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Minho wasn’t sure how he’d convinced the managers. They’d agreed to let the boys drive to the filming site on their own. Jisung had just gotten his drivers license, he needed practice driving, of course. That was Minho’s excuse anyway, and apparently management bought it, because here they were, cruising down the freeway in Minho’s black McLaren. Well, cruising may have been an overstatement. Han was a bit of a grandma behind the wheel. He drove the sports car like it was a minivan – 5 under the speed limit and both hands gripping the wheel.
“Yahh. Jagi, we’re never going to get there at this pace. We’re in the middle of nowhere, no one’s gonna pull you over, so just drive already.”
Han’s eyes never left the road but his eyebrows scrunched into a little frown. “Just because I won’t get pulled over doesn’t mean it’s safe to speed. In driver’s ed, they said-“
Minho interrupted him with a loud groan. “Relax, Hannie. You’re gonna pull off the steering wheel if you hold it any tighter.”
Jisung squeaked in horror, turning his huge doe eyes on his boyfriend just for a fraction of a second before snapping them back to the road. “Is- is that a thing? A thing that can happen? They come off?”
Rubbing his temples, Minho sighed. “No, that doesn’t happen. I was trying to make a point. But all I’ve done is make you more anxious. Maybe we should have just taken the van with the filming crew…” he mumbled the last sentence to himself.
Silence stretched for a few minutes before the older boy switched on the stereo. Han immediately switched it back off. “I can’t focus with the music on.”
“You’re not trying to HEAR the road, are you? You don’t need your ears to see where you’re going.” He was glad the other couldn’t see him rolling his eyes. He glanced at the dash to see how far they still had to go. It was going to be the most boring 37 minutes of his life. Unless-… A wicked grin spread slowly across his features. “Say, Hannie. I know how to help you relax.”
“Mm?” he grunted, not really listening.
Without further warning, Minho reached across the center console and ran his hand up Jisung’s thigh, letting it settle in the warm space between his legs.
As expected, Han let out an undignified squawk and smacked at his hand, trying to bat it away.
But Minho was prepared for the onslaught and didn’t move. He gave a gentle squeeze, massaging Jisung’s balls through the thick fabric as best he could. He cursed himself for telling him to change into cargo pants instead of the basketball shorts he’d been wearing previously.
Jisung whined loudly, squirming in his leather seat. “Hyuuuuuung! Stoooooop!”
“Stop what? I’m just trying to help you relax a bit.” He feigned innocence.
“Nononono, I’m trying to driiiiive,” he complained. He tried to wriggle out from under his boyfriend’s hand but only succeeded in rubbing up against him. Fuck. He could feel himself hardening under the teasing touches.
“Are you suuuure you want me to stop? Because it sure feels like you’re interested. At least one part of you is being honest.”
Jisung just whimpered, torn. He couldn’t deny the danger of it felt exhilarating. Maybe it was the sense of helplessness, as he clung to the wheel, trying to stay in control of the car. Maybe it was the danger of being caught. These windows were tinted right? Whatever the reason, being touched felt way better than usual.
Minho slowly unzipped his pants, watching Han’s face carefully. Despite his teasing, he would stop immediately if he sensed any real hesitation or panic. He was toeing the line between discomfort and non-consent, but he wouldn’t step over the line. Minho was a good dom and always respected Han’s preferences and limits.
“Just relax a little for me, hm?” He freed Jisung’s flushed cock and wrapped his hand around it.
The feeling of skin on skin had Han swerving in his lane a bit, thankful that there were no other cars for miles around. He sucked in a sharp breath as a wave of arousal swooped in his belly.
Minho must have noticed his gasp, because he repeated the motion that had elicited the reaction, pressing his thumb against his slit. He loved watching his boyfriend melt underneath his touch. “Eyes on the road, jagi,” he reminded as he rubbed at the sensitive underside of his cock.
“I…I am…I mean-…they are…” his brain felt jumbled. Maybe he should pull over. No, they’d never be allowed to drive themselves again if they were late to the filming site.
Minho had no intention of letting him make it to completion. Firstly, that could be actually dangerous while driving, and secondly, what fun would that be? Better to drag it out – to make him wait. Get him worked up now and watch him squirm all evening while they filmed, knowing they’d have to wait til the cameras shut off to finish what they started.
“No-…please-…we can’t-….” Every sentence was cut off, punctuated by his own moans and gasps.
Paying careful attention to his every little breath and noise and movement, Minho worked him closer and closer to the edge. He’d watched Jisung fall apart under his touch countless times and he knew all of his tells. When he got too close, Minho pulled back. Once, twice, three times, until Hannie was practically crying. His ability to drive in his lane was severely compromised at this point, so Minho decided to call it. With one last squeeze, he withdrew his hand, leaving his throbbing cock still exposed.
“Nnnnnngghh! Hyuuuuuung!” the younger man wailed, bucking his hips against the seatbelt as he strained for the lost contact. “Why-? You can’t-!”
But instead of offering relief, his boyfriend just watched as a bead of precum dripped in a long string from his angry red tip. “Who’s in charge here, hm? Wasn’t it just a couple of minutes ago you were ASKING me to stop?” he taunted with a smirk. The sight made Minho’s own dick twitch in his pants. He hadn’t noticed until now that he was uncomfortably hard. He pressed his palm against his erection, trying to ease the discomfort without adding fuel to the fire.
“No! I-I mean…yes! But-!”
The blare of a car horn made them both snap to attention. With a jerk of the wheel they were out of harm’s way, but the close call definitely had shaken Jisung up a bit. His hands shook slightly on the wheel. Minho felt a little bad, but not enough to regret it. He didn’t have much time to dwell on it anyway, as not two minutes later, the GPS was chirping and Han was pulling off the freeway.
10 minutes down a winding dirt road later, they’d arrived at the filming site – a camp site. They both knew where they headed, but now that they were surrounded by mosquitos and staring down a pile of camping gear, Han looked less than thrilled.
“Ah, it’ll be fine. Come on, I’ll set up the tent for us.”
Jisung pouted his bottom lip. “I don’t need you to do everything for me. I can pitch a tent.”
The older boy grinned at him. “That’s true. I mean just twenty minutes ago-“
“Hyuuuung!” Han whined, his ears turning pink.
“What? The cameras aren’t on yet.” Minho shrugged, feigning innocence.
“But the crew is all here. Anyone could hear you.” He stomped his foot like a petulant toddler.
“As if they don’t know.” He chuckled. Everyone knew the two of them were together. It was just sort of ignored among the crew. They knew better than to talk about it.
Once they started filming, it was clear that Jisung was not, in fact, able to pitch a tent. Not in the literal sense anyway. He struggled with even putting the chairs and camp stove together. But every sideways glance and casual innuendo from his boyfriend had him blushing. He couldn’t help but remember the scene from the car earlier. And it was all he could do to keep from pitching a tent in his pants at the memory. A ruined orgasm had him blue-balled and horny. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was Minho’s plan all along.
It was.
But what Minho hadn’t planned for was a surprise addition to their camping expedition. Bang Chan rolled up to ruin his plans just as they were getting the setup finished.
With the cameras on him from every angle, all Minho could do was smile and greet his hyung with faux enthusiasm and a plastered-on smile. Fuck. Hannie seemed genuinely happy to see him, so he clearly hadn’t figured out yet the implications of sharing their two-person tent with him.
Putting aside the annoyance, Minho focused on filming and enjoying the time with his boyfriend and leader. And he did. They had a great time. Until the cameras shut off and they crammed into their small tent. Most of the crew went home for the night, leaving only one van with a couple managers behind.
The tent was very obviously intended to sleep two people and it was crowded and sweaty in there. Han slept in the middle – well not slept exactly. None of them could fall asleep. The youngest boy tossed and turned, eventually cuddling into Minho’s chest. It made him sweat more, but he wouldn’t complain. Not when Hannie was being so cute. He absentmindedly rubbed Jisung’s back, as he had so many nights while his lover slept.
Eventually, Han lifted his head, nose to nose with him, and blinked sleepily through his pretty lashes.
“What is it, jagi?” Minho whispered.
Jisung wriggled, a little whimper escaping him.
And Minho knew. He didn’t need him to explain, but he loved making his boyfriend squirm, so he played dumb. “What’s wrong? Can’t sleep?”
Hannie nodded.
“Too hot?”
“Well…yeah, but-…” he trailed off, shifting to stuff a hand between his legs. “I-…um-…”
“What is it? Tell hyung,” he cooed.
Jisung tried to suppress a whine, only somewhat successfully. “You already know!” he protested in a loud whisper.
On the other side of the tent, Chan snored once and turned over. Thank god he was asleep.
“I want you to tell me.” Minho said, his voice husky.
“Nnnn…I need-…I’m horny, ok?” he admitted.
“Aww, is my poor Hannie feeling needy? Are you hard, jagiya? Let me see. Move your hand.” He pushed the younger’s hand out of the way to palm at his erection through his thin pajamas.
Jisung hissed through his teeth. After having been brutally edged hours before and then made to wait, he was just as oversensitive as he was desperate for relief.
“So hard for me, baby. It’s really a shame I can’t fuck you senseless right here in this tent.”
Han’s breathing quickened, whether from excitement or anxiety, Minho couldn’t tell. The younger man’s face was buried in his chest once more and he couldn’t ascertain his expression. “Shh, shh. It’s ok, jagiya. I’ll still help you.”
“B-but-…Channie-hyung a-and the managers-…”
“The cameras are off and Chan is fast asleep. Look at him over there, sleeping like a baby. So if you can be quiet and not wake him, I’ll get you off, hm?”
Jisung stifled a whimper of relief against his boyfriend’s chest and nodded. “I can…I’ll be quiet!”
“Good boy,” Minho grinned to himself as he felt Jisung’s dick twitch at the praise. He knew all his weaknesses. “Be good and I’ll give you your treat.” He shimmied down the cramped space toward the foot of the tent, so that Jisung’s hips were higher than his. From this position he could easily slip his hand past Han’s waistband, while also tucking one of Han’s legs between his own to rut against slightly. He was turned on too, who wouldn’t be in such a situation? Not that Minho was trying to get off, he was fully focused on Jisung and on keeping quiet. But a little pressure from the thigh in between his felt good.
Han couldn’t help the choked sob that passed his lips when the tight fist wrapped around him. He needed it so badly he was practically crying from relief.
“Hush, Sungie,” he admonished as he rubbed his thumb back and forth over the leaking head, spreading the mess around. “So wet for me. You’re leaking everywhere. What a messy little baby you are. So naughty. It’s ok, I know you can’t help it. You’re just too needy.” A sprinkle of degradation in with the praise. His own hips kicked, grinding on Han’s thigh, but he was too far gone to notice.
A tear slipped past Jisung’s thick lashes as he whispered into Minho’s hair. “Please, please, please, please.” He was just mumbling, begging, delirious with relief and pleasure as he quickly hurtled towards the orgasm he’d been waiting for all day.
“Please what, Hannie? Tell hyung what you need.”
“P-please let me-! Need to-!” He couldn’t choke out the words. He was not doing a good job of keeping quiet anymore. And neither of them were keeping still. Without really meaning to, Minho was now humping Han’s leg in earnest.
***This is the start of the alternate ending***
“’m close!...close…gonna cum…I’m gonna-“ Jisung stuttered.
A rustling came from the other side of the tent. Minho froze, holding his breath to listen.
“Hyung!” Han yelped, far too loud. He was NOT going to be edged again.
“Shh, wait-“
They both heard a low moan. Chan.
Minho sat up sharply, leaving Han hanging once again. It couldn’t have been a moan. It must have been a snore. But he didn’t hear another. In fact, Chan seemed to be holding his breath. That just confirmed Minho’s suspicion. “Hyung!” he said sharply.
Silence.
Han tugged on his sleeve and made panicked shushing motions, but was waved off.
“I know you’re awake.”
After a moment of shuffling – which was almost certainly him pulling his hand out of his pants – Chan sat up and turned around slowly. In the dim light of the tent, it was impossible to tell who’s face was redder, Han’s or Chan’s. Realizing they’d been caught, Jisung scooted behind his boyfriend’s back, burying his face in his shoulder blade and scrunching his eyes closed like the situation might just go away if he hid well enough.
“…look-…I-…I didn’t-…” the eldest stuttered, trying to defend himself.
“You dirty, naughty little boy,” Minho scolded. “Spying on us like a peeping tom. You get off on listening to your dongsaengs?”
“Well you shouldn’t-!... If you didn’t want me listening, you shouldn’t have been-…doing that right in front of me! We’re literally crammed in here like sardines, and you thought I wouldn’t notice? I tried to ignore it! I did…”
“But you just couldn’t help yourself, hm? You couldn’t just listen quietly. You just had to touch yourself like a perverted little voyeur?”
Chan opened and closed his mouth like he was going to argue, but it was hard to play innocent when he was sat there with his pajama pants tented obscenely. He pulled his pillow onto his lap like he could hide it and hung his head in shame.
“Aw, don’t be embarrassed, Channie. It’s perfectly natural, you know.” His biting tone softened to a seductive purr. “My Sungie just makes the prettiest little sounds, doesn’t he? Of course it would be impossible to resist.”
Han whined, but it just proved Minho’s point. “See? You sound so pretty for me – for us.”
The older boys both heard his sharp intake of breath at the implication. Chan swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing just as his dick did.
“What do you say, jagi? Since he’s so desperate, should we let him join the fun?” Minho smirked. He was enjoying this way too much. It wasn’t the first time he’d dommed two people at once, but it was just as fun every time. “Or should we leave the naughty little boy in the corner?”
Without looking up, Han nodded against his shoulder.
“Yes, what? Yes let him join or yes punish him? Use your words, baby.”
“He can play too…if he wants.” The words were quiet but audible.
“Oh, he wants it,” Minho snatched the pillow from Chan’s lap. “See? No use hiding it now, pup.”
Chan shivered at the pet name and let Minho stretch out his leg to prod at his erection with his foot.
“Ah, Hannie, come look. Our pup is big. Well, his cock is big. He’s still just a naughty little boy, so don’t feed his ego too much.”
Jisung inched out from behind his boyfriend, but kept his head down a bit, hiding under his bangs to peek at it. Minho wasn’t kidding. If the outline pressing against his pants was anything to go by, Chan was bigger than either of them. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in a small “o”.
“Why don’t you go find out for us, jagiya? Go take a look.”
Jisung made to scoot forward on his butt, but froze at a sharp exclamation of reprimand.
“Ah! No,” he scolded sharply. “Crawl.”
Han looked like a dog with its tail between its legs as he crawled over submissively to Chan.
“That’s it. Good boy, Hannie. No, stay on your hands and knees, but arch your back for me, real pretty. Mmhmm, now you can get a proper look.” Without warning Minho grabbed the back of Han’s pants and yanked them down to his knees, exposing him.
Jisung yelped in surprise and protest, coming up to a kneeling position so he could cover himself with his hands. “H-hyung!” he squeaked.
A sharp slap landed on his bare ass. Hannie’s hands flew from his crotch to his mouth. He whimpered, but managed not to cry out. He didn’t want to attract the attention of the managers in the nearby vans. But moreso, he knew from experience that he was not to make a sound when he was punished.
Chan’s eyes widened, sweeping from the youngest’s now-exposed cock to Minho’s hand that was raised to deliver another blow if the sub didn’t comply.
Han dropped down to his hands and knees once again, raising his pinkened, smarting ass into the air. He bit his lip to keep quiet as Minho massaged the sore spot.
“Better. Now. Pants off, pup. Let Sung get a good look since his head’s in your lap so nicely.”
Slowly, Chan spread his legs, bent at the knees and lifted his hips to pull his pants and boxers off. His huge cock sprang free, nearly slapping the other boy in the face.
Jisung gasped, going cross-eyed momentarily to get a look at it. He didn’t get much of a chance to oogle though, as Minho took the moment of distraction to push a lubed finger into him. His shocked cry turned into a moan as his boyfriend sunk all the way in and expertly pressed against his most sensitive spot.
“Now, pup, you go ahead and use him. His mouth is open and ready for you.”
Chan almost protested, since Han hadn’t verbally agreed to it. But a glare from the dom shut him up. He had to admit, it was soo tempting. Jisung was so close that he could feel his hot breath brush over his sensitive cock head. He grabbed himself at the base and angled it down towards his open mouth.
As if in agreement, Jisung opened wider and stuck his tongue out to receive him. Chan slapped it against his tongue a few times.
“You, um, just let me know if you’re uncomfortable or want me to stop?”
“No. I decide if he gets to stop.”
Chan hesitated, even when Jisung leaned forward and gave a lick.
Minho paused his assault on his boyfriend’s prostate. “Hyung, this is an established dynamic. He knows how to stop if he ACTUALLY wants to. He has a safe word and a hand signal. So you just enjoy what he’s offering and let me worry about his boundaries. That’s my job and he trusts me to do it.” After his speech, he pushed in once more, this time with 3 fingers. Han moaned loudly, knees shaking at the stretch.
With a nod, Chan went for it. He grabbed a hold of Jisung’s head gently with both hands and pushed him down onto his throbbing cock. He cursed. It had been too long since he’d gotten good head, and his dongsaeng’s mouth was so small and warm.
“Oh, fuck. Nggghhh… Fuck, Han…”
When he hit the back of his throat and Jisung swallowed around him, he almost saw stars. He could feel his throat tighten around him and his hips bucked up without meaning to. Jisung gagged harshly, eyes watering.
“Shit!” He pulled out. “Sorry! I just-“
Han spluttered a bit. “…’s ok, hhyung…ack…you can push my head…just not used to-…you’re so big.”
“Jesus, Hannie.” This boy might be the death of Chan.
“Be good, jagiya, you can take it. Give him just a second, Channie. We don’t want you getting bitten.”
Chan looked up, brows drawn in confusion. Why would he get bitt- oh. Minho had his dick out and was lining up. Sure enough, when he slammed into Han, the boy’s head jerked upward and he moaned out a long string of staccato cries.
“Ah ah ah ah ah hyung ah ah it’s too- ah ah!”
“No, it’s not too anything. You’re going to behave and take what you’re given. Now put your head back down. Don’t make Chan wait.” Minho pushed his head down roughly so his face was smushed against Chan’s balls.
“Mmhmm,” Han obediently took Chan back into his mouth, then looked up at him, boba eyes red-rimmed and teary, waiting for Chan to use him.
“God, fuck…” Chan held his head and began to thrust in earnest. He couldn’t help but notice how painful Jisung’s erection looked. It was angry red, the head almost purple. It was cute, small enough to curve upward toward his tummy, even while on his hands and knees.
The eldest tried to reach out towards it, wanting to give him a hand, but couldn’t reach. He only succeeded in having his hand swatted harshly by Minho.
“Ahn!” came his sound of disapproval. “I’LL decide if Sungie gets touched. Jagi, spit him out.” He yanked back on Jisung’s hips a bit, so he could pull off Chan, leaving a string of drool and precum connecting them.
“That’s right. You’ll just watch for a minute, pup. And NO touching.” He added as he saw the leader reach for his own dick. “You’ll have to wait in the corner for being naughty.”
Chan tucked his cock between his thighs and squeezed them together for some relief as he was forced to watch Minho take Han roughly from behind.
With his mouth now unoccupied, he whined with every thrust. The dom grabbed a fistful of his hair, close to the root and pulled. Jisung reared his head back with a whimper, then came up onto his knees, back against his boyfriend’s chest. “P-please! Please! Touch- touch me!” he begged. “I need-! Need it-! Please!”
From his vantage point, Chan could see Han’s dripping cock bobbing with every thrust. He gasped each time it bounced up and slapped against his stomach. Poor thing looked so desperate and beautiful. It was all Chan could do to keep still and not try to thrust his hips. He squeezed his thighs and rubbed them together a bit, feeling the pressure build despite the very limited stimulation. God, maybe he was a voyeur. This was so fucking hot.
“Han-Hannie, I’m not wearing a…hahhh…condom. Do you want-…want me to pull out?” Minho panted, obviously close.
Han nodded, eyes scrunched tight. “Mmhmm.” He leaned his head back, resting it on Minho’s shoulder.
“Ok. Ok, baby.” Minho reached around and took Jisung in his fist. He didn’t jerk it, just squeezed gently in short pulses. “So good. You’ve been so good for us, jagiya. Go ahead, baby. You can cum. Go ahead. Cum for me, love.”
The pressure and permission were all he needed. With a sob, he FINALLY came. His bobbing cock spurted forcefully, spraying the sleeping bags, his own stomach and Chan’s legs. His trembling legs gave out on him and Minho had to wrap a strong arm around his waist to hold him upright so Chan could see. “Good. Good, sweet boy. Good job, jagi. Don’t fall over, now. Give Channie his show. I’ve got you.”
Chan felt his balls tightening in anticipation. Han looked so pretty when he came, tears streaming down his face and making a mess all over himself. Minho must have liked it too, because his hips stuttered and slowed as he groaned in Jisung’s ear, barely managing to pull out in time.
Chan let out an embarrassing whimper as he watched both of the younger boys reach their orgasms – his own just out of reach. His long cock was pulsing with need where it was tucked tight between his thighs, now speckled with Han’s release. He was close. Humiliatingly close for having been ignored and untouched for the last few minutes. Just watching them had nearly been enough. His orgasm was building, he was teetering on the edge.
“Look at that mess you made. You’re not going to leave him like that, are you? Be good and clean him up now.” Minho took off his sweaty t-shirt and wiped his own mess off his boyfriend’s back tenderly.
Chan was expecting the same, so when Han bent over again and began licking his cum off Chan’s thighs, he lost it. His legs instinctively spread a bit, letting his cock spring free just as he tipped over the precipice. Jisung’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment before muscle memory kicked in and he closed them. He opened his mouth, but most of the droplets landed on his face.
When Chan caught his breath, he immediately felt bad, trying to wipe a long, sticky string from Han’s fluffy hair.
Minho showered them both in praise, as he helped them wipe up and redress. When they settled back down, the couple abandoned their sleeping bags in favor of cuddling together on top of them. Chan lay on his side, facing them. He pulled his knees up to his chest, feeling vulnerable and suddenly lonely watching the younger boys display of affection. His stomach swirled with worries and his mind spun with doubts. He shouldn’t have done that. These two had been dating for years – they were practically married for gods sake. Would this cause a problem between them? Would it cause a problem among the group?
Minho’s voice cut through his loud thoughts, sharp but not angry. “Come here, Channie-hyung.”
He hesitated, but then Jisung rolled over, blinking sleepily at him and making grabby hands. And, well, who could possibly resist that? He crawled over, cuddling up to him and letting Minho wrap his arms around both of them, squishing Sungie comfortably in the middle of the sandwich.
“Don’t fret about it, hyung,” the youngest mumbled. “It’s normal after this type of play, but Minho-hyung won’t let you drop. Cuddling will make it better.”
Chan was familiar with BDSM dynamics and play, but hadn’t formally participated before. Still, he knew the gist and was pretty sure this was just normal worries about the state of the relationships among the group members after three of them slept together.
As if reading his mind, Minho patted him on the shoulder. “Now that you’ve had a turn, it’s just Innie we’ve got to check off our bingo card.”
Chan’s mouth almost dropped open at the implication. “Wha-?! You two have-?!”
“Mmmhmmm. And the group’s been fine haven’t we? So relax and get some sleep.” He ran his fingers through Chan’s short hair, scratching his scalp soothingly. And Chan did sleep. He slept better than he had in weeks.
And in the morning, the managers pretended not to see the jizz in Han’s hair. And when they returned from filming, the other members pretended not to know that they’d had an impromptu threesome. And if Minho and Jisung asked him to join them again, who knows, maybe Chan would say yes?