Vacation: Yoochun
Title: Vacation: Yoochun
Pairing: implied Jaejoong/Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: R ... ish
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would be on vacation with them.
Summary: Yoochun takes it. Jaejoong cries. Junsu holds them together.
This fic is from Yoochun's POV and it's very very short. I will probably do one from Jaejoong's POV too.
This fic was inspired by this picture, tweeted by Yoochun: http://yfrog.com/fkz4q0j
poster credit goes to moni_moni_chan! Thank you! It's perfect and I love it! ♥
"Hyung," I whisper.
Jaejoong smiles against my lips. "What, Chunnie?"
"Skin, skin, skin."
Jaejoong chuckles and lifts my t-shirt over my head.
"God, we haven't even unpacked yet," Junsu says with a laugh, and then more warmth settles behind me. "And it's two in the afternoon."
"Best time," I gasp.
"At least get on the bed."
Jaejoong walks the three of us backwards toward the single bed. One bed. We always get a single room. It makes a few eyebrows rise from proprietors of hotels, but if they know what's good for them, they'll keep their mouths shut.
Jaejoong scoots back on the bed, using the time away from my body to pull his shirt off. I crawl over him, straddle his waist. He lifts his head to kiss me. Junsu's hands tug on my sweats and they're easily pulled off as I shift my legs. I have a sudden need to have them both inside me again.
"Want you both," I moan into Jaejoong's lips.
"How?" Jaejoong asks.
"Just like this, but sexier."
"You mean greasier, you slut," Junsu says and smacks my ass.
Jae and I laugh and then kiss again. Junsu moves away from me. He digs through bags, and then the whisper sound of cloth pooling on the floor meets my ears.
"You have too many clothes on," I say to Jaejoong.
He smiles and in next to no time, the three of us are naked. This is my favorite thing, and the other two laugh because they call me a slut, but when we're like this, together, we forget the other, we forget who we are. We are one with three hearts. We are one with three passions. It's like when we sing, and our voices harmonize, and the melodies fall from our lips without trying. It's what we strive for on stage, it's what we strive for in bed.
They stretch me open, fill me up. Jaejoong kisses away the tears from too much pressure around my heart, too much love in my body. Junsu slides his hands over my back, into my sweaty hair. Lips are on my shoulders, breath on my skin. Harsher as our orgasms stagger, peak and fade. Every moment is better, every time is more secure.
"I love you," I whisper into a body.
"I love vacation," Junsu whispers, and we chuckle.
We shower, pull on minimal amounts of clothing and by six, Jaejoong and I are tipsy and leaning on each other and giggling while Junsu sips on a single bottle of soju. He's going to have to put us to bed tonight.
"Should we go write drunken music?" I ask Jaejoong. I put my finger on his nose and his eyes cross trying to look at it.
"Drunken music. Your sex voice is sexy. Let's go make drunken music in bed," Jae says and licks his lips.
"Not from my ass," I say quickly. I'm still sore from earlier. We both turn greasy leers to Junsu.
He smiles and shakes his head. "You two need to sleep. Seriously. We're on vacation."
"Tire us out," Jaejoong says. He stands up, unsteady and uses the table to move over to Junsu. Junsu laughs as Jaejoong drops into his lap, nuzzling at his neck, arms around his bare shoulders.
"You two are hopeless," Junsu says and lets Jaejoong kiss him.
I watch them for a moment, pouting, and then decide that Junsu's lap is big enough for both of us, but it isn't and we topple to the floor in a drunken pile, laughing and kissing.
And then Jaejoong is crying. He's like this sometimes, because our piles always feel empty without our missing members. Junsu holds him, and it isn't long before a tear drops down his cheek. He misses Changmin the most. We shouldn't fall apart like this, but even after more than a year, it's still impossible to fill the space where our leader and our youngest go. We no longer try to compensate for them, and we let their memories overtake us.
I snuggle closer to the two of them, adding my tears to theirs.
Vacation: Junsu
Vacation: Jaejoong
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Pairing: implied Jaejoong/Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: R ... ish
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would be on vacation with them.
Summary: Yoochun takes it. Jaejoong cries. Junsu holds them together.
This fic is from Yoochun's POV and it's very very short. I will probably do one from Jaejoong's POV too.
This fic was inspired by this picture, tweeted by Yoochun: http://yfrog.com/fkz4q0j
poster credit goes to moni_moni_chan! Thank you! It's perfect and I love it! ♥
"Hyung," I whisper.
Jaejoong smiles against my lips. "What, Chunnie?"
"Skin, skin, skin."
Jaejoong chuckles and lifts my t-shirt over my head.
"God, we haven't even unpacked yet," Junsu says with a laugh, and then more warmth settles behind me. "And it's two in the afternoon."
"Best time," I gasp.
"At least get on the bed."
Jaejoong walks the three of us backwards toward the single bed. One bed. We always get a single room. It makes a few eyebrows rise from proprietors of hotels, but if they know what's good for them, they'll keep their mouths shut.
Jaejoong scoots back on the bed, using the time away from my body to pull his shirt off. I crawl over him, straddle his waist. He lifts his head to kiss me. Junsu's hands tug on my sweats and they're easily pulled off as I shift my legs. I have a sudden need to have them both inside me again.
"Want you both," I moan into Jaejoong's lips.
"How?" Jaejoong asks.
"Just like this, but sexier."
"You mean greasier, you slut," Junsu says and smacks my ass.
Jae and I laugh and then kiss again. Junsu moves away from me. He digs through bags, and then the whisper sound of cloth pooling on the floor meets my ears.
"You have too many clothes on," I say to Jaejoong.
He smiles and in next to no time, the three of us are naked. This is my favorite thing, and the other two laugh because they call me a slut, but when we're like this, together, we forget the other, we forget who we are. We are one with three hearts. We are one with three passions. It's like when we sing, and our voices harmonize, and the melodies fall from our lips without trying. It's what we strive for on stage, it's what we strive for in bed.
They stretch me open, fill me up. Jaejoong kisses away the tears from too much pressure around my heart, too much love in my body. Junsu slides his hands over my back, into my sweaty hair. Lips are on my shoulders, breath on my skin. Harsher as our orgasms stagger, peak and fade. Every moment is better, every time is more secure.
"I love you," I whisper into a body.
"I love vacation," Junsu whispers, and we chuckle.
We shower, pull on minimal amounts of clothing and by six, Jaejoong and I are tipsy and leaning on each other and giggling while Junsu sips on a single bottle of soju. He's going to have to put us to bed tonight.
"Should we go write drunken music?" I ask Jaejoong. I put my finger on his nose and his eyes cross trying to look at it.
"Drunken music. Your sex voice is sexy. Let's go make drunken music in bed," Jae says and licks his lips.
"Not from my ass," I say quickly. I'm still sore from earlier. We both turn greasy leers to Junsu.
He smiles and shakes his head. "You two need to sleep. Seriously. We're on vacation."
"Tire us out," Jaejoong says. He stands up, unsteady and uses the table to move over to Junsu. Junsu laughs as Jaejoong drops into his lap, nuzzling at his neck, arms around his bare shoulders.
"You two are hopeless," Junsu says and lets Jaejoong kiss him.
I watch them for a moment, pouting, and then decide that Junsu's lap is big enough for both of us, but it isn't and we topple to the floor in a drunken pile, laughing and kissing.
And then Jaejoong is crying. He's like this sometimes, because our piles always feel empty without our missing members. Junsu holds him, and it isn't long before a tear drops down his cheek. He misses Changmin the most. We shouldn't fall apart like this, but even after more than a year, it's still impossible to fill the space where our leader and our youngest go. We no longer try to compensate for them, and we let their memories overtake us.
I snuggle closer to the two of them, adding my tears to theirs.
Vacation: Junsu
Vacation: Jaejoong
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