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Kpop fic: Middle Man (Jae/Changmin/Yunho)
Title: Middle Man
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: Jae/Changmin/Yunho
Rating: R
Warnings: A drabble written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
peacock to encourage her essay progress. This is more an unedited piece of writing practice than a polished piece. I've not written DBSK before so this will probably be awful, haha. From her prompt, 'magic marker'.
The most worrying thing about the relationship, Changmin often thinks, is that they draw on each other. They draw on each other. Sure, they did this when they were mates, too, but that just showed that they were fun-loving and not too self-conscious, not too vain. As a couple, drawing on each other, it's positively disturbed. People would probably go to counselling over it, if enough of them would admit to it.
Still. It's not like they can stop, because it's fun. Changmin writes bits of shopping list on Jae, sneaking up on him after he's come out of the shower. It's a dare they've got going: if Changmin writes 'crisps' on Jae's body, Jae has to go and buy crisps. Even if it's midnight, even if he's half-asleep after a bath. He has to go out and buy Changmin crisps. Jae sometimes gets his own back. Once, when Changmin came to bed, pulled his shirt over his head, Jae struck. Wrote 'porn mag' on his shoulder.
That wasn't a fun excursion. Changmin couldn't find anywhere open at that time of night, and he had to forfeit. Forfeiting meant swilling around champagne, then swilling around Jae's cock, the kind of bubbly crazy thing Jae loves to experiment with. But it was a good forfeit in the end. Sometimes Changmin pretends that he can't find things, just to see what the forfeit is going to be.
So, when Changmin is watching baseball on television, dazed from interviews and letting Jae stroke his hand, he's not paying attention. Which is why Jae is able to write across his knuckles: beer. Just like that, beer. Changmin looks down when he feels magic marker, frowning.
“Jae,” he says. “You don't want to drink beer right now. Seriously? It's 11 at night.”
Jae looks at him, huge big eyes. He nibbles his lip. “I want beer.” He doesn't want beer, really. He wants Changmin to be unable to get him beer. And then he wants sex. Changmin thinks it'd be easier if they just cut out the middle man. Which is what he says.
“I like the middle man,” Jae says. He's chewing on a thumbnail. 'Anticipation', he mouthes.
“Fine,” Changmin says. “Fine. I'll go and find beer. Stay there. Don't go wandering off like you did last time.”
Jae just smirks. Changmin throws a cushion at him, and leaves.
Changmin drives around for ten, maybe twenty minutes. Enough time to get Jae raring to go. Jae is quick to arouse, he has a wickedly imaginative brain. Changmin takes longer, but there's something about being away from Jae and imagining what he's doing, all alone, that always does it for him. He imagines him removing his clothes, bit by bit. Shirt sliding off shoulders, trousers shucked down over hips. Jae takes his clothes off as if it's an act of foreplay, as if he's getting off on making a show of himself. And he probably is, knowing Jae.
He pulls back into the hotel car park and apologises to the girl on the desk, who looks at him with a confused expression. She doesn't recognise him, probably the only woman in Korea who doesn't, these days. He takes his key card back, and she doesn't ask. Maybe people often go out for short drives in the middle of the night. Maybe they're just paying so much for the rooms that the staff turn a blind eye to their odd behaviour. Changmin doesn't like to think about it. If these people could know of the deviancy about to happen, well-
When he opens the door to the room, he's the one surprised. And this, this is the kind of odd behaviour that can't possibly go unnoticed. Changmin stares at Jae. Jae stands, in the doorway to the bedroom. He's naked on top, his jeans are undone in front. And there's hands, a man's hands, sneaking down the hips and into the underwear. Changmin feels a surge of jealousy, but then he notices the way Jae is looking at him, and he feels a surge of arousal too. Then, he looks up, looks around, and starts.
“Jae. Who is-”
“That's the middle man,” Jae says.
“I.” Changmin opens his mouth, and closes it. “I.”
“If you're not okay with this,” Yunho says, “I can leave. It's just, Jae said.”
“Jae's...mentioned it before.”
“It's okay, right?” Jae's eyes are very wide again. Yunho's hands don't move and all Changmin can think about is how much Jae must be wanting to tug them downwards. His hips are moving, slightly. He's got a semi. And Yunho, his eyes are dark, too. His hands aren't moving but he wants to, Changmin can see it. And the idea turns him on, more than he can understand.
“Yes,” he says, choked. “Yes, it's okay.”
He takes a step closer, pulls his shirt off. The three of them stand in the doorway, unsure of how to proceed. Changmin's hands, they find Yunho's hands, and he moves them downwards slowly but surely. Until Jae gasps and moves forward, into Changmin. His palms flat against his chest. Changmin holds Yunho's wrists, feeling the handjob he's giving in the muscles that tense and relax. He closes his eyes. That's hotter than doing it himself. The idea that they're both manipulating Jae, that Jae is finally, finally surrendering for once, that's hotter than hell.
And Jae is breathing, hard, against Changmin's collarbone and Changmin just can't stand that, anymore, so he tilts his face up and kisses the hell out of him. And Jae moans, weak and horny, falling limp against Changmin's body. His hands are digging around in his pocket until he finds his marker, and Yunho chuckles, and Changmin opens his eyes. Jae draws back, looks at him with enormous pleading black eyes. So Changmin leans in again, takes jawline between gentle teeth, rough up to the earlobe. And as he bites, and nibbles, he watches Yunho, wanking Jae off. They watch each other as they split Jae in half.
And Jae lies weak between them with a loose pen in his hand, and as he breathes in, out, hard, he writes words against Changmin's chest. They start out legible and become something else as Yunho coaxes orgasm and Changmin coaxes kissing. But when he's spent, when he's cried out and stiffened and almost fallen down, Changmin can see the letters that are smudged across himself and Jae.
Written on Changmin mid-handjob were the names 'Changmin' and 'Yunho'. And Changmin remembers the rules, and leads them both into the bedroom.
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: Jae/Changmin/Yunho
Rating: R
Warnings: A drabble written for
peacock to encourage her essay progress. This is more an unedited piece of writing practice than a polished piece. I've not written DBSK before so this will probably be awful, haha. From her prompt, 'magic marker'. The most worrying thing about the relationship, Changmin often thinks, is that they draw on each other. They draw on each other. Sure, they did this when they were mates, too, but that just showed that they were fun-loving and not too self-conscious, not too vain. As a couple, drawing on each other, it's positively disturbed. People would probably go to counselling over it, if enough of them would admit to it.
Still. It's not like they can stop, because it's fun. Changmin writes bits of shopping list on Jae, sneaking up on him after he's come out of the shower. It's a dare they've got going: if Changmin writes 'crisps' on Jae's body, Jae has to go and buy crisps. Even if it's midnight, even if he's half-asleep after a bath. He has to go out and buy Changmin crisps. Jae sometimes gets his own back. Once, when Changmin came to bed, pulled his shirt over his head, Jae struck. Wrote 'porn mag' on his shoulder.
That wasn't a fun excursion. Changmin couldn't find anywhere open at that time of night, and he had to forfeit. Forfeiting meant swilling around champagne, then swilling around Jae's cock, the kind of bubbly crazy thing Jae loves to experiment with. But it was a good forfeit in the end. Sometimes Changmin pretends that he can't find things, just to see what the forfeit is going to be.
So, when Changmin is watching baseball on television, dazed from interviews and letting Jae stroke his hand, he's not paying attention. Which is why Jae is able to write across his knuckles: beer. Just like that, beer. Changmin looks down when he feels magic marker, frowning.
“Jae,” he says. “You don't want to drink beer right now. Seriously? It's 11 at night.”
Jae looks at him, huge big eyes. He nibbles his lip. “I want beer.” He doesn't want beer, really. He wants Changmin to be unable to get him beer. And then he wants sex. Changmin thinks it'd be easier if they just cut out the middle man. Which is what he says.
“I like the middle man,” Jae says. He's chewing on a thumbnail. 'Anticipation', he mouthes.
“Fine,” Changmin says. “Fine. I'll go and find beer. Stay there. Don't go wandering off like you did last time.”
Jae just smirks. Changmin throws a cushion at him, and leaves.
Changmin drives around for ten, maybe twenty minutes. Enough time to get Jae raring to go. Jae is quick to arouse, he has a wickedly imaginative brain. Changmin takes longer, but there's something about being away from Jae and imagining what he's doing, all alone, that always does it for him. He imagines him removing his clothes, bit by bit. Shirt sliding off shoulders, trousers shucked down over hips. Jae takes his clothes off as if it's an act of foreplay, as if he's getting off on making a show of himself. And he probably is, knowing Jae.
He pulls back into the hotel car park and apologises to the girl on the desk, who looks at him with a confused expression. She doesn't recognise him, probably the only woman in Korea who doesn't, these days. He takes his key card back, and she doesn't ask. Maybe people often go out for short drives in the middle of the night. Maybe they're just paying so much for the rooms that the staff turn a blind eye to their odd behaviour. Changmin doesn't like to think about it. If these people could know of the deviancy about to happen, well-
When he opens the door to the room, he's the one surprised. And this, this is the kind of odd behaviour that can't possibly go unnoticed. Changmin stares at Jae. Jae stands, in the doorway to the bedroom. He's naked on top, his jeans are undone in front. And there's hands, a man's hands, sneaking down the hips and into the underwear. Changmin feels a surge of jealousy, but then he notices the way Jae is looking at him, and he feels a surge of arousal too. Then, he looks up, looks around, and starts.
“Jae. Who is-”
“That's the middle man,” Jae says.
“I.” Changmin opens his mouth, and closes it. “I.”
“If you're not okay with this,” Yunho says, “I can leave. It's just, Jae said.”
“Jae's...mentioned it before.”
“It's okay, right?” Jae's eyes are very wide again. Yunho's hands don't move and all Changmin can think about is how much Jae must be wanting to tug them downwards. His hips are moving, slightly. He's got a semi. And Yunho, his eyes are dark, too. His hands aren't moving but he wants to, Changmin can see it. And the idea turns him on, more than he can understand.
“Yes,” he says, choked. “Yes, it's okay.”
He takes a step closer, pulls his shirt off. The three of them stand in the doorway, unsure of how to proceed. Changmin's hands, they find Yunho's hands, and he moves them downwards slowly but surely. Until Jae gasps and moves forward, into Changmin. His palms flat against his chest. Changmin holds Yunho's wrists, feeling the handjob he's giving in the muscles that tense and relax. He closes his eyes. That's hotter than doing it himself. The idea that they're both manipulating Jae, that Jae is finally, finally surrendering for once, that's hotter than hell.
And Jae is breathing, hard, against Changmin's collarbone and Changmin just can't stand that, anymore, so he tilts his face up and kisses the hell out of him. And Jae moans, weak and horny, falling limp against Changmin's body. His hands are digging around in his pocket until he finds his marker, and Yunho chuckles, and Changmin opens his eyes. Jae draws back, looks at him with enormous pleading black eyes. So Changmin leans in again, takes jawline between gentle teeth, rough up to the earlobe. And as he bites, and nibbles, he watches Yunho, wanking Jae off. They watch each other as they split Jae in half.
And Jae lies weak between them with a loose pen in his hand, and as he breathes in, out, hard, he writes words against Changmin's chest. They start out legible and become something else as Yunho coaxes orgasm and Changmin coaxes kissing. But when he's spent, when he's cried out and stiffened and almost fallen down, Changmin can see the letters that are smudged across himself and Jae.
Written on Changmin mid-handjob were the names 'Changmin' and 'Yunho'. And Changmin remembers the rules, and leads them both into the bedroom.