Fashion Disaster Epilogue
Title: Fashion Disaster Epilogue
Pairing: Yoochun/Yunho, (with a side of Changmin/Jaejoong)
Rating: R (for now)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, none of them would wear clothes no matter how hot they look in them.
Summary: At a routine fashion show, Yoochun sees something he wants. But Yunho has his doubts.
A/N: This fic is for dokssuri who sent me the gif that inspired it.
Part Epilogue:
Yunho wakes to sun streaming on his face. He moans and curls toward the other side of the bed. The other empty side of the bed. He frowns as he grabs Yoochun’s overly and incredibly soft pillow. He wants to fall back to sleep, but it’s too bright and it’s obviously late in the morning. And he has to pee. And eat.
And find out where his lover went.
Slowly he moves to the edge of the king-sized bed and sits up. His body doesn’t ache too much even after the marathon of late night, early morning sex.
As Yoochun said more than six months ago, sex with him was a wonderful experience.
He goes to the bathroom first to pee and brush the lube/come/alcohol taste from his mouth. He can hear someone in the penthouse, but as he learned after his first night at Yoochun’s, it was probably a maid. Someone that did NOT need to see him naked.
Yunho slips on his jeans and his t-shirt. He leaves his jacket on the floor where Yoochun threw it after yanking it over his head. Yoochun said the night before the jacket was “the worst piece of cloth he had ever seen.” Yoochun always seemed to know when Yunho wore something that Jaejoong hadn’t made or picked out for him. Yunho thought it looked good when he bought it. But Jaejoong called it a fashion disaster and tried to confiscate it to turn it into something else. Even Changmin said it looked like 1970s curtains.
Yoochun said it looked better on the floor. Yunho agreed.
Then again, Yoochun did have two fingers up his ass and was teasing him with licks and sucks on the head of his cock and refusing to fuck him until Yunho agreed that he’d never wear it again.
His boyfriend can be very persuasive.
Still a bit sore, Yunho staggers down the hall toward the sounds in the kitchen. It isn’t a maid, but his boyfriend, in nothing more than a pair of loose-fitting gray shorts barely clinging to decency on his hipbones. He stands in front of the stove, flipping over French toast.
There is fruit on the table, and a carafe of coffee.
“What is this?” Yunho says and moves behind him. He slips his hands around Yoochun’s waist, resisting the urge to push the shorts to the floor.
Yoochun shivers before saying, “Fancy, rich people call it brunch.”
“Ah, law students call it breakfast.”
Yoochun chuckles. “Go sit down before you make me want to slip these shorts off and give you something else to swallow.”
“I just had that exact thought.”
“Hm,” Yoochun hums and turns his head for a kiss. “My sexy boyfriend is smart, too. Lucky me. Now go sit.”
Yunho decides not to pout to get what he wants, because he is really hungry and everything smells really good. He goes to the table and sits down. He pours himself a cup of coffee and adds a little creamer to it.
Brunch is ready just a few minutes later, minutes that Yunho spends watching his lover and not believing his luck that Yoochun turned out to be a pretty decent person despite him being rich.
Yoochun sets the plate of French toast down before straddling Yunho’s lap. Yunho wraps his hands around Yoochun’s waist.
“What are you thinking about?” Yoochun asks.
“You,” Yunho says.
“That is a great thing.”
“It is. I love you.”
Yoochun was leaning in for a kiss, but he jerks back and stares at Yunho with wide eyes. “Huh?”
Yunho laughs. “I love you.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“Fuck,” Yoochun mutters. “I love you, too”. He leans forward. Their lips meet in a barely-restrained desperate kiss. It’s short. Just enough to wind Yunho up. Yoochun can do that with only a couple of seconds. “Love you.”
“I love you. And your mouth,” Yunho whispers and goes for another kiss. “Love your mouth.” He slides his hands into the back of shorts. “And these shorts. Love these shorts.”
Yoochun laughs. “I love this too-tight t-shirt.”
“You can’t tell me it looks better on the floor.”
“No, but it will look better sopping wet and clinging to your chest.” Yoochun trails his fingers up to Yunho’s very visible nipples straining against the soft cotton of the shirt.
“Does that mean you want me to wear it when we go take a shower?”
“Such a good idea, my smart boyfriend. Let’s hurry up and eat breakfast.”
“I thought you said it was brunch, and why?”
“Because I have a feeling we are not going to be leaving this apartment today and I want to get started on the stay-in-and-play activities that you are so very good at.”
Yunho smiles. “We have a dinner date with MinJae.”
“I’m sure they would rather fuck, too. Now, shut up and open your mouth for brunch.” Yoochun holds up a strawberry.
Yunho smiles and accepts the bite of fruit and sucks on Yoochun’s fingertips, pretty sure that they will not be making it back to the bedroom any time soon.
Part 2: Dessert
Part 1: Lunch
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Pairing: Yoochun/Yunho, (with a side of Changmin/Jaejoong)
Rating: R (for now)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, none of them would wear clothes no matter how hot they look in them.
Summary: At a routine fashion show, Yoochun sees something he wants. But Yunho has his doubts.
A/N: This fic is for dokssuri who sent me the gif that inspired it.
Part Epilogue:
Yunho wakes to sun streaming on his face. He moans and curls toward the other side of the bed. The other empty side of the bed. He frowns as he grabs Yoochun’s overly and incredibly soft pillow. He wants to fall back to sleep, but it’s too bright and it’s obviously late in the morning. And he has to pee. And eat.
And find out where his lover went.
Slowly he moves to the edge of the king-sized bed and sits up. His body doesn’t ache too much even after the marathon of late night, early morning sex.
As Yoochun said more than six months ago, sex with him was a wonderful experience.
He goes to the bathroom first to pee and brush the lube/come/alcohol taste from his mouth. He can hear someone in the penthouse, but as he learned after his first night at Yoochun’s, it was probably a maid. Someone that did NOT need to see him naked.
Yunho slips on his jeans and his t-shirt. He leaves his jacket on the floor where Yoochun threw it after yanking it over his head. Yoochun said the night before the jacket was “the worst piece of cloth he had ever seen.” Yoochun always seemed to know when Yunho wore something that Jaejoong hadn’t made or picked out for him. Yunho thought it looked good when he bought it. But Jaejoong called it a fashion disaster and tried to confiscate it to turn it into something else. Even Changmin said it looked like 1970s curtains.
Yoochun said it looked better on the floor. Yunho agreed.
Then again, Yoochun did have two fingers up his ass and was teasing him with licks and sucks on the head of his cock and refusing to fuck him until Yunho agreed that he’d never wear it again.
His boyfriend can be very persuasive.
Still a bit sore, Yunho staggers down the hall toward the sounds in the kitchen. It isn’t a maid, but his boyfriend, in nothing more than a pair of loose-fitting gray shorts barely clinging to decency on his hipbones. He stands in front of the stove, flipping over French toast.
There is fruit on the table, and a carafe of coffee.
“What is this?” Yunho says and moves behind him. He slips his hands around Yoochun’s waist, resisting the urge to push the shorts to the floor.
Yoochun shivers before saying, “Fancy, rich people call it brunch.”
“Ah, law students call it breakfast.”
Yoochun chuckles. “Go sit down before you make me want to slip these shorts off and give you something else to swallow.”
“I just had that exact thought.”
“Hm,” Yoochun hums and turns his head for a kiss. “My sexy boyfriend is smart, too. Lucky me. Now go sit.”
Yunho decides not to pout to get what he wants, because he is really hungry and everything smells really good. He goes to the table and sits down. He pours himself a cup of coffee and adds a little creamer to it.
Brunch is ready just a few minutes later, minutes that Yunho spends watching his lover and not believing his luck that Yoochun turned out to be a pretty decent person despite him being rich.
Yoochun sets the plate of French toast down before straddling Yunho’s lap. Yunho wraps his hands around Yoochun’s waist.
“What are you thinking about?” Yoochun asks.
“You,” Yunho says.
“That is a great thing.”
“It is. I love you.”
Yoochun was leaning in for a kiss, but he jerks back and stares at Yunho with wide eyes. “Huh?”
Yunho laughs. “I love you.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“Fuck,” Yoochun mutters. “I love you, too”. He leans forward. Their lips meet in a barely-restrained desperate kiss. It’s short. Just enough to wind Yunho up. Yoochun can do that with only a couple of seconds. “Love you.”
“I love you. And your mouth,” Yunho whispers and goes for another kiss. “Love your mouth.” He slides his hands into the back of shorts. “And these shorts. Love these shorts.”
Yoochun laughs. “I love this too-tight t-shirt.”
“You can’t tell me it looks better on the floor.”
“No, but it will look better sopping wet and clinging to your chest.” Yoochun trails his fingers up to Yunho’s very visible nipples straining against the soft cotton of the shirt.
“Does that mean you want me to wear it when we go take a shower?”
“Such a good idea, my smart boyfriend. Let’s hurry up and eat breakfast.”
“I thought you said it was brunch, and why?”
“Because I have a feeling we are not going to be leaving this apartment today and I want to get started on the stay-in-and-play activities that you are so very good at.”
Yunho smiles. “We have a dinner date with MinJae.”
“I’m sure they would rather fuck, too. Now, shut up and open your mouth for brunch.” Yoochun holds up a strawberry.
Yunho smiles and accepts the bite of fruit and sucks on Yoochun’s fingertips, pretty sure that they will not be making it back to the bedroom any time soon.
Part 2: Dessert
Part 1: Lunch
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