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Donghyuck was doing his best to stay away from the Alpha Gamma Rho frat. Charity events are necessary, and Donghyuck knew that when he joined the frat. But this particular charity event was the bane of his existence. He already didn’t wanna go to this, knowing full well that AGR was going to be there.
Especially because car washes were automatically a little too gay for him. A little too much skin and soap and erotic-ness. And then these guys were here. He had no idea why they wanted to take this idea of fanservice and run with it. But here Donghyuck was, distractingly ringing out a sponge and trying to look away from Jeno’s legs. Men in skirts were wrong, and those two were looking a little bit too comfortable kneeling around some broke college girls car, and purposely getting too much suds all over each other. Donghyuck winced and turned away.
Johnny shot Donghyuck a look (which he dutifully ignored).
“Why do you hate those guys so much?” Johnny asked. Donghyuck looked at him and scoffed.
“You should too. You know damn good and well that they are trying to get more funding this year.” Donghyuck hissed.
“Is that why? At the rate they are going, they are going to damn well earn it.” Johnny said.
“They also act a little bit too gay with eachother. Like, I’m not homophoibc or anything, I just think they shouldn’t be giving people the wrong ideas with the way they act. Friends shouldn’t hold each other’s hands.” Donghyuck said. He felt his ears flush when he made eye contact with Jaemin, and that bastard had the audacity to wink at him.
“That sounds awfully homophobic, Hyuck.” Johnny said. His eyes weren’t exactly judgemental, but they did look a bit concerned.
“Whatever.” Donghyuck said, and went back to looking-not-looking.
(--.--)
Donghyuck was his mothers pride and joy. He knew this. He knew that she absolutely adored the way he pushed his way into the highschool football team, despite all of the American boys who teased his size. How she adored that he got into a good college through his grades alone. How she adored his pretty girlfriend who followed them to church on Sundays and mass on Wednesdays.
But he was only that Donghyuck to the people in his life. The Donghyuck he sees is terrified. Small and afraid of failure, a little bit more than the typical rich kid who could fall back on his daddy’s money. So he acts. Lives his life through a ‘fake it till you make it’ outlook, and sure, that may make him seem like a stuck up asshole sometimes. But it stops him from being exposed to the too hard emotions.
But this Donghyuck also lays in bed awake at night, thinking things he shouldn’t be thinking. He ignores that he started thinking these things more when he and his girlfriend broke up.
Tonight, ‘these things’ were Jeno’s legs in the skirt that he purposefully ignored. But it is in his head. The drenched pleats barely made it to the middle of his thighs, strong muscle rippling when he would get on his knees for more water. The short black boxers that were under his skirt that seemed to be riding further and further between his cheeks as the event went on.
And then there was Jaemin. Shirtless and strong and somehow more intimidating than Jeno, despite not being even half as jacked. The way he would lean his strong body over Jeno to get a spot on a window. And the thigh high schoolgirl socks that made the muscle in his thighs bulge around the top.
Donghyuck groaned and rolled over, ignoring the aching between his legs.
(--.--)
“Did you like my skirt yesterday, Donghyuck?” Jaemin asked, smiling. His eyes were too knowing for Donghyuck’s liking.
“I like it on your girlfriend more. What did it take for her to let you borrow it?” Donghyuck asked.
“What girlfriend, babe? Jeno, did you know I have a girlfriend?” Jaemin turned to Jeno, who was laughing.
“And you didn’t tell me? Asshole.” Jeno said. His eyes were so pure. Donghyuck wondered how he got to pairing up with the devil incarnate.
“All I’m saying, is you two acted a little too gay. You don’t want people getting the wrong idea.” Donghyuck said. He was doing them a favor, really.
“What might that idea be?” Jeno asked, a sweet smile still on his lips.
“That you two are gay.” Donghyuck said.
“And has anyone said it isn’t true?” Jaemin asked. Donghyuck paused and stepped away.
“Are you?”
“No. But for Jeno I might be.” Jaemin said, slipping his hand into Jeno’s. Jeno smiled and kissed his cheek. “Chill out, man. It might be you who’s gay, with how far that stick up your ass is.” And then he walked away. Not before whispering a ‘we just might be gay’ to Donghyuck, though.
See, this is the type of shit Donghyuck is talking about! They say they aren’t gay, and then they do gay shit like that. Donghyuck sighed and made his way to class, allowing his brain not to think. But that just made it think harder.
Jaemin grabbed Jeno’s hand so easily. Like he had done it a hundred times. And Jeno kissed his cheek even easier, like it had been done more than a hundred times. And hell, for all Donghyuck knew, maybe it had.
Donghyuck sighed and sat down in his seat. He didn’t know why he took a philosophy class, he didn’t think he was a very philosophical person. But it was an easy A and a good class to fall asleep in.
(--.--)
It has been four days. Four days since Donghyuck had seen them at the car wash, and he was sure that his mind was starting to exaggerate facts. There was literally no way that Jaemin had lifted up Jeno’s skirt while he was atop his lap. He thinks that might have stuck with him a little sooner.
He didn’t understand. Like, yeah, Donghyuck was horny, but so was everyone else. And it wasn’t like he had a shortage of girls to fuck. He became friends with so many for a reason. But he simply couldn’t understand why he couldn’t get those images out of his head. He isn’t gay. He isn’t gay but he has cought himself watching the way Jeno’s ass bounced, and the way Jaemin’s thighs bulged under his jeans, more times than he would care to admit in these past few days.
“You know, I was joking the other day. But did you like my skirt, Donghyuck?” Jaemin asked. Donghyuck flinched and tossed on a glare.
“Literally what are you talking about?” Donghyuck asked, deadpan. He knew what Jaemin was talking about, but he wasn’t about to call himself out like that.
“My skirt. Or was it my legs? I can never remember which one you looked at more.” Jaemin said. Honestly, Jaemin was a menace. Walking up to Donghyuck talking about an outfit he has been desperately trying to forget, all while slowly blocking him into a corner in a pile of panicked goo.
“Bro, I’m not gay.” Donghyuck said. Jaemin smiled.
“Neither am I, but I would still fuck you.” Jaemin said, smiling mischievously.
Donghyuck gaped as he walked away. He turned and dramatically winked at him. And then he was gone.
This was a normal thing between straight people, right? Like, this wasn’t gay or anything? Obviously, Jaemin said he was straight, but he could have been lying. But Donghyuck said he was straight, and he wasn’t lying. Do straight guys fuck eachother? No. That's obviously a very gay thing to do.
But why the fuck was he flirting like that? If Jaemin actually was straight, he wouldn't be flirting with Donghyuck like he has been. He knows. He said he couldn't remember which one he was looking at more. It was his legs, Donghyuck's brain helpfully supplied.
Donghyuck groaned and turned around. He didn't have time for this. He was going to go take a nap, fuck class.
On his way back to his house, he was accompanied by Jeno. That's fine. Jeno is okay when he isn't with Jaemin, feeding off of his insanity. Donghyuck has even had pretty intelligent discussions with him in class.
Apparently not today.
"Obviously, you were watching his legs. I think it was my skirt you liked more." Jeno said. Donghyuck startled and turned to look at Jeno. He was already looking back, a devilish smile gracing his lips.
"Why are you so convinced I was watching you guys?" Donghyuck asked.
"Because you were. Don't worry, we were watching you too. Your pretty waist in those jeans." Jeno said. His voice was low, but teasing.
"I thought you guys were straight." Donghyuck said. He cursed his wavering voice, especially when Jeno smirked at him.
"That's what happens when you do your own thinking. Maybe you should let us think for you for once, yeah? You just might like it." Jeno giggled, and then turned the corner. Donghyuck stood there in shocked silence for longer than he would care to admit.
( -.- )
Donghyuck was not happy with the amount of time he has been spending in his thoughts lately. Mainly because they are filled with thoughts about The Two Who Shall Not Be Named.
But that doesn't change that he was, in fact, thinking about them. The skirts didn't show up as often, but Donghyuck would take the skirts over what it is now. Nothing. Shiny skin glistening under Donghyuck's LEDs during early hours of the morning.
He isn't even with them sometimes, sitting on the sidelines and watching them kiss each other stupid in the middle of Donghyuck's bed, knowing each others bodies far too intimately.
He couldn't look over to either of them in class without hearing phantom gasps in his mind, and the ghost of their touches along his body. He could feel a flush rising up the back of his neck and staining the tips of his ears red. He shivered. It was almost like they knew when he was watching them, For whenever he would glance over to them, they would sit a little higher in their seats and lean into each other closer, holding a charged eye contact that only Donghyuck seemed to be able to see.
He knew he was falling into their trap, whatever that may be. But he didn’t know how to stop. They knew just what buttons to press to get him falling into their schemes and to be bending over to their every whim. He was weak, and growing weaker.
He shuddered and started packing up his bag. He doesn’t think he is capable of sitting through an entire lecture on how the stock market could rise and fall at a whim. He left through the back door, knowing better than to interrupt his professor's lesson.
He was about half way down the hall when he was pinned against a wall.
“Do we make you nervous, baby?” Jaemin laughed into Donghyuck’s collar. Donghyuck made eye contact with Jeno, who was standing being Jaemin. He smiled, and Donghyuck shivered.
“We do. I can see it in his eyes.” Jeno said, laughing. Donghyuck was really starting to second guess that ‘innocent’ assumption he had made about Jeno. “And he is hard.”
“Donghyuck! Did we do that to you? You could have had us so much sooner, should you have just asked.” Jaemin laughed. Donghyuck gasped when Jaemin took a hold of his cock through his jeans.
“Stop. You,” Donghyuck’s knees threatened to give out. “You guys are straight.”
“Awe, baby. Did you actually believe that? Me and Jeno have been sucking face in the back of classrooms since we were 15. There is nothing about us that is straight.” Jaemin laughed. He sounded so mocking, and Donghyuck wanted to allow himself to feel pathetic. Donghyuck whimpered. He was losing fast.
“You were so easy. Up in that head of yours. All we had to do was flash a little skin and some homoerotic PDA, and you were weak in the knees and questioning everything you had ever done.” Jeno said. He knew. They had done it intentionally. They had seen the way his gaze would linger on them, and they ran with it. “We had you imagining the ways you wanted to bend us over and fuck us seven ways from hell. Or maybe you wanted us to bend you over, instead. Is that it, Donghyuck? Did you want Jaemin’s cock splitting you open? Bending you over a table and pounding you raw?” Jeno laughed.
“Fuck.” Donghyuck gasped. He thinks Jaemin might have echoed it. “I don’t- I don’t know. This is wrong.” Not even Donghyuck could believe the words that were leaving his mouth.
“Is it wrong? Why does it feel so good then, babe?” Jaemin said. Donghyuck was getting whiplash between the two of them. “Do you wanna go home with us? Hm? Find out how wrong it really is?”
Donghyuck should say no. But he doesn’t. He gasps a wet ‘please’ against Jaemin’s cheek and he gets pulled down the hallway, out of the building, and to their car. Apparently Jeno can drive (a tiny part of Donghyuck’s brain latched onto an image of a loose collared, frantic Jeno. Driving with one hand, and jerking Donghyuck off with the other) because it is Jaemin who shoves him into his back seat and climbs on top of him, foregoing the seat belt for sitting on his lap.
Donghyuck wondered if they were going to the AGR house. He almost didn’t want to, for the sheer fact that they might run into one of the brothers on the way up. Donghyuck doesn’t know if he could actually handle looking one of them in the eye, knowing full well that they would tell Johnny about this later. But the same part of him kind of wants them to see. Donghyuck feels like they would understand what Jeno and Jaemin can do to the straightest of men.
Donghyuck was ripped out of his thoughts when Jaemin nudged his mouth open with his thumb, only to shove his tongue inside, tearing a moan out of Donghyuck’s mouth. Donghyuck would easily submit to Jaemin, if only for the amount of power he holds, and in the way he gets what he wants.
Jaemin kisses wild. Unhinged. He tugs at the ends of Donghyuck’s hair and before he can wince, Jaemin is already tugging on the collar of his shirt. His lips are chapped, but Donghyuck doesn’t mind it. His fingers are strong and calloused, but Donghyuck doesn’t mind it. There is something so distinctly male about him, but Donghyuck doesn’t mind it. A part of him has probably always wanted it.
AGR house wasn’t very far away from the campus. Maybe five minutes, with traffic. But it seemed like it went by so much quicker when Jeno was pulling into the driveway, and was tugging them out of the back seat and up the steps of the house.
Luckily, they didn’t come across any of the brothers on their journey to Jenos and Jaemins room. As hot as it would have been, Donghyuck doesn’t think he would have been able to handle it.
Jeno pried Jaemin off of Donghyuck, squeezing his way into his spot and pinning him against the wall. Donghyuck didn’t cower, but instead fisted his hand into Jeno’s shirt and pulled him forward into a bruising kiss. Jeno smiled and let him.
Jeno didn’t kiss like Jaemin. Gone with the wild lip lock that had Donghyuck’s head spinning. Jeno kissed slowly. Made sure that every movement was felt. Made sure that when he sucked on Donghyucks tongue, he felt every second of it. And he did. And when Jeno swallowed down the spit that had pooled up in his mouth, he made sure Donghyuck felt that too. Gross. Donghyuck was so horny right now.
Donghyuck didn’t know when it happened, but his pants had been pulled off and tossed to some corner of the room, and Jaemin was tugging at the hem of his shirt to do the same. Jeno whimpered, but backed up for just long enough for Jaemin to get it off, before crowding back into his space. This time, his hands wandered. Down his chest, to the divots in his abs. He knows he doesn’t look it, but rooming with Johnny gets you second hand shredded.
“I didn’t think you had this much muscle on you, babe.” Jaemin said. “Imagine our surprise when we saw you at that car wash. Your jeans made your ass look so good. Me and Jeno fucked so hard that night, thinking about you.” Donghyuck gasped.
His imagination ran with it, and the back of his eyelids flashed with images of those two fucking against this very wall. Jaemin holding Jeno up while pounding into him against the wall. Jeno riding Jaemin into the mattress that is not even five feet away from them. Not being able to make it onto the bed, so Jaemin fucks him from behind while Jeno is leaning over the bed.
Donghyuck whimpered, and his knees threatened to give out. Jeno was quick to grab hold under his ass and hoist him into the air and brace him on the wall. Donghyuck moaned at the display of strength, and he really wondered if Jeno was strictly a bottom. Because if the pressure against the cleft of his ass and the haughty laugh in his ear was anything to go by, Jeno wanted to fuck him. And Donghyuck wanted him to.
“Look at my Jeno baby, using his big strong muscles.” Jaemin said. Jeno moaned into Donghyuck’s mouth, and Jaemin laughed. “He’s so strong, isn’t he, Donghyuck? Too bad all of that muscle goes to waste when he’s begging to sit on my cock.” Fuck. Why is this so hot? Maybe Donghyuck won’t be getting fucked by Jeno, if Jaemin keeps talking like this.
Next thing Donghyuck knew, Jeno was setting him carefully on the floor and Jaemin ws dragging him over to the bed.
“What do you think, babe? Should I fuck him while you sit on his cock? Hm? Or do you want him to fuck you while he sits on my cock?” Donghyuck doesn’t care what they do, so long as he gets something right this instant.
“Wan-want him to fuck me.” Jeno whined. Jaemin scoffed.
“Greedy. Am I not enough for you anymore? Need someone else to cum in your ass? Fine. Best start opening yourself up for him then. God knows he doesn’t wanna touch a bitch like you.” Jaemin said. Donghyuck knew that Jaemin had a mean streak in him, but he had no idea that he could sound so demeaning. So degrading. And he didn’t think that a sweet boy like Jeno could like it so fucking much.
But here they were, Donghyuck sitting on the bed while Jeno kneeled on the floor in front of him, three knuckles deep in his ass, begging for Donghyuck to fuck him. And who was Donghyuck to say no?
Just when Donghyuck stood to roll a condom down his cock, there was a hand grabbing his wrist. Donghyuck startled and looked over to Jaemin, who had a devilish glint in his eye.
“How do you expect me to prep you when you are balls deep in a whore?” Donghyuck gasped, but sat back down. “Roll over, babe. Ass in the air. Grab me the lube that’s by your head.” Jaemin said.
Donghyuck did as he was told, not exactly in a hurry to find out what that mean streak feels like directed at him. He found he wasn’t as nervous as he thought he would be at the prospect of getting fingered. Probably because that is the only thing that has been able to get him off for the past week. But he still gasped when a cold, lubed up finger ran down the cleft of his ass.
“Relax. I can’t fuck you if I can’t even get inside you.” Jaemin said. His words were kind of harsh, but his voice was soothing. He willed himself into relaxing, allowing himself to be opened up. “ Hm? Have you done this before? You are opening up so easily for me.” Donghyuck blushed and hid his face in the sheets.
Jaemin dribbled more lube next to his fingers, and pulled out just enough to slide in another. Two was easy, and made it so he could reach deep inside and prod at his prostate. Donghyuck gasped and fell forward, ass arching up and allowing for more.
He knew that by this point he was begging. For what, he doesn’t know.
“One more, babe. Do you think you can take one more?” Jaemin asked. Donghyuck wanted to. He really, really wanted to. He nodded, and whined a pitiful ‘yes’ into the pillow his face was buried into.
Three was a stretch, but it scratched some bone deep need in the back of Donghyuck’s brain that had him literally crying and pushing back against Jaemin’s fingers. A wordless plea for him to go harder. Jaemin ignored him, and stuck with the painfully slow stretching, and if Donghyuck didn’t know any better, he might accuse Jaemin of doing it on purpose. He probably was.
“Look at Jeno, Hyuck. That’s what you look like. Whining and begging with your hole gaped open.” Jaemin said, still prodding at Donghyuck’s prostate. Donghyuck turned his head to look at Jeno, who was still kneeling on the floor, and his hole was gaped even farther than it was before. Donghyuck is pretty sure if he wanted to, he could fist himself. He was crying. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and onto the carpet and his cock was drooling all over the floor. Donghyuck looked like that? Fuck.
“Fuck me now? Please?” Donghyuck asked. He wiggled his hips a little, and winced when Jaemin slapped it.
“Why should I? Do you think you deserve it?" Jaemin asked.
Donghyuck knew he was only teasing. Edging him on. But it worked, and next thing he knew, Donghyuck was pleading. Begging and crying for Jaemin to fuck him. Jaemin whispered out a curse and then he was pulling Donghyuck up by the hips.
“C’mere Jeno. You have been begging for this for the last week, hurry up and get over here before I change my mind.” Jaemin ordered. Jeno whined, stood up on wobbly legs, and walked over to them as well as he could without falling over.
Jaemin sat on the bed close enough to the edge that his legs could hang off, pulling Donghyuck into his lap, who gasped when his cock ran through the cleft of his ass. He rolled his hips back to try and get some friction, but Jaemin was quick to hold him in place.
He grabbed hold of Donghyuck’s hips and lifted him enough to drop him onto his cock. Donghyuck fell boneless back onto his chest, head resting on Jaemins shoulder. He shuddered as the tip of his dick nestled closely to his prostate. Jaemin hardly gave him time to adjust.
“C’mon Jeno. Climb onto his lap. Facing me.” Jaemin said.
Jeno climbed onto his lap, paying little attention to the way that Donghyuck moaned as the double stimulation rocked his brain. His ears were ringing with the sounds of the two of them kissing each other dirty right next to his ears.
He couldn’t even process the sound he made when Jeno started rolling his ass on Donghyuck’s cock. Tears were rolling down his cheeks in globs, and he didn't think his vocal cords were making any actual sounds at this point. Just broken whimpers as his prostate was being teased, and he was being rode into oblivion.
He knows that he never wants this to end, but he also doesn’t know how much of it he can take. His eyes were red with the amount of tears and his thighs were burning from the absent thrusts he had made in an attempt to get Jeno further down on his cock, and to get Jaemin further up his ass.
Jaemin was quiet. Well, not quiet. Just quieter than Jeno, who was full blown sobbing into Donghyuck’s neck with absent minded pleading and begging to ‘just make him cum, already’. But his voice was deep, and gravelly, and Donghyuck had always known that the tone he took when you told him he was wrong was a little too dirty, but he didn’t think it would be so close to this. Donghyuck doesn’t think he would ever be able to get into another argument with him again, without popping a boner.
But when he said Jeno was loud, he meant it. Crying and begging and pleading, and if any of the brothers were home, it didn’t matter that they didn’t see them. They certainly knew what was going on.
Donghyuck didn’t process it when Jeno came. He just felt his ass clamp down so hard he cried and then Jeno was sagging against him, also crying. Jeno pulled himself off of Donghyuck’s cock and rolled onto the bed next to the. Jaemin grunted and grabbed a hold of Donghyuck’s hips fucking him down onto his cock. Donghyuck yelped, but he didn’t have it in him to want it to stop so he just did what he could to not provide any resistance, even after his dick started spurting cum all over his stomach and thighs.
He did feel it when Jaemin came. The telltale signs. The frantic, uncoordinated thrusts, broken off moans, the way he would hold him there for a second on every down thrust. Eventually he stopped pulling him up, just held him onto his cock and sunk his teeth into Donghyuck’s shoulder to muffle his deep groan. Jaemin wore a condom, but that didn’t stop the feeling of Jaemin’s dick twitching in his ass and the wet warmth of his tiny, aborted thrusts.
Jaemin let go of his hips, and Donghyuck pulled off of his cock slowly, hissing at the rawness around his hole. He laid next to Jeno on the bed while Jaemin tied off the condom and tossed it into the garbage can by the table.
Donghyuck doesn’t remember falling into unconsciousness, but he does remember Jaemin pulling a blanket over the three of them, and the way he gave each of them a small kiss on the lips, before cuddling into bed next to them.
(--.--)
Donghyuck isn’t embarrassed. He isn’t! He doesn’t regret it, and he definitely would do this again. But when he woke up to Johnny standing over him in Jeno and Jaemins room at the AGR frat, he pulled the blanket over his head and rolled over.
This was a conversation for a well-slept Donghyuck.