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Recess was only forty-five minutes, but Jaemin knew better than anyone that this was sufficient time to give a satisfactory blowjob.
He had tried and tested this countless times by now, ever since the first day he raced towards the empty classroom where he had arranged to meet Jeno on shaky feet, running a trembling and sweaty hand through his hair -- and skidding to a stunned halt outside the dim, unlit classroom to see Jeno already inside and lounging with his lazy pantherlike grace in the teacher's chair, but not alone.
That was the first day he had been introduced to Renjun and Donghyuck. He had seen them around school on the corridors before but never exchanged words because they were a year older than him, sophomores like Jeno.
It felt like a sucker punch right in Jaemin's gut, seeing the three of them in the room for the first time, waiting for him. Because he had thought, foolishly and one-sidedly, when Jeno casually asked to meet him the next day after archery practice, that it was a date.
Jeno had been his most respected and idolized sunbae in the archery club since he joined at the start of the year as a freshman. He seldom spoke and kept to himself, but Jaemin had noticed his form and skill was one of the best and most formidable among the senior members.
It was unbelievably masculine and attractive.
It didn't help that Jeno was also ruinously handsome; tall, dark and mysterious.
But Jaemin never knew how much sexiness was hidden beneath that deceptively calm and composed exterior, until that first recess when he stepped apprehensively into the classroom and all three of them looked up from their murmured low conversation.
He blushed slightly at all of their gazes pinned on him, scrutinizing. They were all very good-looking, in different ways, and intimidating in a fashion that wasn't merely from their additional year on him.
"So you're the infamous Na Jaemin," the cute-looking boy spoke up, breaking the awkward silence. His eyes were warm when he smiled, making him look much more approachable. He looked like the typical wholesome model student but his tie was loosened around his neck, top button undone and his feet were propped up arrogantly on a table as he leaned back on a chair. He beckoned Jaemin forward and he cleared his throat and advanced in confusion, unsure of the meaning of his words.
"I'm Donghyuck." He stuck out a genial hand.
Jaemin stuttered. "Nice to meet you, sunbae.”
A current of static sparked between their skin when their hands touched, and Jaemin's face heated up. Donghyuck smirked at him leeringly, sphinxlike and caressed his hand a second longer than was comfortable.
The other boy watching them quietly from the side had large, beautifully-shaped eyes that glinted silently as if with repressed laughter. He looked like he had walked out of an anime.
"Renjun." He didn't offer Jaemin a hand, his voice unnervingly low.
”Um..." Jaemin started uncertainly, wondering what was going on. Had Jeno invited him here to introduce him to his friends? His heart leapt pathetically, still not having fully given up the hope that Jeno liked him back.
"What are we doing here?" His voice sounded squeaky, nervous in the silence as compared to the others' unbothered ones.
Finally, Jeno spoke up, his deep voice reverberating in Jaemin's every nerve. His blood felt like liquid fire, ignited by Jeno's mere address of him. He had never stopped feeling Jeno's presence even for a second since he entered the room, so physically aware of his eyes burning into Jaemin's back it felt like they were boring holes.
But he was astonished by what Jeno said:
"Get on your knees."
There wasn't anything dictatorial or commanding about the statement, but it was undeniably an order.
"W-what?" Jaemin squeaked, spinning around, not believing his ears. He had been dreaming of Jeno saying these very words to him for months now -- but definitely not in front of any other people. He thought he might be having a very bizarre wet dream.
Jeno's voice changed subtly, not seeming displeased or impatient by Jaemin's disobedience. Instead, he said in a silky tone:
"I've seen the way you look at me. Don't you want to please me, Jaemin-ah?"
The first time Jeno ever said his name made a shudder course down Jaemin's body. He felt weak, dizzy. It sounded so much more gentle and warm than he had imagined.
"I-I do." He didn't know what he was saying until he heard the words coming out of his mouth, in a dazed voice that didn't seem like his. Jeno looked aroused and pleased by his sultry tone, almost a whimper. Jaemin flushed hotly, shocked by his own brazenness. He had never confessed his elephant-sized crush to Jeno, but apparently it was more than obvious.
Donghyuck and Renjun were watching their conversation wordlessly, looking darkly amused.
”Good," Jeno murmured, almost purring in approval. Jaemin felt his crotch tighten, a familiar heat pooling as Jeno ran his eyes lustfully down the length of Jaemin's body from his head to his toes. The want in his gaze was unmistakable.
But the person who stood up, chair legs squeaking, was Renjun.
"Get on your knees." He repeated Jeno's order tonelessly, looking at Jaemin, but his voice was surprisingly gentle.
Jaemin felt himself sinking down, his knees bending and landing on the cool tile floor as if in a trance.
Renjun's hand cupped the back of his head, carding through his hair. "Good boy."
He moved forward, unzipping his uniform pants. Slowly, Renjun guided Jaemin's head forward till his lips were touching the tent of Renjun's crotch through his cotton underwear, a damp spot of precome growing. He heard Renjun's soft intake of breath as he clumsily mouthed Renjun's cock through the fabric, feeling it harden.
But what made Jaemin's own crotch grow increasingly hard, till it felt like a rock, was the sensation of Jeno's eyes on him, following his every move with silent but hawklike intensity. Renjun's cock was dizzyingly hard by now -- it was his first time touching or even looking at another boy's dick in real life, though he had watched his fair share of softcore and hardcore porn -- and he heard his shallow, ragged breaths above him, hands shaking in his haste to lower his briefs; but all Jaemin could focus on was the more distant but so much more crystalline labouring of Jeno's measured breaths, the little hitching sound in his throat when Renjun grabbed Jaemin's hair with less gentleness than before and thrust deep into his mouth.
For a moment, Jaemin choked on the blunt head of Renjun's cock smothering his throat, but then Renjun withdrew a little and he managed to catch his breath. Renjun tasted bitter and foreign but not unpleasant, and he found himself improvising on the spot, calculating how to swirl his tongue and sheathe his teeth over Renjun's length to make his fingers tighten in Jaemin's hair and his breaths grow louder and more audible, his thrusts quickening.
Renjun was holding his head almost immobile, but Jaemin managed to move his eyes slightly towards Jeno, still sitting behind the teacher's desk. His heart skipped a beat of disbelief to see that Jeno's right hand had disappeared beneath the desk, and the flawless skin of his cheekbones was flushed blotchily in a way Jaemin had never seen, beads of sweat gathering on his temples. His mouth was slightly parted, eyes glazed over and unfocused but still unblinkingly trained on Jaemin's mouth taking Renjun's dick all the way in.
Holy fuck… was Jeno jerking off to him sucking Renjun?
Their eyes met, and a low, uncontrolled groan escaped Jeno's lips.
It went straight to Jaemin's groin. Fireworks exploding in his mind and his own hand itching to reach down into his pants, he redoubled his efforts to bring Renjun to orgasm. He grabbed Renjun's hips, hands moving slowly over his pelvis to circle the base of his cock with his fingers, closing over the remaining length he couldn't take into his mouth. That seemed to be what sent Renjun spiraling over the edge, an anguished moan muffled with one of his hands as his other held Jaemin still, making two last deep thrusts into the back of Jaemin's throat before coming hotly.
The classroom plunged into a thick silence after the last squelching sounds quieted and Renjun's hips stuttered and stilled, his cock going limp in Jaemin's mouth. He pulled out, swaying on his knees a bit, and Donghyuck reached out to steady him with a firm hand on the small of his back but Jaemin noticed his own legs were strategically crossed under the table, other hand folded discreetly over his own crotch.
But he didn't care whether he had excited Donghyuck. What he cared more, much more about was whether he had managed to bring Jeno to orgasm, just by blowing Renjun.
But when he swivelled his gaze to Jeno again, still on his knees, he was sorely disappointed to find Jeno's expression back to its usual inscrutable and unreadable one that made Jaemin so crazy. Jeno was so mysterious, so deep. Jaemin wanted to know every single thought he was thinking.
Jeno was still looking at him, eyes soft and amazed.
"Swallow it," Jaemin heard him say distantly. He was still reeling from the first blowjob he had ever given another guy. It was definitely not what he had expected upon entering this classroom.
He gulped, feeling a trickle of Renjun's come flow down his loosened throat. Jeno watched him expectantly.
Jaemin took a deep breath, and swallowed. He could've sworn a shudder shook Jeno's shoulders the slightest bit, his face paling as his eyes hungrily followed Jaemin's adam's apple bob as Renjun's load went down his throat.
Renjun was zipping himself up in a businesslike way, as if he got blowjobs from random freshmen on a daily basis. Donghyuck was watching Jaemin like a cat would a mouse and Jaemin was slightly afraid Jeno would order him to service Donghyuck next.
But then the bell rang overhead, startling all of them, and Jeno's gaze returned to him, now distant and unfathomable again.
"Will you be back again tomorrow?" he asked, voice soft, and Jaemin was embarrassed at the audible enthusiasm in his own voice as he blurted out, "Yes!”
He spent the rest of the day at school in a daze, mind wandering and racing through various thoughts, all of Jeno.
It was apparent that Jeno had some... kinks he hadn't known of, to say the least. Jaemin guessed from his reactions and instructions that he didn't actually want Jaemin to give him a blowjob, but indubitably got pleasure from watching Jaemin give another guy one. Enough pleasure to bring him to orgasm.
Was this a voyeurism kink, or something else?
And more importantly... did this mean Jeno liked him too?
He astounded even himself with how much he realised he didn't mind. He had been aware of his longtime crush on Jeno, but hadn't realised how deep it was. He hadn't realised he actually liked Jeno enough to want to give him pleasure in any way he wanted, any way he asked, even if it meant blowing someone he didn't know, had just met a few minutes ago.
Of course, it helped that Renjun and Donghyuck were pretty easy on the eyes themselves, and Renjun had been gentle with him. He realised like a bolt of lightning that as long as they asked his permission first, he was open to experimenting with polyamory or multiple partners. If it pleased Jeno.
His heart ached suddenly when he briefly wondered if there was a reason why Jeno didn't personally have oral sex with him, and if it was because he didn't want or couldn't bear to be touched for some reason -- but he decided not to assume anything before he knew the truth. It was possible Jeno just enjoyed reaching arousal and climax this way, for no particular reason.
The next morning, he raced down the corridors the moment the bell pealed, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste. He didn't want to waste a single minute. He was dimly aware of how desperate he appeared, felt, but couldn't bring himself to care.
He felt better and less embarrassed when he arrived and the three of them were already there, though he vaguely wondered if they had skipped the previous class. They looked remarkably like a trio of delinquents, Renjun perching on the teacher's desk and laughing at something Donghyuck was saying as Jeno watched the both of them with obvious warmth.
A thought stopped Jaemin in his tracks. What if the person Jeno enjoyed watching in the blowjob hadn't been Jaemin -- but Renjun?
He had felt, seen with his own eyes Jeno's eyes fixated on him piercingly for the entire duration, but it could have been a trick of his lovelorn mind. He felt a pang of startling jealousy as he resentfully eyed Renjun from outside the door.
But then --
"Jaemin?" Jeno's voice rang out, startling him out of his reverie, and he turned the usual shade of beetroot he sported most of the time around Jeno, face literally lighting up like a glowing bulb at Jeno's attention. He must think Jaemin had a perpetual sunburn or something.
He tripped in, feeling as antsy as the previous day but Donghyuck's friendly smile relaxed him a little. Renjun was running intimate eyes over him, and shooting him a faint sexy bedroom smirk as if he had some kind of claim over Jaemin just because they had had oral sex the day before. No offense meant, but Jaemin hoped Renjun hadn't developed feelings for him because he wouldn't be able to return them.
Jeno didn't seem to notice or mind Renjun's checking him out. He just mildly said, "Close the door."
Jaemin obeyed and wondered what this meant.
The classroom was shrouded in shadows as usual, slats of the windows half-open to let in the late morning breeze but lights turned off. One of the ceiling fans was spinning at the lowest speed, blades leisurely turning and moving the air gently.
His earlier suspicions were reassured a little, at least, when this time Jeno told him with his usual blaseness to suck Donghyuck off. Donghyuck's eyes gleamed as Jaemin turned towards him, swallowing.
He swung his legs off the table and reached down to unbutton his pants, then lowered his zipper. He stood up and Jaemin prepared to sink onto his knees like the previous day, but then Jeno said:
"Wait."
His voice was low but authoritative, and Donghyuck obediently paused too. He seemed not to mind waiting as he kept his eyes patiently on Jaemin. His smile widened when Jeno ordered Jaemin without ceremony:
"Take off your shirt."
"W-what?" Jaemin hesitated, not because he didn't want to but because he felt suddenly shy at Jeno asking him to strip.
But Jeno continued in his silken voice, "I want to see you," and Jaemin complied with such alacrity, he almost gave himself whiplash.
Donghyuck and Renjun regarded him with frank appreciation when he had unbuttoned and flung his uniform shirt aside on one of the tables. He felt bashful, being silently devoured by the three of their eyes, but found that he was almost oblivious to the sensation of the other two's as his skin tingled deliciously under Jeno's intent gaze.
Jeno's voice was hoarser when he spoke again.
"As expected, your body is perfect." His voice was quietly and proprietarily proud, as if he knew Jaemin's body responded only to him.
The words sent chills of pleasure down Jaemin's spine. Could this possibly mean... that Jeno had been watching Jaemin.... for even half as long as Jaemin had been watching him?
Jeno stretched his hand out with the same unassuming easiness and caressed Jaemin's right bicep absently, fingers running lingeringly over the smooth contours and tightening over the involuntary flex of tension.
This one touch alone, accompanied by Jeno's faint sounds of pleasure as Jaemin sucked Donghyuck off earnestly and slightly more erotically than the previous day, were enough to carry him all the way towards Donghyuck's shuddering climax.
When he left the classroom, he had to sprint breathlessly to the nearest boys' toilet because his own dick was stiff in an unabating and painful erection and he could feel an increasing amount of sticky precome dampening his underwear dangerously.
They fell into an unspoken but never-reneged-on arrangement after that, the four of them gathering without fail every recess in the empty and darkened classroom to engage in their sordid and most certainly scandalously illegal activities. If they were caught, all of them would probably be expelled, and the punishment would come down harder on Jeno, Renjun and Donghyuck, but this only seemed to make the thrill more tantalizing. Truly, forbidden fruit was the sweetest.
One morning, Jaemin felt slightly anticlimactic to rush to the classroom again to find the door ajar and only Donghyuck inside.
"Don't worry, they'll be here in a few minutes," he smiled reassuringly at Jaemin, as if reading his thoughts, and Jaemin blushed. Was this attachment of his to all three of them, this hyung worship of sorts, which had grown steadily as time passed, so obvious?
It was difficult not to break the ice, the steamy sessions they had been engaging in since the first day they met. While normal people exchanged names and introductions, they had skipped straight to exchanging bodily fluids. So it was no wonder Jaemin felt more intimate than was probably appropriate to the three upperclassmen, including Jeno, for the brief span of time they had known each other.
”Tell me," Donghyuck surprised him by leaning over from his chair as Jaemin settled down beside him to wait, "Do you feel like you're being manipulated?"
"What?" Jaemin blinked, lost for a moment. Donghyuck's voice was so mellifluous it made everything he said sound gentle and calm.
"By us," Donghyuck clarified. "I mean, our arrangement isn't exactly... conventional." He raised an ironic eyebrow.
Jaemin gawked at him a moment, considering the question seriously, before answering decisively, "No."
Donghyuck looked relieved in a way that made his heart warm. He didn’t know Donghyuck had developed any personal feelings for him, beyond that of sex buddies.
"I mean," Jaemin elaborated airily, trying to affect a sophistication as natural as Donghyuck's, "I like Jeno sunbae. And I want to make him happy."
" -- I would do anything to make him happy," he corrected.
And, he wanted to add but didn't, he didn't mind very much giving Renjun and Donghyuck blowjobs, as long as they were platonic. He even enjoyed them, especially when it gave Jeno pleasure and that in turn aroused him. He didn't know if this made him a messed-up person, to be cool about fellating his friends; or if others would see it as Jeno corrupting him, but he didn't really care.
Donghyuck was gazing at him with his head tilted thoughtfully like Jaemin had said something that surprised him.
"Wow," he said finally, with no hint of dryness. He shook his head. "Jeno's one lucky guy." For some reason he looked wistful.
But Jaemin had no time to ask why because just then the door creaked open and Renjun and Jeno slipped in together. They looked breathless, as if they had hurried there as fast as they could because they missed Jaemin too. Jaemin's heart skipped a beat, although in a drastically different way for Jeno and Renjun.
He had come to slowly realise that once he had experienced it for the first time, there was no other feeling in the world that could possibly replace, or even come close to what he felt when he managed to make Jeno come by his own hand, even without touching him. When Jeno erupted into orgasm that shook him and made his usually clamped shut lips release an involuntary moan, it felt like flying. Just the look on Jeno's face, worshipful and unguarded, was enough to get him off too, shatter without being touched by anyone. It made him feel sensational, powerful. Invincible.
Renjun and Donghyuck usually seemed content to heed Jeno's instructions without protest, like Jaemin. He had taken turns to give them each blowjobs from that day on, polishing and honing his skill. But deep inside, no matter how much he told himself to be content with the present and not hope for more, he still wished that one day Jeno would allow Jaemin to touch him. Sucking Renjun and Donghyuck off was satisfying enough to his libido, but obviously no replacement for Jaemin's raw lust for Jeno, which was so strong it was almost a physical ache. There was no comparison.
But today, besides the flush of his face from the lateness, Renjun's eyes seemed slightly different, glowing with a glitter more dangerous than usual.
"Why not we try something different?" he interjected as Jaemin was starting to go down on his knees before him again, hands automatically reaching out to help Renjun undo his pants.
They both looked towards Jeno, who looked thrown for an instant at Renjun's deviation from the routine, a little flustered. But he quickly regained his composure, voice as unflappably calm as always and almost bored as he replied gamely: "Sure, what?"
Renjun grinned, flashing his shark teeth. "I'll suck Jaemin off instead. Poor kid's been doing all the work, he deserves a reward, eh?" He chucked Jaemin under the chin.
It might have been a trick of his eyes, but Jaemin thought he saw Jeno's eyes freeze over for a nanosecond.
Probably a trick, he decided dazedly as Renjun crouched before him in one smooth, agile motion and took Jaemin's zipper between his perfect teeth.
Jaemin moaned instinctively at the contact and heat of Renjun's breath and mouth against his sensitive dick. He hadn't imagined ever receiving a blowjob from anyone other than Jeno, but maybe if it was Renjun, he wouldn't mind...
His eyes flickered wildly around from beneath hooded lids, hands going down to tangle in Renjun's soft hair.
"Ahh..." A careless groan slipped from his mouth as Renjun latched his plump pink lips onto Jaemin's cock and sucked it slowly into his mouth, inch by inch. Jaemin looked down and his thighs trembled at Renjun's cheeks flushed with pleasure, filled up with Jaemin's dick, slick and eager as he worked himself up and down on Jaemin's now rigid dick.
Jaemin clamped a panicked hand over his mouth, muffling his pants and moans. Renjun had to have some experience to be this skilled. No one was born this good at sucking cock, he could attest to that personally.
Renjun kept his hands anchored steadily around Jaemin's hipbones as he sucked him all the way to completion, teasing his tongue over the throbbing veins running over Jaemin's cock and pressing it against the slit to lap up every drop of precome as soon as it pearled. It was enough to drive one crazy.
But he wasn't Jeno.
Jaemin came with Jeno's name on his lips, hot and breathless, and Renjun swallowed it all like a pro, even licking his lips smugly. Thankfully he didn't let go of Jaemin immediately because he practically melted into a puddle of satiated and boneless mush the moment he came, and teetered alarmingly on his numb legs.
He slumped against Renjun, who caught him easily with an arm wrapped around his shoulders. Renjun's chest was surprisingly firm, muscles defined through his flimsy shirt.
"Was it that good?" he teased Jaemin, ruffling his hair, but sounded pleased by the effect of his blowjob.
They were so distracted by the post-blow awkwardness that they didn't notice till after a few seconds that the other two were uncharacteristically quiet. Normally both of them would be getting into it, Donghyuck slightly less vocal than Jeno but only because he was more cautious and deliberately kept himself in check.
His breath catching in his throat, Jaemin swung his gaze to Jeno. His face was the frustrating blank it always was, and in his peripheral vision he registered Donghyuck's lips pinched in a thin white line.
Neither of them were jerking off, or seemed to have done so.
"What's wrong?" Renjun asked, sounding just as bewildered as he felt by the sudden tension in the air. "You guys didn't like the show?"
No one responded.
Renjun laughed breezily and took his hands off Jaemin's body. "I guess they like to watch you blowing me more." He raised his shoulders in a helpless shrug towards Jaemin.
Jaemin didn't really care why Donghyuck actually looked kind of pissed for the first time since they had met. His gaze was drawn helplessly back to Jeno, whose expression still appeared carved out of stone. But it was obvious he hadn't enjoyed it as much as prior days.
A spike of panic stabbed Jaemin. Was Jeno cooling off him, or losing interest? Or was it as Renjun said, that it wasn't as enjoyable watching him being the one sucked off? Perhaps the routine of the arrangement had some significance to both of them he didn't know yet, that made them unable to gain pleasure if the roles were switched.
He didn't know it then, but that was just the start of a tumultous and bewildering phase.
The next day, Jaemin prepared himself to return to their old routine, but Donghyuck surprised him by aggressively seizing his hips and grinding his face into Jaemin's crotch, making a shameless sound which instantly turned him on.
He couldn't resist grabbing hold of Donghyuck's hair and fucking his mouth as Donghyuck moaned like an animal in heat, careless of being heard. His skill at giving blowjobs was almost as formidable as Renjun's. Maybe they had learnt from the same teacher. Or each other.
But this time, Renjun was the one who looked like his fingernails were being pulled out as he sat like a statue in his chair with legs crossed and arms folded, no hint of his easy laidback grin. He got up and slammed out of the classroom before Donghyuck and Jaemin even finished, without bothering to throw back a polite excuse.
Jeno stayed, remaining motionless behind the teacher's desk, but he didn't utter a word as before. Jaemin tried to sneak a glance at him but the flatness in Jeno's eyes was so intimidating it looked like it could level mountains. Donghyuck seemed to lose steam after Renjun left, and Jaemin felt his erection wilting a little at Renjun's obvious annoyance too, but they both gave valiant efforts to finishing it off. Not that Jeno, the only spectator, looked like he had gained any pleasure from the view either when Jaemin slid his cock out of Donghyuck's mouth and Donghyuck swallowed, wiping his lips miserably.
None of them said anything, though, and dispersed as usual once the bell rang.
As Jaemin trudged back to his class, his lower body was blissful and numb with that wonderful post-orgasm sensation, but his chest somehow felt empty.
He was determined to return to the original arrangement the next day, not sure where the source of abrupt tension emerged from, and sucked Renjun off with a feeling of relief as Jeno and Donghyuck seemed to defrost too, joining in as enthusiastically as usual.
But occasionally, he didn't know why Renjun and Donghyuck sometimes fought over blowing him, and the person who didn't get to would sit there sullen-faced and sour and blatantly unaroused.
He briefly entertained the notion that both of them had fallen for him and were battling over him in a love triangle, but dismissed it as unlikely. It made him feel hollow inside, but he had a feeling none of the three upperclassmen were interested in him romantically at all.
So the tension between the four of them continued building, but strangely even as it did they only seemed to get more entangled with each other, their need growing. They were addicted to each other, to their daily meetings and the unspeakable things they did, this filthy and sacrilegious secret between the four of them that would shock the world if ever uncovered.
None of them voiced the suggestion to stop, no matter how awkward it got. So they kept going.
Until the day Renjun casually asked Jaemin if he could fuck him.
"What?" Jaemin squeaked, jumping out of his skin. It wasn't everyday that he got propositioned by his friends, much less one of his most well-liked sunbaes.
Renjun raised his shoulders lazily in his trademark shrug. "I've been thinking about it for a while."
"You've been thinking about fucking Jaemin," Donghyuck stated flatly from his seat, and when Jaemin looked over he gulped because Donghyuck's face was literally white with anger.
"Why not?" Renjun mused. "I mean, only if he wants it too, obviously. We've been doing vanilla stuff for so long, it's getting boring."
Jaemin opened his mouth lamely, trying to interject and waylay the visible daggers shooting from Donghyuck's eyes at Renjun, when Jeno slammed his fist on the teacher's desk, making them all jump.