Cowboy Up 1/2
Title: Cowboy Up 1/2
Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun/Changmin
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, only R maybe for this part)
Disclaimer: When I have my own ranch, and I'm rich, I will pay them to work on my farm, and then I will own their sexy bodies, and watch them do yummy things like loading hay and riding each otherhorses.
Summary: Yoochun spends a lot of days doing the same chores on the family farm. A broken down car and a pretty popstar throw Yoochun's day into a different gait.
Part 1:
Yoochun rode slowly over the fields. True, he had to be clear across the ranch, changing water lines on his father’s alfalfa, but when he got on a horse, it was still hard for him to stay focused. Baby moved gracefully, following Yoochun’s commands. He ducked under trees and waded through small streams. The sun rose steadily over the hills, tossing pink and yellow highlights through the young spring leaves on the trees. The air still held a chill in the mornings, but by midday, it would be hot.
To the east, a plume of smoke caught Yoochun’s attention. He turned toward it, climbing a hill to get a better view. Over the crest, the highway came into view, and the sun glinted off blue paint on the car pulled to the side of the road. The hood was up, smoked billowed from the car. The driver paced a few feet away.
“Should we go see if we can help?” Yoochun murmured to Baby. She snorted, and Yoochun smiled. He kicked her in the sides and they galloped down the edge of the hill and through pasture lands. Baby vaulted over fences as she ran. Yoochun’s hat fell off his head, the string catching around his neck. His long hair blew in the wind, and he smiled, laughing as Baby sped up.
The driver caught sight of them just before Yoochun got there, jumping over one more fence. They climbed the steep incline of the road, and when Yoochun saw the driver, his mouth dropped open and he stared. The driver snapped his cell phone shut, body tense.
The man was beautiful, as most pop stars were. His hair was a deep black, new since the last time Yoochun had seen his picture it was red. He wore jeans, a t-shirt, stylish boots. His brown eyes narrowed as Yoochun stared and then finally, Yoochun shook himself and smiled.
“S-sorry,” he said with a laugh. “J-just. Wow. Xiah Junsu. It’s … well.” Yoochun quickly dismounted and moved to the car. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. Smoke and the car died. Do you have a phone?”
“Yeah, but there’s no reception out here.”
The smoke had dissipated enough for Yoochun to look at the engine. It didn’t smell like burning oil or radiator fluid. Yoochun wasn’t about to touch it though. Heat clouded the air around the car.
“Going home, I assume,” Yoochun said. Junsu’s family lived in a town about five hours away. It was a long drive between Seoul and his hometown near Busan.
“Yeah. For a couple days if I can get there.”
“A quick glance and it doesn’t seem like anything major is wrong,” Yoochun said. “I can get my dad out here with a trailer and we’ll haul it to the garage. You probably just blew a head gaskett; it won’t take that long if you want to wait.”
Junsu looked at him carefully, and Yoochun tried his best to appear unthreatening and trusting. “You’re a fan?”
“My whole family is,” Yoochun said with a grin. “My mother sings your songs while she’s cleaning.”
Junsu smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah, it’s only embarrassing when she does the dances, too.”
Junsu burst out laughing and then covered his mouth and apologized.
“Don’t be sorry; it’s hilarious. Have you eaten yet? It’s about time for breakfast.”
Junsu checked his watch and then said, “I really shouldn’t eat yet.”
“Ah, come on. You’re on vacation. You can do whatever you want on vacation.”
Junsu snorted. “Oh, if only that were true. I’m actually supposed to still be in my dorm room right now. You might say I ran away.”
Yoochun smiled widely. “Really?”
“Yeah. I told one manager I was going, but no one else. I’m kind of tired.”
Yoochun nodded. “I’ll bet. Your last album promotions were insane. I remember asking my brother when you ever got a chance to sleep, and he said you sleep on the plane between here, Japan and China.”
Junsu made a face. “If I’m lucky. There are fangirls on the plane too.”
“Well, if you’re tired, you can take a nap while my dad fixes your car. And you can get to a place where there’s reception to call your family.” Yoochun put the hood down. He asked Junsu for something to write on and then left a note on the windshield saying the car would be towed away in a couple hours and please don’t leave a ticket.
“Um, how are we getting to your house? Where is your house?” Junsu asked, voice rising.
Yoochun smiled again. “Ever ride a horse?”
Junsu’s eyebrows went up. “No!”
“It’s fun.” Yoochun clicked his tongue for Baby and the horse stopped grazing where she’d wandered off too. “We both won’t fit on the saddle, but I’ll ride behind you.”
Junsu looked dubious, frowning as Yoochun adjusted the stirrups. Yoochun showed Junsu how to put his foot in the stirrup and haul himself up by grabbing the saddle horn. The horse adjusted and Junsu gripped her mane tightly. Yoochun chuckled. “You’re all right, city boy.”
Yoochun grabbed the saddle horn and lifted himself to sit on Baby’s rump. “Grab the reins,” he said, “and then just tighten your knees.”
Junsu did and then jerked as Baby moved. Yoochun grabbed him around the middle to keep from falling off. Junsu sort of laughed. “Sorry.” Yoochun made sure he was steady and then put his hands on the back of the saddle. He definitely liked the feel of Junsu’s waist in his arms, but oh my god, he had to keep himself from thinking about that.
“It’s so pretty here,” Junsu said a few minutes later.
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah. I like it.”
“So quiet and … calm and like the exact opposite of my life.”
Yoochun laughed. “Not as calm as you think. I actually have chores I should be doing right now, but I ran away this morning, too. I like to get out before the sun is up and watch the sun rise from the fields. Sometimes it’s the only time I have for myself.”
Junsu sighed, body relaxing as they rode. Yoochun spent the next twenty minutes teaching Junsu how to ride, how to lead Baby around and then put her into a trot. But that was a bad idea and he had to grab Junsu around the middle again as the bumping almost tossed him off. Junsu laughed and slowed Baby down.
“Fun?” Yoochun asked.
“Yeah, but I think my thighs are going to hurt. How much further is your house?”
“Just a few minutes. We had to take the long way. When it’s just me, I gallop with her and jump over fences instead of going around.”
“That sounds like fun.”
“We’ll go for a ride later, if you want,” and Yoochun was so glad he was behind Junsu because he blushed when the double meaning of his words filtered into his mind. Oh, god, he’d give anything to ride Junsu.
“Maybe. If I have time.”
Yoochun belatedly realized he still had his arm around Junsu and he hastily moved it. They crested a hill and the Park family ranch came into view. The main house was two stories, with a sloping lawn and a fenced backyard. Beyond that was the garage, and then beyond that the farm equipment garage. There were three barns, and a stable.
Junsu whistled. “Wow. Huge.”
“It’s sufficient. Too big really, but my parents always wanted more children. There’s only two of us though.”
“You said you had a brother? Younger? Older?”
“Younger by four years. We sort of forgot, but we’re the same age. I was born in June.”
“Okay, hyung,” Junsu said and rolled his shoulder back and nudged Yoochun. Yoochun smiled.
Only a few minutes later, they arrived at Yoochun’s house. He slid off the back of Baby and onto the gravel drive. Junsu bit his lower lip and Yoochun smiled and held out his hands. “I won’t let you fall.”
Junsu nodded and, with a firm grip on the saddle horn, swung his other leg over the saddle. Yoochun grabbed his hips as Junsu teetered and planted his feet and Junsu practically fell off the horse. Yoochun held him tightly for a few moments. God, the man smelled good.
“Got to work on that,” Junsu whispered, as he stabilized his feet.
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah. Come on.” He reluctantly let Junsu go. They went up the steps to the front porch and then around to the back. Once inside, Yoochun took his boots off. Junsu followed his example.
“Where have you been?” his mother asked.
Both of his parents were sitting at the table eating breakfast.
“I had to send Yoohwan out to the water,” his father said.
“Sorry. I saw a car on the road having-“
“Xiah!” An unearthly squeal filled the house and Yoochun’s mom tore past him and had Junsu in a hug and kissed his cheeks.
“Mom, Mom!” Yoochun said, trying to pull her away as she yammered on and on about meeting Xiah Junsu.
“Have you eaten? You’re so skinny. You should eat more. Come and eat.” She dragged Junsu to the table, and Junsu looked at Yoochun, pleading for help. His mom covered Junsu’s plate in rice and eggs and kimchi and meat.
Yoochun smiled and then looked at his dad. “Junsu’s car broke down about a two miles down the highway. It looks like a blown gaskett, but I couldn’t really tell.”
“I’ll send Daesung to go pick it up.”
“Thank you,” Junsu said with a bow of his head.
“Anything for you,” his mom crooned and kissed his cheek again.
“Mom,” Yoochun said.
Junsu blushed.
“I told you we were fans,” Yoochun said as he filled a plate full of his own breakfast.
His mom filled the silence, talking to Junsu about her favorite songs and the best concerts, and oh my god, a young man like you should not be single.
“I just wish I had a daughter to introduce you to,” she said with a sigh.
“Mom!”
Junsu choked on his food.
“There’s the Shim girl, though. We should call her over.”
“Mom!”
“Oh, Yoochun, don’t worry. You can marry the Jung girl. Mirae is more suited for Junsu than for you.”
“Mirae is fifteen!”
“And she’ll be eighteen right when Junsu’s career dies down enough for him to marry.”
“Mom. Come on.”
Junsu looked pale.
“Do you want more to eat?”
“Oh, um, no. Thank you. It was delicious.”
“Are you sure? There’s plenty.”
“No, Mom, leave him alone. I told him he could take a nap while we fixed his car.”
“You’re tired? Why didn’t you say so?”
“I’ll show him to a room, Mom.” Yoochun stood up. After Junsu bowed to his parents, thanking them again and again, Yoochun led the way to the main stairs and up to his room. “Feel like sleeping surrounded by yourself?” Yoochun said as he opened a door.
His brother’s room was a Xiah Junsu shrine.
Junsu chuckled. “This your room?”
Yoochun smiled. “No. It’s my younger brother’s. He loves you.”
Yoochun led the way a bit farther and into his own room. There was only one poster of Junsu, a shot from a concert when the white shirt he was wearing plastered to his body with sweat, and the white pants showed off every curve of his body and ass. Every curve. Every bulge. “That’s my favorite picture of you.”
Junsu made a face. “My hair looks like crap.”
It had been orange then.
“Yeah, well, I don’t actually look at your hair or your face in that picture.”
Junsu laughed. “A fan of my assets, huh?”
Yoochun nodded and fought back a blush. “Definitely.”
Junsu moved to Yoochun’s desk and found a marker in the pencil holder. He uncapped it and then Yoochun held his breath as he signed the poster, To Park Yoochun for not being crazy, and being very hospitable and kind. Never deny the world your perfect smile. Saranghey, Xiah Junsu He added a smiley face and a heart.
Yoochun blushed, and tried not to pass out. “Um, there’s a bathroom through that door, if you want to shower or whatever. I really have to get to my chores. If I were you, I would lock the door, or my mom is going to be checking up on you every few minutes.”
“I like your mom. She’s cool.”
“She loves you.”
“I can tell.”
Yoochun looked down at the floor. “Um, … rest well, I guess. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
“Thank you, Yoochun.”
Yoochun left the room, and shut the door. He leaned against it with his head back and eyes shut. Oh, god, Junsu was going to use his shower. And sleep in his bed and … He pushed away before he sported an erection.
Yoochun snuck out the side door; he could hear his mother talking to his dad about Junsu. He admired his dad’s patience. He went outside and finished his normal chores, feeding the animals and cleaning their pens. He checked on Thunder, the mare in foal. She wasn’t due for a couple more weeks, and she whinnied and tried to pin Yoochun to the stall. He laughed and slipped her a sugar cube.
One of the boys from town had gone on a joy ride the week before and broke part of their fence. Yoochun hated mending fences, but the guy had claimed it wasn’t him and no one would take responsibility for it, so that meant Yoochun had to fix it. They were almost done, but still had a few hundred feet left. He started with the wire while he waited for Yoohwan to come and help him.
“Oh my god! Yoochun!” Yoohwan shouted as he ran up to him. “Xiah Junsu is in our house!”
Yoochun smiled at his brother’s enthusiasm. “Yeah. I know.” Yoohwan helped him string the wire as Yoochun told him about seeing his car on the side of the road.
“Oh, god, he’s in your bed? What the … oh my god. Fuck. He can’t see my room. I’d die. I need-“
“Um, too late,” Yoochun said.
“You showed him my room!” Yoohwan shouted and started hitting Yoochun. “You fucker. What the hell! That’s …”
“He liked it, god! Shut up. Stop it.”
“Oh god, Xiah … I think I might die when I meet him.”
“He’s pretty normal. He signed my poster. I’m sure he’ll sign yours.”
The brothers worked through the morning and into the afternoon sun. Both stripped off their shirts as the temperature rose. Slamming the metal supports into the ground took a lot of work.
“God, I need a drink,” Yoochun said.
Almost on cue, a siren sounded from the house, signaling lunch time.
“Is it that late already?” Yoohwan said. They gathered up their tools and headed back to the house. Junsu and his mother were in the kitchen singing.
“Oh god,” Yoohwan said.
The poor boy looked like he was going to faint as he was introduced to his favorite idol. Junsu smiled at him, but his eyes moved past to Yoochun and Yoochun blushed remembering he hadn’t put his shirt back on. He did quickly, and then tried to meet Junsu’s eyes. Junsu licked his lips unconsciously. And then their mother broke into another one of his songs and she, Junsu and Yoohwan sang while they put lunch on the table.
“Did you call your family?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu nodded. “Yeah. I talked to my brother. Your dad said you were right, that it was just a gasket and he should have it replaced this afternoon.”
“Good. Still have time to get home tonight.”
“Yoochun,” his mom said. “Don’t make him feel like he has to leave.”
Yoochun smiled. “I’m sure he doesn’t think I want him to leave, Mom.”
“Of course not. I wouldn’t want to outstay my welcome,” Junsu said.
“I think Mom is two minutes away from adopting you,” Yoohwan added.
“Don’t be silly, boys.”
After lunch, Yoochun did something he never did in the middle of the day. He took a shower. He had to. Any more time around Junsu and he was going to have a permanent hard on. Stroking off to thoughts of Junsu was a normal thing for Yoochun, but now it was different, because just a few hours ago, Junsu was in this shower, and it was so easy for Yoochun to imagine that Junsu had stroked one off too. It didn’t take long for him to come.
A blue towel hung on the rack to dry and Yoochun used it anyway, because Junsu had used that towel, and oh god, indirect skin contact. Yoochun gave himself a forceful shake, wrapped the towel around his waist and went to his bedroom.
Junsu was there and he turned. His smile fell as his eyes dropped down Yoochun’s body. Heat filled Yoochun, his cock twitched and he turned away, to his dresser.
“S-sorry,” Junsu said. “Y-your dad. My bag. Brought. Yeah. Um, sorry.”
Yoochun spared a look and saw a suitcase on his bed. “It’s okay. I’ll grab some … “
“No. I need to … yeah.” Junsu went into the bathroom and Yoochun remembered how to breathe. There were always rumors of Junsu’s sexuality because he didn’t have a girlfriend. And Yoochun loved reading fanfics about Junsu and his backup dancers. Or Junsu and other stars like Taecyeon and Seungri. Was Junsu actually gay?
Yoochun tried not to get his hopes up.
Part 2: Sluttish
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Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun/Changmin
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, only R maybe for this part)
Disclaimer: When I have my own ranch, and I'm rich, I will pay them to work on my farm, and then I will own their sexy bodies, and watch them do yummy things like loading hay and riding each otherhorses.
Summary: Yoochun spends a lot of days doing the same chores on the family farm. A broken down car and a pretty popstar throw Yoochun's day into a different gait.
Part 1:
Yoochun rode slowly over the fields. True, he had to be clear across the ranch, changing water lines on his father’s alfalfa, but when he got on a horse, it was still hard for him to stay focused. Baby moved gracefully, following Yoochun’s commands. He ducked under trees and waded through small streams. The sun rose steadily over the hills, tossing pink and yellow highlights through the young spring leaves on the trees. The air still held a chill in the mornings, but by midday, it would be hot.
To the east, a plume of smoke caught Yoochun’s attention. He turned toward it, climbing a hill to get a better view. Over the crest, the highway came into view, and the sun glinted off blue paint on the car pulled to the side of the road. The hood was up, smoked billowed from the car. The driver paced a few feet away.
“Should we go see if we can help?” Yoochun murmured to Baby. She snorted, and Yoochun smiled. He kicked her in the sides and they galloped down the edge of the hill and through pasture lands. Baby vaulted over fences as she ran. Yoochun’s hat fell off his head, the string catching around his neck. His long hair blew in the wind, and he smiled, laughing as Baby sped up.
The driver caught sight of them just before Yoochun got there, jumping over one more fence. They climbed the steep incline of the road, and when Yoochun saw the driver, his mouth dropped open and he stared. The driver snapped his cell phone shut, body tense.
The man was beautiful, as most pop stars were. His hair was a deep black, new since the last time Yoochun had seen his picture it was red. He wore jeans, a t-shirt, stylish boots. His brown eyes narrowed as Yoochun stared and then finally, Yoochun shook himself and smiled.
“S-sorry,” he said with a laugh. “J-just. Wow. Xiah Junsu. It’s … well.” Yoochun quickly dismounted and moved to the car. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. Smoke and the car died. Do you have a phone?”
“Yeah, but there’s no reception out here.”
The smoke had dissipated enough for Yoochun to look at the engine. It didn’t smell like burning oil or radiator fluid. Yoochun wasn’t about to touch it though. Heat clouded the air around the car.
“Going home, I assume,” Yoochun said. Junsu’s family lived in a town about five hours away. It was a long drive between Seoul and his hometown near Busan.
“Yeah. For a couple days if I can get there.”
“A quick glance and it doesn’t seem like anything major is wrong,” Yoochun said. “I can get my dad out here with a trailer and we’ll haul it to the garage. You probably just blew a head gaskett; it won’t take that long if you want to wait.”
Junsu looked at him carefully, and Yoochun tried his best to appear unthreatening and trusting. “You’re a fan?”
“My whole family is,” Yoochun said with a grin. “My mother sings your songs while she’s cleaning.”
Junsu smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah, it’s only embarrassing when she does the dances, too.”
Junsu burst out laughing and then covered his mouth and apologized.
“Don’t be sorry; it’s hilarious. Have you eaten yet? It’s about time for breakfast.”
Junsu checked his watch and then said, “I really shouldn’t eat yet.”
“Ah, come on. You’re on vacation. You can do whatever you want on vacation.”
Junsu snorted. “Oh, if only that were true. I’m actually supposed to still be in my dorm room right now. You might say I ran away.”
Yoochun smiled widely. “Really?”
“Yeah. I told one manager I was going, but no one else. I’m kind of tired.”
Yoochun nodded. “I’ll bet. Your last album promotions were insane. I remember asking my brother when you ever got a chance to sleep, and he said you sleep on the plane between here, Japan and China.”
Junsu made a face. “If I’m lucky. There are fangirls on the plane too.”
“Well, if you’re tired, you can take a nap while my dad fixes your car. And you can get to a place where there’s reception to call your family.” Yoochun put the hood down. He asked Junsu for something to write on and then left a note on the windshield saying the car would be towed away in a couple hours and please don’t leave a ticket.
“Um, how are we getting to your house? Where is your house?” Junsu asked, voice rising.
Yoochun smiled again. “Ever ride a horse?”
Junsu’s eyebrows went up. “No!”
“It’s fun.” Yoochun clicked his tongue for Baby and the horse stopped grazing where she’d wandered off too. “We both won’t fit on the saddle, but I’ll ride behind you.”
Junsu looked dubious, frowning as Yoochun adjusted the stirrups. Yoochun showed Junsu how to put his foot in the stirrup and haul himself up by grabbing the saddle horn. The horse adjusted and Junsu gripped her mane tightly. Yoochun chuckled. “You’re all right, city boy.”
Yoochun grabbed the saddle horn and lifted himself to sit on Baby’s rump. “Grab the reins,” he said, “and then just tighten your knees.”
Junsu did and then jerked as Baby moved. Yoochun grabbed him around the middle to keep from falling off. Junsu sort of laughed. “Sorry.” Yoochun made sure he was steady and then put his hands on the back of the saddle. He definitely liked the feel of Junsu’s waist in his arms, but oh my god, he had to keep himself from thinking about that.
“It’s so pretty here,” Junsu said a few minutes later.
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah. I like it.”
“So quiet and … calm and like the exact opposite of my life.”
Yoochun laughed. “Not as calm as you think. I actually have chores I should be doing right now, but I ran away this morning, too. I like to get out before the sun is up and watch the sun rise from the fields. Sometimes it’s the only time I have for myself.”
Junsu sighed, body relaxing as they rode. Yoochun spent the next twenty minutes teaching Junsu how to ride, how to lead Baby around and then put her into a trot. But that was a bad idea and he had to grab Junsu around the middle again as the bumping almost tossed him off. Junsu laughed and slowed Baby down.
“Fun?” Yoochun asked.
“Yeah, but I think my thighs are going to hurt. How much further is your house?”
“Just a few minutes. We had to take the long way. When it’s just me, I gallop with her and jump over fences instead of going around.”
“That sounds like fun.”
“We’ll go for a ride later, if you want,” and Yoochun was so glad he was behind Junsu because he blushed when the double meaning of his words filtered into his mind. Oh, god, he’d give anything to ride Junsu.
“Maybe. If I have time.”
Yoochun belatedly realized he still had his arm around Junsu and he hastily moved it. They crested a hill and the Park family ranch came into view. The main house was two stories, with a sloping lawn and a fenced backyard. Beyond that was the garage, and then beyond that the farm equipment garage. There were three barns, and a stable.
Junsu whistled. “Wow. Huge.”
“It’s sufficient. Too big really, but my parents always wanted more children. There’s only two of us though.”
“You said you had a brother? Younger? Older?”
“Younger by four years. We sort of forgot, but we’re the same age. I was born in June.”
“Okay, hyung,” Junsu said and rolled his shoulder back and nudged Yoochun. Yoochun smiled.
Only a few minutes later, they arrived at Yoochun’s house. He slid off the back of Baby and onto the gravel drive. Junsu bit his lower lip and Yoochun smiled and held out his hands. “I won’t let you fall.”
Junsu nodded and, with a firm grip on the saddle horn, swung his other leg over the saddle. Yoochun grabbed his hips as Junsu teetered and planted his feet and Junsu practically fell off the horse. Yoochun held him tightly for a few moments. God, the man smelled good.
“Got to work on that,” Junsu whispered, as he stabilized his feet.
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah. Come on.” He reluctantly let Junsu go. They went up the steps to the front porch and then around to the back. Once inside, Yoochun took his boots off. Junsu followed his example.
“Where have you been?” his mother asked.
Both of his parents were sitting at the table eating breakfast.
“I had to send Yoohwan out to the water,” his father said.
“Sorry. I saw a car on the road having-“
“Xiah!” An unearthly squeal filled the house and Yoochun’s mom tore past him and had Junsu in a hug and kissed his cheeks.
“Mom, Mom!” Yoochun said, trying to pull her away as she yammered on and on about meeting Xiah Junsu.
“Have you eaten? You’re so skinny. You should eat more. Come and eat.” She dragged Junsu to the table, and Junsu looked at Yoochun, pleading for help. His mom covered Junsu’s plate in rice and eggs and kimchi and meat.
Yoochun smiled and then looked at his dad. “Junsu’s car broke down about a two miles down the highway. It looks like a blown gaskett, but I couldn’t really tell.”
“I’ll send Daesung to go pick it up.”
“Thank you,” Junsu said with a bow of his head.
“Anything for you,” his mom crooned and kissed his cheek again.
“Mom,” Yoochun said.
Junsu blushed.
“I told you we were fans,” Yoochun said as he filled a plate full of his own breakfast.
His mom filled the silence, talking to Junsu about her favorite songs and the best concerts, and oh my god, a young man like you should not be single.
“I just wish I had a daughter to introduce you to,” she said with a sigh.
“Mom!”
Junsu choked on his food.
“There’s the Shim girl, though. We should call her over.”
“Mom!”
“Oh, Yoochun, don’t worry. You can marry the Jung girl. Mirae is more suited for Junsu than for you.”
“Mirae is fifteen!”
“And she’ll be eighteen right when Junsu’s career dies down enough for him to marry.”
“Mom. Come on.”
Junsu looked pale.
“Do you want more to eat?”
“Oh, um, no. Thank you. It was delicious.”
“Are you sure? There’s plenty.”
“No, Mom, leave him alone. I told him he could take a nap while we fixed his car.”
“You’re tired? Why didn’t you say so?”
“I’ll show him to a room, Mom.” Yoochun stood up. After Junsu bowed to his parents, thanking them again and again, Yoochun led the way to the main stairs and up to his room. “Feel like sleeping surrounded by yourself?” Yoochun said as he opened a door.
His brother’s room was a Xiah Junsu shrine.
Junsu chuckled. “This your room?”
Yoochun smiled. “No. It’s my younger brother’s. He loves you.”
Yoochun led the way a bit farther and into his own room. There was only one poster of Junsu, a shot from a concert when the white shirt he was wearing plastered to his body with sweat, and the white pants showed off every curve of his body and ass. Every curve. Every bulge. “That’s my favorite picture of you.”
Junsu made a face. “My hair looks like crap.”
It had been orange then.
“Yeah, well, I don’t actually look at your hair or your face in that picture.”
Junsu laughed. “A fan of my assets, huh?”
Yoochun nodded and fought back a blush. “Definitely.”
Junsu moved to Yoochun’s desk and found a marker in the pencil holder. He uncapped it and then Yoochun held his breath as he signed the poster, To Park Yoochun for not being crazy, and being very hospitable and kind. Never deny the world your perfect smile. Saranghey, Xiah Junsu He added a smiley face and a heart.
Yoochun blushed, and tried not to pass out. “Um, there’s a bathroom through that door, if you want to shower or whatever. I really have to get to my chores. If I were you, I would lock the door, or my mom is going to be checking up on you every few minutes.”
“I like your mom. She’s cool.”
“She loves you.”
“I can tell.”
Yoochun looked down at the floor. “Um, … rest well, I guess. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
“Thank you, Yoochun.”
Yoochun left the room, and shut the door. He leaned against it with his head back and eyes shut. Oh, god, Junsu was going to use his shower. And sleep in his bed and … He pushed away before he sported an erection.
Yoochun snuck out the side door; he could hear his mother talking to his dad about Junsu. He admired his dad’s patience. He went outside and finished his normal chores, feeding the animals and cleaning their pens. He checked on Thunder, the mare in foal. She wasn’t due for a couple more weeks, and she whinnied and tried to pin Yoochun to the stall. He laughed and slipped her a sugar cube.
One of the boys from town had gone on a joy ride the week before and broke part of their fence. Yoochun hated mending fences, but the guy had claimed it wasn’t him and no one would take responsibility for it, so that meant Yoochun had to fix it. They were almost done, but still had a few hundred feet left. He started with the wire while he waited for Yoohwan to come and help him.
“Oh my god! Yoochun!” Yoohwan shouted as he ran up to him. “Xiah Junsu is in our house!”
Yoochun smiled at his brother’s enthusiasm. “Yeah. I know.” Yoohwan helped him string the wire as Yoochun told him about seeing his car on the side of the road.
“Oh, god, he’s in your bed? What the … oh my god. Fuck. He can’t see my room. I’d die. I need-“
“Um, too late,” Yoochun said.
“You showed him my room!” Yoohwan shouted and started hitting Yoochun. “You fucker. What the hell! That’s …”
“He liked it, god! Shut up. Stop it.”
“Oh god, Xiah … I think I might die when I meet him.”
“He’s pretty normal. He signed my poster. I’m sure he’ll sign yours.”
The brothers worked through the morning and into the afternoon sun. Both stripped off their shirts as the temperature rose. Slamming the metal supports into the ground took a lot of work.
“God, I need a drink,” Yoochun said.
Almost on cue, a siren sounded from the house, signaling lunch time.
“Is it that late already?” Yoohwan said. They gathered up their tools and headed back to the house. Junsu and his mother were in the kitchen singing.
“Oh god,” Yoohwan said.
The poor boy looked like he was going to faint as he was introduced to his favorite idol. Junsu smiled at him, but his eyes moved past to Yoochun and Yoochun blushed remembering he hadn’t put his shirt back on. He did quickly, and then tried to meet Junsu’s eyes. Junsu licked his lips unconsciously. And then their mother broke into another one of his songs and she, Junsu and Yoohwan sang while they put lunch on the table.
“Did you call your family?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu nodded. “Yeah. I talked to my brother. Your dad said you were right, that it was just a gasket and he should have it replaced this afternoon.”
“Good. Still have time to get home tonight.”
“Yoochun,” his mom said. “Don’t make him feel like he has to leave.”
Yoochun smiled. “I’m sure he doesn’t think I want him to leave, Mom.”
“Of course not. I wouldn’t want to outstay my welcome,” Junsu said.
“I think Mom is two minutes away from adopting you,” Yoohwan added.
“Don’t be silly, boys.”
After lunch, Yoochun did something he never did in the middle of the day. He took a shower. He had to. Any more time around Junsu and he was going to have a permanent hard on. Stroking off to thoughts of Junsu was a normal thing for Yoochun, but now it was different, because just a few hours ago, Junsu was in this shower, and it was so easy for Yoochun to imagine that Junsu had stroked one off too. It didn’t take long for him to come.
A blue towel hung on the rack to dry and Yoochun used it anyway, because Junsu had used that towel, and oh god, indirect skin contact. Yoochun gave himself a forceful shake, wrapped the towel around his waist and went to his bedroom.
Junsu was there and he turned. His smile fell as his eyes dropped down Yoochun’s body. Heat filled Yoochun, his cock twitched and he turned away, to his dresser.
“S-sorry,” Junsu said. “Y-your dad. My bag. Brought. Yeah. Um, sorry.”
Yoochun spared a look and saw a suitcase on his bed. “It’s okay. I’ll grab some … “
“No. I need to … yeah.” Junsu went into the bathroom and Yoochun remembered how to breathe. There were always rumors of Junsu’s sexuality because he didn’t have a girlfriend. And Yoochun loved reading fanfics about Junsu and his backup dancers. Or Junsu and other stars like Taecyeon and Seungri. Was Junsu actually gay?
Yoochun tried not to get his hopes up.
Part 2: Sluttish
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