Love is Measured in Donuts 4/?
Title: Love is Measured in Donuts 4/?
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to seduce with donuts and sweetness.
Summary: Junsu is late for class and meets Yunho who learns his secrets and ends up liking him anyway.
Warning: FLUFFY! AgeGap!Fic, with 29-year-old Junsu and 18-year-old Yunho
Part 4: The Singer: November
Junsu caught sight of Yunho standing on the sidewalk as the black SUV pulled into the parking lot. He wore a long coat and skinny jeans with boots up his calf muscles. Yunho was dancing, as always, though this was a little less controlled and probably more because the wind blew cold. It hadn’t snowed yet, thankfully, but the temperature dropped everyday. He looked up and saw the car and smiled and waved widely.
Junsu smiled to himself. Yunho was adorable. He had a few issues with the age gap, and sometimes he was reminded that he was eleven years older than Yunho. But Yunho had more of his life in control than Junsu did. Yunho knew what he wanted, and even if his parents were a little upset that Yunho did not want to be a lawyer, they were supportive of his dancing.
Yunho waved at the driver and opened the back door. He slid into the seat with a happy hello and smiled widely at Junsu.
“Wow, you look great!” Yunho said and then frowned tugging on his jeans.
Junsu wore slacks, a sweater with blue button down peaking out of the top. He had dressed up a little since this was their first date.
“I should have ...”
Junsu slid his hand up Yunho’s thigh and cut off his frown with a kiss. “You look fantastic.” He moved his hand to Yunho’s waist, kissing him more firmly. His other hand was on his way to Yunho’s hair when Yunho pulled back.
“The driver,” Yunho muttered.
Junsu laughed. “Seunghyung is so used to ignoring what goes on in the back of this SUV.”
Yunho frowned.
“I meant with Junho, not with me.”
“I know, but I ...”
“Fine, fine. I got you something anyway.” Junsu reached to the other side of the seat and picked up the pastry box. He held it out for Yunho. Yunho frowned as he opened it, but immediately smiled and then laughed, seeing the heart-shaped donut inside, complete with pink frosting.
“Thanks, hyung,” Yunho said and picked it up. “Can I eat it now?”
“Sure, we are going to dinner.”
“That’s okay. I’m starving, I’ll still eat dinner, too.”
Yunho took a big bite of the donut, and Junsu tried not to laugh as he tried to eat it but keep his lips clear of raspberry goo from the middle and the pink frosting. As soon as he was done eating, Junsu snuggled right next to Yunho, putting Yunho’s arm around his shoulders.
Yunho laughed, hugging him tightly. “Thank you. That was good. Where are we going to eat?”
“You’ll see.” Junsu relaxed against his body, smiling softly when fingers lifted to his hair.
“You okay, hyung?” Yunho whispered.
Junsu nodded. “Yes, right now.”
“What happened?”
“Just woke up with a cramp in my leg this morning.”
Lips pressed against his forehead, pulling another smile to Junsu’s lips. Yunho was never overprotective of him and he knew just the right amount of reassurance Junsu needed.
Yunho’s leg started bouncing.
Junsu chuckled. “Relax, dongsaeng.”
“Sorry. Nervous.”
“Why?”
“This ... it’s ... first date and ... “
Junsu smiled widely and tilted his head up enough to place a soft kiss along Yunho’s jaw. “No, it’s not. Not in my head.”
“Huh?”
“How many times have you bought me coffee? How many times have I bought you lunch? If it makes you feel less nervous, you can think of all those as dates. God knows, I spent every single moment with you wishing it was a date. I think that counts.”
Yunho bit his lip and then smiled. “Really, hyung?”
“Yes, really,” Junsu said and kissed him lightly, a soft press of his lips over Yunho’s upper lip. “You’re adorable.”
Yunho blushed and kissed Junsu again, just a little firmer. And Junsu got what he wanted, sharing kisses until the SUV stopped at their destination.
Yunho pulled away with another cute blush and got out of the car when the driver opened the back door. Junsu followed him and thanked Seunghyung when he handed him his cane. It was black, painted and decorated with white and blue swirls. His brother had bought it for him last year. Junsu hated it, but used it when he had to.
Yunho frowned at it, but Junsu smiled in reassurance, hooked his elbow with Yunho’s arm and said, “I’m going to use you for now, but Seunghyung needs to go pick up Junho so we’re on our own for the evening.”
Yunho bowed and said thank you to the driver and then they entered the pizza place where Junsu had called and reserved a corner table. He had wanted to take Yunho someplace snazzy and nice for the first date, but it was so very cliche and definitely not Yunho. Junsu decided to save that experience for later.
“My father used to own this place,” Junsu said as the manager saw him and shouted a hello.
“Really?”
“Yeah. He sold it though when I was injured so he could stay home with me for a little longer every day.”
Junsu led the way to their table, happy when the short walk did not irritate his muscle. He expected another cramp before the next morning. Yunho removed his jacket and helped Junsu’s take his off. He sat across from him until Junsu pouted and then Yunho moved and slid into the same booth. Junsu hooked his arms around Yunho’s bicep and leaned his head onto Yunho’s shoulder.
Yunho picked up the menu. “What do you want?”
“You pick.”
“It’s going to be greasy and covered in cheese and unhealthy.”
Junsu laughed. “Okay, nevermind.”
“Everything looks really good.”
“You can build your own, too. That’s what I usually do.”
The hostess appeared and Junsu smiled widely at her from where he still was pressed to Yunho’s side.
“Hi, Junsu.”
“Hi, Yuri. This is Yunho. Yunho, this is Yuri. She’s been working here since my father opened the place.”
Yunho smiled a hello and said, “Oh man, your necklace is awesome.” It was an intricate web of metal with a thick cross at the center.
“Thank you. I like the beads in your hair. Are you two ready to order?”
Junsu nodded. “You know what I want.”
“Vegetables with garlic sauce and a little cheese.”
“Yep.”
“For you, Yunho-shi?”
“The one with all the meat.”
Yuri laughed and nodded, taking the menus. “It’ll be just a few minutes, guys.”
After a few minutes of silence, Junsu chuckled. “Relax, Yunnie.”
Yunho looked down at him. “Sorry. I don’t ... what should we talk about?”
“Whatever we want. There’s no dating rules about what to discuss. We can talk about what we always talk about.”
“Are you writing songs yet?”
Junsu chuckled. “Except that.”
“So no.”
Junsu sighed. “No.” He rubbed his face on the softness of Yunho’s t-shirt. “It’ll come. I still ... I still ... the only thing I want to write is depressing shit.”
“So write depressing shit,” Yunho said. He shifted his body, pulling his arm free.
Junsu pouted until Yunho settled his arm around his shoulders and Junsu smiled, arms going around his waist.
“Not all songs have to be happy, you know.”
“Yeah, I know, but ...”
“No excuses. You just need to write. Take a half hour and just write lyrics. Or music. It will make you feel better”
Junsu heard the same thing often enough from his brother, but his brother’s motivations were always sales and CDs and MVs and fans and more sales. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, or fair to his brother. He really did want Junsu to write and feel better.
“Sorry,” Yunho said and pressed a shaking kiss to Junsu’s head. “I know you want to. I’ll shut up about it.”
“No, it’s good to hear it. And you’re right. You usually are when it comes to this and me being trapped in my melancholy. Watching you dance through your routine really helped me. Just being part of that process. I refused to help Junho through his last album promotions. Do you remember what you said to me?”
Yunho shook his head. “N-no.”
“You said, ‘I know it sucks that you can’t dance but you’re so good and you still love it and I need your help.’ It was the ‘you still love it’ that got me because I do love it. I always will. I still haven’t thanked you for that.” Junsu turned his head and kissed Yunho’s cheek. “Thank you.”
Yunho blushed and looked at the table. He cleared his throat, and then changed the subject to his classes in school. Junsu did not mind. It was much easier talking about stubborn math equations and crazy history teachers anyway.
After dinner, Junsu had planned on karaoke, but he no longer felt like dealing with people, though he still felt like singing. Where he wanted to go was too far away, so he hailed a cab and told the driver to take him to Junho’s apartment.
At Yunho’s confused look, Junsu explained, “It’s a place Junho owns, that our parents don’t know about. Junho is a bit of a slut and he invested in his own place for the privacy. I go there when I know he won’t be there just to be alone.”
“Oh.”
Junsu smiled. “Don’t worry. He has a music room and a dance room. It’s a huge place. You’ll like it.”
Yunho nodded and mindful of the cab driver this time, Junsu only held his hand.
Junho’s apartment was on the thirteenth floor of a gorgeous building in Gangnam. The decor was high end minimalist, meant to impress. Junsu realized as soon as they walked in that Yunho was nervous, so he kicked off his shoes, threw his coat over the back of the over-expensive couch and continued taking off layers until he was in just the unbuttoned shirt and undershirt and slacks. He went into the kitchen, not waiting for Yunho to follow, but he did, as soon as he took off his boots and coat and sweater, leaving him in jeans and a t-shirt.
Junsu opened the fridge and snagged two bottles of soju. He opened them both and handed one to Yunho. Leading the way, Junsu limped down the hall.
“Do you play the piano?” Junsu asked.
“Not really. Just a little bit.”
The music room held electronic equipment and physical instruments including a piano, guitar and a couple of drums. Junsu went right to the piano, sitting down and running his fingers through a scale. He hadn’t played in a really long time.
“I love music,” Junsu said with a sigh and played a light melody, a song he had written when he was only nineteen. “You’re Junho’s fan so you know that our father sang all through college and as backup for a lot of trot groups in the eighties. My mother was a former Miss Korea with singing as her talent and what she studied in school.”
Junsu stopped playing and patted the bench. Yunho sat next to him and Junsu smiled, playing the simple melody of “Love Taught Me to Drink” by Lee Seungi. He doesn’t stop with that song, but sings “In My Room” by SHINee, “Missing You” by 2NE1 and “Only One” by BoA. When the last notes of his brother’s song, “No Gain” echoed off the walls, Junsu stopped playing. His hands ached, it’d been too long since he last played, and his throat hurt, felt closed up. His knee was upset being bent so long and his foot pushing pedals.
In the silence, Yunho played “Mary Had a Little Lamb” on the lower notes.
Junsu laughed and leaned against him.
“Sorry, but you needed to smile,” Yunho whispered.
Junsu smiled and kissed him. “Next time do that. I’ll always smile when you kiss me. Come on.” He used the piano to stand up, he picked up his warm bottle of soju and waited for Yunho to stand. He took Yunho’s arm, leaning against it heavily and led the way back to the living room, across the soft rugs and to the balcony. He shivered at the gust of winter wind against his skin.
He was glad to see his brother’s habits hadn’t changed and he took the pack of cigarettes from the table and slid one out. He held it up to Yunho, unsurprised when he shook his head. He opened his mouth like he was going to tell Junsu not to, but then shut it. Junsu lit the cigarette and the lighter clattered on the stone tabletop. Junsu inhaled for a long moment, held in the smoke, and breathed out. He moved to the railing.
“My voice changed when I was fifteen,” Junsu said. “I was told I was never going to sing again, so I played soccer instead. You ... you should have seen my mother’s face, when the doctors told her that her son wasn’t going to be a singer. Junho was training with JYP before he was sixteen. He debuted at eighteen. I played soccer and hid in the changing rooms screaming until I could sing again.”
Junsu paused and took a few deep drags off his cigarette. He turned around, back to the city lights. “I was a good footballer, but I loved music, bled music, screamed music, danced music. I choreographed ‘Tarantellegra,’ did you know that?”
Yunho’s eyes widened and he shook his head.
“And ‘Intoxication’ and a few others,” Junsu broke off and puffed on the cigarette. There was a time when he had refused to even be near someone smoking. “I didn’t smoke my first cigarette until after I fucked up my leg. I sat on this balcony a lot, puffing on packs and drinking more than soju, wondering what it would be like to jump off it.” Junsu looked to the side, off the edge, and smiled. “Junho talked me down more than once.”
“You ... that ... you shouldn’t ...”
He moved slowly to the table and stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray. He downed the rest of his soju.
“You don’t still think ... that you ... you want to ...”
“Kill myself?” Junsu said and moved close enough to burrow into Yunho’s warmth. “No. Junho has been my biggest supporter, fighting for me when I couldn’t do it myself. He risked his entire career to be next to me while I recovered. To pick me up when I fell during physical therapy. And he made me promise that I would write him more songs, and after his last album, I can see why. It’s almost a requirement that I pick myself up and get back into music. I guess with both of you hounding me, I have no choice.”
Yunho opened his mouth, probably to say something Junsu didn’t want to hear. He kissed him instead, lifting his hand to tangle in Yunho’s long hair, lapping at his lips and his tongue until Yunho shivered and kissed him back.
Junsu smiled at Yunho. “Sorry. This has gotten extremely deep for our first date.”
“It’s okay. I like getting to know you, hyung. And ... and I like that you feel that you can tell me things like this.”
Junsu’s smile widened and he pressed for more kisses.
“Let’s go back inside,” Yunho said. “It’s cold.”
Junsu nodded. “Good idea. I’ll show you the dance room.” Junsu gave Yunho a complete tour of the opulent penthouse, only cautioning him from going into the master bedroom because “who knows what weird shit my brother does in there?” Yunho loved the dance studio and Junsu laughed as he twirled and spun around, his reflection in all the mirrors following in sync.
“This is my second favorite room,” Junsu said and opened the door to the small space set up as a karaoke room. There was a large TV on the wall, a long couch covered in pillows and beanbags scattered everywhere. There was a single coffee table and a small fridge. Junsu limped over to the window and opened the drapes, showing a large floor to ceiling window and a door that led out to a small balcony. Junsu propped open the window to let in a bit of fresh air. The light in the room was dimmer than normal, and Junsu sagged gratefully into a fluffy, large beanbag on the floor. He would definitely need help getting up.
“Do you want to sing?” Yunho asked.
Junsu smiled. “Maybe later. Come here.” He held out his hands.
Yunho swallowed but moved over to him and sat next to him on the large foam cushion. Junsu reached for his hair immediately, pulling him down for a kiss. Yunho was shaking, but settled down and relaxed after a long minute. Junsu loved kissing Yunho. His soft lips fit exactly against Junsu’s and he was firm, hand wrapping around Junsu’s waist, between his body and the material underneath him. Junsu gave up control of the kiss to Yunho, following his tongue and his movements. Yunho shuddered and sped up, practically crawling on top of Junsu.
Junsu shoved his hands under Yunho’s t-shirt, dragging his fingers up Yunho’s back in a firm touch. Yunho shivered, but did not protest when Junsu tugged at his shirt. He broke from the kiss, sitting up just enough to pull his shirt off and then he went back to Junsu’s lips. Or tried to.
Junsu stopped him, hand on his chest. “What the ... “ He flicked the barbell in Yunho’s nipple. “Dongsaeng.”
Yunho smiled. “What? I’ve had that forever. Even before the one in my eyebrow.”
Junsu laughed. “I like it.” He rolled the piercing between his fingertips, tugging on the nipple and enjoying the way it made Yunho’s eyes shut. Yunho leaned over him to kiss him more, keeping his body propped up enough that Junsu could play with his piercing and drag his nails over the sensitive sides of his hips and stomach.
“Hyung,” Yunho whispered.
“What?”
“I ... I want ...” Yunho ran his hand up Junsu’s chest and bit his lip. The innocence and need in his eyes was addicting.
Junsu chuckled. “You want me to take off my shirt?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Okay.” Junsu tightened his muscles, wincing at the ache in his thigh, but Yunho wrapped his arm around his waist and supported him while he sat up. Distracted, Yunho held him closely and kissed him, tongue shoving into Junsu’s mouth. Eager hands pushed at the buttondown, off his shoulders. Junsu twisted his arms to take it off, smiling at Yunho’s whimper when their lips parted for only a moment. He just got the shirt off his wrist when Yunho yanked on his t-shirt. Junsu lifted his arms and as soon as the shirt was off, wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck and pulled their bodies flush and continued their kiss.
Yunho’s body constantly moved. Legs shifting, hands sliding on Junsu’s skin, head almost bobbing in their kiss. His entire body vibrated with energy, and Junsu shivered thinking of what it would be like to have Yunho thrusting that energy into his ass.
Junsu moaned, hips rolling up to press against Yunho’s body. His hands went to Yunho’s belt, and he had it unfastened and his hands on the buttons of his jeans before Yunho realized what he was doing and broke away from his lips, grabbed his wrists and sputtered, “Hyung!”
Junsu smiled and did not move his hands. He jerked his fingers, unbuttoning two buttons of Yunho’s jeans. Yunho’s eyes widened. mouth open in shock.
“Should I stop?”
Yunho bit his lip and shook his head. “S-sorry. Startled ... yeah. But no. Don’t ... stop. Don’t stop.”
Junsu smiled and continued unbuttoning his jeans.
“Can ... can I ...” Yunho put his hands right above Junsu’s slacks, on his heated skin.
Junsu nodded. “Yeah. But it’s tricky.” He unfastened the slacks and the button before lowering the zipper. Shifting, he adjusted himself in his boxers and then moaned when Yunho’s palm pressed against his erection. Junsu shoved his hands into the back of Yunho’s boxers and yanked their bodies together. Yunho was still shaking, but he was moving, rolling his hips against Junsu’s pressing him deeper into the cushion.
Junsu moaned and moved his mouth to Yunho’s chin, sucking on his skin and leaving tiny teeth marks down to his collar bones. Yunho whimpered, one hand holding him up and the other curling around Junsu’s erection still trapped in his boxers. Yunho’s constant movements helped Junsu shove his pants down, and he pried his face from Yunho’s neck to look at Yunho’s thick erection. God, that was going to feel so good inside him.
“No piercing here, dongsaeng,” Junsu muttered with a smile and curled his hand around Yunho’s dick.
“W-want to ... not sure ...” Yunho stammered and moaned, hips thrusting into Junsu’s hold. Junsu let him, curling his hand around the tip and spreading precome down the length. Yunho was already shaking, like he was about to come, and Junsu stopped for a moment.
“Me, too, dongsaeng,” Junsu said and shoved at his pants.
Yunho bit his lip and nodded. He shifted back, pushing his clothes off. He had to stand to peel the jeans from around his ankles. Junsu lowered his pants to his thighs before Yunho took over, pulling them off the rest of the way.
Junsu watched Yunho’s cock throb and drip a glistening trail of precome. He reached for him, and Yunho’s eyes shut with a moan as Junsu stroked. Yunho fell back against him, kissing him harshly as their bodies rocked. Though Yunho did most of the rocking.
“Wait, Yunnie,” Junsu whispered.
Frowning, Yunho pulled away from his lips. Junsu smiled and directed Yunho to his side, propped up on an elbow. “Put my leg over yours. It’s the most comfortable.” Yunho nodded and carefully lifted Junsu’s sore leg to rest his knee against his hip. It still ached from earlier, but it wasn’t bad enough to stop.
“Now stroke me off,” Junsu demanded and kissed him roughly.
Yunho’s fingers trailed down his stomach, shaking but determined and he gripped Junsu’s dick firmly. Junsu moaned into his mouth and lifted his butt, encouraging Yunho to stroke him. The first few shows were tentative, testing, unsure, and then with every touch to the head of his dick Junsu moaned, spurring Yunho on.
“Feels good,” Junsu whispered, pulling Yunho’s hair while they kissed. “Feels so good. Love your hands on me, your body against mine. Fuck. Yunnie.”
Junsu wished he could roll them over, push Yunho to his back and rut out his release on his body. He felt his orgasm growing, pleasure curling low in his body. It’d been way too long since he last had someone do this for him.
“Hyung,” Yunho whispered, still unsure. “Can I try ... can I try something?”
Junsu smiled and nodded. “Anything you want. God, Yunho, you can do anything to me that you want.”
Yunho smiled and shifted carefully. He moved down the cushion, cradling the back of Junsu’s thigh until he was on his knees, on the floor, between Junsu’s legs. His sore leg was still hitched over Yunho’s shoulder, and Yunho’s eyes were trained on Junsu’s dick.
“Fuck,” Junsu gasped.
Yunho leaned forward and held Junsu’s dick up and licked at the tangy tip. Junsu moaned hands clutching at the material at his sides. Yunho licked around the crown, his hand moving slowly up the shaft. Junsu cried out at the burst of pleasure, trying not to move too much. With every moment, Yunho let a bit more of his dick into his mouth, sucking lightly, pumping slowly.
“Fuck, Yunho, fuck, fuck, god that feels good.”
Yunho shifted and took more, bobbing his head up and down. Junsu writhed and whimpered, lifting his hips even as Yunho moved his hand, and it was enough to make Yunho gag, but he kept sucking, fingers curling around Junsu’s balls. After only a few tugs, the pleasure in Junsu’s body reached it peak, exploding and pulsing from his dick. He had just enough mental capacity to grab Yunho’s head and yank him away before he was coming, splattering his release up his abs and a few drops on Yunho’s chest and neck. He sagged into the cushion with a ragged whimper as Yunho pumped the last few dollops of come from his cock.
It took a long minute for Junsu to realize that Yunho was jerking himself off, and Junsu whimpered, tugging at his arm. “Kiss ... kiss me.”
Yunho grinned and nodded and climbed back over him. Their lips met and Yunho kept his gorgeous muscled body above Junsu’s, hand rapid fire over his cock. Junsu kissed him deeply and tugged at the nipple piercing with his fingers.
Yunho jerked away from his mouth, body quaking through his pleasure. Come splattered high over Junsu’s chest and Yunho caught himself on an hand to keep from falling on top of him. Junsu smiled tugged on that arm and pulled their bodies together. Yunho moaned into his neck, hips thrusting against his body and spreading the last of his release over Junsu’s hip.
They lay there, chests heaving, breath gasping, sweat cooling in the air from the window. Junsu trailed his fingers up and over Yunho’s back and into his hair.
“Felt good,” he muttered into Yunho’s shoulder.
Yunho hummed agreement before finally pushing himself up and away. Their lips met in a languid, comfortable kiss.
“Let’s go take a shower,” Junsu said. “I’m going to need you to hold me up.”
Yunho smiled and cupped Junsu’s cheek. “I will. I always will.”
Junsu’s chest tightened and he actually felt tears in his eyes. He pulled Yunho back down for a kiss to hide them and heard his brother’s voice call him an emotional sap in his head. Junsu didn’t care. Yunho was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time and if he wanted to get emotional about it, he was going to.
Part 5: The First Dream
Part 3: The First Dance
Part 2: The Songwriter
Part 1: The First Donut
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Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to seduce with donuts and sweetness.
Summary: Junsu is late for class and meets Yunho who learns his secrets and ends up liking him anyway.
Warning: FLUFFY! AgeGap!Fic, with 29-year-old Junsu and 18-year-old Yunho
Part 4: The Singer: November
Junsu caught sight of Yunho standing on the sidewalk as the black SUV pulled into the parking lot. He wore a long coat and skinny jeans with boots up his calf muscles. Yunho was dancing, as always, though this was a little less controlled and probably more because the wind blew cold. It hadn’t snowed yet, thankfully, but the temperature dropped everyday. He looked up and saw the car and smiled and waved widely.
Junsu smiled to himself. Yunho was adorable. He had a few issues with the age gap, and sometimes he was reminded that he was eleven years older than Yunho. But Yunho had more of his life in control than Junsu did. Yunho knew what he wanted, and even if his parents were a little upset that Yunho did not want to be a lawyer, they were supportive of his dancing.
Yunho waved at the driver and opened the back door. He slid into the seat with a happy hello and smiled widely at Junsu.
“Wow, you look great!” Yunho said and then frowned tugging on his jeans.
Junsu wore slacks, a sweater with blue button down peaking out of the top. He had dressed up a little since this was their first date.
“I should have ...”
Junsu slid his hand up Yunho’s thigh and cut off his frown with a kiss. “You look fantastic.” He moved his hand to Yunho’s waist, kissing him more firmly. His other hand was on his way to Yunho’s hair when Yunho pulled back.
“The driver,” Yunho muttered.
Junsu laughed. “Seunghyung is so used to ignoring what goes on in the back of this SUV.”
Yunho frowned.
“I meant with Junho, not with me.”
“I know, but I ...”
“Fine, fine. I got you something anyway.” Junsu reached to the other side of the seat and picked up the pastry box. He held it out for Yunho. Yunho frowned as he opened it, but immediately smiled and then laughed, seeing the heart-shaped donut inside, complete with pink frosting.
“Thanks, hyung,” Yunho said and picked it up. “Can I eat it now?”
“Sure, we are going to dinner.”
“That’s okay. I’m starving, I’ll still eat dinner, too.”
Yunho took a big bite of the donut, and Junsu tried not to laugh as he tried to eat it but keep his lips clear of raspberry goo from the middle and the pink frosting. As soon as he was done eating, Junsu snuggled right next to Yunho, putting Yunho’s arm around his shoulders.
Yunho laughed, hugging him tightly. “Thank you. That was good. Where are we going to eat?”
“You’ll see.” Junsu relaxed against his body, smiling softly when fingers lifted to his hair.
“You okay, hyung?” Yunho whispered.
Junsu nodded. “Yes, right now.”
“What happened?”
“Just woke up with a cramp in my leg this morning.”
Lips pressed against his forehead, pulling another smile to Junsu’s lips. Yunho was never overprotective of him and he knew just the right amount of reassurance Junsu needed.
Yunho’s leg started bouncing.
Junsu chuckled. “Relax, dongsaeng.”
“Sorry. Nervous.”
“Why?”
“This ... it’s ... first date and ... “
Junsu smiled widely and tilted his head up enough to place a soft kiss along Yunho’s jaw. “No, it’s not. Not in my head.”
“Huh?”
“How many times have you bought me coffee? How many times have I bought you lunch? If it makes you feel less nervous, you can think of all those as dates. God knows, I spent every single moment with you wishing it was a date. I think that counts.”
Yunho bit his lip and then smiled. “Really, hyung?”
“Yes, really,” Junsu said and kissed him lightly, a soft press of his lips over Yunho’s upper lip. “You’re adorable.”
Yunho blushed and kissed Junsu again, just a little firmer. And Junsu got what he wanted, sharing kisses until the SUV stopped at their destination.
Yunho pulled away with another cute blush and got out of the car when the driver opened the back door. Junsu followed him and thanked Seunghyung when he handed him his cane. It was black, painted and decorated with white and blue swirls. His brother had bought it for him last year. Junsu hated it, but used it when he had to.
Yunho frowned at it, but Junsu smiled in reassurance, hooked his elbow with Yunho’s arm and said, “I’m going to use you for now, but Seunghyung needs to go pick up Junho so we’re on our own for the evening.”
Yunho bowed and said thank you to the driver and then they entered the pizza place where Junsu had called and reserved a corner table. He had wanted to take Yunho someplace snazzy and nice for the first date, but it was so very cliche and definitely not Yunho. Junsu decided to save that experience for later.
“My father used to own this place,” Junsu said as the manager saw him and shouted a hello.
“Really?”
“Yeah. He sold it though when I was injured so he could stay home with me for a little longer every day.”
Junsu led the way to their table, happy when the short walk did not irritate his muscle. He expected another cramp before the next morning. Yunho removed his jacket and helped Junsu’s take his off. He sat across from him until Junsu pouted and then Yunho moved and slid into the same booth. Junsu hooked his arms around Yunho’s bicep and leaned his head onto Yunho’s shoulder.
Yunho picked up the menu. “What do you want?”
“You pick.”
“It’s going to be greasy and covered in cheese and unhealthy.”
Junsu laughed. “Okay, nevermind.”
“Everything looks really good.”
“You can build your own, too. That’s what I usually do.”
The hostess appeared and Junsu smiled widely at her from where he still was pressed to Yunho’s side.
“Hi, Junsu.”
“Hi, Yuri. This is Yunho. Yunho, this is Yuri. She’s been working here since my father opened the place.”
Yunho smiled a hello and said, “Oh man, your necklace is awesome.” It was an intricate web of metal with a thick cross at the center.
“Thank you. I like the beads in your hair. Are you two ready to order?”
Junsu nodded. “You know what I want.”
“Vegetables with garlic sauce and a little cheese.”
“Yep.”
“For you, Yunho-shi?”
“The one with all the meat.”
Yuri laughed and nodded, taking the menus. “It’ll be just a few minutes, guys.”
After a few minutes of silence, Junsu chuckled. “Relax, Yunnie.”
Yunho looked down at him. “Sorry. I don’t ... what should we talk about?”
“Whatever we want. There’s no dating rules about what to discuss. We can talk about what we always talk about.”
“Are you writing songs yet?”
Junsu chuckled. “Except that.”
“So no.”
Junsu sighed. “No.” He rubbed his face on the softness of Yunho’s t-shirt. “It’ll come. I still ... I still ... the only thing I want to write is depressing shit.”
“So write depressing shit,” Yunho said. He shifted his body, pulling his arm free.
Junsu pouted until Yunho settled his arm around his shoulders and Junsu smiled, arms going around his waist.
“Not all songs have to be happy, you know.”
“Yeah, I know, but ...”
“No excuses. You just need to write. Take a half hour and just write lyrics. Or music. It will make you feel better”
Junsu heard the same thing often enough from his brother, but his brother’s motivations were always sales and CDs and MVs and fans and more sales. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, or fair to his brother. He really did want Junsu to write and feel better.
“Sorry,” Yunho said and pressed a shaking kiss to Junsu’s head. “I know you want to. I’ll shut up about it.”
“No, it’s good to hear it. And you’re right. You usually are when it comes to this and me being trapped in my melancholy. Watching you dance through your routine really helped me. Just being part of that process. I refused to help Junho through his last album promotions. Do you remember what you said to me?”
Yunho shook his head. “N-no.”
“You said, ‘I know it sucks that you can’t dance but you’re so good and you still love it and I need your help.’ It was the ‘you still love it’ that got me because I do love it. I always will. I still haven’t thanked you for that.” Junsu turned his head and kissed Yunho’s cheek. “Thank you.”
Yunho blushed and looked at the table. He cleared his throat, and then changed the subject to his classes in school. Junsu did not mind. It was much easier talking about stubborn math equations and crazy history teachers anyway.
After dinner, Junsu had planned on karaoke, but he no longer felt like dealing with people, though he still felt like singing. Where he wanted to go was too far away, so he hailed a cab and told the driver to take him to Junho’s apartment.
At Yunho’s confused look, Junsu explained, “It’s a place Junho owns, that our parents don’t know about. Junho is a bit of a slut and he invested in his own place for the privacy. I go there when I know he won’t be there just to be alone.”
“Oh.”
Junsu smiled. “Don’t worry. He has a music room and a dance room. It’s a huge place. You’ll like it.”
Yunho nodded and mindful of the cab driver this time, Junsu only held his hand.
Junho’s apartment was on the thirteenth floor of a gorgeous building in Gangnam. The decor was high end minimalist, meant to impress. Junsu realized as soon as they walked in that Yunho was nervous, so he kicked off his shoes, threw his coat over the back of the over-expensive couch and continued taking off layers until he was in just the unbuttoned shirt and undershirt and slacks. He went into the kitchen, not waiting for Yunho to follow, but he did, as soon as he took off his boots and coat and sweater, leaving him in jeans and a t-shirt.
Junsu opened the fridge and snagged two bottles of soju. He opened them both and handed one to Yunho. Leading the way, Junsu limped down the hall.
“Do you play the piano?” Junsu asked.
“Not really. Just a little bit.”
The music room held electronic equipment and physical instruments including a piano, guitar and a couple of drums. Junsu went right to the piano, sitting down and running his fingers through a scale. He hadn’t played in a really long time.
“I love music,” Junsu said with a sigh and played a light melody, a song he had written when he was only nineteen. “You’re Junho’s fan so you know that our father sang all through college and as backup for a lot of trot groups in the eighties. My mother was a former Miss Korea with singing as her talent and what she studied in school.”
Junsu stopped playing and patted the bench. Yunho sat next to him and Junsu smiled, playing the simple melody of “Love Taught Me to Drink” by Lee Seungi. He doesn’t stop with that song, but sings “In My Room” by SHINee, “Missing You” by 2NE1 and “Only One” by BoA. When the last notes of his brother’s song, “No Gain” echoed off the walls, Junsu stopped playing. His hands ached, it’d been too long since he last played, and his throat hurt, felt closed up. His knee was upset being bent so long and his foot pushing pedals.
In the silence, Yunho played “Mary Had a Little Lamb” on the lower notes.
Junsu laughed and leaned against him.
“Sorry, but you needed to smile,” Yunho whispered.
Junsu smiled and kissed him. “Next time do that. I’ll always smile when you kiss me. Come on.” He used the piano to stand up, he picked up his warm bottle of soju and waited for Yunho to stand. He took Yunho’s arm, leaning against it heavily and led the way back to the living room, across the soft rugs and to the balcony. He shivered at the gust of winter wind against his skin.
He was glad to see his brother’s habits hadn’t changed and he took the pack of cigarettes from the table and slid one out. He held it up to Yunho, unsurprised when he shook his head. He opened his mouth like he was going to tell Junsu not to, but then shut it. Junsu lit the cigarette and the lighter clattered on the stone tabletop. Junsu inhaled for a long moment, held in the smoke, and breathed out. He moved to the railing.
“My voice changed when I was fifteen,” Junsu said. “I was told I was never going to sing again, so I played soccer instead. You ... you should have seen my mother’s face, when the doctors told her that her son wasn’t going to be a singer. Junho was training with JYP before he was sixteen. He debuted at eighteen. I played soccer and hid in the changing rooms screaming until I could sing again.”
Junsu paused and took a few deep drags off his cigarette. He turned around, back to the city lights. “I was a good footballer, but I loved music, bled music, screamed music, danced music. I choreographed ‘Tarantellegra,’ did you know that?”
Yunho’s eyes widened and he shook his head.
“And ‘Intoxication’ and a few others,” Junsu broke off and puffed on the cigarette. There was a time when he had refused to even be near someone smoking. “I didn’t smoke my first cigarette until after I fucked up my leg. I sat on this balcony a lot, puffing on packs and drinking more than soju, wondering what it would be like to jump off it.” Junsu looked to the side, off the edge, and smiled. “Junho talked me down more than once.”
“You ... that ... you shouldn’t ...”
He moved slowly to the table and stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray. He downed the rest of his soju.
“You don’t still think ... that you ... you want to ...”
“Kill myself?” Junsu said and moved close enough to burrow into Yunho’s warmth. “No. Junho has been my biggest supporter, fighting for me when I couldn’t do it myself. He risked his entire career to be next to me while I recovered. To pick me up when I fell during physical therapy. And he made me promise that I would write him more songs, and after his last album, I can see why. It’s almost a requirement that I pick myself up and get back into music. I guess with both of you hounding me, I have no choice.”
Yunho opened his mouth, probably to say something Junsu didn’t want to hear. He kissed him instead, lifting his hand to tangle in Yunho’s long hair, lapping at his lips and his tongue until Yunho shivered and kissed him back.
Junsu smiled at Yunho. “Sorry. This has gotten extremely deep for our first date.”
“It’s okay. I like getting to know you, hyung. And ... and I like that you feel that you can tell me things like this.”
Junsu’s smile widened and he pressed for more kisses.
“Let’s go back inside,” Yunho said. “It’s cold.”
Junsu nodded. “Good idea. I’ll show you the dance room.” Junsu gave Yunho a complete tour of the opulent penthouse, only cautioning him from going into the master bedroom because “who knows what weird shit my brother does in there?” Yunho loved the dance studio and Junsu laughed as he twirled and spun around, his reflection in all the mirrors following in sync.
“This is my second favorite room,” Junsu said and opened the door to the small space set up as a karaoke room. There was a large TV on the wall, a long couch covered in pillows and beanbags scattered everywhere. There was a single coffee table and a small fridge. Junsu limped over to the window and opened the drapes, showing a large floor to ceiling window and a door that led out to a small balcony. Junsu propped open the window to let in a bit of fresh air. The light in the room was dimmer than normal, and Junsu sagged gratefully into a fluffy, large beanbag on the floor. He would definitely need help getting up.
“Do you want to sing?” Yunho asked.
Junsu smiled. “Maybe later. Come here.” He held out his hands.
Yunho swallowed but moved over to him and sat next to him on the large foam cushion. Junsu reached for his hair immediately, pulling him down for a kiss. Yunho was shaking, but settled down and relaxed after a long minute. Junsu loved kissing Yunho. His soft lips fit exactly against Junsu’s and he was firm, hand wrapping around Junsu’s waist, between his body and the material underneath him. Junsu gave up control of the kiss to Yunho, following his tongue and his movements. Yunho shuddered and sped up, practically crawling on top of Junsu.
Junsu shoved his hands under Yunho’s t-shirt, dragging his fingers up Yunho’s back in a firm touch. Yunho shivered, but did not protest when Junsu tugged at his shirt. He broke from the kiss, sitting up just enough to pull his shirt off and then he went back to Junsu’s lips. Or tried to.
Junsu stopped him, hand on his chest. “What the ... “ He flicked the barbell in Yunho’s nipple. “Dongsaeng.”
Yunho smiled. “What? I’ve had that forever. Even before the one in my eyebrow.”
Junsu laughed. “I like it.” He rolled the piercing between his fingertips, tugging on the nipple and enjoying the way it made Yunho’s eyes shut. Yunho leaned over him to kiss him more, keeping his body propped up enough that Junsu could play with his piercing and drag his nails over the sensitive sides of his hips and stomach.
“Hyung,” Yunho whispered.
“What?”
“I ... I want ...” Yunho ran his hand up Junsu’s chest and bit his lip. The innocence and need in his eyes was addicting.
Junsu chuckled. “You want me to take off my shirt?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Okay.” Junsu tightened his muscles, wincing at the ache in his thigh, but Yunho wrapped his arm around his waist and supported him while he sat up. Distracted, Yunho held him closely and kissed him, tongue shoving into Junsu’s mouth. Eager hands pushed at the buttondown, off his shoulders. Junsu twisted his arms to take it off, smiling at Yunho’s whimper when their lips parted for only a moment. He just got the shirt off his wrist when Yunho yanked on his t-shirt. Junsu lifted his arms and as soon as the shirt was off, wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck and pulled their bodies flush and continued their kiss.
Yunho’s body constantly moved. Legs shifting, hands sliding on Junsu’s skin, head almost bobbing in their kiss. His entire body vibrated with energy, and Junsu shivered thinking of what it would be like to have Yunho thrusting that energy into his ass.
Junsu moaned, hips rolling up to press against Yunho’s body. His hands went to Yunho’s belt, and he had it unfastened and his hands on the buttons of his jeans before Yunho realized what he was doing and broke away from his lips, grabbed his wrists and sputtered, “Hyung!”
Junsu smiled and did not move his hands. He jerked his fingers, unbuttoning two buttons of Yunho’s jeans. Yunho’s eyes widened. mouth open in shock.
“Should I stop?”
Yunho bit his lip and shook his head. “S-sorry. Startled ... yeah. But no. Don’t ... stop. Don’t stop.”
Junsu smiled and continued unbuttoning his jeans.
“Can ... can I ...” Yunho put his hands right above Junsu’s slacks, on his heated skin.
Junsu nodded. “Yeah. But it’s tricky.” He unfastened the slacks and the button before lowering the zipper. Shifting, he adjusted himself in his boxers and then moaned when Yunho’s palm pressed against his erection. Junsu shoved his hands into the back of Yunho’s boxers and yanked their bodies together. Yunho was still shaking, but he was moving, rolling his hips against Junsu’s pressing him deeper into the cushion.
Junsu moaned and moved his mouth to Yunho’s chin, sucking on his skin and leaving tiny teeth marks down to his collar bones. Yunho whimpered, one hand holding him up and the other curling around Junsu’s erection still trapped in his boxers. Yunho’s constant movements helped Junsu shove his pants down, and he pried his face from Yunho’s neck to look at Yunho’s thick erection. God, that was going to feel so good inside him.
“No piercing here, dongsaeng,” Junsu muttered with a smile and curled his hand around Yunho’s dick.
“W-want to ... not sure ...” Yunho stammered and moaned, hips thrusting into Junsu’s hold. Junsu let him, curling his hand around the tip and spreading precome down the length. Yunho was already shaking, like he was about to come, and Junsu stopped for a moment.
“Me, too, dongsaeng,” Junsu said and shoved at his pants.
Yunho bit his lip and nodded. He shifted back, pushing his clothes off. He had to stand to peel the jeans from around his ankles. Junsu lowered his pants to his thighs before Yunho took over, pulling them off the rest of the way.
Junsu watched Yunho’s cock throb and drip a glistening trail of precome. He reached for him, and Yunho’s eyes shut with a moan as Junsu stroked. Yunho fell back against him, kissing him harshly as their bodies rocked. Though Yunho did most of the rocking.
“Wait, Yunnie,” Junsu whispered.
Frowning, Yunho pulled away from his lips. Junsu smiled and directed Yunho to his side, propped up on an elbow. “Put my leg over yours. It’s the most comfortable.” Yunho nodded and carefully lifted Junsu’s sore leg to rest his knee against his hip. It still ached from earlier, but it wasn’t bad enough to stop.
“Now stroke me off,” Junsu demanded and kissed him roughly.
Yunho’s fingers trailed down his stomach, shaking but determined and he gripped Junsu’s dick firmly. Junsu moaned into his mouth and lifted his butt, encouraging Yunho to stroke him. The first few shows were tentative, testing, unsure, and then with every touch to the head of his dick Junsu moaned, spurring Yunho on.
“Feels good,” Junsu whispered, pulling Yunho’s hair while they kissed. “Feels so good. Love your hands on me, your body against mine. Fuck. Yunnie.”
Junsu wished he could roll them over, push Yunho to his back and rut out his release on his body. He felt his orgasm growing, pleasure curling low in his body. It’d been way too long since he last had someone do this for him.
“Hyung,” Yunho whispered, still unsure. “Can I try ... can I try something?”
Junsu smiled and nodded. “Anything you want. God, Yunho, you can do anything to me that you want.”
Yunho smiled and shifted carefully. He moved down the cushion, cradling the back of Junsu’s thigh until he was on his knees, on the floor, between Junsu’s legs. His sore leg was still hitched over Yunho’s shoulder, and Yunho’s eyes were trained on Junsu’s dick.
“Fuck,” Junsu gasped.
Yunho leaned forward and held Junsu’s dick up and licked at the tangy tip. Junsu moaned hands clutching at the material at his sides. Yunho licked around the crown, his hand moving slowly up the shaft. Junsu cried out at the burst of pleasure, trying not to move too much. With every moment, Yunho let a bit more of his dick into his mouth, sucking lightly, pumping slowly.
“Fuck, Yunho, fuck, fuck, god that feels good.”
Yunho shifted and took more, bobbing his head up and down. Junsu writhed and whimpered, lifting his hips even as Yunho moved his hand, and it was enough to make Yunho gag, but he kept sucking, fingers curling around Junsu’s balls. After only a few tugs, the pleasure in Junsu’s body reached it peak, exploding and pulsing from his dick. He had just enough mental capacity to grab Yunho’s head and yank him away before he was coming, splattering his release up his abs and a few drops on Yunho’s chest and neck. He sagged into the cushion with a ragged whimper as Yunho pumped the last few dollops of come from his cock.
It took a long minute for Junsu to realize that Yunho was jerking himself off, and Junsu whimpered, tugging at his arm. “Kiss ... kiss me.”
Yunho grinned and nodded and climbed back over him. Their lips met and Yunho kept his gorgeous muscled body above Junsu’s, hand rapid fire over his cock. Junsu kissed him deeply and tugged at the nipple piercing with his fingers.
Yunho jerked away from his mouth, body quaking through his pleasure. Come splattered high over Junsu’s chest and Yunho caught himself on an hand to keep from falling on top of him. Junsu smiled tugged on that arm and pulled their bodies together. Yunho moaned into his neck, hips thrusting against his body and spreading the last of his release over Junsu’s hip.
They lay there, chests heaving, breath gasping, sweat cooling in the air from the window. Junsu trailed his fingers up and over Yunho’s back and into his hair.
“Felt good,” he muttered into Yunho’s shoulder.
Yunho hummed agreement before finally pushing himself up and away. Their lips met in a languid, comfortable kiss.
“Let’s go take a shower,” Junsu said. “I’m going to need you to hold me up.”
Yunho smiled and cupped Junsu’s cheek. “I will. I always will.”
Junsu’s chest tightened and he actually felt tears in his eyes. He pulled Yunho back down for a kiss to hide them and heard his brother’s voice call him an emotional sap in his head. Junsu didn’t care. Yunho was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time and if he wanted to get emotional about it, he was going to.
Part 5: The First Dream
Part 3: The First Dance
Part 2: The Songwriter
Part 1: The First Donut
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