The Seduction of 조
Part 3

K-pop info and glossary
 
Teen Top
Debut: 2010, Top Media (first group to debut under Top Media, a company started by Andy from Shinhwa)
Fan club: Angel
Name Real name Birth date Role
C.A.P Bang Minsoo November 4, 1992 leader, rapper
Chunji Lee Chanhee October 5, 1993 lead singer, visual
L.Joe Lee Byunghun November 23, 1993 rapper
Niel Ahn Daniel August 16, 1994 main vocal
Ricky Yoo Changhyun February 27, 1995 visual, fake maknae
Changjo Choi Jonghyun November 16, 1995 maknae, dancer
 
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            None of the hyungs noticed that Changjo was pissed off; they were all too worried about themselves.  Moaning and wincing behind their hats and sunglasses, they all seemed hung over, and he spent the ride to the airport brooding, wondering what everyone had been up to last night, and why no one had invited him, and how many members of EXO had been involved.

            Their manager seated Changjo between C.A.P. and L.Joe for the plane ride home.  C.A.P. slumped against his shoulder and slept.  For the bulk of the flight, L.Joe slept, too, hot pink hair peeking out from under his hat, slender fingers pale on the armrest.  Changjo tried to be annoying, jostling L.Joe as often as possible, but he couldn’t disturb L.Joe without also disturbing C.A.P., and after C.A.P. socked him in the arm for the third time and L.Joe punched him in the thigh for the fifth time, all without bothering to open their eyes, he stopped.

            Eventually, L.Joe sat up.  Taking off his sunglasses, he blinked a few times, then rubbed at his face.  For half of an instant, he froze, then stared at his fingertips.  Changjo knew what he was doing - - the sleepy “shit, do I have make-up on?” mental scramble of every overtired idol who’d just thoughtlessly rubbed his eyes - - and wanted to laugh, but then remembered to be angry.  Recovering, L.Joe sighed, adjusted his cap, and drank from the water on Changjo’s tray.

            Then he smiled at Changjo, like everything was fine between them.  “You aren’t sleeping?”

            There were only so many things he could say in public.  He settled on, “Don’t talk to me.”

            L.Joe’s eyes widened in surprise.  “You’re angry?”

            Changjo sneered at him and looked straight ahead.

            L.Joe’s hand was on his forearm.  “Maknae.”

            He didn’t look over.

            L.Joe’s grip tightened and his voice went from concerned to insistent.  “Maknae.”

            With a jerk, he shook L.Joe’s hand off.  “I wonder which flight EXO will take.”

            Taking his cap off, L.Joe ruffled his hair.  “What’s wrong with you?”

            He remembered sliding his fingers through L.Joe’s hair.  Remembered L.Joe’s pink head bent over his groin.  Remembered L.Joe’s head tipped back, neck exposed for Park Chanyeol’s kisses.  Fuck the whole goddamned world.

            “You look like hell,” L.Joe said.  “At least get some sleep.”  He lowered his tray, then moved everything from Changjo’s tray onto it, tucking Changjo’s away.  Wriggling out of his hoodie, he folded it haphazardly and rested it on his shoulder, then grabbed a handful of Changjo’s hair and tugged until Changjo gave in and settled against his shoulder.  “Sleep,” L.Joe ordered, and the light stroke of his fingers against Changjo’s neck felt so good, so welcome, so soothing, that Changjo’s whole body relaxed.

            It was tempting to pull away, but L.Joe was still lazily caressing his neck, and the slow stroking was comforting everything in him that had hurt last night.  His eyes closed and he wondered where Park Chanyeol was.  Not there, not on the plane, not with L.Joe.

            On L.Joe’s mind?  Was L.Joe sitting there thinking about how great last night had been, what a great lay Chanyeol was, when they could do it again?  “What are you thinking about?”

            “I’m hungry,” L.Joe said.  “Oh!”  His hand dropped away from Changjo’s neck, and Changjo heard the crinkle of plastic.  A peek confirmed it: he was opening the crackers that had been left on Changjo’s tray.

            With a smile, Changjo fell asleep.



            Between sleep and wakefulness as the plane made its way home, Changjo’s thoughts turned over each other, memories surfacing.  He remembered kissing L.Joe, L.Joe kissing him back, the way L.Joe so casually straddled him, the way L.Joe’s body felt so strong and slim and wiry against his.  Remembered making out on L.Joe’s bed one night in the dorm, warming L.Joe up - - that was what L.Joe always called it, warming up - - while C.A.P. was in the shower.  L.Joe had been in a good mood, kissing him, rubbing his bare thigh, and when he’d slid his hand under L.Joe’s t-shirt, over the smoothness of L.Joe’s warm skin, L.Joe had hummed into their kiss like it felt good.  It had felt good, everything had felt good, the whole bed had been vibrating with how amazing Changjo felt, revved up and turned on and ready for it, really ready for it.  Lifting his head, meeting L.Joe’s eyes, he’d needed to ask it.  “Can I fuck you?”

            L.Joe laughed and pinched him.  “No!”  There was genuine curiosity in L.Joe’s eyes.  “Why do you always ask that?”

            He didn’t ask it aloud half as often as he thought of it.  Not one-tenth.  Instead of replying, he asked, “Why do you always say no?”

            “You should do that with kids your own age.  Not hyungs.”  It was the same answer as always, the same pointless, frustrating bullshit he always got.  And then, something new.  Interest flickered in L.Joe’s eyes.  “Is that what you think you want?  You think I’ll bottom for you?”

            He wanted it so badly, he couldn’t believe how much it meant to hear L.Joe say it.  Swallowing drool and biting back a hungry growl, he nodded.  “I want to fuck you.”

            Surprised laughter; L.Joe smiled at him.  “You think I’m that easy?”

            Embarrassing, impossible responses had flown into his mind.  I think that you’re beautiful.  I think that I could go out of my mind with wanting you.  I think that I have to have you.  Blushing, half-afraid that some of that would be visible on his face, he said something he knew would divert L.Joe’s attention.  “Yes.”

            A moment later, while he was facedown against the pillow, laughing and apologizing and gasping for air, it occurred to him that he’d said, “I want to fuck you,” and L.Joe hadn’t said, “No.”



            When Changjo wakened, the plane was about to descend and C.A.P. and L.Joe were leaning across him, whispering and snickering about last night.  When he asked them to shut up, C.A.P. just put a hand over his mouth and kept talking.  L.Joe’s hand was on his thigh, but L.Joe wasn’t paying any attention to it at all, just sitting there talking to C.A.P. and laughing like that hand wasn’t rubbing and squeezing and riling Changjo up.  It was turning him on, but it pissed him off that L.Joe wasn’t even doing it on purpose, wasn’t even deliberately arousing him.  He could’ve been a dog or a plank of wood, for all of the attention L.Joe paid to him while stroking him up right there in public.

            Everything at the airport was slow and annoying and bullshit, and then their manager took them out through the back and they didn’t even get to see the fans.  He was in such a foul mood by the time that they were walking into the dorm that when Chunji asked, “Who are you texting?” and L.Joe said, “Chanyeol hyung,” he didn’t even think first.  He just reached over and grabbed L.Joe’s phone and threw it.

            “Ya!”  Ducking, Ricky stared at him.

            “Ya!”  All of the hyungs were staring at him, half of them reaching for him.

            “God damn it!”  L.Joe shoved him against the wall.  “This isn’t cute anymore!  What is your problem?!”

            He shoved L.Joe right back and had the momentary, nausea-inducing satisfaction of watching L.Joe’s eyes go wide with surprise and fury.  “Why can’t I fuck you?  Why does some goddamned hoobae get to be with you while you’re tucking me in bed like a little kid?!  I can’t have you, and Park Chanyeol can?!”

            “Whoa,” Niel said.

            L.Joe shook his head slightly, eyes narrowed in confusion.  “What?  You’re angry over that?”

            “Chunji hyung showed up and you kicked me out!  I want to fuck you and you’re with Park Chanyeol!  What’s wrong with me?  Why can’t it be me?!” he demanded.

            “I don’t know,” C.A.P. said.  “How old are you?”

            While Changjo stared at C.A.P. in slack-jawed disbelief, Ricky said, “Eighteen, hyung, we’re eighteen,” in a tired, patient voice.

            C.A.P. raised his eyebrows, then shrugged.  “Sounds like fair game to me.”

            Changjo’s jaw dropped lower as he realized how carelessly his hyungs took something so vitally significant to him.  The question, “Are you fucking kidding me?!” was brilliant in his mind, but he couldn’t summon the energy to scream it.

            “Are you sure?” L.Joe asked.  “Shouldn’t we wait?”

            “Wait for what?” Changjo demanded.  “What the hell do you keep waiting for?!  Written permission?  I’ll sign and date it for you!”

            “I don’t know,” L.Joe said defensively, helplessly.  “What am I, a doctor?  How am I supposed to decide when you’re sexually mature?  If you think you are, that’s great, okay, but what am I supposed to do, just start fucking you?”

            “Yes!”  Now he had the energy to shout.  “Yes!  Fuck me!  Let me fuck you!  Anything!”

            Chunji nudged Ricky, grinning.  “What about you?”

            Ricky eyed all five of them warily, then shook his head.  “No.  No.  Leave me out of it.”

            Impatiently, Changjo shoved Ricky aside.  “I don’t know what his problem is, but I’m ready.  I’ve been ready forever!”

            While a laughing Niel caught an indignant Ricky, L.Joe smiled at Changjo, then glanced at Chunji and C.A.P.  “Is it okay?”

            C.A.P. shrugged.  “Seems old enough to me.”

            Chunji grinned.  “I’ll take him when you’re finished with him.”

            With a nervous laugh, L.Joe licked his lips.  “What, now?”

            These hyungs!  “Yes.  Now,” Changjo decided, and grabbed L.Joe’s hand.  While Chunji laughed and Niel called out, “Be gentle!” he made a beeline for L.Joe’s room, L.Joe’s bed.

            Landing with a bounce across the bed when Changjo shoved him, L.Joe pushed himself up onto his elbows.  “Ya!”  His foot connected lightly with Changjo’s thigh.  “Come here.”

            Yes.  Immediately finding that to be a terrific idea, Changjo was on top of L.Joe in a heartbeat, tugging his shirt up and kissing his neck.

            With a laugh, L.Joe caught his chin in one hand, forcing his head up.  The interruption was annoying, but he was on top of L.Joe, gazing into L.Joe’s eyes, so he didn’t have much to complain about.  “Maknae.”  L.Joe’s voice seemed deeper than usual, suddenly.  “Who’s taller?”

            Ah, really, this?  “I am,” he said, sighing.

            “Who’s stronger?”

            “I am,” he muttered, trying very hard not to roll his eyes.

            “Who’s hyung?”

            “You are.”

            L.Joe’s fingers dug in slightly around his jaw.  It didn’t hurt, but he winced to show that the point was made.  “Who?” L.Joe repeated, staring into his eyes.

            For L.Joe’s sake, he pretended to be cowed.  “You are, L.Joe hyung.”

            With a grunt, L.Joe let go.  “Good.”  Then he smirked.  “Take off your clothes.”

            Oh!  Happy to comply, Changjo popped off of the bed.  While L.Joe leaned back and watched, he pulled his shirt off, dropping it.  His hands were on his fly before he noticed the appreciative, sexually charged way L.Joe was eyeing his body.  Suddenly feeling much more aware of himself, of his physique, of his movements, he ran his hand over his abs, smiling.  “You like it?”

            “Mmm, yes.”  L.Joe gestured for him to continue.  “Pants off.”

            Deliberately rolling his hips, he undid his fly, then paused while his hand and L.Joe’s gaze were both on his zipper.  “You, too.”

            L.Joe’s eyebrows twitched over a seductive smile.  “You first.”

            Turned on by that smile, by the promise of L.Joe’s naked body, he shoved his pants down.  L.Joe’s gaze flicked over him with obvious interest before settling on his crotch.  Fascinated by L.Joe’s attention, curious, he ran his hand over the front of his underwear, over his hard-on.

            Licking his lips, L.Joe shifted restlessly, spreading his thighs.  “If you’re teasing me on purpose, I’m going to kill you.”

            Laughing with triumph, Changjo shoved his underwear off and climbed onto the bed.  “You want it.”

            “Of course I want it!  It’s sex!”  L.Joe’s hands slid over his chest, drawing him closer, and he tugged up L.Joe’s shirt, kissing the irresistible lure of L.Joe’s soft, pouting mouth.

            It wasn’t just sex.  “Do you want me?”  Together, they got rid of L.Joe’s shirt, and as L.Joe shook his head to get his hair back into place, Changjo thumbed open his fly, repeating it: “Do you want me?”

            L.Joe looked surprised that he would ask.  “Yes.  Of course.”  Slim, agile hands cupped his face and L.Joe murmured, “Right now, there’s nobody else but you,” and kissed him.

            With those words, any doubts, any lingering frustration, any worries fled.  It was what he’d needed to hear, and he kissed L.Joe back, immediately falling under the spell of L.Joe’s deep, slow kisses.  While L.Joe’s hands caressed his face, stroking his cheeks and sliding into his hair, he undid L.Joe’s pants, pushing them down.  As he slid his hands over L.Joe’s ass, feeling the firm roundness under the soft barrier of cotton, L.Joe moaned into his mouth, sucking at his lower lip.

            “Yeah,” L.Joe panted, kissing him.  “Touch me.”

            His mind shuddered for a moment, thoughts stuttering over each other, but his hands were already in motion, eager to obey, shoving underwear out of his way, cupping the naked curves of L.Joe’s ass.  With a soft, throaty sound, L.Joe leaned against him, and then, perfect and hot, their bodies were pressed together from chest to thigh.  He could feel the smoothness of L.Joe’s skin, the hardness of L.Joe’s slim body, the firmness of muscle, the brush of pubic hair, the stiffness of L.Joe’s hard-on sliding shockingly against his own.  He groaned, heat sweeping through him, and L.Joe ground against him for an impossible, beautiful instant before sinking back, tugging him forward, until L.Joe’s head was on the pillow and L.Joe was kicking pants and underwear the rest of the way off.

            When he slid his hand between L.Joe’s thighs, the silken glide of L.Joe’s cock against his palm was thrilling, electrifying.  He’d looked at it - - ogled, leered, fantasized - - forever but now it was here, in his hand, for him to touch and learn.  “Fuck,” he whispered, stroking it.

            “Ahh, maknae,” L.Joe groaned, undulating against him.  Hand sliding over his shoulder, across his nape, L.Joe kissed his neck, nipped at his ear.  Staring down in fascination, he watched his hand wrap around L.Joe’s cock.  It was so sexy, so smooth, so straight, it was the best-looking cock he’d ever seen.  It wasn’t as veiny as his, and the skin felt wonderfully soft under his fingertips.  “Ha, huh, maknae,” L.Joe panted, fingers digging into his thigh, tongue snaking along the curve of his ear, making him shiver.  The plump head of L.Joe’s erection was thick, heavy-looking at the end of that smooth, hard shaft, and when he toyed with it, running his thumb around the crown, L.Joe moaned, “Fuck me, ah, fuck me.”

            For an instant, he was ready, his hips already thrusting.  But as L.Joe, still moaning, ground up against him, he remembered that he’d forgotten a few steps.  Hell, how was he supposed to think of anything when L.Joe kept rubbing against him like this?  All of this body against body, skin against skin, was devastating.  “You feel so good,” he confessed, and L.Joe was kissing him, winding around him.  They rolled over, rolled back, and by the time he came up for air, he was so turned on that he was sweating and L.Joe was licking it off of his neck.

            Reaching around under the edge of the mattress, he found the condoms and lube.  When he pushed L.Joe’s knee out of his way, L.Joe’s thighs spread easily for him, hips rolling upward.  He tried to keep himself focused, efficient, but L.Joe’s ass was so tight and hot around his finger that he groaned, loving it, pushing deeper, wanting to burrow into that constricting warmth.  He couldn’t believe that he was finally inside L.Joe, and his cock was eager to join in on the action.  He slid in a second finger, stroking, staring down, captivated by the sight of his fingers riding in and out-

            L.Joe’s hand clamped down on the back of his neck, and he suddenly found himself panting against L.Joe’s shoulder, his ear against L.Joe’s lips.  “Fuck me.”  L.Joe’s voice was soft and dark in his ear, and he swallowed, turned on.  He couldn’t resist moving his fingers again, stroking, and L.Joe groaned, a hurt, sexy, needy purr of sound.  “Now, maknae, now.”

            Yes, now.  When L.Joe’s hand lifted, he promised, “Yes, hyung,” and twisted his fingers out.  Rolling on the condom, he tried to use the moment to catch his breath, to refocus, but all he could do was stare at the slick, waiting pucker of L.Joe’s asshole, at L.Joe’s smooth, sexy cock in its little nest of black hair.  Eager, with need pumping through his body, he rubbed the head of his erection against L.Joe’s asshole, nudging inward.  With a broken-off moan, L.Joe undulated under him, and he thrust in, needing to be inside.  Snug and warm, L.Joe’s body welcomed him, and he moaned in bliss, burying himself deep.

            He was so turned on, it felt like his first time again, like he’d never experienced anything so intensely erotic.  Rocking, thrusting, he could barely control the pace of his hips; it felt like sex was its own animal, riding him.  Beneath him, L.Joe was moaning in rhythm with his thrusts, an ecstatic and hopeful “aahhh-ah” on every forward stroke with a breathy sound between.

            Grimacing, L.Joe was biting his lower lip, his teeth sharp and even and white.  One hand was clutching at Changjo’s thigh, fingers flexing on each thrust, trying to drag Changjo deeper, while the other hand was on his own cock, rubbing, stroking, handling that smooth shaft and thick head with graceful efficiency.  Wanting more of him, needing to be the one to give him pleasure, Changjo pushed his hand away and took over.  Coordinating the thrusting and jacking took him an extra beat, but he knew when he had it right; suddenly L.Joe made a wild, breathless sound, twisting under him.  “So much, it’s so much, ah!”

            Coordination, stamina, breath control, all of the things he’d spent years working on, were tumbling away from him under the pressure of this incredible, deep pleasure.  His hips were rolling in aggressive thrusts, cock stroking thickly, crudely, into L.Joe’s body.  His hand was stroking, pulling, gliding over L.Joe’s erection, painted with the sticky streaks of pre-cum.  His breathing was erratic panting, quick and overexcited, matching the furious knocking of his heart.  The clenching of L.Joe’s asshole around his cock, the hardness of L.Joe’s erection in his fist, even the scratch of L.Joe’s blunt nails along his thigh, came together in vivid, heightened clarity to create a sensation of excitement, pleasure, passion.  With lusty groans and a sense of urgency, Changjo fucked L.Joe harder, and L.Joe’s hips jerked, lifting up to meet him.

            His body kept up its energetic pace as long as it could, hips pounding forward, but the promise of pleasure was too close, too intense.  Rubbing his thumb along the shaft of L.Joe’s cock, he said, “Come on, hyung, that’s it.”

            “Ah, hhuh, yeah,” L.Joe panted, running his hand over his own chest, pinching his nipple.  Even in the midst of sex, the simple sight of L.Joe’s fingers plucking that small, dark nub turned Changjo on so much that his hips snapped, thrusting in hard.  “Ah!  Ah, oh, unh!”  Grimacing, L.Joe bit into his lower lip, shuddering, and came, stringy spurts of cum spattering between Changjo’s fingers and landing on his heaving chest.  “Ahh, oh, so good, so good,” L.Joe moaned, thighs going lax.

            “Fuck,” oh, “hyung,” he’d made L.Joe come, he’d gotten L.Joe off, he’d, he’d just, “oh,” yes.  Ecstasy soared through him, searing him, making a mockery of everything he’d ever called pleasure before.  Crying out in rapture, he thrust into L.Joe again and again, feeling some primal need to make his finish deep inside.  L.Joe’s hands were sliding over his chest and as he came, he stared down into L.Joe’s eyes, caught by the warmth, the affection, the love there.  Feeling assuredly victorious and achingly vulnerable, he caught his breath, letting the golden lassitude of satisfaction soothe everything into a sweet, dreamy haze.

            “Mmm, our maknae.”  Smiling up at him, L.Joe stroked his chest.  “You are such an amazing lay.”

            Surprised into laughter, he ran his hand over L.Joe’s thigh.  “I wanted you to like it,” he admitted, searching L.Joe’s relaxed, happy face for reassurance and finding it.

            Those smooth, agile hands were caressing pleasure right into his skin.  “Mmm, so much.”

            Quickly getting rid of the condom, he tucked himself in beside L.Joe’s slim body.  Snug against him, L.Joe gazed calmly into his face, fixing his bangs, stroking his nose.  Rubbing his hand down L.Joe’s firm, lean back, he said, “Hyung.”

            “Mmm?”  L.Joe kissed him, a soft, slow kiss that sent bliss floating through his veins, then broke away like nothing had happened and touched his lower lip.  “What?”

            Wondering what to say, how to express what he felt, he ran his thumb over L.Joe’s cheekbone.  How could he say it?  “I love you.”  “Thank you.”  “I want you to see me as a man and not some stupid kid.”  He said something he’d been too embarrassed to say, before.  “I think you’re beautiful.”

            Laughing, L.Joe blushed, covering his eyes with his hand.

            “Stop it,” Changjo protested, laughing with him.  “I do!”  It surprised him, how easy it was to say it, to argue the point.  He’d made L.Joe come.  It felt like nothing was too much, too far, or off-limits between them now.

            Hand settling on Changjo’s side, L.Joe smiled.  “Are you a fool or a liar?”

            “Neither!  I mean it.”

            L.Joe blushed, lashes dipping shyly, charmingly, and Changjo smiled, feeling triumphant, realizing that L.Joe believed him.  Quickly recovering, L.Joe draped a leg over his thigh, thumb stroking his nipple until he shivered.  “Okay.  What should I say to you?”

            Immediately, he knew what he wanted to hear.  The words, “Tell me that I’m manly,” were on his lips, followed by the words, “Tell me that you want me,” and, “Tell me that my cock is fantastic again.”  Instead, what he heard fall from his mouth was, “Tell me that you love me.”

            L.Joe’s eyebrows went up in a moment of surprise.  “Of course I love you.”  L.Joe tugged on his bangs, pulling his head forward and kissing his forehead, his cheek.  “I’ve loved you for years.  Don’t be stupid.”  L.Joe chuckled, releasing his hair and kissing his mouth.  “Did you not notice?  Should I be more obvious?  Should I follow you around with fan signs?  Should I cheer you on and give you strength while you’re practicing?  Fan chants!” he exclaimed, eyes widening with inspiration.  “I’ll chant for you while you’re getting dressed!  While you’re eating!  While you’re in the bathroom!  Changjo!  Changjo!  Changjo oppa fighting!” he cheered, rolling Changjo over and crawling on top.  “Work hard, Changjo oppa!”

            Laughing, he hooked his leg around L.Joe’s, trapping L.Joe close.

            With an affectionate smile, L.Joe gazed down at him, then kissed him again.  “I don’t think that I’ll give you to C.A.P. hyung until tomorrow.  Stay with me for a while.”

            He couldn’t have explained how full his heart was.  “Okay.”  As L.Joe leaned in for another kiss, he tugged L.Joe more snugly between his thighs.  “Let’s stay together.”



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