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Mark isn’t that surprised to find Jaehyun laughing with Johnny on their couch when he gets to Jaehyun’s apartment, it was more than a regular thing, it was almost routine. When Mark first met Jaehyun, he’d thought that the two were dating. They did virtually everything together, all the time.
He was pleasantly surprised when Jaehyun had cornered him at one of their friend’s off-the-rails Halloween parties, when he’d grabbed him by his nape and shoved his tongue down his throat, no questions asked. Jaehyun had never looked at him twice, but Jaehyun had one of those faces that everyone double, triple-taked at, and Mark was no exception.
So it’s safe to say he was over the moon when one makeout session became two, a hookup became fuck buddies, and bootycalls became boyfriends. Jaehyun was so fucking hot. And funny. Mark hadn’t known that, because when Jaehyun and Johnny were together, Johnny was always the one holding court. Johnny thought Jaehyun was hilarious, it was obvious, but Jaehyun only ever said his jokes loud enough for Johnny to hear. They were like that, those two. So wound together, such an…established dynamic.
Johnny never really gave Jaehyun the opportunity to shine. It was The Johnny Show whenever they were together (which was always).
Mark shakes his head, trying to stop that train of thought in its tracks. Johnny was a permanent fixture of Jaehyun’s life, Mark wasn’t, not yet. They’d only been dating a few months after all, he probably just didn’t know Johnny well enough to fully understand Jaehyun’s borderline hero-worship of him.
He quietly closes the door behind him, kicks his shoes off. The two hadn’t acknowledged his presence yet, were both leaning over Jaehyun’s phone looking at something. Johnny had his arm on the back of the couch, and Jaehyun was leaning into his chest so they could both see the screen, hand resting on Johnny’s thigh.
Hence why everyone thought those two were dating, confused when Mark introduced himself as Jaehyun’s actual boyfriend.
Johnny’s like my big brother and best bro, Jaehyun had explained where they first started hooking up. He was my Big back in frat, he’s like my…I don’t know, like, platonic soulmate or something. None of my exes got it, they were always weird about it. I don’t know, all my exes are crazy, but you’re different. You’re special Mark, I feel like you actually understand me.
But there was always something that rubbed Mark the wrong way about Johnny. Something about the way he looked Mark up and down when Jaehyun had first introduced them, something about the way that he does the same thing every time he sees Mark with a dark glint in his eyes. It feels disrespectful, but Jaehyun has never noticed. Or at least, he pretends not to.
Johnny does the same thing once Mark walks into the living room, rakes his eyes up from his socked feet to his freshly cut hair, and back down. Finishes it with a smile that resembles more of a smug smirk than a friendly greeting.
“Hey babe,” Jaehyun beams, dimples on full display.
“Hey,” Mark melts, forgets about the other man on the couch, so pulled in by his angelic looking boyfriend. “What are you guys up to?”
Johnny and Jaehyun look at each other wordlessly for a few seconds too long. Their weird twin mind-reading thing.
“Uh, just stupid stuff,” Jaehyun eventually responds, turning his phone off and putting it in his pocket. “Memes, tiktoks, you know. Nothing interesting.”
Johnny just keeps smiling at Mark. “Yeah, Jaehyun showed me a really funny video. You’ve probably already seen it.”
Jaehyun, bless his heart, is terrible at subtlety, so when he elbows Johnny in the ribs, Mark would be a fool not to notice. And Mark is no fool.
“Okay…” Mark pinches his eyebrows together, looking between the two, but only Johnny returns his gaze. He purses his lips and uses his thumb to point to Jaehyun’s messy kitchen. “Yo, I’m beat from work. I’m gonna make myself a snack, if that’s okay…”
Jaehyun slaps his thighs and stands up like a middle-aged dad, making Johnny fade into the background again as he walks over to press a fleeting kiss to Mark’s temple.
“Let’s see if there’s anything for you to eat,” Jaehyun says quietly, and leads Mark by the hand to the kitchen. Together they’re able to scrounge up an assemblage of leftovers, mostly takeout and delivery, for Mark to reheat in the microwave. It’s not great, but Mark happily chows down as Jaehyun leaves him at the kitchen island, walks back to the living room and says something to Johnny. Mark hears his footsteps fade as he walks down the hall to the bathroom.
Then he hears footsteps growing louder, coming his way. He swallows thickly when he sees Johnny walk in, put his big hands on the kitchen island across from Mark and lean in.
“Long day?” Johnny asks, tilting his head to watch him shovel another forkful of leftovers into his mouth shyly. Mark nods as an answer.
The thing about Johnny, the thing that really puts Mark on edge, is how devastatingly attractive he is. His full lips, his heavy eyes…how he towers over him, the way his muscles fight the fabric of his muscle tee. The thing about Johnny is, no matter how frustrating Mark finds him, no matter how much he forces Jaehyun into his shadow, he gets the appeal. Johnny has this ability to make people feel small. And that’s exactly how Mark feels at this moment.
“Want to see what Jaehyun was showing me when you came in? It’s pretty insane. I, for one, was pretty surprised when I saw it.” Johnny arches an eyebrow, making it clear that it doesn’t matter if Mark actually wants to see whatever dumb Tiktok Johnny has queued up in a rare moment alone together. So, Mark just wordlessly nods again. That must’ve been the right response because a wide grin splits across Johnny’s face, making little whisker lines in his cheeks and near his eyes.
He fishes the phone from his jeans pocket, unlocks it, and a few seconds later shoves it in Mark’s eyeline.
Mark flushes instantly. Feels boiling heat creep up his cheeks, burning the tips of his ears. It feels like a hand has reached through his chest and violently squeezed the air out of his lungs. Mark pushes off the island, fork still clenched tightly in his grip.
“S-Stop, don’t–what!? Why would he–oh god, fuck, Johnny turn it off!” He whisper-shouts urgently, furiously, but not wanting to start a scene in Jaehyun’s absence.
Johnny does no such thing, just turns the screen away from Mark to watch it himself, eyes flickering from the video to his blushing face and back again. In fact, he turns the volume up even louder, at full blast. Mark turns away in anger and embarrassment as the sounds of slurping and choking start filling the air.
“You could see why I was surprised, right?” Johnny asks. His tone sent shivers up his spine, dripping in condescension. “Didn’t know Jaehyun was dating such a…well.”
The video stops playing. More footsteps, not Jaehyun’s, approach Mark who is frozen in place staring at the cupboards. A large hand grabs Mark’s nape, a thumb traces over the knobs in his spine. Mark jolts at the touch, starts breathing faster.
“Sucking dick like that, in front of so many people? I really can’t believe you did that. Didn’t know shy little Markie had it in him. You suck dick like that in every club you go to?”
Johnny’s hand was hot and heavy, it made Mark shiver as it inched up and grabbed at his hair.
The video that Jaehyun had shown Johnny, that Johnny had shoved in Mark’s face, was one that Mark had no idea existed from a night that he had done his best to shut out of his memory.
A bad combination of poppers, alcohol, and new-relationship-energy had somehow led to Mark on his knees on the dirty, disgusting gay club dancefloor, pulling Jaehyun’s dick out of his pants and swallowing it down to the hilt. Eventually they’d garnered enough attention for folks to give them room, lighting the scene with the flash of their phones. Mark had trouble sleeping ever since, knowing explicit videos of him were probably circulating group chats, Reddit, and amateur porn sites.
In the moment it felt fucking amazing. Jaehyun had knit his hands in his hair, fucked his throat, looked down at him with so much adoration in his eyes. The music was so loud that Mark couldn’t hear him speak, but when he looked up with teary eyes he’d seen Jaehyun’s mouth moving like he was mumbling praises.
Eventually they’d gotten so much attention that security had caught wind of it and promptly kicked them out. The crowd had booed, denied more of their free peep show, and Mark had been pulled back to reality so quickly it made him physically ill. Once pushed outside, he’d emptied the contents of his stomach onto the sidewalk.
It was dumb and stupid, Jaehyun and him had never brought it up again. Mark didn’t even know that Jaehyun had taken a video.
It was humiliating. He felt humiliated. And, somehow, taken advantage of, though he’d been the one to initiate it, he’d been the one to lick Jaehyun’s dick from base to tip in front of a club full of strangers.
A voice cuts through the stifling, tense air.
“Getting started without me?” Jaehyun asks, not sounding upset or surprised at all at the way Johnny is crowding Mark into the counter with a possessive hand.
Johnny laughs warmly. “Don’t worry bro, just seeing what I could get away with.”
Mark finally finds it within him to shrug Johnny’s hand off and take a few shaky steps away from him, turning his wide eyes to his grinning boyfriend. Jaehyun walks over to him with a fond look on his face, wraps an arm around his broad shoulders.
“Did Johnny scare you, baby?” He coos. Mark fish-mouths, face twisted in confusion. Jaehyun laughs, his booming old-man laugh, and shoots a look at Johnny who joins in.
“I’m sorry, Markie,” Johnny says with an over-the-top pout. “Didn’t mean to scare the baby. Thought we were just having fun.”
Mark spares an angry glance at Johnny before looking back up at his boyfriend, currently stroking his back comfortingly. It simultaneously soothes Mark and puts him even more on edge. Jaehyun is treating him like a spooked horse.
“What–I don’t understand what’s going on hyung.” He steps out of Jaehyun’s arms and backs away, bringing his voice down to a hush. “I don’t get what’s so funny. Why did you–why did you send him that video?”
Jaehyun raises his eyebrows, like that was a surprising question. Like sharing videos of your boyfriend sucking your dick with your best bro is standard practice.
“Does that bother you?” He asks like he’s concerned, like this is news to him. Mark isn’t sure that he’s being genuine, Mark isn’t sure Jaehyun is someone he should trust until he’s done a lot of explaining and apologizing. “I thought it was sexy, baby. You looked so hot, wanted to show you off a little. Is that a bad thing?”
“Sharing is caring.” Johnny chimes in.
Mark looks between them dumbfoundedly. “No, no, that’s not okay. You can’t just do that, Jaehyun. I don’t want Johnny to–I don’t want you showing your friends videos like that! I can’t believe we are even having this conversation right now, this is so not okay.” He wraps his arms around himself, wants to melt into the ground and disappear. He whispers, “You–I’m embarrassed, hyung. It’s not okay.”
Jaehyun exudes disappointment, seemingly at a loss for words. They haven’t really fought, haven’t had any substantial disagreements or points of contention. Mark is pretty easy-going, extremely eager to please (something his friends constantly warn him about, he’s let men step all over him too many times).
Johnny nods to himself before clapping Jaehyun on the back, “Let’s all cool down. You don’t have any reason to be embarrassed, Mark. Shit, if you were my boyfriend I’d be posting that video everywhere, it’s fucking hot. You should be proud of yourself, you suck dick like a pro.”
He says it like it's a compliment. Maybe it is.
“You need to loosen up Mark, you gotta be more sex positive. Stop letting, like, shame or whatever ruin your fun. Yeah, you sucked dick in public, but it seems like you liked it, right?” Johnny walks over, looms beside him and taps Mark’s chin to make him look up to meet his honey-brown gaze. “You let everybody else watch, so what’s the difference between a room full of strangers and a video between friends. There’s not a big difference, right? I think you’re making a bigger deal out of this than you need to, I don’t think it’s worth blowing up at Jaehyun over.”
Mark purses his lips, feeling far too aware of Johnny’s calloused fingers firmly holding his chin. Sex positivity is a good thing, that much he agreed with. This is the era of the ethical slut and, really, what’s the big deal if one more person saw what he did. So many people have already seen videos of the same thing...does that make Johnny right? Is he really being too dramatic about the whole thing?
“I don’t know,” Mark says quietly, almost a concession, he can’t meet Johnny’s eyes. His resolve, his fight, crumbling quickly. Like it always does. “I guess.”
“He wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. Right, Jaehyun?”
Jaehyun has a blank look on his face, but his lips are pursed to show his dimples. “Right.” He eases behind Mark, puts his hands on his boyfriend’s waist and gives a soft squeeze. “I didn’t think you’d care, I thought you liked the attention.”
Mark realizes how caged he is, Johnny in front and Jaehyun behind. He gulps, chest starts hummingbirding. Jaehyun’s hands coast down to his hips, thumbs just grazing his ass. Mark watches helplessly as Johnny and Jaehyun apparently exchange looks over Mark’s head, his eyes trained on Johnny’s face now that he’s out of his focus.
“It’s not a big deal,” Johnny purrs, returning his attention to Mark. “Jaehyun lucked out and found himself a slut. I’m jealous.”
Jaehyun’s laugh rumbles against Mark’s back as he presses into him. He squeaks at the contact, the way it pushes his and Johnny’s fronts together. Johnny shifts his grip on Mark’s chin to cradle Mark’s face in his hands.
“A cute slut, too.” Thumbs graze over Mark’s cheekbones as Johnny locks his eyes on his lips. “Right, Jaehyun?”
“Right,” Jaehyun easily agrees, speaking directly into Mark’s right ear. His breath warm on his neck. “Mark, baby, you’re a good boy. You’re good for me, right? My good boy?” A kiss is pressed to right under his ear, his boyfriend gives his ass an indulgent squeeze.
Mark is statue-still, head cloudy with this quick succession of confusing events and the feeling of two sets of hands boldly roaming over his body. What…what is going on, how the fuck did they end up here, pressed against each other in the dingy kitchen?
“I don’t–I–I don’…” Mark stutters out, stops when Johnny presses a thumb over his lips.
“You know what would be fun, baby? You know what I’d really like? You should suck Johnny’s dick.” Jaehyun wraps his arms around Mark’s middle. “We don’t have to film it this time, since you’re so shy.”
“What!?” Mark squeaks out, slamming his eyes shut and knitting his brows. This was borderline humiliating, he was trying not to panic.
“It’d be hot,” Jaehyun continues. “Right, Johnny?”
“For sure.”
Johnny’s so close he can feel his breath puffing on his face, Mark tries to shrink away but is just met with Jaehyun’s solid weight behind him.
“C’mon Markie, don’t be a spoilsport,” Johnny goads. He moves one of his hands to grab Mark by the short hairs on his nap, the scruff of his neck, and gives a little shake. “Why are you being so shy right now, huh? Open your eyes and look at me. Look at hyung.”
Mark blinks open, eyes wet.
“Such a pretty thing,” Johnny says softly. “So good to your hyungs. You’re gonna do the right thing, aren’t you?”
“Dude, what!? No, no way. What are you guys–this isn’t funny…”
“Mark. I’ve been telling Johnny all about how good you’ve been for me, I’ve been bragging about you,” Jaehyun interrupts his protests sternly, like he’s chastising a child, and squeezes his arms tighter around Mark. So tight it makes him wheeze.“Been bragging about how well behaved you are, how sweet you are, how good your mouth feels. Don’t be like this, baby. You’re a slut, Mark, that’s why I like you.”
“I’m not,” Mark disagrees quietly. “I’m not, hyung.”
“You are, baby.” Johnny reaches down between the two of them. Grabs Mark by the crotch. He burns with shame and resentment. “Look how hard you are.”
Mark wasn’t even…he wasn’t even turned on by this situation, at least he didn’t think so. He wasn’t, right!? Then why did his dick fatten up in his jeans the moment Jaehyun had started his small grindings behind him, when Johnny had held his face firmly in his big hands. His stomach flips, he feels mortified.
Jaehyun laughs softly, hooking his head on Mark’s shoulder to try and look down at it.
“Stop pretending,” Johnny grins. “You want it.”
Mark wordlessly shakes his head in disagreement. He doesn’t even understand what’s happening, much less if he wants it or not.
Jaehyun lightly presses down on his shoulders, as if encouraging him to kneel on the tiled floor. Mark locks his knees, a silent rebuttal. Not here. Not..not like this. Is this really something his boyfriend wants? He wants Mark, his boyfriend, to suck his best friend’s dick? Does Jaehyun really think he’s really that easy?
You are that easy, a nasty voice in his head states. Your body count is a mile long, you suck dick in the middle of the clubs, you let your boyfriend’s best friend grab your dick and you didn’t even do anything to stop it.
Mark fights back tears of frustration. Johnny and Jaehyun are doing their mental telepathy again, he can tell. They’re trying to figure out what to do with him.
You probably want this, that voice continues. You do want it, don’t you, you fucking slut. Disgraceful. What would your friends think if they saw you right now? They’re right about you, they know the truth. You’ll suck and fuck anyone with a pretty face and a big dick. Admit it. You probably want this. Jaehyun might break up with you if you don’t. Admit it.
“Okay,” Mark whispers forcefully, cutting through the loaded silence. Jaehyun and Johnny’s hands feel like iron weights holding him in place. “O-Okay. I’ll do it.”
Jaehyun hums, satisfied, and plants a kiss on Mark’s cheek. “Good boy,” he murmurs.
“Hmm,” Johnny looks at him pensively. “Do you want it though?”
Mark stares at his chin, cross-eyed, and nods with a jerk of his head.
“Uh, uh. That’s not good enough.” Johnny lowers his face to get in Mark’s line of sight. “You want it?”
A pause.
“Yes.”
Johnny smiles. “Look at that, Jaehyun. You were right.”
Jaehyun just chuckles, rocks Mark back and forth. “Told you, hyung. He’s perfect, isn’t he?”
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A few minutes later, Mark finds himself sandwiched again, this time on the couch. Johnny on his right, Jaehyun on his left. Johnny’s hand on the inside of his right knee, Jaehyun’s on his left, holding his legs open.
Jaehyun’s mouth is on his, and then Johnny’s, and back again. He can barely keep up, is getting lost in their hands and mouths. They’re passing him back and forth, giving him no time to catch his breath or swallow his spit. He only knows who’s kissing him by which direction his head is getting roughly turned. Well, that’s not true, he knows Jaehyun’s kisses, paced yet insistent. Johnny is all plush lips and wet tongue. More than insistent, his kisses are demanding.
God, he can’t even kiss back really, not with the way they’re licking into his mouth, tugging at his lips with their teeth. Johnny had shifted one of Mark’s free hands to the bulge in his jeans, held his smaller hand there firmly when he gently tried to tug away. He’d made a small noise of surprise that Johnny had promptly swallowed down.
Now, Johnny is rubbing Mark’s hands over it, forcing him to squeeze his hardening erection. Johnny was big.
“You gonna suck it, cutie?” Johnny asks, kissing up Mark’s neck as Jaehyun arches his neck back with forceful kisses. He’s grinding into Mark’s limp hand now, held viciously in his grip. “Gonna choke on it?”
Jaehyun hums into Mark’s mouth, moves away with a firm peck to look Mark in the eye. Mark blinks blearily back at him, he’d been kissed to mush, the room is spinning. His lips felt dry and swollen from it. Jaehyun’s hand creeps up his leg, his thumb rubs circles on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, something that always turns him to jelly, even if he’s wearing pants.
“Mark,” Jaehyun urges. “What are you waiting for?”
He hears a clink of a belt buckle, the pull of a zipper.
“Come on, Markie boy. I’m ready for ya.”
Jaehyun smirks as he pushes Mark’s head over to face Johnny who’s pushed his pants down to his ankles and is gripping his naked cock. Mark takes a sharp inhale of breath at the sight. He was right, it is big, big. Thick and cut, long and curved. A picture-perfect tip, not the mushroom caps he’d forced himself to smile over (around) in the past.
Mark jerks as he notices Jaehyun pulling his shirt up and off, he ends up raising his arms to help, second nature to being undressed by his soft hands so many times the past few months. Raising his arms even though he feels so rocky inside, so unsure of being seen like this by Johnny.
He shyly covers his chest, looks around a bit lost once his bare chest meets the chill air, nipples hardening.
Johnny just smirks and shakes his dick, “It’s not gonna suck itself.” Jaehyun eye smiles, like Johnny is really funny, really smooth. It’s greasy. Greasy the way he cocks an eyebrow when Mark doesn’t instantly kneel down in front of him, greasy the way he gestured with his chin towards his leaking cock, a silent command.
Shameful the way Mark flushes, shifts off of the couch and settles on his bony knees in between Johnny’s legs. He hates sucking dick like this, with his knees on a hard floor. You wouldn’t know it if you’d seen Mark in the club choking around Jaehyun, he really didn’t like the way it made his knees ache or the pornstar angle of the whole thing.
Johnny puts one of his arms behind his head and leans back, strokes his dick inches away from Mark’s face.
“You’re still acting so shy,” He smiles. Like Mark’s reluctance and uncertainty is endearing.
There’s no hand that moves his head forward, no fingers prying his mouth open to fit around Johnny’s tip. He does it himself, as if in a daze. Holds the absolute monster of a dick by the base as he wraps his lips around his cockhead and swirls his tongue around it. Johnny hums appreciatively, takes his free hand to trace Mark’s ear as he begins bobbing up and down tentatively.
Neither of the men say anything as Mark twists his wrist with each upward stroke, providing friction to the length of the cock his mouth can’t take. It’s dead quiet, just the sound of skin and spit, slurping sounds that ring at 120 decibels in his ears.
Jaehyun is leaning back against the other armrest, one knee up, palming himself through his sweats. Mark can feel his gaze burning the side of his face. Part of him craves Jaehyun’s approval in all of this, and wants him to think he’s doing a good job. Part of him wants to pull him into a room alone and ask him a million questions.
Why do you want me to do this? Did you plan this? What other videos of me do you have that I don’t know about? How much do you tell Johnny about us? Have you done this before? What would happen if I said I didn’t want to, if I wanted to stop?
And then Johnny thrusts his hips upwards and grabs Mark by the back of the head, forcing Mark to gag loudly as his cock breaches his tight throat with no way to seek relief. He chokes, spit leaking from the corners of his mouth. Johnny holds them there for a beat longer, another slight grind of his hips forcing his dick even deeper. Mark’s stomach flips as he makes an awful retching sound around it and starts blinking tears out of his eyes. And then another grind, and another, until Johnny is just slowly face fucking him relentlessly, hooded eyes gone cold as they peer down at him.
Mark isn’t sure how long it goes on, all he knows is that he feels sick and he can’t fucking breathe right and his jaw is aching. Tears are streaming down his face and he realizes, horrified, that his nose is running. He looks up at Johnny with pure panic in his wet eyes, loudly cries around his cock insistently, nails digging into his flexing thighs. Maybe that’s why Johnny lets up and releases his firm hold on his hair, maybe he’s concerned he’ll actually break skin.
Jaehyun and Johnny laugh conspiratorially as Mark quickly takes his dick out of his mouth and starts coughing, saliva dripping onto the hardwood floor.
“Oops. Sorry.” Johnny says, not sounding sorry at all.
Jaehyun answers for him. “He can take it, hyung. Right, Mark?” His tone is kind, but leaves no room for debate.
Mark looks up at Jaehyun lording over him on the couch, dick pulled out of his sweats. He’s fingering his tip, teasing touches, as he watches Mark gasp in air on his hands and knees.
“Your throat feels fucking amazing, look how wet my cock is.”
Mark returns his focus to Johnny’s dick. It’s coated in thick saliva, dripping off his balls and pooling on the couch, seeping into the fabric. His spit had gone almost white and frothy from the throat fucking, so thick is was like lube. Johnny ran his hand up and down his cock, collecting the excess spit and showing it to Mark with a cheeky grin.
“You should feel his ass,” Jaehyun offers, voice starting to sound a bit strained. “So fucking tight. Doggystyle? It’s fucking over.”
“God, what a view that must be.”
“I only take him from the back, you know what I mean?”
The two laugh together, throw their heads back in unison. Mark kneels back, butt resting on his feet, clenches and flexes his hands. His jaw hurts, the top of his mouth feels rubbed raw, his throat is burning. He’s sure he’s flushed from his chest to the tips of ears.
“You good, Markie?” Johnny asks, a bit condescendingly, still playing with his cock.
Mark takes a beat before nodding, shifts back properly between Johnny’s legs again. He doesn’t need to be told twice, he knows he’s expected to continue. Johnny smacks his hard cock against his cheek, does the same to the other side. Mark closes his eyes, purses his lips, and takes it. Johnny does it a few times each side, a succession of loud thwacks, dick hard and heavy against his cheeks.
“Open.”
Mark does, expecting Johnny to thrust into his wet mouth again, but Johnny does nothing but scoff at the sight. Unsure of what to do next, Mark sticks his tongue out, a signal that he’s ready. But is he really?
Does it even matter?
Fingers start stroking over his lips, forcing their way inside to pry his mouth open even further. The fingers bully their way in and start stroking Mark’s tongue. Mark opens up wider, lets Johnny in to do as he pleases.
“Look at me.”
Mark opens his eyes slightly, just a bit.
Johnny sticks his bottom lip out. “Come on, let me see those big eyes.”
A thumb comes up to rub underneath his left eye and starts nearing his lashes. Mark’s chest squeezes with fear as he realizes Johnny fully intends to open his eyes for him if he doesn’t do it himself. Mark desperately doesn’t want that to happen, so he widens his eyes, lays it on thick, decides to play up the cross-eyed, coochie-eyed thing he obviously wants. It’s impossible to swallow with Johnny’s hand in his mouth, he can feel the drool starting to escape the corners of his mouth.
“Can I fuck him?” Johnny asks Jaehyun casually, fingers thrusting in and out of Mark’s stretched mouth.
“Yeah man, of course.” Like it was his decision to make. Jaehyun shifts closer to him on the couch, leans down and starts scratching at Mark’s scalp, the back of his head. Despite how uncomfortable Johnny’s fingers feel inside his mouth, he feels himself go genuinely cross-eyed at the touch, feels some of his muscles, tightened with anxiety, start loosening up. He sighs into the touch. “You like that, baby?”
Mark’s eyes flutter closed as he melts, the back of his head such a sensitive spot for sweet touches. The moment is ripped away from him when Johnny pushes his long fingers as far back into his mouth as possible, fingertips making contact with the back of his sore throat so harshly Mark feels his stomach turn again and gags violently.
When Johnny rips his hand out, Mark barely has a second to recover. Johnny’s hand, slick with Mark’s thick spit, lands harshly on his right cheek with a loud, wet smack. It catches him totally off guard, his hand immediately coming to clutch at his face, to protect the skin blooming with pain. Johnny fucking slapped him! Hard.
“What the fuck!?” Mark sputters, spit dribbling out of his mouth. When he looks up, Johnny has wrapped his arm around Jaehyun and is toying with one of his pink ears. Jaehyun looks totally unphased by the contact, still focused on Mark.
Jaehyun pets his nape like he’s soothing a kicked dog. “Poor baby,” he comforts softly. “You gotta work up to that with him, hyung.” He gives a final pat to the back of his neck before straightening up and giving a fond smack to Johnny’s bare thigh. “Don’t break my boyfriend.”
Johnny purses his lips in exaggerated understanding. “Sorry Markie. Got carried away.”
Like before, he doesn’t sound sorry at all.
Mark looks up at Jaehyun for…help? Support? Something, anything? But Jaehyun just smiles serenely, like Mark has made him proud.
When they decide (when Jaehyun decides) to move things to the bedroom, Johnny disappears into the bathroom. For a spare few moments, Mark has Jaehyun all to himself. Jaehyun, who is leading him down the hallway, hand in hand, like a gentleman.
In the bedroom, Mark automatically sits on the edge of the bed and grips the rumpled comforter in his fists.
“Jaehyun, I–”
“Here’s what’s gonna happen, baby.” Jaehyun sits down beside him and wraps his arm around his narrow waist, fingers toying with the belt loops on his jeans. “You’re gonna let Johnny fuck you, and then I’m gonna fuck you, and then we’ll call it a night. How does that sound, hm? It’s okay to be nervous, but you’re gonna like it. I need you to be good for him, okay? You won’t embarrass me, will you? He’s gonna fuck you real good, you’re going to like it, I promise.”
He tucks some of Mark’s hair behind his ear. Mark grabs at the hand around his waist.
“But Jaehyun, I–”
“Okay!” Johnny claps from the doorway. “Let’s do this.”
Johnny promptly takes his shirt off and throws it into the hallway behind him. Mark feels his mouth go dry–Johnny is just as ripped as Jaehyun. Warm skin, tattoos stretch over his collarbone, shoulder, cascading down his arms. Oh god, this is really happening.
Jaehyun’s warm hand, calloused from weight lifting, rubs Mark’s bare back comfortingly. “Take your pants off.”
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That’s how Mark finds himself splayed naked in his boyfriend’s lap with Johnny’s long fingers stretching him open. Jaehyun strokes teasing circles around Mark’s dark nipples that have Mark arching his back, his dick lays hard and reddened against the crease of his hip. He can feel Jaehyun’s clothed erection poking into his neck, his shoulder, his upper back as he squirms in the cradle of his legs.
Johnny isn’t being particularly gentle or slow opening him up, in fact he’s stabbing into his prostate, thrusting in and out far too fast and far too roughly. He’s on his knees, sometimes coming up to kiss Mark and fuck his tongue into his mouth as aggressively as his fingers, and all Mark can do it just lay there and take it. Brain wiped totally clean, just radio static, completely unable to process what’s being done to him.
His dick is jumping from the stimulation to his prostate, arousal swirling and pooling in his gut. He can’t stop the little jerks of his hips instinctually seeking friction or the pre-come leaking from his tip. He’s burning red hot inside, blood thrumming with it. In all honesty, it feels good. Good, but completely overwhelming, like everything is just too much. He didn’t know he’d end up here tonight, and he isn’t sure this is really where he wants to be. He grips Jaehyun’s thighs, the comforter, Johnny’s bulging biceps, seeking purchase in something, anything.
He still doesn’t know if he wants it.
“Fuck,” Mark curses, voice breaking, as Johnny starts rubbing his prostrate insistently, massaging it with expert fingers. “Fuck, oh my god, nngh fuck.”
Jaehyun hums, pleased, and drags his fingers up and down Mark’s side. Laughter, nervous and knee-jerk, is ripped from his voice box as those drags of his boyfriend’s fingers turn into tickles under his arms and over his ribs.
He fucking hates being tickled. A total loss of bodily control. Skin crawling, the laughs torn out are anything but happy and joyful.
“Stop, stop! Oh fuck–no! Please!” Mark cries through hiccuped, unwanted laughter, twisting and turning in Jaehyun’s lap. Tears start welling in his eyes, threatening to stream down his cheeks. A twenty pound weight sinks in his stomach. Johnny pins his shoulder against Jaehyun to limit his range of movement, rubs at his taint with his thumb as he continues to plunge his fingers in and out of Mark’s reddening hole. “Please stop, please, oh god, please, Jaehyun stop!”
It’s fucking torture, and neither will let up. They’re both laughing at his reactions, the way Mark is slapping at the bed and crying, begging, pleading.
“Okay, okay,” Jaehyun chuckles and stops his wandering, tickling fingers. Johnny takes it as a cue to take his fingers out and start softly rubbing circles over his abused hole. Jaehyun wipes the tears off Mark’s cheeks carelessly. “Poor baby.”
Mark’s heaving in deep breaths, trying to will his heartbeat back into a normal, steady rhythm. He looks down between his legs, and is met with a devastating sight–Johnny wetting his lips with his pink tongue.
“Let’s put him on his stomach.” It’s Johnny who says it, slapping Mark’s dick lightly. It’s soft but surprising enough to earn a loud, surprised yelp.
Four large hands flip him over. He grasps at Jaehyun’s hips, face planted in his crotch. Johnny hikes his hips up and puts him on his knees, puts a hand on his back to further his arch with a firm push. Jaehyun rips his shirt off quickly with one hand, pale, rippling muscles finally visible. Mark’s cheek rubs on his dark happy trail. Jaehyun lifts him up a bit to slide underneath him more, until he’s laid out on the bed under Mark, whose head is now at chest level, cushioned by his pecs.
Johnny grabs his ass with both handles and jiggles it, gives both cheeks a few sounding, harsh slaps. Mark gasps, drools onto Jaehyun’s naked chest. Johnny rubs over his cheeks to help soothe the pain. Maybe. That or he just wants to keep up his indulgent grabbing and petting.
“Goddamn. I could do this all day.”
“Told ya,” Jaehyun answers with a smirk. He leans forward, jostling Mark, to land a harsh slap of his own on Mark’s ass. “Best ass I’ve ever had, hands down.”
Mark, for some reason, flushes at the crude compliment, at the objectification. It’s humiliating, albeit a bit gratifying. Jaehyun’s dick grinds against his stomach, a sharp jap.
Johnny thumbs over his hole again, hooks both thumbs in and stretches him open. So open that Mark can feel the cool air whisper into his insides, he can’t help the way his hole puckers and flexes at the feeling.
Johnny spits harshly into it, punctuates it with another slap to Mark’s ass. It makes Mark scrabble at Jaehyun’s shoulders, clinging on for dear life and he’s only getting toyed with.
Mark closes his eyes as he hears the cap to a bottle of lube flip open, a juicy squeeze, and then the sound of Johnny coating his dick with it. No crinkling sound of a condom wrapper, but Mark is almost too out of it to care at this point. Of course, he reasons, of course Johnny would take him raw. Of course Jaehyun would let him.
I’m a slut, I deserve this. Johnny’s his friend, he trusts him.
Pressure at his hole and then a push, he can’t help but moan into it and grit his teeth. Johnny is thick, and he can feel every millimeter of it cracking him open. Johnny gives him a second once he’s a few inches in, a generous second to adjust, before he slams in to the base.
“Shit,” Johnny grunts. “Fucking tight.”
He starts pistoning into Mark’s heat, too quick. It hurts. Flickers of deep seeded pleasure and searing hot pain, too fast, too deep, too soon. High-pitched moans and grunts tumble out of Mark’s mouth unbidden. Johnny’s hand has a white knuckle grip on his hip, the other pushing, pushing, pushing on his lower back to keep him in an exaggerated arch. Mark keeps trying to draw his shoulders up, to shift away from Johnny’s pounding. But he can’t escape. Jaehyun has his arms wrapped around him, pinning him to his chest so hard he feels the air get squeezed out of him.
“Keep your–fuck–stay arched.” Johnny’s breathing is labored above him. “Jesus.”
Mark’s cock sputters out a weak dribble of pre-come as Johnny grinds harshly into his prostate, the tip of Johnny’s dick curved in just the right way to drive anyone utterly insane. Or maybe Mark’s biased, because he feels fucking insane. Loopy. Dick drunk on a dick he’d not chosen for himself, one that Jaehyun foisted on him without debate.
Johnny grabs him by his hair and lifts him a few inches off of Jaehyun. Johnny is grabbing and pulling so hard Mark has a jolt of panic, fear that Johnny could actually rip his hair out if he yanks any harder. He scrabbles to support his weight quickly so he’s not solely being held up by a vicious grip on his roots.
Mark is now able to see Jaehyun’s face with this new angle, Jaehyun who is flushed to his ears and biting his lip. With the extra room, takes one of his pale hands to reach under his sweats and start stroking himself again. There’s a dark spot on the crotch of his sweats, but it’s unclear whether it’s from his leaking cock or from Mark’s drooling and crying earlier. Does it really matter either way?
The sound of slapping skin against skin is thunderous, wet and lewd. Tears well up in his eyes again, spilling over his lashes and dripping off his cheeks. Johnny is fucking him hard. Rough and careless. A bit mean, like he’s mad, like he’s proving a point, like he’s punishing him. But he’s not mad, it’s obvious in the way he’s laughing at Mark’s cries and reactions. Cold, teasing, strained laughs. Punishing without purpose, the feeling of being used is starting to overtake everything.
“Oh my god,” Mark cries. He wants to bury his head in his arms, wants to hide, but he can’t. Johnny gives his hair another tug before wrapping both hands around his head and hooking his fingers into Mark’s open mouth, tugging it open at the sides in a way that makes his tongue loll out. Spit dribbles out onto Jaehyun’s chest with a broken moan.
He slaps Jaehyun’s side, trying to get his attention, trying to communicate without words that this is getting to be too much, but his boyfriend just grabs his wrist with a grin. Jaehyun looks up at him, eyes crinkling with happiness, he looks so…happy with Mark, like he’s proud of him, like he’s being good.
Mark can’t help the moans tumbling out of him, his cries and his wailing. It’s good, it’s terrible, he doesn’t want it to stop, and he wants to shove Johnny off of him. He’s being so rough.
“Fuck, that’s it. Take it.” Johnny’s breathing hard, pulling at his cheeks with long, calloused fingers. His balls are slapping against Mark with each harsh thrust. He grunts and lets Mark’s mouth go free. “Gonna–fuckgonna come on my dick you fucking slut?”
“Does he feel good, hyung?” Jaehyun asks, almost desperate sounding. Seeking Johnny’s validation, for some reason. He’s jerking off now, fist whacking Mark’s chest and abdomen carelessly.
Johnny grunts as he slams into Mark with a particularly hard thrust. “So good, feels so fucking good Jaehyun-ah.”
Tears are streaming down Mark’s face. He’s sobbing. Heaving, delirious. Jaehyun shushes him with a coo and runs his hands up and down Mark’s sides. Johnny pushes his head down onto his boyfriend’s chest and holds it there as he continues to slam into him.
Pressure is building, building, building. His orgasm crashes into him, through him. Totally unannounced. He practically screams into Jaehyun’s warm skin as the buzzing pleasure cascades over him in bursts as soft as a power washer. His dick, gone virtually untouched besides the small friction he’s gotten from Jaehyun’s bony legs and rough sweats, spills hot come in a steady stream.
Mark typically loves prostate orgasms, when he has the perseverance and time for one, so this feels like some sort of…karmic cruelty or something. It feels incredible. It feels insanely good. But it’s because of Johnny. Johnny who’s fucking him like some trashy hookup, or worse. More disrespectful than any one night stand Mark’s ever had. Like he’s just using him to get off but also wants to make him suffer a bit under his hands. And Mark doesn’t even like him.
His toes curl and he cries weakly into Jaehyun’s chest as his orgasm finishes rocking through him, hips jerking with each spurt of come. His legs shake, but his hips are still being held up by one strong hand. Johnny moved the other one from his head when he came to push on his lower back again, not letting him out of the exaggerated arch he’d bullied him into.
“God, fucking–squeezing me, holy shit,” Johnny pants as Mark’s hole flutters and hugs uncontrollably around his cock.
“Good boy,” Jaehyun says softly as his orgasm fades and his cries lessen. “Good job, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
All Mark can do is whimper in response, currently getting driven to the point of painful overstimulation as Johnny just keeps hammering away. All the distracting feelings of pleasure and release have faded almost entirely, leaving him exclusively with the raw reality of what he’s done…and what’s being done to him.
A few minutes later, minutes that Mark wills himself to endure despite the funny feeling in his gut and his hole, Johnny pulls out. Hands grab at his ass again, hard and objectifying. All he can hear is the slick sounds of Johnny’s hands on his own cock, jerking himself off against Mark’s red cheeks until he finishes. Warm come shoots onto Mark’s ass and lower back, long stripes of white painting his sweaty skin. Johnny barely makes any noise, just some more low grunts and staccatoed breaths.
“Fuck,” Johnny sighs and slaps Mark’s ass once more for good measure. He jolts at the unexpected blow, legs finally giving out without Johnny’s grip to keep him elevated. He lands on Jaehyun who gently rolls him off into the wrinkled sheets.
He looks over at Jaehyun with wet eyes, but his boyfriend is…distracted. Johnny is standing at the foot of the bed, rubbing at his abs with a bored hand. And Jaehyun is watching him. Watching and furiously jerking himself off. The two lock eyes and their faces split into mirrored grins.
Johnny tips his head back and laughs. Some inside joke? Mark has given up on trying to keep up with them by this point. But right now it cuts deeper, feels like he’s on the outside looking in. It shouldn’t be that way, right? They’re not laughing at him are they? Jaehyun chuckles and squeezes the base of his dick, finally looking over at Mark with soft eyes. “Hey baby. Someone looks like they’re getting worn out.”
He says it so sweetly, so genuinely and endearingly. It melts Mark, just a little. A lot. He tries to push the jealousy and the uneasiness back, tries to block Johnny out of his line of sight so he can just look at his dimpled, beautiful boyfriend.
The boyfriend he is so, so lucky to have, because out of everyone Jaehyun chose him, and he didn’t have to. Mark should be happy, should be willing to do anything to keep him, and he is and he will. He forces a small smile onto his face, tries to play off his cyclone of troubled thoughts as sheer exhaustion.
He could be a cool, chill boyfriend for Jaehyun. If that meant getting railed to oblivion by his slimeball best friend without complaint, if that was part and parcel with the full package, then so be it. One time, just one time, he could do it.
“Want you,” Mark whispers and reaches out. Says it quietly so it’s between them, so Johnny isn’t a part of it. He pretends like he can’t feel Johnny’s come drying on his skin. The deal was Johnny would fuck him, and then Jaehyun would fuck him, right? He needs that. Right now. Needs to be held and loved by his boyfriend. “Please.”
Jaehyun smiles and shifts up and over Mark, getting in the position to take him how he usually does–missionary. Because Jaehyun is like that, even when they were just hooking up. Gooey and doting, but quiet with it.
“Greedy slut,” Johnny says with a smile in his voice, making Mark wince. The mattress dips with his weight as he sidles up behind Jaehyun, peering at Mark over his pale shoulder. “One dick just isn’t enough for you, huh?”
So it was going to be like that.
On his knees, Jaehyun lines up and pushes in with a low moan. No lube. Mark’s wet enough as it is. His boyfriend’s all pink, from his fuzzy chest to the tips of his ears. His abs are taut, perfectly framed by Mark’s legs. God, he’s so handsome. How could Mark ever be mad at him, really? His hole welcomes him easily, a little sore and a little burned from the harsh friction of Johnny’s cock but still loose and inviting.
Or, maybe too loose?
“Mmph,” Jaehyun grunts as he grinds deep. “You really fucked him open, hyung. He can barely squeeze around me, shit.”
Humiliation and shame, a noxious blend, make Mark’s blood go cold, douses his brain in gasoline and sets it aflame. Panic pounds at his heart, makes him dizzy. Does he still feel good? Is he really too loose? Does Jaehyun not like it?
“You love my sloppy seconds, always have,” Johnny says. His feline smile plastered on his face, he looks at Mark’s nervous pinch of eyebrows and wraps his arms around Jaehyun. He strokes over his abs and his pecs, thumbs at his nipples. Jaehyun’s eyes go closed, head tips back, jaw drops open putting his wolfish teeth on display. He’s fucking slowly into Mark, more deep grinding than anything. Johnny presses a soft kiss to his shoulder. His voice drops into a murmur. “You did such a good job, Jaehyunnie. You’re so good, aren’t you? Let me try out your little boyfriend. Mark doesn’t even know how precious you are, does he?”
Mark whimpers as his boyfriend’s dick rubs insistently on his prostate, as Johnny’s eyes burn holes through his flushed face. Jaehyun is virtually absent, blissed out beyond belief, just rutting into him with a shuttered face and a slack mouth. And Johnny’s looking at him like…Mark doesn’t really like the way Johnny’s looking at him.
“You did such a good job for hyung, didn’t you?” Without breaking eye contact with Mark, Johnny nuzzles into Jaehyun’s neck, who lets out a high-pitched whimper in response. He’d never heard his voice go that high before. The mood in the room, the atmosphere, has gone so tense, so stifling. Thick. Mark can hardly breathe from it. “My Jaehyunnie always does such a good job, always so sweet for his hyung.”
“Yes, y-yes hyung. Yes, fuck.” Jaehyun picks up the pace, starts fervently thrusting into Mark. Mark can’t help it, he grabs at his dick. Just to stop it from slapping against his stomach so hard, he reasons internally. But that’s not the reason. Not really. He needs a distraction, needs to pretend there isn’t ice in his veins listening to Johnny sweet talk his boyfriend like that. Claim ownership over him like that. Listening to Jaehyun go to goo over it. “Oh, Johnny. God, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…”
It’s obvious that he’s close, the way his legs are giving sporadic jerks, the way his chest is heaving and his thrusts have no defined rhythm. This is usually when he holds Mark close, so close their hearts beat right against one another, like they’re sharing the same set of lungs.
But not this time, this time he leans his full weight back into Johnny’s toned chest with a weak cry. He grabs at Mark’s hips and pulls him further onto his dick, not fucking into him anymore, just pulling Mark on and off, on and off. And then he’s spilling into him, buried deep, deep inside. His chin dips to his chest, panting with low grunts as he keeps thrusting into Mark’s swollen hole.
Johnny reaches around Jaehyun slyly and bats Mark’s hand away from his dick to wrap his own around it and start jerking him off with quick, precise movements. Mark curls into his orgasm with a crunch, squeezing down on Jaehyun’s dick and making him hiss, as he falls apart in Johnny’s hand. Somehow. Johnny hums as he works him through it, hand coated in come, until Mark starts whining with oversensitivity. Mark grabs at his wrist, a plea to stop. And Johnny does…after another five excruciating strokes.
“Cute boys,” Johny cooes condescendingly, wiping his wet hand on Mark’s stomach. “Messy boys.”
Jaehyun smiles sheepishly and bumps his shoulder into Johnny’s chest, a silent cue to move back so he can pull out of his boyfriend.
Mark just lays on the bed, bones melted to mush, and stares confounded at the two men standing up, stretching, and joking quietly with each other like nothing out of the ordinary happened, like this was just a normal night.
Maybe it was for them.
“Man, I forgot how fun this is,” Johnny sighs, opening up Jaehyun’s dresser drawer like he owns the place and pulling out a clean pair of boxers to put on. Even soft, Johnny was big. It was hard to look away from. “It’s been ages. Not since…Doyoung, I think. Now that was crazy.”
“Hyung,” Jaehyun quietly admonishes, a modest hand covering himself. He sends a panicked glance over at Mark, to see if he’d heard that slip, to see if he cares, as he steps into a new pair of boxers himself.
Doyoung? Oh right. Doyoung. Jaehyun’s ex.
Mark just let his eyes fall closed, let himself melt into the damp sheets. No point in lingering on that bomb right now. Bury it deep, like a landmine, just walk around it carefully. It shouldn’t matter, shouldn’t affect him, not even if it makes something ugly stir between his ribs and between his ears. Friends fuck, friends have threesomes with their partners…it just…might have been nice to know that beforehand. To know this was coming, that this might be expected.
There’s dried come on him, stale come dribbling out of him. Sweat pooling in his collarbones and navel. He feels…kinda gross. And desperately wants to be held. Maybe Jaehyun intuits that, because he gently gets in bed beside Mark and pinches his cheek. It tugs a small smile out of him, he can’t help it. He looks up at Jaehyun with stars in his eyes, craving validation.
Instead, Johnny collapses on the bed next to him with an oof, jostling him uncomfortably. “You wore me out, Markie. You can really take it.” Johnny lays on his side and props his head up on one of his fists. “Jaehyun wasn’t lying, that ass is something else. I wouldn’t be sharing that if I were him, no fucking way. I’d keep you all to myself.”
“Hyung,” Jaehyun warns, a bit more urgently but with no real authority in his voice, as he wraps Mark up in his arms and pets his head. Protective touches, Mark decides. If only he could melt entirely in Jaehyun, fuse together completely, so he wouldn’t feel so…vulnerable and uneasy.
“Alright, alright,” Johnny winks at Mark, but he almost misses it, so zoned in on his sleazy smile and his plush lips. He says to Mark with a playful roll of his eyes, “Don’t want your boyfriend to get all jealous on me.”
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
After Johnny leaves, it’s a relief to be just the two of them again. Cuddled up in bed, washed and swaddled in their pajamas like it’s a normal, boring night like any other.
“You did a really good job tonight,” Jaehyun whispers into his hair. “You made me really proud. It’s…it’s important that Johnny likes you. He needs to like you. His approval is really important to me…I don’t know what I would do if he didn’t like you. Did you have fun?”
Mark nuzzles into Jaehyun’s chest, stomach buzzing with butterflies…and wasps. He forces words out of his mouth, tongue sluggish and heavy, “I-I did, hyung. Yeah.”
“Good, baby.” Jaehyun presses a kiss to his temple. “Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
When Mark drifts into sleep, he dreams about feline eyes and a plush, cruel smile.