Tonight - Chapter 5 - Part 1
Junsu scowled at the change he’d received back from buying the porn magazine. Who knew they’d be so expensive!? It had taken him a good hour to find one and then when he’d spotted it behind the counter, it took him another fifteen minutes to casually ask for it like it was no big deal. The clerk had sneered at him, but forked it over anyway.
The clerk proved to be a jackass as he put it in a see through bag. Junsu didn’t have enough courage to ask for a different bag, so he shoved it under his shirt as he walked home. And why was he buying one in the first place? Weren’t the dares and punishments supposed to be between them, hidden away in the privacy of their dorm room and not out in the hustle bustle of Tokyo where anyone could see him?
Buying this stupid magazine was way worse than shaving Yoochun, which he’d actually enjoyed more than he should have. He knew it was wrong to enjoy it, but it was even more wrong to enjoy what happened in the bathroom with Yoochun.
Junsu tried to shake the memory out of his head as his face grew hot and his body tense. He rounded the corner, relieved when their building coming into view. He picked up his pace. Only a few more steps and he’d be able to breathe again without worrying if someone saw him with an adult magazine shoved in his shirt. How embarrassing.
But what was more embarrassing was that he’d lost last night. He shouldn’t have lost. He was able to come on a whim if he needed, especially while listening to the other guys, but he had a much harder time coming a second time so quickly after the first and Yoochun had depleted him in the bathroom.
Junsu reached for the main door of the building and ran to the elevator. God, he didn’t want to remember. Please stop remembering.
Yoochun had…Yoochun had touched him and it was the most amazing thing he’d ever felt.
He’d only followed Yoochun into the bathroom to make sure he didn’t get razor burn. How was he to know that his friend would turn the tables on him and practically maul him? Okay, okay, so he didn’t maul him, but close enough.
Junsu pouted as he rode the elevator up to their floor. Why had it happened? What had made Yoochun want to touch him?
He’d been plagued all day with the memory. He had tried to rub lotion on Yoochun, but his friend had turned away, suddenly becoming serious. Yoochun had said it wasn’t fair that Junsu had touched him and he didn’t know what it was like to be embarrassed like that. Of course, Junsu felt bad and had tried to explain that it was okay, they were all guys and that guys got erections when touched.
Saying that had been Junsu’s mistake. Yoochun had turned back to him and reached for Junsu’s pants, unbuttoning them and drawing the zipper down. Junsu’s hands were coated in lotion and he didn’t know how to fight him off…and maybe he didn’t want to fight him off.
Yoochun had rubbed him through his boxers then pulled him out, pushing his pants down to his thighs. How does it feel to have a guy rubbing you like this? Yoochun had whispered.
Shocked beyond belief, Junsu reacted the only way his body knew how, by allowing the touch to overwhelm him. His mind flat lined, but his body came alive.
Yoochun had leaned in on Junsu’s shoulder, resting his cheek against the side of his head and stroked him, over and over again until Junsu came, shuddering from the intensity of his first orgasm drawn from another person.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. God, he’d come in Yoochun’s hand. He had come in Yoochun’s hand! The shame, the awkwardness, the sheer insanity of it was debilitating. He’d avoided him all day, how was he going to manage now that they were all snuggled back in their dorm room the size of a shoebox?
“He’s back,” Junsu heard Changmin say as he slipped in the front door. He kicked off his shoes and looked around, finding them anxiously awaiting his return.
“What’d you get? Show us,” Jaejoong reached for the square under his shirt.
“What took you so long? No one saw you, did they?” Yunho asked, hanging back by Yoochun who hadn’t looked up at him yet. Maybe Yoochun was just as embarrassed as he was. One thing was for sure, what had happened in the bathroom was never going to happen again and they were never going to tell anyone-a secret to the grave.
“Chunnie told us why you lost,” Jaejoong said as he snatched the magazine out and started tearing at the cellophane wrapping.
Junsu’s heart started racing. “What?” he said, his voice cracking a little. Yoochun didn’t tell them, did he? His eyes shot over to his friend who was now hiding behind Yunho and trying to hide a smile. “What did he tell you?”
Changmin smirked, but avoided Junsu’s gaze by leaning over Jae’s shoulder to look at the magazine.
When no one said anything, Junsu started to panic. “Chun, what did you tell them?”
Yoochun started laughing, still hiding behind Yunho. “I told them the truth,” he said as Yunho stepped aside, leaving him vulnerable.
Junsu felt his anger rise. He was sure his face was red as a tomato. He couldn’t believe that Yoochun would betray him like that.
“God, Su, relax. I just told them to say that to get a rise out of you. And it worked! You’re all red, but honestly, how would I know why you lost?” Yoochun had stopped laughing and approached Junsu, trying to calm him down. “It’s just a joke.”
Their eyes met and Junsu debated on whether he should strangle him or hug him.
“So, why did you lose?” Yunho asked, hovering on the other side of Jae as he snuck a few peeks at the magazine.
Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s hand and held it. “Um…” Shit, what was he supposed to say? “I, um, oh, my hands were too slick from the lotion so it took me longer than usual.”
They all looked up at him with blank stares and Junsu worried that they were going to call him a liar. But then, by some saving grace, they all nodded.
“Yeah, I need the friction. Lotion doesn’t do it for me,” Jaejoong said, his eyes wandering back to the naked girl in the magazine.
Yunho agreed. “I like lotion sometimes, but I know what you mean. There’s a difference.”
Junsu stared at them, wondering if they were really having a nonchalant conversation about their masturbating habits and whether or not they liked to use lotion. It was odd, yet strangely comfortable.
“I tried lotion once, but it burned,” Changmin said.
Yoochun grinned at the youngest. “Uh, it’s not supposed to burn. What kind were you using?”
Junsu walked away, heading to the bathroom. He needed a moment of privacy to get his wits about him. Seeing Yoochun had stirred up the memory again and even though he hated to admit it, Junsu was reacting to it. This was going to be a long night if he didn’t get some control of his body.
Once Junsu had puttered around the bathroom and washed his face, he returned to the circle ready for another night of games and punishment.
“What’s the game for tonight?” Changmin asked, pouting as Yoochun and Jaejoong hogged the magazine off to the side, hovering over it like a bunch of pervy vultures. Junsu wouldn’t normally care what turned them on, but seeing Yoochun ogling some big breasted Japanese girl wearing nothing but silk stockings and a ribbon in her hair kind of irked him. One day he’s jerking Junsu off in the bathroom while the next he’s drooling over some tits.
Junsu scowled and plopped down dramatically into his place next to Changmin and Yoochun. Yunho had gone to the mini-mart downstairs to get something so they were waiting on him.
“She’s got a nice S curve, but she’s not that cute,” Jaejoong said, pointing at a different girl as they flipped the pages.
Yoochun’s eyes roamed the new page. “Are there anymore pictures of that cute girl?” He flipped ahead a few pages in search of the big breasted girl that Junsu had come to hate. Jaejoong fought to win back control of the page flipping and yanked the magazine away from Yoochun.
“Can I see now?” Changmin snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. “I haven’t seen much of it yet.”
“Well, scooch over here then,” Jaejoong said and Changmin jumped across the circle, knocking Yoochun back against Junsu. “This one needs some serious lessons on how to apply makeup. I mean, who puts lipstick on like that? She looks like a whore,” Jaejoong said as Changmin cuddled up at his side, finally happy to be looking at the magazine.
“She kinda is a…um…don’t call her a whore, that’s mean. Say she’s a sexually independent individual who chooses to pose nude,” Changmin said and Jaejoong snorted and laughed.
Yoochun suddenly turned to Junsu and gave him a sly and evil grin. Junsu looked away. Damn him for being…well, damn him for being him. Junsu didn’t know what to think anymore. His mind was a total mess.
“You’ve been quiet today,” Yoochun whispered under Changmin and Jaejoong’s ridiculous debate on whether or not girls should wear heels while posing nude or just go barefoot.
Junsu felt his face warm. “So have you,” he replied, still looking at everything in the room except for Yoochun’s face.
A hand reached over and tilted his chin back, forcing him to look at his friend. “If it’s because you lost-“
“It’s not because I lost,” Junsu said quickly, irritated that Yoochun was being gentle. They were guys, damn it! There was no gentleness allowed. He really wanted to slug Yoochun just to affirm his masculinity, but then he’d be marring that perfect face and that wouldn’t do at all.
“If it’s because of why you lost…” Yoochun licked his lips in a most suggestive and unnerving manner.
Junsu leaned away, his face flaming with heat and embarrassment. He glanced over and confirmed that Jaejoong and Changmin were still totally engrossed in the magazine then turned his attention back to Yoochun with the meanest glare he could muster. “Did you tell them?”
Yoochun acted hurt. “Of course not Su, why would I?” His whispering voice was growing louder so Junsu shushed him.
“Just…it’s a secret and I’ll strangle you if you tell,” Junsu hissed, knocking Yoochun’s hand away from his chin.
“What’s a secret?” Jaejoong asked, both him and Changmin now eyeing the pair.
“Uh, nothing important,” Junsu said, cursing himself for making such a big deal out of it. It wasn’t a big deal. Guys did those things to experiment, it didn’t mean anything. He’d heard that stuff like that happened during his early training years so he should just shrug it off and move on.
“Junsu likes chubby girls with big butts,” Yoochun said. “Oops, sorry Su, didn’t mean to spill your secret.”
Junsu closed his eyes and counted to ten. Calm down, don’t hit him. Don’t strangle him. Just act normal. Think of something to say, quick. “Not chubby, you big blabbermouth, just girls with some curves and things to hold on to,” he said, even though he didn’t have any preference on whether a girl was stick thin or packing a healthy S shape.
“Hold on to?” Changmin looked at the ceiling, trying to understand. “Why would you want to hold onto her?”
“Do you know what sex is?” Junsu didn’t have the patience to explain it so instead, he gave an exasperated sigh and waved at Jaejoong to answer his question.
“I think what Junsu is trying to say is that when you have sex, or even just cuddle and kiss, you touch the other person, so he prefers girls who have more, um, surface space so he can cuddle with them better. Right?” Jaejoong tried to explain.
“No, what I mean is that when you are doing it, you can hold onto their tits or ass better if they have more padding,” Junsu said, really irritated now because he was imagining Yoochun with a big breasted, sexually independent whore wearing nothing but heels and crappy lipstick.
Everyone stared at him, stunned by his angry outburst. Yoochun patted Junsu’s knee in support, but he ruined the mood by speaking. “Yeah but, you haven’t had sex, so how would you know?”
And then Jaejoong, Changmin and Yoochun burst out laughing.
That was it! Junsu stood up, ready to let them all have it when Yunho walked through their front door with a small plastic bag. “What’s going on?” Yunho asked as he kicked off his shoes and straightened them neatly next to Jaejoong’s shoes.
“Junsu is talking about sex,” Jaejoong said between dry heaves. He was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes and Changmin wrapped up around his waist, laughing with equal vigor and amusement.
“Since when do you know about sex?” Yunho asked with a gentle smile, eagerly sitting down with the bag and pushing Changmin back to his own spot with a firm shove.
“Just because I haven’t had sex doesn’t mean I don’t understand the mechanics of it,” Junsu said hotly.
Changmin was finding his seat on the other side of Jaejoong again, trying to come down from his laughing high while Yoochun was pulling Junsu’s arms, making his sit down and laughing like it was a joke, but Junsu didn’t think it was very funny.
“So you’ve seen porn,” Jaejoong stated, making a guess as to why Junsu had knowledge about sex.
Junsu hung his head and groaned. “Yes, I’ve seen porn. No, I haven’t had sex. And NO I DON’T LIKE CHUBBY GIRLS ANY BETTER THAN ANY OTHER GIRLS. I JUST LIKE GIRLS!”
The atmosphere of the room plummeted and Junsu thought for sure he’d broken up their group’s camaraderie in one fatal swoop of idiocy.
Yoochun was definitely getting to him. Oh god. Why was a guy getting under his skin and making him act like a lunatic?
Yunho’s mouth gaped open. “I must have missed something while I was gone,” he said.
“No, no. You just missed us picking on Junsu. We love you Su, no worries,” Jaejoong said with a soft smile.
Changmin nodded in agreement. “Yeah, sorry for bugging you with my stupid questions,” he said, smiling too.
“Wait…aren’t you guys mad at me?” Junsu asked in that little voice that made him feel weak and insecure. He hadn’t felt that way around these guys yet and it scared him to think that his confidence was slipping.
Yoochun reached an arm around the back of Junsu’s shoulders. “We’re just teasing you. Sorry if we took it too far.”
Junsu mumbled to himself then met the eyes of his four band mates. “Sorry for yelling,” he said.
“It’s okay, I’m sure we’ll all yell a lot as we get to know each other better,” Yunho said and everything became okay. They were all okay.
“Now, what’s in the bag?” Changmin asked, reaching for the white plastic bag. “Oooh, food!”
“Wait!” Yunho snatched the bag back. “I was thinking…”
“Yunho thinking is never good,” Jaejoong murmured, promptly receiving a swat to his thigh from the leader.
“Like I said, I was thinking and we should each come up with a game and a punishment and write them down on different pieces of paper. That way, we can select a game, play the game and then after the game is over, the loser has to select a punishment,” Yunho said, beaming about his suggestion.
“So…no one knows what the punishment will be until they lose?” Yoochun asked as they were all in need of clarification.
“Yep, pretty much. Of course, you’ll know what punishment you threw into the mix, but you won’t know what everyone else wrote until it’s drawn,” Yunho said, dumping the contents of the bag into the center of the circle-which Junsu noticed had grown smaller over the last few nights as they sat closer and closer together.
“I like it,” Jaejoong said, already in deep thought for a game and a punishment. “But we need some ground rules.”
“Right. Nothing outside the group or this apartment for punishment,” Changmin said, reiterating their previously set rule. As soon as he was done talking his nimble fingers were swiping bags of candy from the center of the circle. Yunho smacked the back of his hand to make him stop.
“Except that you dumb asses made me go buy a magazine today outside of the apartment,” Junsu pointed out, feeling a little better now that they were back to preparing for tonight’s game.
Yunho frowned. “Oh. I forgot. That’s my fault Junsu, sorry about that.” He seemed genuinely guilty, so Junsu forgave him.
“But it’s not really a porn magazine,” Yoochun said. “You got a nudie mag.”
Junsu felt his ire return. “What’s the difference? I got an adult magazine.”
“In a porn magazine, people are doing it. This is just full of naked girls posing,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong and Yunho shared a look. “And that’s a problem…why?” Yunho asked.
“It’s not a problem, it just isn’t the right magazine,” Yoochun said, his cheeks blushing as he started nervously shifting around. “Forget it, it’s fine.”
But Junsu had been teased enough and he wanted someone else to get teased for once so he said what they were all probably thinking anyway. “So naked girls aren’t enough for you? You need to see naked guys too?”
Changmin bit his lower lip while Jaejoong covered his mouth in awe. “Su! That was a good one,” Jaejoong said while Yunho and Changmin applauded. It was rare for him to get a good jab in at Yoochun without receiving a worse jab back, but Yoochun was speechless and red.
They thought Junsu was just teasing, but deep down he wanted Yoochun to feel the same embarrassment that he’d felt in the bathroom last night. Well, it wasn’t really embarrassing if the other guys didn’t know about it, was it? But then again, Yoochun knew which meant Junsu would live in constant fear that one day the words would just come out of his mouth like it was no big deal-like jacking off your friend in the bathroom was an appropriate conversation starter.
Changmin started handing out slips of paper and pens. “Let’s start working on our ideas,” he said and Junsu nodded dumbly.
But he couldn’t come up with anything. All he could think about was how Yoochun had touched him and how amazing and wonderful it had felt. Oh god, he really wanted Yoochun to touch him again.
Junsu’s head started to spin. First he got off by hearing Minnie come, excited by his erratic breathing and hitched pants. He’d thought he was going to Hell for enjoying the sound of Min’s release, but this was way more Hell-worthy! Agh. Junsu reminded himself that he wasn’t going to Hell, that he was just young and hormonal and it was all perfectly, 100%, A-OK fine that he was turned on by anything related to sex. He was a healthy guy and healthy guys got turned on.
A touch to his thigh startled him back to reality. “Are we even now?” Yoochun whispered, his tongue licking at the crease between his lips as the others scribbled away in Korean on their pieces of paper.
Their eyes met and Junsu swallowed hard. “Not by a long shot,” he whispered back. “I plan on paying you back tenfold.”
Yoochun’s eyes glowed bright, radiant with anticipation and confidence. “I certainly hope so.”
Junsu’s heart stopped. For some reason, he didn’t think Yoochun was talking about them picking on each other anymore.
(on to Chapter 5, Part 2)
The clerk proved to be a jackass as he put it in a see through bag. Junsu didn’t have enough courage to ask for a different bag, so he shoved it under his shirt as he walked home. And why was he buying one in the first place? Weren’t the dares and punishments supposed to be between them, hidden away in the privacy of their dorm room and not out in the hustle bustle of Tokyo where anyone could see him?
Buying this stupid magazine was way worse than shaving Yoochun, which he’d actually enjoyed more than he should have. He knew it was wrong to enjoy it, but it was even more wrong to enjoy what happened in the bathroom with Yoochun.
Junsu tried to shake the memory out of his head as his face grew hot and his body tense. He rounded the corner, relieved when their building coming into view. He picked up his pace. Only a few more steps and he’d be able to breathe again without worrying if someone saw him with an adult magazine shoved in his shirt. How embarrassing.
But what was more embarrassing was that he’d lost last night. He shouldn’t have lost. He was able to come on a whim if he needed, especially while listening to the other guys, but he had a much harder time coming a second time so quickly after the first and Yoochun had depleted him in the bathroom.
Junsu reached for the main door of the building and ran to the elevator. God, he didn’t want to remember. Please stop remembering.
Yoochun had…Yoochun had touched him and it was the most amazing thing he’d ever felt.
He’d only followed Yoochun into the bathroom to make sure he didn’t get razor burn. How was he to know that his friend would turn the tables on him and practically maul him? Okay, okay, so he didn’t maul him, but close enough.
Junsu pouted as he rode the elevator up to their floor. Why had it happened? What had made Yoochun want to touch him?
He’d been plagued all day with the memory. He had tried to rub lotion on Yoochun, but his friend had turned away, suddenly becoming serious. Yoochun had said it wasn’t fair that Junsu had touched him and he didn’t know what it was like to be embarrassed like that. Of course, Junsu felt bad and had tried to explain that it was okay, they were all guys and that guys got erections when touched.
Saying that had been Junsu’s mistake. Yoochun had turned back to him and reached for Junsu’s pants, unbuttoning them and drawing the zipper down. Junsu’s hands were coated in lotion and he didn’t know how to fight him off…and maybe he didn’t want to fight him off.
Yoochun had rubbed him through his boxers then pulled him out, pushing his pants down to his thighs. How does it feel to have a guy rubbing you like this? Yoochun had whispered.
Shocked beyond belief, Junsu reacted the only way his body knew how, by allowing the touch to overwhelm him. His mind flat lined, but his body came alive.
Yoochun had leaned in on Junsu’s shoulder, resting his cheek against the side of his head and stroked him, over and over again until Junsu came, shuddering from the intensity of his first orgasm drawn from another person.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. God, he’d come in Yoochun’s hand. He had come in Yoochun’s hand! The shame, the awkwardness, the sheer insanity of it was debilitating. He’d avoided him all day, how was he going to manage now that they were all snuggled back in their dorm room the size of a shoebox?
“He’s back,” Junsu heard Changmin say as he slipped in the front door. He kicked off his shoes and looked around, finding them anxiously awaiting his return.
“What’d you get? Show us,” Jaejoong reached for the square under his shirt.
“What took you so long? No one saw you, did they?” Yunho asked, hanging back by Yoochun who hadn’t looked up at him yet. Maybe Yoochun was just as embarrassed as he was. One thing was for sure, what had happened in the bathroom was never going to happen again and they were never going to tell anyone-a secret to the grave.
“Chunnie told us why you lost,” Jaejoong said as he snatched the magazine out and started tearing at the cellophane wrapping.
Junsu’s heart started racing. “What?” he said, his voice cracking a little. Yoochun didn’t tell them, did he? His eyes shot over to his friend who was now hiding behind Yunho and trying to hide a smile. “What did he tell you?”
Changmin smirked, but avoided Junsu’s gaze by leaning over Jae’s shoulder to look at the magazine.
When no one said anything, Junsu started to panic. “Chun, what did you tell them?”
Yoochun started laughing, still hiding behind Yunho. “I told them the truth,” he said as Yunho stepped aside, leaving him vulnerable.
Junsu felt his anger rise. He was sure his face was red as a tomato. He couldn’t believe that Yoochun would betray him like that.
“God, Su, relax. I just told them to say that to get a rise out of you. And it worked! You’re all red, but honestly, how would I know why you lost?” Yoochun had stopped laughing and approached Junsu, trying to calm him down. “It’s just a joke.”
Their eyes met and Junsu debated on whether he should strangle him or hug him.
“So, why did you lose?” Yunho asked, hovering on the other side of Jae as he snuck a few peeks at the magazine.
Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s hand and held it. “Um…” Shit, what was he supposed to say? “I, um, oh, my hands were too slick from the lotion so it took me longer than usual.”
They all looked up at him with blank stares and Junsu worried that they were going to call him a liar. But then, by some saving grace, they all nodded.
“Yeah, I need the friction. Lotion doesn’t do it for me,” Jaejoong said, his eyes wandering back to the naked girl in the magazine.
Yunho agreed. “I like lotion sometimes, but I know what you mean. There’s a difference.”
Junsu stared at them, wondering if they were really having a nonchalant conversation about their masturbating habits and whether or not they liked to use lotion. It was odd, yet strangely comfortable.
“I tried lotion once, but it burned,” Changmin said.
Yoochun grinned at the youngest. “Uh, it’s not supposed to burn. What kind were you using?”
Junsu walked away, heading to the bathroom. He needed a moment of privacy to get his wits about him. Seeing Yoochun had stirred up the memory again and even though he hated to admit it, Junsu was reacting to it. This was going to be a long night if he didn’t get some control of his body.
Once Junsu had puttered around the bathroom and washed his face, he returned to the circle ready for another night of games and punishment.
“What’s the game for tonight?” Changmin asked, pouting as Yoochun and Jaejoong hogged the magazine off to the side, hovering over it like a bunch of pervy vultures. Junsu wouldn’t normally care what turned them on, but seeing Yoochun ogling some big breasted Japanese girl wearing nothing but silk stockings and a ribbon in her hair kind of irked him. One day he’s jerking Junsu off in the bathroom while the next he’s drooling over some tits.
Junsu scowled and plopped down dramatically into his place next to Changmin and Yoochun. Yunho had gone to the mini-mart downstairs to get something so they were waiting on him.
“She’s got a nice S curve, but she’s not that cute,” Jaejoong said, pointing at a different girl as they flipped the pages.
Yoochun’s eyes roamed the new page. “Are there anymore pictures of that cute girl?” He flipped ahead a few pages in search of the big breasted girl that Junsu had come to hate. Jaejoong fought to win back control of the page flipping and yanked the magazine away from Yoochun.
“Can I see now?” Changmin snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. “I haven’t seen much of it yet.”
“Well, scooch over here then,” Jaejoong said and Changmin jumped across the circle, knocking Yoochun back against Junsu. “This one needs some serious lessons on how to apply makeup. I mean, who puts lipstick on like that? She looks like a whore,” Jaejoong said as Changmin cuddled up at his side, finally happy to be looking at the magazine.
“She kinda is a…um…don’t call her a whore, that’s mean. Say she’s a sexually independent individual who chooses to pose nude,” Changmin said and Jaejoong snorted and laughed.
Yoochun suddenly turned to Junsu and gave him a sly and evil grin. Junsu looked away. Damn him for being…well, damn him for being him. Junsu didn’t know what to think anymore. His mind was a total mess.
“You’ve been quiet today,” Yoochun whispered under Changmin and Jaejoong’s ridiculous debate on whether or not girls should wear heels while posing nude or just go barefoot.
Junsu felt his face warm. “So have you,” he replied, still looking at everything in the room except for Yoochun’s face.
A hand reached over and tilted his chin back, forcing him to look at his friend. “If it’s because you lost-“
“It’s not because I lost,” Junsu said quickly, irritated that Yoochun was being gentle. They were guys, damn it! There was no gentleness allowed. He really wanted to slug Yoochun just to affirm his masculinity, but then he’d be marring that perfect face and that wouldn’t do at all.
“If it’s because of why you lost…” Yoochun licked his lips in a most suggestive and unnerving manner.
Junsu leaned away, his face flaming with heat and embarrassment. He glanced over and confirmed that Jaejoong and Changmin were still totally engrossed in the magazine then turned his attention back to Yoochun with the meanest glare he could muster. “Did you tell them?”
Yoochun acted hurt. “Of course not Su, why would I?” His whispering voice was growing louder so Junsu shushed him.
“Just…it’s a secret and I’ll strangle you if you tell,” Junsu hissed, knocking Yoochun’s hand away from his chin.
“What’s a secret?” Jaejoong asked, both him and Changmin now eyeing the pair.
“Uh, nothing important,” Junsu said, cursing himself for making such a big deal out of it. It wasn’t a big deal. Guys did those things to experiment, it didn’t mean anything. He’d heard that stuff like that happened during his early training years so he should just shrug it off and move on.
“Junsu likes chubby girls with big butts,” Yoochun said. “Oops, sorry Su, didn’t mean to spill your secret.”
Junsu closed his eyes and counted to ten. Calm down, don’t hit him. Don’t strangle him. Just act normal. Think of something to say, quick. “Not chubby, you big blabbermouth, just girls with some curves and things to hold on to,” he said, even though he didn’t have any preference on whether a girl was stick thin or packing a healthy S shape.
“Hold on to?” Changmin looked at the ceiling, trying to understand. “Why would you want to hold onto her?”
“Do you know what sex is?” Junsu didn’t have the patience to explain it so instead, he gave an exasperated sigh and waved at Jaejoong to answer his question.
“I think what Junsu is trying to say is that when you have sex, or even just cuddle and kiss, you touch the other person, so he prefers girls who have more, um, surface space so he can cuddle with them better. Right?” Jaejoong tried to explain.
“No, what I mean is that when you are doing it, you can hold onto their tits or ass better if they have more padding,” Junsu said, really irritated now because he was imagining Yoochun with a big breasted, sexually independent whore wearing nothing but heels and crappy lipstick.
Everyone stared at him, stunned by his angry outburst. Yoochun patted Junsu’s knee in support, but he ruined the mood by speaking. “Yeah but, you haven’t had sex, so how would you know?”
And then Jaejoong, Changmin and Yoochun burst out laughing.
That was it! Junsu stood up, ready to let them all have it when Yunho walked through their front door with a small plastic bag. “What’s going on?” Yunho asked as he kicked off his shoes and straightened them neatly next to Jaejoong’s shoes.
“Junsu is talking about sex,” Jaejoong said between dry heaves. He was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes and Changmin wrapped up around his waist, laughing with equal vigor and amusement.
“Since when do you know about sex?” Yunho asked with a gentle smile, eagerly sitting down with the bag and pushing Changmin back to his own spot with a firm shove.
“Just because I haven’t had sex doesn’t mean I don’t understand the mechanics of it,” Junsu said hotly.
Changmin was finding his seat on the other side of Jaejoong again, trying to come down from his laughing high while Yoochun was pulling Junsu’s arms, making his sit down and laughing like it was a joke, but Junsu didn’t think it was very funny.
“So you’ve seen porn,” Jaejoong stated, making a guess as to why Junsu had knowledge about sex.
Junsu hung his head and groaned. “Yes, I’ve seen porn. No, I haven’t had sex. And NO I DON’T LIKE CHUBBY GIRLS ANY BETTER THAN ANY OTHER GIRLS. I JUST LIKE GIRLS!”
The atmosphere of the room plummeted and Junsu thought for sure he’d broken up their group’s camaraderie in one fatal swoop of idiocy.
Yoochun was definitely getting to him. Oh god. Why was a guy getting under his skin and making him act like a lunatic?
Yunho’s mouth gaped open. “I must have missed something while I was gone,” he said.
“No, no. You just missed us picking on Junsu. We love you Su, no worries,” Jaejoong said with a soft smile.
Changmin nodded in agreement. “Yeah, sorry for bugging you with my stupid questions,” he said, smiling too.
“Wait…aren’t you guys mad at me?” Junsu asked in that little voice that made him feel weak and insecure. He hadn’t felt that way around these guys yet and it scared him to think that his confidence was slipping.
Yoochun reached an arm around the back of Junsu’s shoulders. “We’re just teasing you. Sorry if we took it too far.”
Junsu mumbled to himself then met the eyes of his four band mates. “Sorry for yelling,” he said.
“It’s okay, I’m sure we’ll all yell a lot as we get to know each other better,” Yunho said and everything became okay. They were all okay.
“Now, what’s in the bag?” Changmin asked, reaching for the white plastic bag. “Oooh, food!”
“Wait!” Yunho snatched the bag back. “I was thinking…”
“Yunho thinking is never good,” Jaejoong murmured, promptly receiving a swat to his thigh from the leader.
“Like I said, I was thinking and we should each come up with a game and a punishment and write them down on different pieces of paper. That way, we can select a game, play the game and then after the game is over, the loser has to select a punishment,” Yunho said, beaming about his suggestion.
“So…no one knows what the punishment will be until they lose?” Yoochun asked as they were all in need of clarification.
“Yep, pretty much. Of course, you’ll know what punishment you threw into the mix, but you won’t know what everyone else wrote until it’s drawn,” Yunho said, dumping the contents of the bag into the center of the circle-which Junsu noticed had grown smaller over the last few nights as they sat closer and closer together.
“I like it,” Jaejoong said, already in deep thought for a game and a punishment. “But we need some ground rules.”
“Right. Nothing outside the group or this apartment for punishment,” Changmin said, reiterating their previously set rule. As soon as he was done talking his nimble fingers were swiping bags of candy from the center of the circle. Yunho smacked the back of his hand to make him stop.
“Except that you dumb asses made me go buy a magazine today outside of the apartment,” Junsu pointed out, feeling a little better now that they were back to preparing for tonight’s game.
Yunho frowned. “Oh. I forgot. That’s my fault Junsu, sorry about that.” He seemed genuinely guilty, so Junsu forgave him.
“But it’s not really a porn magazine,” Yoochun said. “You got a nudie mag.”
Junsu felt his ire return. “What’s the difference? I got an adult magazine.”
“In a porn magazine, people are doing it. This is just full of naked girls posing,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong and Yunho shared a look. “And that’s a problem…why?” Yunho asked.
“It’s not a problem, it just isn’t the right magazine,” Yoochun said, his cheeks blushing as he started nervously shifting around. “Forget it, it’s fine.”
But Junsu had been teased enough and he wanted someone else to get teased for once so he said what they were all probably thinking anyway. “So naked girls aren’t enough for you? You need to see naked guys too?”
Changmin bit his lower lip while Jaejoong covered his mouth in awe. “Su! That was a good one,” Jaejoong said while Yunho and Changmin applauded. It was rare for him to get a good jab in at Yoochun without receiving a worse jab back, but Yoochun was speechless and red.
They thought Junsu was just teasing, but deep down he wanted Yoochun to feel the same embarrassment that he’d felt in the bathroom last night. Well, it wasn’t really embarrassing if the other guys didn’t know about it, was it? But then again, Yoochun knew which meant Junsu would live in constant fear that one day the words would just come out of his mouth like it was no big deal-like jacking off your friend in the bathroom was an appropriate conversation starter.
Changmin started handing out slips of paper and pens. “Let’s start working on our ideas,” he said and Junsu nodded dumbly.
But he couldn’t come up with anything. All he could think about was how Yoochun had touched him and how amazing and wonderful it had felt. Oh god, he really wanted Yoochun to touch him again.
Junsu’s head started to spin. First he got off by hearing Minnie come, excited by his erratic breathing and hitched pants. He’d thought he was going to Hell for enjoying the sound of Min’s release, but this was way more Hell-worthy! Agh. Junsu reminded himself that he wasn’t going to Hell, that he was just young and hormonal and it was all perfectly, 100%, A-OK fine that he was turned on by anything related to sex. He was a healthy guy and healthy guys got turned on.
A touch to his thigh startled him back to reality. “Are we even now?” Yoochun whispered, his tongue licking at the crease between his lips as the others scribbled away in Korean on their pieces of paper.
Their eyes met and Junsu swallowed hard. “Not by a long shot,” he whispered back. “I plan on paying you back tenfold.”
Yoochun’s eyes glowed bright, radiant with anticipation and confidence. “I certainly hope so.”
Junsu’s heart stopped. For some reason, he didn’t think Yoochun was talking about them picking on each other anymore.
(on to Chapter 5, Part 2)