Yoochun = Sex Book Author? **Chapter Three!**
Title: Sounds Like Fun
Author: anoukinparis
Pairings: YooSu/JaeHo/Changmin x OC (JinMin!)
Rating: ...R? NC-17 later?
Genre: Smut, crack, romance, humor
Summary: Yoochun decided to write a sex book. Unfortunately for the others.
A/N: Aish. I really need to get better at this whole updating sooner business, shouldn't I? xD Well, to my credit, I've stayed up the whole night working on this little chapter and now feel like my brain is utterly exhausted of creativity for at least fourty-eight hours. So hopefully this will be good enough for now~
Also, this chapter involves a lot of JinMin, so just be cool with that for now. For those of you who -still- don't know Flash/Jin, then PLEASE check out my post about him. If you know him, then cool; hope you enjoy this chapter! ;)
And for all those JaeHo/YooSu fans, don't you fret. I promise there will be more of that coming up in the later chapters, dealing with their own photo shoots...-grin- Sooo. I think that's all I have to say. Other than that, I love, love, love you guys for reading and supporting this story!
Comments are loved and always appreciated! <333333333
Damn Yoochun.
First he drags me half-way around the world to take part in something I can’t even find the right words to show my disgust, and now he’s telling me that Flash and I are the lucky couple that gets to have the floor for tonight, which wouldn’t be so terrible if the two of us aren’t the tallest out of the entire bunch, scrunched awkwardly in between the couch and the TV.
“Perks of being the youngest,” he had merely winked at me, before skipping off to his bedroom. He’s probably fucking Junsu now for all I know. But thinking about Junsu in that sort of situation doesn’t sit too well with my stomach, and I instantly reach for Flash’s hand.
I need support through all of this.
“Hm?”
I turn to look at him. “We’re married, aren’t we?”
“Last time I checked.”
“So this shouldn’t be an issue, should it?”
Even in the darkness, his blue eyes are piercing (god, and gorgeous), and his expression falls into one of remarkable shock. “Don’t tell me…” he gasps, “You’re getting cold feet about…Appetite for love?”
I give him a good shove, scowling at the laughter that flows so easily out of his lips. “Hey, I’m being serious.” It sounds like I’m whining. Am I whining? Yeah…I think I’m whining.
Even after that pathetic realization (When the hell did I start whining to him? It must be his influence), it takes a few more minutes for his chuckles to die down, and it’s pretty hard to escape that when he’s lying right there, pressed up against me, snuggling into my shoulder.
Whenever he thinks I’m mad at him, he does that. He thinks I’m mad at him a lot.
“Mm…just relax,” he sighs, kissing my sleeve. “What’s the worse that could happen?”
I try not to show how much I’m enjoying the attention, shifting inconspicuously. “You do know who started all of this, right?”
I can’t be related to Yoochun. I just can’t be. But Jae continues to refute my distress, claiming brothers are brothers, and there’s absolutely no way I can get out of it. When we were still all together, he’d sometimes whip me up a batch of cookies to ease some of the agony.
Unfortunately, we’ve been away for a while. Wait…unfortunately…?
Whatever. Maybe if I use this newfound whining ability with him he’ll bake me something while Yoochun’s off fucking Junsu or doing something else completely ridiculous. I don’t know. I’ll have to test this idea out in the morning.
Right now, Flash is steadily losing touch with reality, murmuring something about how art and sex are closely entwined, and that Yoochun is simply an artist, and before he can go too much farther in making absolutely no sense, I shush him gently, half amused and half mortified that my husband can think so nonchalantly about this even at two in the morning.
“Go to bed.” It’s unnecessary. His body is already cuddling closer to mine, his breathing soft on my neck.
“Say you love me…” he demands sleepily. Which shouldn’t even be possible, but he manages to do it. I’m forever fascinated by him.
“…love you.”
Satisfied, he doesn’t say any more, clearly not haunted by the images that are now crossing my mind at the moment. Horrible, horrible images of Yoochun sitting in a director’s chair, yelling out actions to us through a large megaphone with everyone crowded around us, or even worse, him as a puppeteer, simply yanking our strings so he can get us to do whatever he wants, whatever he thinks will look the most entertaining.
I grip tighter onto Flash’s hand before I realize what I’m doing, and soon I’m cursing at myself. Really. I need to relax. Just like he said. Right?
Besides, we have strawberries.
What’s the worse that could happen?
<3
“No. No no no no.”
“Changmin-”
“No. There is no chance in hell I’m wearing that.”
“Not even for a little bit?”
“No.”
“Awe, but I bought it special for you.”
“You bought that for Junsu a year ago, and it didn’t fit him. So don’t even give me that crap.”
I have to wonder why he’s so disagreeable this morning. After all I’ve done to make sure the floor was as comfortable as possible last night, giving him all the extra blankets, making sure to provide him and his lovebird privacy, even offering him some protection from my special stash in case they wanted to get out some of their frustration before the photo shoot, but I can see now it was all for nothing.
He’s never been much of a morning person, but this attitude of his is a little much, and I raise my eyebrows at him in question.
“What’s so bad about it?” I ask innocently, looking down at the outfit I’m holding in my arms.
The sound of the bathroom door slamming is the only response I get besides the rather heated call of “Can’t hear you! In the shower!” The loudness of his call seems to jar Flash awake, who is still sprawled, shirtless, on the floor, tangled up in what looks to be about five blankets, all of which are different shapes and sizes. He’s blinking groggily, ruffling the blankets even more, and I slowly reach for the camera hovering on the countertop. I debate the two choices I have: not get caught, or get caught and later have Changmin pummel me into that carpet I forced him to sleep on.
I hesitate for a moment before snapping a few shots. Good thing I can run fast.
Bad thing is Yunho’s standing in the kitchen right behind me, a glass of orange juice in his hand, as silent as the grave as I turn around to give him a hearty good morning. He just stares at me, unmoving. I set the camera back on its original perch, scratching the back of my neck, something I haven’t done in what feels like ages.
But then again, it’s not every day I receive that steely look from someone who’s probably the most intimidating person I know without even trying to be. Then again, Jae always gushes about him with every opportunity that pops up, so I guess to each his own.
“Just…for the book.” It’s like I’m trying to pull some words together through these hand gestures I’ve suddenly taken up. I have a swift and strange déjà vu feeling from when Junsu first caught me during one of my special alone time activities in the bathroom, staring at me with those wide eyes of his, while I was left fumbling for some sort of excuse as to why I was doing it in the first place. That was the first of many talks I had to give my lovely Susu-ah.
Yunho finishes the glass of orange juice in one swig and sets it down on the counter. It gives a small clink, and I can hear Flash behind me murmuring something about Changmin’s disappearance, but I can’t be too concerned. I’m still rooted at the spot.
Leader-shii gives me another one of those looks, gazing at the outfit still in my hand before shaking his head, finally turning away from me to go back into the guest room.
“Right.”
I figure it’s best not to let him know that the orange juice has been expired for months.
<3
I really don’t see what’s so bad about it. It’s just an angel costume.
Alright. So maybe the pants are made out of pure white silk with a loose drawstring front and the shirt is sleeveless with random mesh pieces and made out of an equally slick fabric, and the arm bands that go with it are a sparkly silver, reaching well past the elbows, the same silk material as the pants, and alright, maybe the soft, feathery wings that clip onto the shirt are a little too theatrical, but honestly, I’m offering Changmin the chance to become an angel for once in his life. Who knows when the opportunity will present itself again?
Once Changmin is heavenly fresh and Flash is awake enough to keep his husband from growling just at the sight of me, I confront the two about the costume, attempting to explain that it’s all a part of my master plan, my concept, if you will. I never exactly mentioned this to the group when they were all gathered on the couch the previous night, but I decided it was more than fitting to let certain details slip for my very first pairing, especially since their doubts seemed to have multiplied since when I last talked to them.
“A theme.” I spread a hand across the makeshift sky I’m imagining, adopting a far-away look, hoping it will add to the fantasy I’m creating just for them. “Appetite for love becomes a sort of heaven on earth, a sudden encounter between a lost, lonely human soul and an angel yearning to bring passion and warmth into his life. Subtle, yet effective. Warm tones, with plenty of white bed sheets and pillows to create the illusion of the angel’s mystery as well as give contrast to the bright red of the strawberries, symbolizing the human’s eventual surrender into the longing he feels for such a beautiful creature.”
They both stare at me for a long while. I think I can hear the clock ticking in the next room over.
“Ah, that sounds lovely.”
Of course it’s Jae who finally breaks the silence, padding into the living room with slippers that are too big for his feet and a serene smile gracing his lips, wearing a T-shirt that looks suspiciously like the one I saw Yunho wearing just earlier in the kitchen. And that was no less than an hour ago. Interesting.
“Morning, umma,” I smile at him.
“Morning,” he yawns happily, settling himself quite comfortably on the couch, picking up an old cup of coffee that’s sitting on the table in front of him, sniffing it, then bringing it to his lips. I vaguely wonder if drinking questionable liquids is a regular pastime at the Jung household.
“Jaejoong, it’s nauseating,” Changmin complains, and I have to roll my eyes.
“Well, why don’t you whine about it a little more?”
His expression suddenly gets very serious and very stubborn. “I don’t whine.”
“Can’t you do anything about him?” I turn to Flash, pleading, holding up the costume as if it’s some sort of peace offering. Jae’s watching from above the rim of the coffee cup, clearly entertained.
Flash only shrugs, brushing some of his long black hair out of his face before chancing a sidelong glance at Changmin, who’s stubbornly looking the other direction. And he believes I’m the immature one.
“Sorry, but I can’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want to do,” he replies breezily, looking at the costume with an intrigued sort of expression. “And yet all those strawberries would be going to waste..”
I think I see Changmin blanch ever so slightly, and I decide to take advantage of this sudden vulnerability his husband’s opened up. What brilliance.
“Which would be a shame, not to mention a complete waste of my hard-earned money,” I sigh.
“Doing what? Sitting on your ass all day?” Changmin mutters, looking like he’s trying awfully hard to ignore the grin Flash is sending his way.
“A real shame,” Jae remarks quietly to himself, sipping his coffee, and pretty soon we’re all staring at Changmin, watching, just waiting for him to give in. Three sets of eyes, and it’s not even ten seconds before Changmin caves in, snatching the costume out of my hands so fast I almost don’t notice him stomping off toward the bathroom once again, looking positively aggravated by his defeat.
“Of course, I have to be the fucking angel.”
Flash won’t stop grinning.
“So where are those strawberries?”
<3
I have to admit, for all the complaining and bemoaning and even more complaining that could only be soothed by a warm batch of Jae cookies (which, not so surprisingly, I’ve missed myself as well), Changmin doesn’t look half bad in the costume. Awkward, without a doubt, with him constantly plucking at the tight fabric, not knowing exactly what to do with his hands, shooting daggers whenever Yunho strolled into the bedroom to see what was going on and laughing for a good ten minutes, but not bad.
I’m not sure at first whether Changmin is happy or not that Flash is dressed in a simple pair of pajama bottoms, deep red in color like the strawberries, but if his eyes are any measure of that, then I’d say he’s more than pleased. As for the Frenchman, he’s merely holding the bowl of strawberries close to his chest, nibbling on a few as I’m getting the bed prepared just so, the other soon coming over to steal some as well.
“Don’t they look good together?” I overhear Jae whisper not so softly to Yunho, who’s leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed.
“They look sleazy,” the other remarks bluntly.
Jae simply sighs, eyes sweeping over the fluffy white comforter that’s cascading to the floor, the pillows all aligned in neat little rows, the sheets peaking out underneath a smooth silk. “I hope we have a chapter as well thought out as this...”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” I say easily, motioning for the two still devouring the strawberries to come closer to the bed. When neither of them respond, I have to take the entire container away, sighing in frustration at the puppy dog looks I receive from both of them. Honestly, I’ve never understood their love for the red fruit, but then, there are several things I don’t understand about the pair, so I let it go, gesturing to the bed once more.
“Alright, Flash, get up there. The position doesn’t have to be perfect…in fact, just lie down on the bed like you were lying down this morning.”
“What?” Changmin twists his neck to me.
“Yeah, that’s good…” Ignoring the temperamental angel, I focus the lens in on Flash, letting the frame soak up the full extent of the bed, the deep red of his pants looking positively sinful against the pure white of the comforter and sheets. I want to pat myself on the back for having such great vision. Instead, I snap a few pictures, moving closer, closing in on the expression on his face…hm.
“Maybe…a little dreamier…yeah, that’s nice.” Click click.
Changmin clears his throat. “So can I get in bed or what?” I don’t think it’s just me. His voice is rougher.
Hiding the smirk I want so desperately to release, as well as a very smug “I knew you would like this,” I merely nod, waving him over, and it’s not even a second before he’s near the foot of the bed, crawling slowly toward the other male.
And I didn’t even have to tell him to do so.
<3
I forget about Yoochun and the small clicks of the camera somewhere far, far away. I forget there’s even anyone around, much less Yunho and Jae, my surrogate parents, for Christ’s sake.
All I can see are those eyes, blue and blazing and teasing with every flicker of his eyelashes. We both know how ridiculous this all is (it’s pretty hard not to), yet all it takes is for him to being lying half naked on a bed, licking the juice of a recently bitten strawberry off the corner of his lips, and already my mind is reeling.
I move closer. Click click.
I take the rest of the strawberry from his fingers, melting into the taste, loving the silent laugh in his eyes and the way his hands tighten into the sheets as my tongue darts out to meet his skin. Click click. The two flavors are so much better than any night spent up watching porn when everyone else was asleep.
My younger self must be gaping at me. Strawberries and smooth skin. Who knew?
I’m hovering over him, fingering his hair, everything slowed down. Click click.
He fists the sheets more as I dangle my lips closer, brushing his jaw, before finally kissing away the last of the sweetness left over from the strawberry. It’s difficult to have anything comprehensible to think about in this situation other than my usual:
God, Flash. God. Yes.
I fucking want you right now.
Such riveting choices, aren’t they?
Right now it’s a confusing, intoxicating mix of both as Flash’s fingers coast down my spine, not stopping until he finally pulls a moan from my lips, and it’s all getting rather excruciating, being bound by this costume, when I hear a faint but familiar voice in the background…a high voice actually…wait a moment.
I pull away, meeting a pair of two wide, brown eyes.
Yep. It’s definitely Junsu. Back from work. Right here, staring at the two of us, who are now definitely making out on his bed with me in an angel outfit that Yoochun previously bought for him a year ago, a bowl of strawberries sitting precariously on the sheets with Yoochun holding a camera right up to us, Jae hiding into Yunho’s shoulder as if that will somehow change our current situation.
And Junsu is definitely still staring at us, unblinking.
Well shit.