Move In Boyfriend 9/13
Title: Move In Boyfriend 9/13
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, Changmin/Junsu (and combinations of those four), Past!Yoochun/Yunho
Disclaimer: Santa didn't bring them to me for Christmas. I found a note instead: "Shame on you." ... I'm not sure for what, but I think it might have been because of that dream I had where Yoochun was my slave.
Summary: When a sinfully delicious man moves into Yoochun's apartment building, Yoochun's comfort zone is rattled. Can he handle it? Can he handle letting himself go when all he wants to do is cling to the past?
Warnings: VERY VERY IMPORTANT!!! This fic is extremely graphic. This fic will contain restraints, toys, blindfolds, minor torture, water sports and plenty of cursing, moaning, and penetration. It's pretty kinky.
THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO poppy_sky
Poster by ta_tow
“He needs black leather couches,” Jae said.
“Black leather?” Junsu screeched. “No way. He needs something more inviting than that. Black leather is not Yoochun’s style. He needs big, comfy squishy ones that his friends won’t feel weird sitting in and putting their feet up.”
“Junsu’s right,” Yoochun said.
“Yes, but not bright red ones.”
“True.”
“Come on, you love red. It’s your favorite color.”
Yoochun nodded. “I know. That’s why I’m getting red linens for my bedroom.”
“I still think you should go with a darker wood in the bedroom, Chunnie,” Jae said.
“What is with you and darkness?” Junsu asked. “You want black couches, dark furniture, navy blue bedspreads. It’s like you’re the prince of Satan.”
“No,” Yoochun said. “Just a demon.”
Junsu laughed.
Changmin stepped up behind Junsu and ran his finger up the pierced edge of his ear. Junsu’s eyes shut and he shivered. Tugging at one piercing near the top, he said, “Are you done yet? Minho says it’s your turn to wash dishes.”
Junsu sighed. “I know, I know. I’m coming.”
“No, you’re not, unless Yoochun has his hand where it shouldn’t be.”
Yoochun lifted his hands above the table. “Not me.”
Jae did the same. “Me either.”
“So am I paying you to stroke it off now?” Changmin asked.
“Well, I was on the clock yesterday in the freezer.”
“What happened yesterday in the freezer?” Yoochun demanded.
“Changmin decided-ow! Ow, fucker, let me go!”
Changmin latched onto the piercing he had been playing with and pulled, making Junsu stand to lessen the pressure. “Go clean up,” he said, releasing him.
Junsu rubbed his ear. “That hurt.”
“I’ll kiss it better later.” Changmin took Junsu’s vacated seat as he pouted and walked away.
Yoochun laughed. “So what happened in the freezer?”
Changmin shrugged. “He was bending over. I couldn’t help it.”
They laughed.
“Chunnie, babe, I have to go,” Jae said. “I have a bartending shift at seven.”
“Okay,” Yoochun said.
Jae pressed a kiss to his cheek and then rose.
“Call me later.”
“I will.”
Yoochun watched Jae leave the café, and then sighed.
Changmin was smirking at him. “I thought you weren’t going to be in a relationship with him.”
Yoochun cringed. “I know, I know. We’re not, but … fuck, Changmin, you know what I did with my afternoon? I made out with him. For almost two hours. Nothing else, just laying on the floor kissing, and it was nice. It was fantastic and it could have turned into something else, but neither of us wanted it to. I just … I don’t want to fall in love with him, but how the fuck do I stop this without cutting the friendship completely off?”
Changmin shook his head. “What happened to your self control?”
“Jae destroyed it with a couple of restraints and a vibrator.”
Changmin laughed.
“Can I ask you a question as an overprotective friend?”
“No. You’re going to ask me if I love Junsu.”
“Maybe.”
It was Changmin’s turn to sigh. “I don’t know. I feel like I can say the words, but I don’t know what ‘I love you’ really means.”
Yoochun smiled. “I understand. I thought I knew what it meant.”
“I think you know what it means more than you think you do.”
Yoochun stared and then said, “Wait. What?”
“You loved Yunho. I know you did. He may not have loved you, but you loved him. That’s why it hurts so badly. You can’t have that kind of pain without a comparable level of happiness.”
Yoochun sighed. “Yeah, but I wasn’t happy with Yunho. I was just with him for so long that not being with him was unthinkable. And now that I’m not with him, it’s hard.”
“You haven’t been with him for six months.”
“True, but my heart and mind still were.”
“Moving is the best thing you’ve done for yourself.”
“I know.”
“I have to get back to work. Are you going to hang out for awhile?”
“Yeah.”
Changmin stood up and left him alone at the table. He flipped through web pages, looking for furniture to order, thinking about the lay of his apartment. He wanted the big couches, but red? Any color would look good, but then he had to remember that he had to decorate around it. But the space was big enough. He went back to the tab of leather couches and ordered a love seat and a chair. He could always go neutral and then just add colorful accessories, but that wasn’t like him. He needed bold.
He needed to drag Junsu to a furniture shop.
Someone sat across from him.
He looked up.
His eyes narrowed. “Get the fuck out,” he said and looked back at his computer.
“Yoochun, please,” Yunho said. “I’ve been here for two nights looking for you.”
“Ooh, I feel so special. Get the fuck out.”
“Yoochun-”
“No.” Yoochun said, a bit loudly as it immediately grabbed the attention of most of the café. “I do not want to talk to you.”
“Yoochun,” Changmin suddenly said at his elbow. “Maybe you and your friend would like to discuss this in private.”
“There’s nothing to discuss,” Yoochun said.
Yunho smirked. “Wow. Look at you trying to be domineering.”
“Fuck you. I don’t want to talk to you or see you or think about you anymore.”
“You think about me?”
Yoochun scowled.
“And I know you’re lying. That Jaejoong guy isn’t your boyfriend. I heard one of the other employees talk about how you just met him and he’s a fucking stripper.”
“So? What’s it to you?”
“Just shows that you still want me.”
“How is that?”
“Gentlemen,” Changmin said, voice rising above theirs. “My office. Now.”
Yoochun stood up and headed across the café. They both followed him. As soon as the office door closed behind Yunho, Yoochun folded his arms and leaned against the desk. Yunho stayed by the door.
He smiled. “I can’t believe you said you have a boyfriend. What? To make me jealous? To make yourself feel like you were needed?”
“So what if I lied? It’s not like you’ve never lied to me before.”
Yunho dropped his eyes and for a moment. The anguish looked real and then he sighed. It was a tactic, one that Yoochun finally recognized. “I’m really sorry, Yoochun. Please.” He looked up, eyes all doe-y and innocent. “Please. I never really did know a good thing when I had it. I miss you.”
Yoochun looked at him in disbelief for another moment and then shook his head. “Says the soon-to-be married man. Yoohwan showed me the announcement.”
“They’re forcing me.”
“Oh, so that makes it all better then. Marry her and fuck me? Is that how it goes?”
“I love you, Chunnie.”
Yoochun stared at him.
Why don’t you ever say I love you first?
A smile. I always mean to, but you beat me to it.
A return smiled. One day you’ll win.
One day.
“Chunnie?”
Yoochun jerked away from the memories of being curled up on the couch or sharing a kiss in the shower. “Don’t call me that. And you love me now? Great timing. You’re getting married in two days.”
“I won’t. I’ll call it off.”
“No, you won’t. Your father will cut you off if you do.”
“So? You have enough money.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Oh, so now you want me for my money?”
“Please, Yoochun. I just want to be with you one more time.”
“This has gone from a declaration of wanting me back, to wanting to be with me forever, to now just fucking me? Fuck you, Yunho.”
“Then why did you come to this office with me?” he asked, and took a few steps closer. “We could have talked outside.”
Yoochun had no answer for that.
“Come on.” Yunho stood in front of him, and then leaned down, hands on the desk, next to Yoochun’s hips. “Let me take you home and fuck you one more time, Chunnie.”
“No thanks.”
“Why? You’re letting some stranger do it. But you know me. You know I can make you feel good.”
“You know shit about what makes me feel good, Yunho.”
“And this stripper does.”
“More than you do. He actually went so far as to ask me what I wanted. And, strange as it may sound to you, he wanted to suck my dick.”
Yunho smirked. The tip of his tongue licked his lips. “So you had a moment of lust, and that’s enough to latch on to someone. You’re easier than I thought.”
“And you’re more fucked up than I thought. Move.”
“No. I like being close to you again.”
Yoochun breath sped up because it was nice to be so close to Yunho again. There was protection there and security and familiarity that he craved. But there was also anger. A lot of anger.
“Move.”
“Closer?” Yunho pressed his body against Yoochun’s.
Yoochun hissed as he was forced into the desk.
“You know you want it.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut, and Yunho must have taken that as an invitation. His lips pressed against Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun took in quick angry breaths. He was so tired of being manipulated and controlled by this man. When Yunho slid a thigh between his legs, Yoochun growled and shoved him hard. Yunho barely moved, but it was enough to get him off Yoochun’s body.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Yoochun inhaled and his eyes shut as the world spun a bit. God, he hated that sentence. Hated it so much. Yunho always said it. After coming home late, coming home drunk, coming home smelling like someone else’s perfume or aftershave, after yelling at Yoochun for not cooking him dinner, after refusing to let him go out, and then going out himself, leaving Yoochun alone. Always alone.
He felt Yunho’s lips coming closer.
“I hate you,” Yoochun whispered, and then their lips pressed together.
“I’ve always hated you,” Yunho replied.
A sob escaped from Yoochun’s throat.
Yunho chuckled and kept kissing him, trying to push past Yoochun lips.
“No,” Yoochun said. He bit Yunho’s lower lip hard enough to break skin.
Yunho broke away with a cry. He licked the sore spot, glared at Yoochun and growled. His hands tightened around Yoochun’s body.
“Get the fuck off me,” Yoochun said, but he cursed himself when his voice wavered.
“You so want it. And you want it hard and fast and painful.”
Yoochun let out a single laugh and then smirked. “If you could give me that, then we could talk, but you have no idea what painful means.”
Yoochun took Yunho’s moment of confusion to push him off, and then he rolled over the desk and put it between them.
“Junsu!” Yoochun yelled.
And almost instantly the door opened.
“What’s up, bro?” Junsu asked in English.
It made Yoochun smile.
Changmin appeared behind Junsu. “Are you two done talking?”
“No,” Yunho said.
“Yes,” Yoochun replied. “I never want to see you again. Ever. Get married, have a miserable life. I don’t give a fuck about you anymore.”
Yunho smirked. “You’re a horrible liar, Yoochun. You still love me.”
Yoochun crossed his arms and for once, didn’t let the hurt show on his face. “Leave. Now.”
“See you later, baby. Gentlemen.” Yunho gave them a short bow and then left the office.
Yoochun’s eyes shut and he slid down the wall. The first tear didn’t fall until Junsu’s arms wrapped around him.
“Ah, honey, tell me what happened?”
With gasping breaths, Yoochun somehow managed to go through their chat.
“And god, Jusnu, it felt so good to have him next to me. So fucking good. I just wanted to hold him and apologize and kiss him.”
Junsu kissed his head. “I know, but you didn’t and you stood up to him and told him to fuck off. That’s a good step in truly getting over him. You’ve made a lot of great decisions this week.”
“And some stupid ones.”
Junsu laughed. “Well, yeah. I mean, it’s you.”
Yoochun pinched his side and Junsu pulled away, laughing more. He took Yoochun’s hands and helped him stand. He kissed Yoochun’s cheek.
“Changmin is going to be really, really nice and let me leave and go out to dinner with you.”
“What?” Changmin said from the door.
Junsu turned a sharp glare at him and Changmin scowled and then said, “Fine. Yoochun, tell me you’re going to work tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I’ll be here, but I’m not opening.”
“Good. Get the fuck out, both of you, and Junsu, I know he needs comfort and all that, but don’t you dare do anything with him.”
Junsu let go of Yoochun and moved to Changmin. “Come on, Minnie. Trust me, okay?” He kissed Changmin’s frown. “Please. I promised, didn’t I?”
He nodded.
“And if you don’t trust me, trust Yoochun. He’s my greatest friend and he would never ever ,ever let me fuck this up with you.
“Damn straight,” Yoochun said.
Changmin grinned. “I know, I know. I just … keep thinking about you two and …”
“And Yoochun is too much of a bottom to satisfy me,” Junsu said, voice deep, “and he can’t hold me up against a wall like you do, and god, your cock just fills me up and his always leaves me wanting more.”
“Hey, fuck you,” Yoochun said.
Changmin chuckled, and then frowned. “So all you like about me is the sex?”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Crazy bastard. No. Your snark, your ambition, your motivation, your control, your purpose. I love it all, Min. I love you.”
Both Changmin and Yoochun inhaled.
Changmin gathered Junsu close, arms around his waist. Junsu’s arms went around his neck. Yoochun saw Changmin’s lips move, but knew he hadn’t said anything aloud.
“Just say it, Min,” Yoochun said
And Changmin jerked away. “W-what?”
Yoochun walked around them. “Just say it. I’ll be out front, working. Junsu, come and get me when you’re ready to go.”
Junsu didn’t reappear for another half hour.
Yoochun looked up from a latte he was making and shook his head with a smile. “If that’s not a ‘I just got fucked by my boss in his office’ smile, I don’t know what is.”
Junsu laughed. “Come on. Let’s go to dinner. I’m suddenly starving.”
They walked down the street to a little ramen shop and flirted shamelessly with the young waitresses until the cook yelled at them from the kitchen. They left the shop with all three waitresses’ numbers and walked, holding hands, down the street.
“Let’s go get a drink or something,” Junsu said.
“Don’t you have to run home to Changmin?” Yoochun teased.
“No. I left him quite satisfied in his office. He should be okay for the rest of the night.”
“Where do you want to go?”
Junsu shrugged. “Don’t care. Drinking, dancing.”
“No dancing.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t keep my hands off you when you’re dancing.”
“Too true.” His face lit up. “Hey, didn’t you say that Jae was a bartender? Let’s go bother him.”
“I don’t know where he bartends. Hang on.” Yoochun dug his cell phone out of his pocket and sent Jae a text.
= Junsu and I are bored. Where do you work? =
+ kkk, the Underground +
= you work at a straight bar??? =
+ remember day 1? I said it was more like I didn’t care. Girls do it for me too. +
Yoochun frowned at his phone and then sighed.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
Junsu snatched the phone from his hand and read their conversation. He scoffed. “That bothers you.”
Knowing he couldn’t lie to his best friend, Yoochun didn’t say anything and snatched his phone back. He flagged down a cab. He sent Jae a text saying they were on their way.
Junsu was smart and kept his mouth shut during the ride, but there was this annoying smirk on his face that Yoochun wanted to smack off.
The Underground was crowded. Girls and guys drinking and dancing. Loud poppy music. They made their way to the bar.
“God, his hair is gorgeous that color,” Junsu shouted in his ear.
Yoochun nodded.
Jae’s hair was tangled in a mass of stylish sections. Yoochun couldn’t describe it. The lights glittered on his earrings. He wore a bright blue shirt and tight, tight blue jeans.
“What the hell?” Junsu asked. “Did he paint those pants on his body?”
Yoochun didn’t reply or smile. He was leaning on the bar, smiling widely at a girl who was leaning on her elbow making eyes at him. Yoochun felt himself clench and forced his hands to relax from their fists.
“He’s not yours,” Junsu crooned.
“I know,” Yoochun bit out.
But then Jae looked up and saw them and his smile widened even further. He said something to the girl and immediately came up to them.
“Hey!” He bent over the bar and kissed Yoochun’s cheek. “What’s up?”
Yoochun fought a blush, but Junsu giggled.
“We were bored,” Junsu said.
“You want a drink?”
“Yes,” Junsu said immediately.
When Yoochun opened his mouth to protest, Junsu said, “Just one won’t kill me, Chunnie. Leave me alone. Give me something fruity to counteract all the straightness around here.”
Jae laughed. “What do you want, Chunnie?” he asked and then licked his lips.
Yoochun smiled. “A Screaming Orgasm. Sex on the Beach. A Blow Job. You know, the usual.”
Jae eyes filled with lust and then he kissed Yoochun again, a peck on the lips and said, “I know just what you need.”
“You always do.”
Jae turned away and Yoochun was sure he used his model walk to show off his ass.
Junsu giggled next to him. “Man, you are sooooo in love.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“He’ll break your heart, Chunnie.”
“Yeah. I know.”
They were quiet. Yoochun watched as Jae mixed their drinks. Another bartender came up to him and they talked a bit. Jae turned and looked at him and smiled and then turned back, more talking, and Yoochun had a huge urge to know what Jae was saying about him.
“Stop worrying,” Junsu said. “He really likes you.”
Yoochun sighed.
Jae brought over their drinks, another big smile on his face. “Here you are, Su-ah. A Salty Balls.”
Junsu burst out laughing.
Yoochun chuckled and shook his head. “That’s one of his favorite drinks.”
“Really?”
Junsu was still giggling and trying to take a sip.
“Yeah, he likes to ask bar tenders if he can taste their salty balls.”
Jae smiled. “Well, for you. I was thinking you needed a Screaming Orgasm, but you’re not that type. So here you go. A Kinky Orgasm.”
Junsu almost spit out his drink.
Yoochun took the drink. “Thanks. I haven’t had one of these for days.”
“You’re overdue.” Jaejoong winked at him. “Give me fifteen minutes and I can take a break.”
“Okay.”
Jae kissed his cheek one more time and then went to the other side of the bar to take orders.
“Let’s go dance, Chunnie,” Junsu said as soon as Yoochun took the last swallow of his drink.
“Straight club, remember.”
“Yeah, I know. So let’s go dance with sexy girls.”
Yoochun shook his head, but followed his best friend out to the dance floor. Almost immediately they had girls rubbing up on them and giving them sexy looks. Junsu was an incredible dancer. Yoochun was okay, he knew the moves, but he never could relax enough to really get into it. Junsu always told him that he was a better dancer drunk than sober.
They had only been dancing for a few minutes when hands slinked around Yoochun’s waist and lips pressed against his neck.
“Follow me,” Jae said in his ear.
Yoochun looked for Junsu, met his eyes and indicated that he was following Jae. Junsu nodded. Jae took Yoochun’s hand and led him through the crowd to a door in the back. There was a small kitchen and shelves and shelves of alcohol. A few of the other employees smirked as they walked by. And then Jae opened another door and Yoochun exited the building to a back alley.
“Did you enjoy your Kinky Orgasm?”
“Of course. Junsu wants to know if your pants are painted on.”
Jaejoong smiled. He ran hands down his hips and sides and then turned around and rubbed his ass. “They are pretty tight.”
“You’re a tease.”
“So are you.”
“You’re also really bad at hiding your emotions,” Jae said. “Tell me what’s wrong?”
Yoochun sighed. “Kiss me first.”
Jae snaked his arms around Yoochun’s waist and pulled him close. Their lips met in a chaste kiss that made Yoochun shiver. His hands found their way into Jae’s burgundy hair.
“If you keep kissing me like this, I’m going to start thinking we’re together, and you’ve already told me once today that you can’t do that, so you really need to stop sending me mixed signals.”
“I know.”
Their lips melted together again.
“I had a chat with Yunho today.”
Jae froze and pulled away. “When?”
“At the café.”
“And?”
Yoochun broke away from his arms and started pacing. “And what? He’s an asshole. When his little ploys to take him back didn’t work, he dropped the act and tried to force himself on me. I bit his lip when he kissed me and he made some crack about giving me the pain I needed and I laughed at him, because he has no idea.”
Yoochun went back to Jae. “Damn it, Jae. I want this so much, but ..”
“I meant it, earlier. I haven’t had sex with anyone, Chunnie, and I never, ever go more than a day without it. As Demon or Angel, I can always find someone to go home with. But everyone I saw, everyone that offered, wasn’t the one I wanted. I know that now, you’re okay with the jobs, but later, what happens later? Junsu let slip once that you’re a jealous, over protective bastard sometimes.”
“Come over tonight,” Yoochun said quickly. “I have no food or furniture, but I’d really like it if you would.”
“Mixed signal, YooYum.”
“Come over so I can give you more mixed signals.”
Jae smiled and shook his head. “You’re not the only one in this mess, you know. I haven’t met someone like you in such a long time.”
“Someone like me?”
“Someone I can be myself around. I don’t have to wear the Angel mask or the Demon persona. I like you.” Jae hugged him tightly. “You’re my YooYum.”
Yoochun took a deep breath of Jae’s hair. “I like you, too, but I’m terrified of being so close to someone else again.”
“There’s always risk involved,” Jae said. “Always risk when your emotions are going crazy. I’ve been hurt, too, so I know about the fear. But I’m willing to risk it. Are you?”
Yoochun couldn’t answer. Because he wasn’t sure. No, he couldn’t go through pain like this again, but Jae was right. There was always risk when love was on the line.
Yoochun kissed him. He returned the soft, touch of a tongue as the kiss deepened. Jae was shaking. Yoochun pulled away and then smiled. “If you’re willing to risk it, then come over.”
Jae grinned. “Okay.”
They kissed until one of the other bar tenders poked his head out the door and told Jae that having sex in an alley was a good way to get diseases.
“We’re screwed then,” Jae said with a laugh.
“Here.” Yoochun dug his hand into Jae’s pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He entered his security code and then handed it back.
“I don’t get off until two, but I’ll be there,” Jae said and kissed him one more time.
Part 10: SUNLIGHT
Part 8: MOVE
Part 7: INSECURE
Part 6: FRIENDS
Part 5: NAKED
Part 4: LUST
Part 3: TASTE
Part 2: CONTROL
Part 1: EXOTIC
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, Changmin/Junsu (and combinations of those four), Past!Yoochun/Yunho
Disclaimer: Santa didn't bring them to me for Christmas. I found a note instead: "Shame on you." ... I'm not sure for what, but I think it might have been because of that dream I had where Yoochun was my slave.
Summary: When a sinfully delicious man moves into Yoochun's apartment building, Yoochun's comfort zone is rattled. Can he handle it? Can he handle letting himself go when all he wants to do is cling to the past?
Warnings: VERY VERY IMPORTANT!!! This fic is extremely graphic. This fic will contain restraints, toys, blindfolds, minor torture, water sports and plenty of cursing, moaning, and penetration. It's pretty kinky.
THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO poppy_sky
Poster by ta_tow
“He needs black leather couches,” Jae said.
“Black leather?” Junsu screeched. “No way. He needs something more inviting than that. Black leather is not Yoochun’s style. He needs big, comfy squishy ones that his friends won’t feel weird sitting in and putting their feet up.”
“Junsu’s right,” Yoochun said.
“Yes, but not bright red ones.”
“True.”
“Come on, you love red. It’s your favorite color.”
Yoochun nodded. “I know. That’s why I’m getting red linens for my bedroom.”
“I still think you should go with a darker wood in the bedroom, Chunnie,” Jae said.
“What is with you and darkness?” Junsu asked. “You want black couches, dark furniture, navy blue bedspreads. It’s like you’re the prince of Satan.”
“No,” Yoochun said. “Just a demon.”
Junsu laughed.
Changmin stepped up behind Junsu and ran his finger up the pierced edge of his ear. Junsu’s eyes shut and he shivered. Tugging at one piercing near the top, he said, “Are you done yet? Minho says it’s your turn to wash dishes.”
Junsu sighed. “I know, I know. I’m coming.”
“No, you’re not, unless Yoochun has his hand where it shouldn’t be.”
Yoochun lifted his hands above the table. “Not me.”
Jae did the same. “Me either.”
“So am I paying you to stroke it off now?” Changmin asked.
“Well, I was on the clock yesterday in the freezer.”
“What happened yesterday in the freezer?” Yoochun demanded.
“Changmin decided-ow! Ow, fucker, let me go!”
Changmin latched onto the piercing he had been playing with and pulled, making Junsu stand to lessen the pressure. “Go clean up,” he said, releasing him.
Junsu rubbed his ear. “That hurt.”
“I’ll kiss it better later.” Changmin took Junsu’s vacated seat as he pouted and walked away.
Yoochun laughed. “So what happened in the freezer?”
Changmin shrugged. “He was bending over. I couldn’t help it.”
They laughed.
“Chunnie, babe, I have to go,” Jae said. “I have a bartending shift at seven.”
“Okay,” Yoochun said.
Jae pressed a kiss to his cheek and then rose.
“Call me later.”
“I will.”
Yoochun watched Jae leave the café, and then sighed.
Changmin was smirking at him. “I thought you weren’t going to be in a relationship with him.”
Yoochun cringed. “I know, I know. We’re not, but … fuck, Changmin, you know what I did with my afternoon? I made out with him. For almost two hours. Nothing else, just laying on the floor kissing, and it was nice. It was fantastic and it could have turned into something else, but neither of us wanted it to. I just … I don’t want to fall in love with him, but how the fuck do I stop this without cutting the friendship completely off?”
Changmin shook his head. “What happened to your self control?”
“Jae destroyed it with a couple of restraints and a vibrator.”
Changmin laughed.
“Can I ask you a question as an overprotective friend?”
“No. You’re going to ask me if I love Junsu.”
“Maybe.”
It was Changmin’s turn to sigh. “I don’t know. I feel like I can say the words, but I don’t know what ‘I love you’ really means.”
Yoochun smiled. “I understand. I thought I knew what it meant.”
“I think you know what it means more than you think you do.”
Yoochun stared and then said, “Wait. What?”
“You loved Yunho. I know you did. He may not have loved you, but you loved him. That’s why it hurts so badly. You can’t have that kind of pain without a comparable level of happiness.”
Yoochun sighed. “Yeah, but I wasn’t happy with Yunho. I was just with him for so long that not being with him was unthinkable. And now that I’m not with him, it’s hard.”
“You haven’t been with him for six months.”
“True, but my heart and mind still were.”
“Moving is the best thing you’ve done for yourself.”
“I know.”
“I have to get back to work. Are you going to hang out for awhile?”
“Yeah.”
Changmin stood up and left him alone at the table. He flipped through web pages, looking for furniture to order, thinking about the lay of his apartment. He wanted the big couches, but red? Any color would look good, but then he had to remember that he had to decorate around it. But the space was big enough. He went back to the tab of leather couches and ordered a love seat and a chair. He could always go neutral and then just add colorful accessories, but that wasn’t like him. He needed bold.
He needed to drag Junsu to a furniture shop.
Someone sat across from him.
He looked up.
His eyes narrowed. “Get the fuck out,” he said and looked back at his computer.
“Yoochun, please,” Yunho said. “I’ve been here for two nights looking for you.”
“Ooh, I feel so special. Get the fuck out.”
“Yoochun-”
“No.” Yoochun said, a bit loudly as it immediately grabbed the attention of most of the café. “I do not want to talk to you.”
“Yoochun,” Changmin suddenly said at his elbow. “Maybe you and your friend would like to discuss this in private.”
“There’s nothing to discuss,” Yoochun said.
Yunho smirked. “Wow. Look at you trying to be domineering.”
“Fuck you. I don’t want to talk to you or see you or think about you anymore.”
“You think about me?”
Yoochun scowled.
“And I know you’re lying. That Jaejoong guy isn’t your boyfriend. I heard one of the other employees talk about how you just met him and he’s a fucking stripper.”
“So? What’s it to you?”
“Just shows that you still want me.”
“How is that?”
“Gentlemen,” Changmin said, voice rising above theirs. “My office. Now.”
Yoochun stood up and headed across the café. They both followed him. As soon as the office door closed behind Yunho, Yoochun folded his arms and leaned against the desk. Yunho stayed by the door.
He smiled. “I can’t believe you said you have a boyfriend. What? To make me jealous? To make yourself feel like you were needed?”
“So what if I lied? It’s not like you’ve never lied to me before.”
Yunho dropped his eyes and for a moment. The anguish looked real and then he sighed. It was a tactic, one that Yoochun finally recognized. “I’m really sorry, Yoochun. Please.” He looked up, eyes all doe-y and innocent. “Please. I never really did know a good thing when I had it. I miss you.”
Yoochun looked at him in disbelief for another moment and then shook his head. “Says the soon-to-be married man. Yoohwan showed me the announcement.”
“They’re forcing me.”
“Oh, so that makes it all better then. Marry her and fuck me? Is that how it goes?”
“I love you, Chunnie.”
Yoochun stared at him.
Why don’t you ever say I love you first?
A smile. I always mean to, but you beat me to it.
A return smiled. One day you’ll win.
One day.
“Chunnie?”
Yoochun jerked away from the memories of being curled up on the couch or sharing a kiss in the shower. “Don’t call me that. And you love me now? Great timing. You’re getting married in two days.”
“I won’t. I’ll call it off.”
“No, you won’t. Your father will cut you off if you do.”
“So? You have enough money.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Oh, so now you want me for my money?”
“Please, Yoochun. I just want to be with you one more time.”
“This has gone from a declaration of wanting me back, to wanting to be with me forever, to now just fucking me? Fuck you, Yunho.”
“Then why did you come to this office with me?” he asked, and took a few steps closer. “We could have talked outside.”
Yoochun had no answer for that.
“Come on.” Yunho stood in front of him, and then leaned down, hands on the desk, next to Yoochun’s hips. “Let me take you home and fuck you one more time, Chunnie.”
“No thanks.”
“Why? You’re letting some stranger do it. But you know me. You know I can make you feel good.”
“You know shit about what makes me feel good, Yunho.”
“And this stripper does.”
“More than you do. He actually went so far as to ask me what I wanted. And, strange as it may sound to you, he wanted to suck my dick.”
Yunho smirked. The tip of his tongue licked his lips. “So you had a moment of lust, and that’s enough to latch on to someone. You’re easier than I thought.”
“And you’re more fucked up than I thought. Move.”
“No. I like being close to you again.”
Yoochun breath sped up because it was nice to be so close to Yunho again. There was protection there and security and familiarity that he craved. But there was also anger. A lot of anger.
“Move.”
“Closer?” Yunho pressed his body against Yoochun’s.
Yoochun hissed as he was forced into the desk.
“You know you want it.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut, and Yunho must have taken that as an invitation. His lips pressed against Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun took in quick angry breaths. He was so tired of being manipulated and controlled by this man. When Yunho slid a thigh between his legs, Yoochun growled and shoved him hard. Yunho barely moved, but it was enough to get him off Yoochun’s body.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Yoochun inhaled and his eyes shut as the world spun a bit. God, he hated that sentence. Hated it so much. Yunho always said it. After coming home late, coming home drunk, coming home smelling like someone else’s perfume or aftershave, after yelling at Yoochun for not cooking him dinner, after refusing to let him go out, and then going out himself, leaving Yoochun alone. Always alone.
He felt Yunho’s lips coming closer.
“I hate you,” Yoochun whispered, and then their lips pressed together.
“I’ve always hated you,” Yunho replied.
A sob escaped from Yoochun’s throat.
Yunho chuckled and kept kissing him, trying to push past Yoochun lips.
“No,” Yoochun said. He bit Yunho’s lower lip hard enough to break skin.
Yunho broke away with a cry. He licked the sore spot, glared at Yoochun and growled. His hands tightened around Yoochun’s body.
“Get the fuck off me,” Yoochun said, but he cursed himself when his voice wavered.
“You so want it. And you want it hard and fast and painful.”
Yoochun let out a single laugh and then smirked. “If you could give me that, then we could talk, but you have no idea what painful means.”
Yoochun took Yunho’s moment of confusion to push him off, and then he rolled over the desk and put it between them.
“Junsu!” Yoochun yelled.
And almost instantly the door opened.
“What’s up, bro?” Junsu asked in English.
It made Yoochun smile.
Changmin appeared behind Junsu. “Are you two done talking?”
“No,” Yunho said.
“Yes,” Yoochun replied. “I never want to see you again. Ever. Get married, have a miserable life. I don’t give a fuck about you anymore.”
Yunho smirked. “You’re a horrible liar, Yoochun. You still love me.”
Yoochun crossed his arms and for once, didn’t let the hurt show on his face. “Leave. Now.”
“See you later, baby. Gentlemen.” Yunho gave them a short bow and then left the office.
Yoochun’s eyes shut and he slid down the wall. The first tear didn’t fall until Junsu’s arms wrapped around him.
“Ah, honey, tell me what happened?”
With gasping breaths, Yoochun somehow managed to go through their chat.
“And god, Jusnu, it felt so good to have him next to me. So fucking good. I just wanted to hold him and apologize and kiss him.”
Junsu kissed his head. “I know, but you didn’t and you stood up to him and told him to fuck off. That’s a good step in truly getting over him. You’ve made a lot of great decisions this week.”
“And some stupid ones.”
Junsu laughed. “Well, yeah. I mean, it’s you.”
Yoochun pinched his side and Junsu pulled away, laughing more. He took Yoochun’s hands and helped him stand. He kissed Yoochun’s cheek.
“Changmin is going to be really, really nice and let me leave and go out to dinner with you.”
“What?” Changmin said from the door.
Junsu turned a sharp glare at him and Changmin scowled and then said, “Fine. Yoochun, tell me you’re going to work tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I’ll be here, but I’m not opening.”
“Good. Get the fuck out, both of you, and Junsu, I know he needs comfort and all that, but don’t you dare do anything with him.”
Junsu let go of Yoochun and moved to Changmin. “Come on, Minnie. Trust me, okay?” He kissed Changmin’s frown. “Please. I promised, didn’t I?”
He nodded.
“And if you don’t trust me, trust Yoochun. He’s my greatest friend and he would never ever ,ever let me fuck this up with you.
“Damn straight,” Yoochun said.
Changmin grinned. “I know, I know. I just … keep thinking about you two and …”
“And Yoochun is too much of a bottom to satisfy me,” Junsu said, voice deep, “and he can’t hold me up against a wall like you do, and god, your cock just fills me up and his always leaves me wanting more.”
“Hey, fuck you,” Yoochun said.
Changmin chuckled, and then frowned. “So all you like about me is the sex?”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Crazy bastard. No. Your snark, your ambition, your motivation, your control, your purpose. I love it all, Min. I love you.”
Both Changmin and Yoochun inhaled.
Changmin gathered Junsu close, arms around his waist. Junsu’s arms went around his neck. Yoochun saw Changmin’s lips move, but knew he hadn’t said anything aloud.
“Just say it, Min,” Yoochun said
And Changmin jerked away. “W-what?”
Yoochun walked around them. “Just say it. I’ll be out front, working. Junsu, come and get me when you’re ready to go.”
Junsu didn’t reappear for another half hour.
Yoochun looked up from a latte he was making and shook his head with a smile. “If that’s not a ‘I just got fucked by my boss in his office’ smile, I don’t know what is.”
Junsu laughed. “Come on. Let’s go to dinner. I’m suddenly starving.”
They walked down the street to a little ramen shop and flirted shamelessly with the young waitresses until the cook yelled at them from the kitchen. They left the shop with all three waitresses’ numbers and walked, holding hands, down the street.
“Let’s go get a drink or something,” Junsu said.
“Don’t you have to run home to Changmin?” Yoochun teased.
“No. I left him quite satisfied in his office. He should be okay for the rest of the night.”
“Where do you want to go?”
Junsu shrugged. “Don’t care. Drinking, dancing.”
“No dancing.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t keep my hands off you when you’re dancing.”
“Too true.” His face lit up. “Hey, didn’t you say that Jae was a bartender? Let’s go bother him.”
“I don’t know where he bartends. Hang on.” Yoochun dug his cell phone out of his pocket and sent Jae a text.
= Junsu and I are bored. Where do you work? =
+ kkk, the Underground +
= you work at a straight bar??? =
+ remember day 1? I said it was more like I didn’t care. Girls do it for me too. +
Yoochun frowned at his phone and then sighed.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
Junsu snatched the phone from his hand and read their conversation. He scoffed. “That bothers you.”
Knowing he couldn’t lie to his best friend, Yoochun didn’t say anything and snatched his phone back. He flagged down a cab. He sent Jae a text saying they were on their way.
Junsu was smart and kept his mouth shut during the ride, but there was this annoying smirk on his face that Yoochun wanted to smack off.
The Underground was crowded. Girls and guys drinking and dancing. Loud poppy music. They made their way to the bar.
“God, his hair is gorgeous that color,” Junsu shouted in his ear.
Yoochun nodded.
Jae’s hair was tangled in a mass of stylish sections. Yoochun couldn’t describe it. The lights glittered on his earrings. He wore a bright blue shirt and tight, tight blue jeans.
“What the hell?” Junsu asked. “Did he paint those pants on his body?”
Yoochun didn’t reply or smile. He was leaning on the bar, smiling widely at a girl who was leaning on her elbow making eyes at him. Yoochun felt himself clench and forced his hands to relax from their fists.
“He’s not yours,” Junsu crooned.
“I know,” Yoochun bit out.
But then Jae looked up and saw them and his smile widened even further. He said something to the girl and immediately came up to them.
“Hey!” He bent over the bar and kissed Yoochun’s cheek. “What’s up?”
Yoochun fought a blush, but Junsu giggled.
“We were bored,” Junsu said.
“You want a drink?”
“Yes,” Junsu said immediately.
When Yoochun opened his mouth to protest, Junsu said, “Just one won’t kill me, Chunnie. Leave me alone. Give me something fruity to counteract all the straightness around here.”
Jae laughed. “What do you want, Chunnie?” he asked and then licked his lips.
Yoochun smiled. “A Screaming Orgasm. Sex on the Beach. A Blow Job. You know, the usual.”
Jae eyes filled with lust and then he kissed Yoochun again, a peck on the lips and said, “I know just what you need.”
“You always do.”
Jae turned away and Yoochun was sure he used his model walk to show off his ass.
Junsu giggled next to him. “Man, you are sooooo in love.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“He’ll break your heart, Chunnie.”
“Yeah. I know.”
They were quiet. Yoochun watched as Jae mixed their drinks. Another bartender came up to him and they talked a bit. Jae turned and looked at him and smiled and then turned back, more talking, and Yoochun had a huge urge to know what Jae was saying about him.
“Stop worrying,” Junsu said. “He really likes you.”
Yoochun sighed.
Jae brought over their drinks, another big smile on his face. “Here you are, Su-ah. A Salty Balls.”
Junsu burst out laughing.
Yoochun chuckled and shook his head. “That’s one of his favorite drinks.”
“Really?”
Junsu was still giggling and trying to take a sip.
“Yeah, he likes to ask bar tenders if he can taste their salty balls.”
Jae smiled. “Well, for you. I was thinking you needed a Screaming Orgasm, but you’re not that type. So here you go. A Kinky Orgasm.”
Junsu almost spit out his drink.
Yoochun took the drink. “Thanks. I haven’t had one of these for days.”
“You’re overdue.” Jaejoong winked at him. “Give me fifteen minutes and I can take a break.”
“Okay.”
Jae kissed his cheek one more time and then went to the other side of the bar to take orders.
“Let’s go dance, Chunnie,” Junsu said as soon as Yoochun took the last swallow of his drink.
“Straight club, remember.”
“Yeah, I know. So let’s go dance with sexy girls.”
Yoochun shook his head, but followed his best friend out to the dance floor. Almost immediately they had girls rubbing up on them and giving them sexy looks. Junsu was an incredible dancer. Yoochun was okay, he knew the moves, but he never could relax enough to really get into it. Junsu always told him that he was a better dancer drunk than sober.
They had only been dancing for a few minutes when hands slinked around Yoochun’s waist and lips pressed against his neck.
“Follow me,” Jae said in his ear.
Yoochun looked for Junsu, met his eyes and indicated that he was following Jae. Junsu nodded. Jae took Yoochun’s hand and led him through the crowd to a door in the back. There was a small kitchen and shelves and shelves of alcohol. A few of the other employees smirked as they walked by. And then Jae opened another door and Yoochun exited the building to a back alley.
“Did you enjoy your Kinky Orgasm?”
“Of course. Junsu wants to know if your pants are painted on.”
Jaejoong smiled. He ran hands down his hips and sides and then turned around and rubbed his ass. “They are pretty tight.”
“You’re a tease.”
“So are you.”
“You’re also really bad at hiding your emotions,” Jae said. “Tell me what’s wrong?”
Yoochun sighed. “Kiss me first.”
Jae snaked his arms around Yoochun’s waist and pulled him close. Their lips met in a chaste kiss that made Yoochun shiver. His hands found their way into Jae’s burgundy hair.
“If you keep kissing me like this, I’m going to start thinking we’re together, and you’ve already told me once today that you can’t do that, so you really need to stop sending me mixed signals.”
“I know.”
Their lips melted together again.
“I had a chat with Yunho today.”
Jae froze and pulled away. “When?”
“At the café.”
“And?”
Yoochun broke away from his arms and started pacing. “And what? He’s an asshole. When his little ploys to take him back didn’t work, he dropped the act and tried to force himself on me. I bit his lip when he kissed me and he made some crack about giving me the pain I needed and I laughed at him, because he has no idea.”
Yoochun went back to Jae. “Damn it, Jae. I want this so much, but ..”
“I meant it, earlier. I haven’t had sex with anyone, Chunnie, and I never, ever go more than a day without it. As Demon or Angel, I can always find someone to go home with. But everyone I saw, everyone that offered, wasn’t the one I wanted. I know that now, you’re okay with the jobs, but later, what happens later? Junsu let slip once that you’re a jealous, over protective bastard sometimes.”
“Come over tonight,” Yoochun said quickly. “I have no food or furniture, but I’d really like it if you would.”
“Mixed signal, YooYum.”
“Come over so I can give you more mixed signals.”
Jae smiled and shook his head. “You’re not the only one in this mess, you know. I haven’t met someone like you in such a long time.”
“Someone like me?”
“Someone I can be myself around. I don’t have to wear the Angel mask or the Demon persona. I like you.” Jae hugged him tightly. “You’re my YooYum.”
Yoochun took a deep breath of Jae’s hair. “I like you, too, but I’m terrified of being so close to someone else again.”
“There’s always risk involved,” Jae said. “Always risk when your emotions are going crazy. I’ve been hurt, too, so I know about the fear. But I’m willing to risk it. Are you?”
Yoochun couldn’t answer. Because he wasn’t sure. No, he couldn’t go through pain like this again, but Jae was right. There was always risk when love was on the line.
Yoochun kissed him. He returned the soft, touch of a tongue as the kiss deepened. Jae was shaking. Yoochun pulled away and then smiled. “If you’re willing to risk it, then come over.”
Jae grinned. “Okay.”
They kissed until one of the other bar tenders poked his head out the door and told Jae that having sex in an alley was a good way to get diseases.
“We’re screwed then,” Jae said with a laugh.
“Here.” Yoochun dug his hand into Jae’s pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He entered his security code and then handed it back.
“I don’t get off until two, but I’ll be there,” Jae said and kissed him one more time.
Part 10: SUNLIGHT
Part 8: MOVE
Part 7: INSECURE
Part 6: FRIENDS
Part 5: NAKED
Part 4: LUST
Part 3: TASTE
Part 2: CONTROL
Part 1: EXOTIC
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