Insane Situation

Title: Insane Situation

Author: [e-mail]

Pairing: Jaejoong-centric, OT5

Rating: R (for sex)

Summary: A quick hand-job pressed up against one of the

It had started out as something simple. Messy, but to the point. A quick hand-job pressed up against one of the walls, your mouth pushed into the chest of whomever was servicing you. The orgasm isn’t drawn out, but it’s enough to make your breath hitch and the pleasure to cause your eyes to flutter. It didn’t matter who it was, really, as long as it was good. Sometimes you’d accost them, knowing that lustful look in their eyes, and you can’t help but want them to feel the way you do. Almost like being loved, kind of. If you’re into that type of weird needy demented sort of love.

Sure, you haven’t had a girlfriend in years since you gave your soul to Lee Soo Man, but masturbating could only last so long. A pent-up feeling was growing and growing, and the lack of any sort of loving figure, especially with the deficit in vacations, made it even worse. Whenever you looked into the others dark eyes, there was that same sort of look. The look where you were all horribly defeated, defeated by this power crazy, money hungry man. The only time you could get away from his clutches was when you were in the hospital, and most of the time, you didn’t even get very pretty nurses. Instead stuck in unbearably hygienic white rooms where you had nothing to do, and can’t help but think that the dry cops on the dirty walls are better than this.

This little set-up would’ve worked out for quite awhile, if only humans weren’t stupid weak creatures that developed feelings. You knew which members you liked better, whose hands were rougher, who tended to bite their nails, whose hands seemed to feel up all the right places. You know which member in particular makes your heart beat faster, making all sorts of little squeaks and noises that tell you that it doesn’t matter he’s the same gender as you are. But you ignore it. Hearts aren’t always for listening, you suppose, and turn off that little sensor.

Anyway, it’s not like you can really say anything. Need to keep the band’s harmony in tact, and any sort of relationship could make the synchronization make a weird cacophony or make all the attitudes go wonky… and you really didn’t need that. Instead, you simply pin him to the wall, breathing his smell in deeply – driving him further and further in – and touch him in all the ways you feel fit.

You might be going a little insane. But hey, it’s an all boy’s band.