Taecyeon was around... It's not that he's a bad person, he just has a lot of problems.”
Junsu groaned, holding his head and leaning over.
“I told you you'd give yourself a headache if you thought too much,” Chansung sighed, wrapping his arm around the small boy and pulling him into a cab.
He shook his head as he dropped Junsu onto his bed. The small boy was passed out, laying sprawled out on the bed and Chansung sighed. He found Junsu's pajama bottoms on the end of the bed and he grabbed them, undressing the older boy.
Junsu rubbed his head, groaning loudly as he woke up. His head was pounding so hard that he was sure that it was going to crack open. He opened his eyes, looking around and groping the soft, cloud like comforter. Not finding what he was looking for, he looked on the table next to his bed. Attached to his phone was a yellow sticky note, “Hyung, I called in sick for you so don't come to work.”
“I can't do it again... I need to stop letting Chansung take me out.”
He got ready slowly, popping too many pills before walking out the door.
“Sir, I thought you were sick.”
“I'm fine, just another headache.”
“You shouldn't work with a headache,” one of his co-workers frowned.
“I'm alright,” he smiled, waving the employee off. “Sure I'm fine,” Junsu rubbed his temples, the pills not working and the pain not subsiding at all. He got up, about to go to the bathroom but stopped in the doorway of his office.
“You,” Jinwoon hissed, coming towards him.
“What are you doing here?”
“You bastard. You slept with Chansung, I know because he didn't come home last night. He said that he was spending the night at your place.”
“I... I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Were you not out with Chansung last night?”
Junsu nodded slowly.
“And did he not take you home?”
“I think so.”
“He put you to bed.”
“So how do you get this crazy conclusion that we slept together?”
“There was no we, you raped Chansung!” the office suddenly went quiet as Junsu's eyes widened, “I know he'd never cheat on me but I can't trust you. You probably waited until he was asleep then raped him.”
“Shut up!” Junsu growled, “Nothing like that happened! How can you accuse me so easily when Chansung was there too?! Why don't you ask him?!” He pressed his hand against his burning cheek as Jinwoon pulled his hand back.
“I trust Chansung and he would never ever cheat! How would he know if he was sleeping! Stay away from him!” Jinwoon shouted before leaving the office.
It didn't take long for rumours to spread throughout the office and travel to Chansung's ears “Hyung! Hyung, are you alright?!”
“Chansung, I don't think this is a good time.”
“Wait, did Jinwoon... I heard that he slapped you.”
Junsu turned, exposing his bruised cheek, making Chansung gasp.
“I'm sorry hyung... I didn't know that he'd...”
“He really loves you.”
“I'm sorry.”
“This is inappropriate behaviour Chansung. Personal life should not be brought to work.”
Chansung lip twitched, “Y-you're not going to fire me, are you?”
The small boy blinked, “No, no of course not. It's not really you're fault... I guess.”
Junsu rubbed his cheek before stretching his jaw as the elevator doors opened. He stepped out, walking down the hall before ringing the doorbell.
“Hel-” Junho paused in surprise, obviously not using his peephole, “What are you doing here?”
“I'm here to see Jinwoon,” Junsu didn't miss the disappointed and confused look in Junho's face.
“Jinwoon! There's someone here to see you.”
The tall boy stepped into the entry way, narrowing his eyes at Junsu, “Come back for more?” was all that Jinwoon said and Chansung joined them in the front entrance.
“J-Junsu, what are you doing here?”
“I'm here to set the record straight,” Junsu stepped passed the small boy.
“And how do you plan on doing that? Do you have an proof that you didn't sleep with Chansung?”
“Proof?”
“Yeah, prove to me that you didn't do it,” Jinwoon crossed his arms over his chest.
“Jinwoon wait, I call tell you that nothing happened.”
“You wouldn't know if Junsu raped you and cleaned up the evidence.”
“How am I supposed to prove that?!”
“Bend over,” Junho said.
“What?” Junsu raised a brow.
As if Jinwoon could easily read what was in Junho's mind, the tall boy smiled, “Yeah, I like that idea.”
“How does that prove anything?!”
“If you forced Chansung inside you, your ass would be red and stretched.”
Junsu choked, “I-I'm not... There's no way I'm doing that.”
“Then there's no way I'll ever stop accusing you.”
“Listen!” the small boy stalked up to Jinwoon, “Why don't you just leave me alone?!”
The younger boy smirked, suddenly flipping Junsu around and pinning him against the couch.
“Yah! Let me go!” he felt his pants being ripped from his hips and down his knees, “Stop!” Junsu gasped when the tall boy spread his ass cheeks.
“Hm, I guess you were telling the truth.”
As soon as Jinwoon let him go, Junsu swung around to punch the tall boy but Chansung caught his fist, “That's probably not a good idea.”
“Yah, so you didn't have sex with him... But did you do oral on him?”
Junsu's eyes widened, “What?! You've got to be kidding me!”
“Did you see the freckle on Chansung's thing?”
“Jinwoon!” Chansung's eyes widened.
“Did it twitch a lot when he came? Did you cum from his moans? Did you touch that wonderful trail of his?”
“Jinwoon stop! That's enough!” the tall boy's blush spread across his face.
“Did you lick that spot just under the tip-”
“Oh my god!” Chansung turned away and walked back into his room.
“Yah, Chansung-ah, where are you going?” Jinwoon followed the older boy into the room, closing the door.
Junsu blinked, feeling completely stupefied. “Want a beer?” Junho asked.
“Sure...” Junsu felt his pocket vibrate and he dug out his phone. He rolled his eyes before following Junho into the kitchen, “Can I get that to go?”
The small boy turned, seeing the phone in Junsu's hand, “Right, girlfriend must be calling. To go is a good idea.” Junho gave Junsu the open beer and pushed him out the door.
Junsu chuckled, “Fucking perfect. Where would he get this girlfriend idea? Since when did I have a girlfriend?” He stumbled down the familiar street, stopping to look at the sign, After Midnight
“Hello, welcome to- Hello!” Wooyoung smiled.
“Heeey, it's you... I've come for service!”
Wooyoung giggled, pulling the older boy into the building, “Come sir, who would you like for tonight? I'm sorry to inform you that Junho isn't working tonight.”
“I don't want Junho,” Junsu frowned, looking down at the other boy, “I want you!”
Wooyoung gasped before his face lit up, “I was hoping someday you'd pick me, sir.”
“Don't call me sir,” Junsu poked the other boy's chest, “My name is Junsu.”
“Okay Junsu-sshi, let's go to a room.”
Junsu groaned as he fell onto a bed, pulling the pillow under his head. He didn't notice Wooyoung come into the room and the younger boy stared at him, 'I guess he wants to bottom?' Wooyoung raised a brow, seeing the older boy laying on his stomach.
The younger boy crawled on top of Junsu, straddling his hips and leaning over, kissing the older boy's neck. He placed gentle kisses along Junsu's back before sliding his hands up the taller boy's shirt. Junsu shivered, arching his hips off the bed as the smaller boy rubbed his nipples. He moaned against the pillow as Wooyoung slipping his hands into his pants, stroking his hardening cock.
“Ah Junsu-sshi, you're already hard,” Wooyoung whispered, making the older boy shudder. He felt his pants being pulled slowly down his hips before something warm pressed against his ass. “Junsu-sshi, is this your first time?”
“First time?” the older boy panted, brushing his hips back against Wooyoung's cock. The small boy moaned, tightening his grip on Junsu's length, “A-ah Wooyoung...”
“I'll be gentle Junsu-sshi.”
Junsu gripped the pillow as the smaller boy lifted his hips. He shivered when something wet pressed against his entrance before pushing inside. He gasped, bucking his hips forward.
“Does it hurt?” Wooyoung rubbed his back.
“N-no, feels weird.”
The younger boy moved his fingers in and out of Junsu slowly before adding another. The taller boy rocked his hips, moaning against the pillow. He wasn't used to this feeling and it was a mix between awkward and erotic. Junsu's cock twitched between the small boy's fingers as Wooyoung continued to stroke him. “That's three fingers Junsu-sshi, I think you're ready.”
The words didn't register in Junsu's mind as Wooyoung pulled his fingers out. He felt something nudge his entrance before Wooyoung thrust his hips. Junsu groaned loudly, digging his fingers into the pillow. A sharp sting filtered through his body as Wooyoung moved his hips, making Junsu hiss.
“I'm sorry Junsu-sshi, I have to move or else it'll hurt more. You have to get used to my size,” Wooyoung whispered, stroking the tip of the tall boy's cock to ease his mind. Junsu gasped, trying to keep his breathing steady as the younger boy filled him. “Junsu-sshi, can I move faster?”
Junsu hissed, tightening around the smaller boy as if Wooyoung grew thicker. “W-wai-” he moaned when the younger boy fisted the tip of his cock. He bit the pillow as Wooyoung started to pound into the bed. His cock rubbed against the sheets, creating an even better friction along with the smaller boy's hand. “Shit...”
“Ah Junsu-sshi, you feel so good,” Wooyoung moaned.
The older boy nudged the pillow, covering his moans as Wooyoung fucked him. He felt the small boy's fingers dig into his hip as he griped him. Heat pooled in his stomach as Wooyoung choked over his moan, “No more Wooyoung, going to cum...” Junsu panted. He felt Wooyoung nibble on his earlobe before moaning into his ear as he came first, pouring his cum into the condom. Junsu arched his back, pressing his hips harder into the younger boy's hand as he came, spilling his seed onto the bedsheet.
Just as he was about to lay down, Wooyoung pulled him onto his side, “Ah ah Junsu-sshi, you don't want to lay in that.”
Junsu moaned softly, falling asleep in the bed.
“Junsu-sshi?” Wooyoung poked the older boy, “Yah, Juns- ah, you fell asleep.” He smiled, “You're lucky that you are my last session.”
Junsu groaned, hearing the doorbell ring annoyingly in his ear. He pushed off the bed, not bothering to open his eyes as he made his way to the door, bumping into wall and objects he didn't remember being there.
“Junsu-sshi,” a voice behind him giggled, “You might not want to answer the door in just your underwear.”
Junsu blinked, finally opening his eyes. He stared at Wooyoung before looking down at his attire, “W-Wooyoung?”
The doorbell went off again and the younger boy giggled as he walked passed Junsu. “It's about time Woo-ah, I was starting to think you weren't hom-”
The older boy's eyes widened as he stared at Junho.
“What are you doing here?”
“Junsu-sshi came by last night. I thought he was looking for you but...” Wooyoung turned around and smiled at the older boy, “He said he wanted me.”
Genre: Angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Junsu/Wooyoung
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: Warning: WooSu pairing, Junsu bottoms
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM.
Junsu was a walking zombie the entire day, doing his necessary office work efficiently but his mind was elsewhere. His want to make friends with Junho had shattered into millions of tiny pieces at his feet as he was shoved out the door. He slowly picked them up, not attempting to put them back together before shoving them into his pocket. The pieces cracked more and more as he sat down and they crushed in his pocket. Maybe one day he'd pull them out, after cutting his hands on the sharp edges, and put them back together, but not any day too soon.
He walked to the elevator, feeling his legs wobble as the large box dropped him down to the ground. He was shoved roughly against the door as someone pushed their way out, not receiving an apology as the tall man walked away.
“Are you okay?” a woman asked, lightly touching Junsu's shoulder.
“Fine, thank you,” there was no smile on his face as he shuffled out of the elevator. He walked down the steps of the office before noticing the small spot of grease on his jacket, “Aiish...” He stared at it, 'Must've been that jerk's fault when he pushed me...'
“Sorry.”
Junsu blinked as he looked up, “So-” his lips pressed together in a tight line as he looked at the tall boy in front of him.
“It's you...”
“You're Taecyeon.”
The tall boy nodded, “You're that guy that... Want to go out for a coffee?”
Junsu raised a brow.
“Call it an apology for putting grease on your jacket.”
The small boy nodded, “Alright.”
The two boys sat down at a table, setting their coffees down on the flat surface. “So,” Taecyeon started, “Who are you to Junho?”
Junsu blinked, in surprise, “Excuse me?”
“We seem to have common ground. I guess what I meant to say was, how do you know Junho?”
The small boy's lip twitched, feeling the other asking too bluntly, “I... A friend introduced us.”
“Ah,” Taecyeon sipped on his coffee.
“How do you know Junho?” Junsu asked, already knowing the answer.
“I met him at a club,” Taecyeon said. The small boy couldn't tell if Taecyeon was lying or not, “Sometimes I wish I had never met him.”
“What do you mean..?”
“We met a couple times... We started meeting more often after that and... He fell for me-”
“You didn't love him?” Junsu bit his lip, feeling like he had said too much. He saw the confused look on Taecyeon's face, “Please, continue.”
“I was engaged at the time... I tried to tell him but I didn't want to hurt him. The closer it got to my wedding, the more Junho fell in love with me... Even now he still approaches me. It's so pathetic, he can’t move on. Let me give you some advice, as a friend, forget about him. He’s obsessed with me. You’ve seen the things he’ll do and he knows I’m married! He’s a dirty whore!”
The slap echoed through the small cafe, silencing the room. Junsu glared, his hand burning from anger, “He loves you, how can you say that about him? It’s sad that he still gives you the time of day despite the trash you are.”
Chansung smirked, almost choking over his tea as he sat in the far corner of the cafe. He had seen the two older boys meet and he decided to follow them to see how the interaction would go. He set the cup down, wondering what was going on in Junsu’s head. Sure friends would easily stand up for one another but he knew that Junho had kicked him out. Jinwoon had told him all about it because he had walked in just as Junsu walked out.
“Hey,” Chansung approached Junsu’s desk. He noticed the dark circles under the older boy’s eyes, as well as the vein pulsing in his forehead, “Yo hyung.” Chansung raised a brow, “Junsu!”
The small boy jumped, the vein suddenly disappearing, “Oh, sorry. I was thinking…”
“Again? You’re going to give yourself a headache,” Chansung chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. He saw Junsu’s lip twitch. “Dare I ask
what’s on your mind? Or is it not work related?”
“How long have you known Junho?”
Chansung’s eyes widened slightly, he had expected Junsu to tell him to mind his own business, “Mm, about six months. That’s when I met Jinwoon.”
“Was Taecyeon in his life then?”
The tall boy sighed, “I came in at the worst moment. Junho was a mess at that time. Taecyeon was trying to push him out of his life but Junho was pretty persistent. Taecyeon even threatened to put on restraining order on him…. Jinwoon told me that he thought they would last forever. He would see Taecyeon every day at their apartment and he wondered when he would move in… It wasn’t until Taecyeon stopped visiting that it threw Junho off. He wasn’t stupid though, he knew something was up. Junho investigated Taecyeon and found out that he was engaged…” Chansung could see the pen threatening to snap in Junsu’s hand so he stopped talking.
“They were really in love…”
“I’d say so… Why else would Junho fight so hard?”
“Because he’s stupid.” Chansung blinked in surprised, “You can’t love someone that much.”
“Y-yah hyung, how about we go out for drinks?”
Junsu narrowed his eyes, “You're not going to recommend some shady place to me, are you?”
The tall boy laughed, “Not a chance.”
Junsu shook the almost empty bottle in his hand. He eyed the liquid as it swooshed around, “Maybe just one more.”
“Are you sure? Maybe that's enough.”
The older boy sighed, putting the bottle down.
“Hey, how about spending that well earned money on buying me a drink?” a woman asked, swaying her hips and hitting Junsu's. She smiled at him as she ran a finger along his jawline. Their eyes met and a slight blush tickled Junsu's cheek, as well as his shoulder as she brushed her breast against it.
A small boy, sitting in the corner, rolled his eyes, excusing himself from his group and walking outside. “Sorry miss,” Chansung interrupted, “We're on our way out.”
“Aww,” the woman pouted, “That's too bad. Maybe I'll see you next time.”
Chansung smiled apologetically before hauling Junsu to his feet. He pulled the older boy outside as he mumbled something about Junho, “I don't know why I'm trying so hard,” he said as Chansung propped him against the wall outside, “I just want him in my life.”
“Why?”
“I don't know...”
Junho sighed, shaking his head as he pushed away from the wall and walking away.
“I think I love him.”
Chansung's eyes widened, “T-that's kind of a sudden confession, don't you think? I mean... You don't really think... I mean you can't... You don't love him, you don't even know him.”
“You make Junho sound like a bad person,” Junsu's eyes narrowed.
“The only time that I've seen Junho happy was when Taecyeon was around... It's not that he's a bad person, he just has a lot of problems.”
Junsu groaned, holding his head and leaning over.
“I told you you'd give yourself a headache if you thought too much,” Chansung sighed, wrapping his arm around the small boy and pulling him into a cab.
He shook his head as he dropped Junsu onto his bed. The small boy was passed out, laying sprawled out on the bed and Chansung sighed. He found Junsu's pajama bottoms on the end of the bed and he grabbed them, undressing the older boy.
Junsu rubbed his head, groaning loudly as he woke up. His head was pounding so hard that he was sure that it was going to crack open. He opened his eyes, looking around and groping the soft, cloud like comforter. Not finding what he was looking for, he looked on the table next to his bed. Attached to his phone was a yellow sticky note, “Hyung, I called in sick for you so don't come to work.”
“I can't do it again... I need to stop letting Chansung take me out.”
He got ready slowly, popping too many pills before walking out the door.
“Sir, I thought you were sick.”
“I'm fine, just another headache.”
“You shouldn't work with a headache,” one of his co-workers frowned.
“I'm alright,” he smiled, waving the employee off. “Sure I'm fine,” Junsu rubbed his temples, the pills not working and the pain not subsiding at all. He got up, about to go to the bathroom but stopped in the doorway of his office.
“You,” Jinwoon hissed, coming towards him.
“What are you doing here?”
“You bastard. You slept with Chansung, I know because he didn't come home last night. He said that he was spending the night at your place.”
“I... I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Were you not out with Chansung last night?”
Junsu nodded slowly.
“And did he not take you home?”
“I think so.”
“He put you to bed.”
“So how do you get this crazy conclusion that we slept together?”
“There was no we, you raped Chansung!” the office suddenly went quiet as Junsu's eyes widened, “I know he'd never cheat on me but I can't trust you. You probably waited until he was asleep then raped him.”
“Shut up!” Junsu growled, “Nothing like that happened! How can you accuse me so easily when Chansung was there too?! Why don't you ask him?!” He pressed his hand against his burning cheek as Jinwoon pulled his hand back.
“I trust Chansung and he would never ever cheat! How would he know if he was sleeping! Stay away from him!” Jinwoon shouted before leaving the office.
It didn't take long for rumours to spread throughout the office and travel to Chansung's ears “Hyung! Hyung, are you alright?!”
“Chansung, I don't think this is a good time.”
“Wait, did Jinwoon... I heard that he slapped you.”
Junsu turned, exposing his bruised cheek, making Chansung gasp.
“I'm sorry hyung... I didn't know that he'd...”
“He really loves you.”
“I'm sorry.”
“This is inappropriate behaviour Chansung. Personal life should not be brought to work.”
Chansung lip twitched, “Y-you're not going to fire me, are you?”
The small boy blinked, “No, no of course not. It's not really you're fault... I guess.”
Junsu rubbed his cheek before stretching his jaw as the elevator doors opened. He stepped out, walking down the hall before ringing the doorbell.
“Hel-” Junho paused in surprise, obviously not using his peephole, “What are you doing here?”
“I'm here to see Jinwoon,” Junsu didn't miss the disappointed and confused look in Junho's face.
“Jinwoon! There's someone here to see you.”
The tall boy stepped into the entry way, narrowing his eyes at Junsu, “Come back for more?” was all that Jinwoon said and Chansung joined them in the front entrance.
“J-Junsu, what are you doing here?”
“I'm here to set the record straight,” Junsu stepped passed the small boy.
“And how do you plan on doing that? Do you have an proof that you didn't sleep with Chansung?”
“Proof?”
“Yeah, prove to me that you didn't do it,” Jinwoon crossed his arms over his chest.
“Jinwoon wait, I call tell you that nothing happened.”
“You wouldn't know if Junsu raped you and cleaned up the evidence.”
“How am I supposed to prove that?!”
“Bend over,” Junho said.
“What?” Junsu raised a brow.
As if Jinwoon could easily read what was in Junho's mind, the tall boy smiled, “Yeah, I like that idea.”
“How does that prove anything?!”
“If you forced Chansung inside you, your ass would be red and stretched.”
Junsu choked, “I-I'm not... There's no way I'm doing that.”
“Then there's no way I'll ever stop accusing you.”
“Listen!” the small boy stalked up to Jinwoon, “Why don't you just leave me alone?!”
The younger boy smirked, suddenly flipping Junsu around and pinning him against the couch.
“Yah! Let me go!” he felt his pants being ripped from his hips and down his knees, “Stop!” Junsu gasped when the tall boy spread his ass cheeks.
“Hm, I guess you were telling the truth.”
As soon as Jinwoon let him go, Junsu swung around to punch the tall boy but Chansung caught his fist, “That's probably not a good idea.”
“Yah, so you didn't have sex with him... But did you do oral on him?”
Junsu's eyes widened, “What?! You've got to be kidding me!”
“Did you see the freckle on Chansung's thing?”
“Jinwoon!” Chansung's eyes widened.
“Did it twitch a lot when he came? Did you cum from his moans? Did you touch that wonderful trail of his?”
“Jinwoon stop! That's enough!” the tall boy's blush spread across his face.
“Did you lick that spot just under the tip-”
“Oh my god!” Chansung turned away and walked back into his room.
“Yah, Chansung-ah, where are you going?” Jinwoon followed the older boy into the room, closing the door.
Junsu blinked, feeling completely stupefied. “Want a beer?” Junho asked.
“Sure...” Junsu felt his pocket vibrate and he dug out his phone. He rolled his eyes before following Junho into the kitchen, “Can I get that to go?”
The small boy turned, seeing the phone in Junsu's hand, “Right, girlfriend must be calling. To go is a good idea.” Junho gave Junsu the open beer and pushed him out the door.
Junsu chuckled, “Fucking perfect. Where would he get this girlfriend idea? Since when did I have a girlfriend?” He stumbled down the familiar street, stopping to look at the sign, After Midnight
“Hello, welcome to- Hello!” Wooyoung smiled.
“Heeey, it's you... I've come for service!”
Wooyoung giggled, pulling the older boy into the building, “Come sir, who would you like for tonight? I'm sorry to inform you that Junho isn't working tonight.”
“I don't want Junho,” Junsu frowned, looking down at the other boy, “I want you!”
Wooyoung gasped before his face lit up, “I was hoping someday you'd pick me, sir.”
“Don't call me sir,” Junsu poked the other boy's chest, “My name is Junsu.”
“Okay Junsu-sshi, let's go to a room.”
Junsu groaned as he fell onto a bed, pulling the pillow under his head. He didn't notice Wooyoung come into the room and the younger boy stared at him, 'I guess he wants to bottom?' Wooyoung raised a brow, seeing the older boy laying on his stomach.
The younger boy crawled on top of Junsu, straddling his hips and leaning over, kissing the older boy's neck. He placed gentle kisses along Junsu's back before sliding his hands up the taller boy's shirt. Junsu shivered, arching his hips off the bed as the smaller boy rubbed his nipples. He moaned against the pillow as Wooyoung slipping his hands into his pants, stroking his hardening cock.
“Ah Junsu-sshi, you're already hard,” Wooyoung whispered, making the older boy shudder. He felt his pants being pulled slowly down his hips before something warm pressed against his ass. “Junsu-sshi, is this your first time?”
“First time?” the older boy panted, brushing his hips back against Wooyoung's cock. The small boy moaned, tightening his grip on Junsu's length, “A-ah Wooyoung...”
“I'll be gentle Junsu-sshi.”
Junsu gripped the pillow as the smaller boy lifted his hips. He shivered when something wet pressed against his entrance before pushing inside. He gasped, bucking his hips forward.
“Does it hurt?” Wooyoung rubbed his back.
“N-no, feels weird.”
The younger boy moved his fingers in and out of Junsu slowly before adding another. The taller boy rocked his hips, moaning against the pillow. He wasn't used to this feeling and it was a mix between awkward and erotic. Junsu's cock twitched between the small boy's fingers as Wooyoung continued to stroke him. “That's three fingers Junsu-sshi, I think you're ready.”
The words didn't register in Junsu's mind as Wooyoung pulled his fingers out. He felt something nudge his entrance before Wooyoung thrust his hips. Junsu groaned loudly, digging his fingers into the pillow. A sharp sting filtered through his body as Wooyoung moved his hips, making Junsu hiss.
“I'm sorry Junsu-sshi, I have to move or else it'll hurt more. You have to get used to my size,” Wooyoung whispered, stroking the tip of the tall boy's cock to ease his mind. Junsu gasped, trying to keep his breathing steady as the younger boy filled him. “Junsu-sshi, can I move faster?”
Junsu hissed, tightening around the smaller boy as if Wooyoung grew thicker. “W-wai-” he moaned when the younger boy fisted the tip of his cock. He bit the pillow as Wooyoung started to pound into the bed. His cock rubbed against the sheets, creating an even better friction along with the smaller boy's hand. “Shit...”
“Ah Junsu-sshi, you feel so good,” Wooyoung moaned.
The older boy nudged the pillow, covering his moans as Wooyoung fucked him. He felt the small boy's fingers dig into his hip as he griped him. Heat pooled in his stomach as Wooyoung choked over his moan, “No more Wooyoung, going to cum...” Junsu panted. He felt Wooyoung nibble on his earlobe before moaning into his ear as he came first, pouring his cum into the condom. Junsu arched his back, pressing his hips harder into the younger boy's hand as he came, spilling his seed onto the bedsheet.
Just as he was about to lay down, Wooyoung pulled him onto his side, “Ah ah Junsu-sshi, you don't want to lay in that.”
Junsu moaned softly, falling asleep in the bed.
“Junsu-sshi?” Wooyoung poked the older boy, “Yah, Juns- ah, you fell asleep.” He smiled, “You're lucky that you are my last session.”
Junsu groaned, hearing the doorbell ring annoyingly in his ear. He pushed off the bed, not bothering to open his eyes as he made his way to the door, bumping into wall and objects he didn't remember being there.
“Junsu-sshi,” a voice behind him giggled, “You might not want to answer the door in just your underwear.”
Junsu blinked, finally opening his eyes. He stared at Wooyoung before looking down at his attire, “W-Wooyoung?”
The doorbell went off again and the younger boy giggled as he walked passed Junsu. “It's about time Woo-ah, I was starting to think you weren't hom-”
The older boy's eyes widened as he stared at Junho.
“What are you doing here?”
“Junsu-sshi came by last night. I thought he was looking for you but...” Wooyoung turned around and smiled at the older boy, “He said he wanted me.”