Backroom Deal

One night, Jongwoo comes back in a raging storm, with Moonjo a quiet shadow behind him. Jongwoo has had a fight with Jaeho, apparently, that only didn’t turn physical because Moonjo showed up. Seokyoon knows because Moonjo tells him this. Seokyoon is left to play host because Jongwoo heads straight for the shower; Moonjo is probably meant to take that as his cue to leave.

‘It’s such a shame when people have to work jobs that are beneath them,’ Moonjo comments. He hasn’t exactly settled in, standing near the door, but he lingers.

‘You gotta start somewhere, right?’ Seokyoon says. He’s not entirely sure Moonjo isn’t making a dig at him too.

‘It’s a waste.’

‘So how come you stopped him?’

Moonjo looks over at him, eyebrows lifted.

‘I mean, isn’t in in your interests if Jongwoo gets fired?’

‘Maybe,’ Moonjo says. ‘Are you going to cover all the rent yourself?’

‘That’s not what I’m asking about.’

Moonjo gives him a quick once over. ‘Don’t you think Jongwoo will start to get curious? He can’t really think you make that much from busking.’

‘I’m not saying I want him to get fired,’ Seokyoon says. ‘I just thought …’ No, he can’t claim to understand anything about Moonjo, even if they do share a fascination with Jongwoo.

‘What do you think Jongwoo would say,’ Moonjo says, ‘if he came out the shower and saw you on your knees?’

Seokyoon blushes. ‘I’m not doing that again.’

‘Are you scared?’

‘Of you?’

‘Of him.’

Seokyoon scoffs. But Moonjo’s eyes narrow in a way that makes him nervous.

‘You didn’t want me to tell him before,’ Moonjo says. He cocks his head. ‘Do you still want that?’

‘Now?’

Moonjo takes a few steps toward him, backing him up against the kitchen bench. He takes Seokyoon’s hand; Seokyoon doesn’t know what he intends.

‘Jongwoo could come out any minute,’ Seokyoon says.

Moonjo brings Seokyoon’s hand to his crotch, forcing Seokyoon to cup his dick. ‘That’s what I’m hoping for.’

Seokyoon turns his face to the side. Moonjo’s hand moves his, so that Seokyoon rubs Moonjo’s cock through the fabric of his trousers. With his other hand, Moonjo reaches past Seokyoon to grab a knife from the knife block on the bench behind Seokyoon.

‘What are you –’

Moonjo lays the flat of the knife against Seokyoon’s neck, and Seokyoon forgets how to breath.

Moonjo taps Seokyoon’s shoulder with the blade, and Seokyoon obediently sinks to his knees. It’s awkward, with Moonjo crowding him against the cupboards, but that doesn’t matter to Moonjo, does it? He rubs his crotch against Seokyoon’s face.

If Jongwoo comes out, he’ll be on Seokyoon’s side. Moonjo is holding a knife to him, after all; it’s irrelevant whether Seokyoon did this willingly before, for pay or otherwise.

Moonjo grabs Seokyoon’s hair, and grinds against his mouth. Seokyoon can smell the musk of him. Maybe it’s just to regain some sense of control that he reaches up with his hands to unzip Moonjo’s trousers and pull his cock free. This time, unlike last time, Moonjo is already getting hard; it’s not so easy for Seokyoon to fit his whole mouth around him. And it won’t get easier.

Seokyoon hears the shower stop running.

There’s no way Seokyoon can get Moonjo off fast enough for Jongwoo not to discover them. It’s not as if Moonjo is even letting him do much in the first place; he just holds Seokyoon’s hair and thrusts against him, the weight of his cock sliding against Seokyoon’s tongue, hitting the back of his throat. Is there any sense of urgency to it? Or did Moonjo always mean to be discovered?

Seokyoon hears the bathroom door open. He tries to jerk back but he has nowhere to go, and Moonjo only twists his fingers tighter against his scalp, and pushes his cock in to the hilt.

‘What the hell?’ Jongwoo says. Then repeats himself, his footsteps approaching. He grabs Moonjo’s shoulder and shoves him back. Seokyoon is left gasping, but Jongwoo isn’t concerned with him.

‘You sick freak.’

‘Don’t say that,’ Moonjo says, and Seokyoon can tell without looking that he’s smiling. ‘You’ll hurt our Seokyoon’s feelings.’

Jongwoo glances over his shoulder at Seokyoon there on the ground; Seokyoon can’t tell what exactly it is Jongwoo thinks right then. Jongwoo isn’t dressed – he only has his towel around his waist, and his hair is wet from the shower, and Seokyoon is subsumed in a lust that is entirely inappropriate to the situation.

With Jongwoo distracted by Seokyoon, Moonjo strikes him across the face. Jongwoo staggers back, his hand going to the side of his jaw, his attention back on Moonjo.

‘You don’t even know what it is he’s done for you, do you?’ Moonjo says, his voice lighter, condescending.

Seokyoon struggles to his feet. He sees Moonjo strike Jongwoo again, while he’s still stunned, and then Seokyoon is inserting himself between them, his back to Jongwoo.

‘Stop that,’ Seokyoon says. ‘Hyung, he doesn’t mean that.’

‘Don’t defend him,’ Jongwoo says.

Moonjo makes a feint; Seokyoon is trying to stay between him and Jongwoo, but then Moonjo knees him in the belly, the force of it taking him by surprise.

‘You bastard –’ Jongwoo says.

Moonjo looks to the kitchen bench first, of the two of them, and he takes up the knife again.

‘Shall I get him to demonstrate?’ Moonjo says.

‘Come on,’ Seokyoon says, clutching his stomach. ‘You don’t need to go that far.’

Moonjo gestures with his eyebrows to Jongwoo; gingerly, Seokyoon turns around, and drops to his knees.

‘What are you –’

Moonjo steps in behind him, and with the knife he pulls Jongwoo’s towel loose.

‘Just go along with it,’ Moonjo says. Seokyoon can’t see what specific threat he’s making, how Moonjo might be holding the knife. Seokyoon’s eyes are latched on Jongwoo’s cock, nestled under a thatch of hair; despite everything, sucking Jongwoo off is definitely something Seokyoon wants to do.

Of course, he wants Jongwoo to want it too.

He doesn’t look up to see what face Jongwoo is making; he doesn’t want to know if Jongwoo is disgusted. He kisses Jongwoo’s cock before he takes it in his mouth. This should be something for him to savour.

‘You fuck,’ Jongwoo says, above him.

‘Come on, babe. Just go with it.’

Seokyoon is irrelevant. His mouth is just a stand-in for Moonjo’s mouth – if Moonjo were to lower himself to do this. Seokyoon suckles at Jongwoo’s cock, moving his mouth against him, until Seokyoon feels Moonjo tap the flat of the knife against his cheek. When he leans back from Jongwoo, Moonjo is offering him his cock again.

Seokyoon opens his mouth and lets Moonjo take his turn. Moonjo uses him more roughly than Jongwoo, thrusting against him so that Seokyoon gags; then Moonjo pulls back again and directs him back to Jongwoo’s waiting dick. This time, Jongwoo grabs his head and pushes in more violently; Seokyoon doesn’t know what it is that has changed, to make Jongwoo an active participant in this.

But it’s better, isn’t it? It’s better if Jongwoo is choosing to take part.

They take turns using Seokyoon’s mouth. Seokyoon can’t help getting hard from it. Maybe this has always been a fantasy of his, to be at the mercy of two men. He forgets what Moonjo has done to induce the situation; he just enjoys it. Not just having the two of them in his mouth, but the opportunity to touch too – to put his hands on them – to touch Jongwoo’s bare arm, the back of his thighs, while Jongwoo uses him. And Moonjo too.

Moonjo comes first, thrusting in as deep as he can, so that Seokyoon has no choice but to swallow; then too soon he’s handing Seokyoon back to Jongwoo, and it’s Jongwoo assaulting his throat instead, his grip on Seokyoon’s hair painful. He comes the same way as Moonjo, balls deep in Seokyoon’s throat, holding Seokyoon’s head in place so that he can only take it.

And then when he’s done, and Seokyoon falls back to his knees, coughing and gasping – Seokyoon realises that Moonjo is gone.

‘Did he leave?’

Jongwoo ignores the question. He puts his foot between Seokyoon’s legs, leaning his weight against Seokyoon’s hard cock. It hurts and it’s amazing.

‘What was that about?’ Jongwoo says.

‘Hyung?’

‘When did you fuck him?’ Jongwoo presses down harder; when Seokyoon cries out he barely seems to notice.

‘I didn’t –’ He had – ‘He paid me to. He said he’d pay me enough to move out. I wasn’t meant to take you with me.’

Jongwoo stops the pressure. ‘And you did that?’

‘He found out,’ Seokyoon says. ‘Sometimes I just need the cash. Hyung –’

‘You sleep with a lot of guys? Without his pressing down, the light pressure of Jongwoo’s foot on Seokyoon’s dick is just a frustration.

‘I wouldn’t say a lot.’

‘So he was just another one, huh?’

‘It wasn’t like that,’ Seokyoon says. ‘I was scared.’

‘You were scared?’

‘Of course I was scared! But I wanted to get you out too, hyung.’

Jongwoo increases his weight against Seokyoon again, right to the sweet spot where the pain is indistinguishable from pleasure. Jongwoo curls his toes. Something flicks over his face; Seokyoon doesn’t know if it’s contempt or something else.

‘Hyung –’

‘Do you like being stepped on?’ Jongwoo asks.

‘I –’

Hell, it’s a rhetorical question – Jongwoo’s feet are bare, it’s not like he can be in any doubt about how Seokyoon’s body is reacting. So Seokyoon nods. Maybe Jongwoo is pissed off; he probably feels violated. Seokyoon doesn’t know if he can fix this.

Jongwoo steps harder on Seokyoon’s dick. And the feeling is past pain, is pure sensation that swallows Seokyoon up. He comes right then in his pants.

And Jongwoo must be able to feel it, because something passes over his face – it’s not contempt, Seokyoon thinks, but as for what it is –

‘I need another shower,’ Jongwoo says. Which is pretty rich coming from the person who hasn’t just come in his pants.

Jongwoo snatches his towel off the floor. His eyes stay on Seokyoon, like Seokyoon is a wild animal that he doesn’t entirely trust; then he disappears into the bathroom again.

Seokyoon pulls himself together enough to go collapse on the couch instead of the kitchen floor. His jaw aches and his throat feels raw. It can’t be good for his voice if this keeps happening.

As if this is ever going to happen again. He’ll be lucky if Jongwoo doesn’t run away that very evening.

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Jongwoo doesn’t run away. He gets his laptop out and writes, while Seokyoon sits at the other end of the couch with his headphones in, wondering whether he should apologise. If not for taking Moonjo’s offer in the first place, then for going along with it now. Even if he was technically forced. Because Jongwoo was forced too.

Jongwoo doesn’t say anything either. Seokyoon heads to bed first, while Jongwoo is still writing. They share the bedroom – Seokyoon taking a mattress on the floor, while Jongwoo takes the bed. It’s not something Seokyoon minds. Seokyoon usually sleeps easily – he’s always managed to be blasé about things that kept others up. But he can’t be blasé about this. He’s known Jongwoo only a handful of weeks, but he doesn’t want to see him walk away.

Seokyoon must drift off eventually though, because he wakes up again when Jongwoo slips onto the floor beside him. Seokyoon is lying on his side and Jongwoo fits in behind him. Seokyoon props himself up to say, ‘Hyung, what –’

But Jongwoo says, ‘shh,’ and he puts an arm over Seokyoon to pull him back down. He fits himself against Seokyoon, and Seokyoon can feel Jongwoo’s erection press against his ass.

It doesn’t compute. Even though Seokyoon has jerked him off already, and sucked him off, it still doesn’t compute. But Jongwoo slips a hand under Seokyoon’s t-shirt, plays it over Seokyoon’s stomach. No urgency, just touching Seokyoon for the sake of it. And then reaching down, he squeezes Seokyoon’s dick in his hand. Shifts behind him, so that his dick rubs at Seokyoon’s backside. His breath is on the back of Seokyoon’s neck, behind his ear.

Jongwoo lets go of Seokyoon’s dick, and he moves his hands upward to grope his chest, pinch his nipples. Now Seokyoon is the one shifting, to rub against Jongwoo’s cock. Jongwoo lowers his hand again, tugging down Seokyoon’s boxers so that his ass is exposed, and the top part of his thighs. He nestles back against him, his cock rubbing against the top of Seokyoon’s legs until Seokyoon rearranges himself so that Jongwoo fits between his legs. Jongwoo thrusts at the gap between Seokyoon’s thighs, his dick rubbing along the underside of Seokyoon’s balls. He reaches round to take Seokyoon’s cock in his hand again, jerking him off in opposite motion to how he rubs himself between his thighs.

It feels nice. Seokyoon doesn’t know what has come over Jongwoo, but it feels nice to be spooned by him, to have Jongwoo’s body so closely pressed to his. Jongwoo is warm, and it makes Seokyoon feel comforted. Not just because the sex is pleasant, but because it means Jongwoo can’t hate him after all. That Jongwoo wants to be comforted too. Even if it’s just that Jongwoo got horny and Seokyoon is a convenient body, he doesn’t have to hold Seokyoon so tightly.

Jongwoo comes first, warm on Seokyoon’s thighs. His breath is hot on Seokyoon’s neck, and Seokyoon has the urge to turn in his arms and kiss him. He’s not sure Jongwoo would react well to that. It’s too much affection, for the relationship they have between them. But at least Jongwoo doesn’t just roll over when he’s done; he has enough consideration to make sure Seokyoon gets off too.

But first, he slips his free hand under Seokyoon’s neck, curving his fingers around the front of Seokyoon’s throat. He doesn’t apply pressure, but there’s something in the way he strokes Seokyoon’s skin that makes it feel imminent.

Does Seokyoon want that? Does he want not just Jongwoo’s sex but for Jongwoo to hurt him as well? Jongwoo holds his throat and doesn’t squeeze, but the threat is enough that Seokyoon comes with a whimper, jerking in Jongwoo’s arms.

And now he really wants to turn around and fling himself at Jongwoo, to keep Jongwoo there with him even though they’re both hot and sticky. Jongwoo doesn’t like that, Seokyoon thinks; Jongwoo would rather be clean.

And despite that heat, when Jongwoo pulls himself away from Seokyoon, the air hitting Seokyoon’s body still gives him a chill.