Delicate 7/?
Title: Delicate 7/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't my pets or my toys or my slaves and that is so unfortunate.
Summary: Yoochun's eccentric uncle passes away and leaves Yoochun his pet and money to take care of it. But the pet isn't anything Yoochun is expecting, and suddenly he has to figure out how to help someone else while his own life is a fucking mess.
Warning: implied abuse, slavery, and pedophilia. Both Yoochun and Junsu are 27 when this fic starts This fic isn't really angsty. I mean ... it's going to be emotional, but it's going to have a happy ending.
A/N: This fic is for willowwing, baileymoyes and xtooline because they are awesome and I love them!
A/N2: This story has done something I didn't plan on doing; this chapter is emotional, but not the angsty one that it was supposed to be. We'll see what happens next in the world that in my brain. :)
Poster credit goes to back-to-five!! It's gorgeous! <3
Part 7:
Warning: This chapter contains a bit of YooSu+Yunho, just fyi
A few nights later, Yoochun asked, “Do you want to go to work with me?”
Junsu lifted his head, mouth popping off Yoochun’s nipple with a smack. “Huh?”
“I have to go to work,” he turned his head and found the clock, “in an hour. Do you want to come with me?”
“Why?”
Yoochun shrugged. “To see where I work, and to meet my friend Hyunjoong. He’s been bitching at me to meet you. And to get you out of this small apartment. You spend too much time here.”
“But ... I won’t bother you?”
Yoochun smiled and ran his finger down Junsu’s cheek. “I’m sure you’ll distract me if only because I can’t keep my eyes off you.”
Junsu laughed and launched himself up to Yoochun’s lips for a kiss. “That was the sweetest and most horrible line I have ever heard, and I watch dramas all day.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Part of my charm. So? Do you want to go? You can bring a writing book and practice reading the menus and signs all over the bar.”
Junsu nodded. “Okay. But we don’t have to leave yet, right?”
“No.”
“Good,” Junsu whispered and slinked back down Yoochun’s body. He ran his tongue around Yoochun’s bellybutton. “You interrupted my fun.”
Yoochun tangled a hand in Junsu’s hair and moaned while Junsu had fun.
---
When Junsu came out of the bathroom, wearing Yoochun’s jeans, the black ones from the first time they’d gone out, the ones that were too tight, too revealing, too perfect for his ass, Yoochun’s mind went blank and it took a long time to process that Junsu wore his “Fuck Me” t-shirt along with the sinfully, gorgeous, beautiful tight jeans.
“No way,” Yoochun managed, voice soft and rough. “No way. Go change.”
Junsu smiled. “No. I want to wear this.”
“No way. I work ... I work in a shady gay bar and too many men will take you up on that offer.”
Junsu continued to smile and walked toward him. He wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck. “What about you? Would you take me up on this offer?”
“Oh god,” Yoochun murmured and leaned down for a kiss.
Junsu pulled away. “You can, you know? Don’t go into work. Call in sick. Let’s fuck instead.”
Yoochun shivered. He could. He didn’t really need the money. Not from just one night. And if Junsu was going to help pay rent and his bills, and ... if his body moved while fucking in the same way that it did while giving or receiving a blow job, then Yoochun was pretty sure their fuck would be over in enough time to still make their bus, but one time wasn’t going to be enough. Yoochun wanted to bury his cock inside Junsu’s ass and never climb out.
He jerked himself away from Junsu. “Go change, please.”
“Fine, fine, but I’m wearing these jeans.” Junsu turned and headed toward the bathroom.
“Junsu.”
He smirked over his shoulder and ran his hand over his plump ass. “You pick. I change the jeans. Or I change the shirt.”
Yoochun swallowed roughly. “S-shirt.”
“Good choice.”
He sauntered the rest of the way to the bathroom. Yoochun rubbed his face harshly and tried to will away his erection with thoughts of the ahjumma.
When Junsu re-emerged again, the urge for Yoochun just to say fuck it and drag him to the bed was even stronger. He wore a blue button down shirt that he’d bought the day before and one of Yoochun’s nicer suit jackets.
“Better?” Junsu asked and turned in a circle.
“Yes. No. Want ... fuck ... “
Junsu laughed, practically skipped over to him, and kissed him. “Let’s go. We’re going to miss the bus.”
---
Junsu held court at the far corner table. Yoochun had no other way to describe it. He sat on one booth with Yunho’s arm around him, another man on his other side and three men across from them. Two men had pulled stools from the bar over to join in the conversation. Junsu’s laughter rang out over the music every now and then.
Yoochun did not know what they talked about, but the men were more than eager to teach Junsu how to spell dirty words and write sentences like, “Shove your fingers inside me while I suck on your cock.”
Yunho stole kisses on Junsu’s neck and ear, his hands constantly under the table, probably palming Junsu through his slacks if Junsu’s sighs and moments of shutting his eyes was any indication.
“He’s cute,” Hyunjoong said, not for the first time.
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah. I know.”
“How does he fuck?”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t know.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, we haven’t gotten there yet.”
“Yet.”
“Yes, yet.”
Hyunjoong smirked at him and piled drinks onto a tray to take to the table of men. Yoochun leaned over the bar to flirt with a new customer, his smiles easy and genuine. Men came and went from Junsu’s table, and as always, Yunho grew handsy-er as he grew drunker. Yoochun kept his eye on him, but knew that Yunho wouldn’t do anything mean.
“So,” Hyunjoong said and handed Yoochun a shot during a lull in customers. “I’ve been thinking.”
Yoochun took the shot and said, “Should I make the obvious comment that comes from you and thinking in the same sentence?”
Hyunjoong smirked. “This boy you have.”
“What about him?”
Hyunjoong leaned against the counter on the back and crossed his arms. “It’s a little too convenient that you met him right when your uncle died.”
Yoochun swallowed. “Yeah, so?”
“He’s in his twenties, but he can’t read, seems to not know anything about the world. He was your uncle’s pet, wasn’t he?”
Yoochun thought about lying, but stayed quiet too long.
Hyunjoong’s smirk widened.
Yoochun sighed. “Yeah. He was.”
“And now he’s your pet?”
“No! I’m helping him.” Yoochun told Hyunjoong about the lawyer, the will, and the last few weeks (minus the sexy parts).
Hyunjoong nodded. “That definitely seems like something you would do. Save all the puppies. Recycle. Clean up the world. Save the whales.”
“Shut up. I wasn't just going to throw him out.”
“I know. Just giving you a hard time. So are you dating?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Not really. I mean, we fool around a little because he wants to--”
“So do you.”
“--but I’m trying to teach him enough to live on his own, right now. He can’t rely on me for the rest of his life.”
Hyunjoong was still nodding. “I totally get that, but I still think you should tap that. Especially if he’s willing.”
“Maybe.”
“Yoochun-ah!”
Yoochun turned to the tables and smiled at Junsu who was waving him over.
“Take a break,” Hyunjoong said. “We’re not busy.”
Yoochun nodded his thanks and went over to the table. Junsu sat almost in Yunho’s lap, one leg thrown over his thigh. Yunho’s hand slid up the seam of the tight jeans, fingers edging closer and closer to Junsu’s obviously firm erection.
“Yunho-shi says that you kiss him all the time.”
Yoochun sat next to Yunho and leaned over to press a lingering kiss on his cheek pulling a whimper from Yunho. “I do indeed.”
“Why?” Junsu asked with a pout. “Yunho-shi is married.”
“I know that. A kiss is nothing, Junsu.”
Junsu bit his lower lip and Yunho leaned over with a moan to kiss it away. But Junsu turned his head away.
“If you don’t want him to kiss you just say so. Yunho is nice. He won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
“But ... I thought ... we ... Us.”
Yoochun understood and frowned. “It’s only been a few days, Junsu.”
“I know, but ... “
Yoochun leaned over Yunho’s lap, pulled Junsu to him with a firm hand on the back of his neck. Their lips met, and Yunho moaned. Yoochun felt Junsu smile and he deepened the kiss, giving Yunho a show of lips, teeth, and tongues.
“Do you want to press the boundaries of what is legal and not legal at this bar?” Yoochun asked.
“Oh god yes, please,” Yunho begged.
Junsu bit his lip in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“This is not a sex club,” Yoochun said and let his hand drop to Yunho’s lap. He pressed the heel of his palm firmly down on Yunho’s erection and twisted his hand. Yunho moaned, slouching lower. One arm pulled at Yoochun’s hip. Yoochun fought his own moan. Yunho’s cock was gorgeous, thick and long. More than once, he had stroked off to thoughts of Yunho fucking him with his monster of an erection.
Junsu looked at Yunho and said cautiously, “Do you do this every night?”
Yoochun smiled and licked at the side of Yunho’s mouth. “No. Only when Yunho is being a very good boy.”
Yunho whimpered. “Please, please.”
“And he’s been good, hasn’t he, Junsu? He’s helping you read and write, and buying you drinks.” Yoochun gripped Yunho’s erection through his slacks and squeezed roughly.
“I have, please, I’ve been good,” Yunho gasped. “I’m a good boy. I am.”
Junsu took a very deep breath.
“Help me get him off,” Yoochun whispered.
“H-how?” Junsu asked.
“He likes biting,” Yoochun said. “Softly, don’t leave marks.” He demonstrated by nipping at Yunho’s taut neck. “Technically, no clothes are allowed to come off. So as much as I would love to drop under the table and suck Yunho’s thick cock into my mouth, I could get fired.”
“You could get fired for this,” Yunho pointed out, still breathless and needy. He squirmed under Yoochun’s ministrations.
“Yes,” Yoochun said, “but I won’t. And Yunho is a voyeur, Su-ah. He loves watching us kiss each other.”
Junsu smiled and leaned into Yoochun. “It’s a good thing I like kissing you.”
“Yes, it is,” Yoochun said just before their lips met again.
“Oh, god, please, please,” Yunho whimpered and gasped while Yoochun massaged his cock and kissed Junsu deeply.
“You’re being too noisy,” Yoochun said and broke away from Junsu’s lips with a wet slurp that had Yunho’s cock pulsing under his hand. Yoochun loosened Yunho’s tie, just enough to lift it over his chin and into his mouth where he tightened it back up. “Technically, it’s not off,” Yoochun said and smirked. “Be a good boy and watch, okay?”
Yunho nodded frantically.
Yoochun tugged at Junsu, half pulling him over Yunho’s lap. Quietly, he said, “If you can get a hand in his pants, do it. We are covered enough that no one will see.”
Yunho moaned and lifted his hips into Junsu’s tentative touch. Yoochun kissed Yunho’s neck, biting faint red marks into his skin. He moaned into Yunho’s ear, licking at the lobe and outer edge. Yunho gasped behind the gag, trying to thrust up into Junsu’s hand. Yoochun looked down and smiled. Junsu had gotten Yunho’s cock out of his pants through the zipper and he pumped him slowly.
“So hot, hyung,” Yoochun whispered. “Want to take you home with us. Want to fuck you from behind while you suck on Junsu’s cock. Do you want that?”
Yunho whimpered.
Junsu twisted in his lap for a better angle, but from the bar, it would only look like he moved to suck on Yunho’s jaw. “Know what I want?” Junsu whispered. “I want to fuck you while Yoochun fucks me.”
“Oh god, yes,” Yoochun moaned, his dick pulsing in his jeans. Just thinking of gripping Junsu’s plump ass and plowing into him, forcing him into Yunho had him ready to come.
And Yunho. It was only another minute of Junsu moaning into his ear, sexy things that Yoochun could not hear before Yunho was coming. Yoochun covered his mouth with his hand, muffling the loud shout and moans while Yunho shot his release over all three of them, dampening their clothes with a sticky white mess.
“Such a good boy,” Yoochun whispered and pulled at the tie to kiss Yunho’s pliant, open mouth. A moment later, Junsu was there, licking at both of their tongues and lips. Yoochun moaned and turned his head enough to kiss Junsu properly. “Want you,” Yoochun whispered, only half for the show they just put on for Yunho. “Want you so bad.”
“When we get home?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun nodded. “Maybe. God, if I manage to last until we get home.” He shifted and adjusted his erection. Junsu reached over and squeezed him through his pants. “Fuck.”
“Take me home with you,” Yunho begged.
Yoochun laughed. “Nope. Not tonight. I have to get back to work.”
Junsu pouted and put both of his hands around Yoochun’s neck. “Already?”
Yoochun smiled and kissed him, almost pulling him off Yunho’s lap and into his own. “Yes. My shift will be over soon. Have more drinks. Snuggle up with Yunho. He likes to snuggle a lot.”
Yunho voiced his agreement.
Junsu smiled and pressed a quick kiss to Yoochun’s mouth. “Okay. Go away. Go be sexy behind that bar. I like watching you work.”
It took all of Yoochun’s will power to extricate himself from Junsu’s arms to do as he was told. When he got back to the bar, Hyunjoong smiled at him. “That was beyond obvious what you just did to Yunho.”
“Maybe. You going to rat me out?”
“Of course not. There’s come on your jeans.”
“Which will increase my tips for the rest of the night.”
“Probably.” Hyunjoong yanked Yoochun to him by his belt loops and kissed him deeply, smirking when the patrons at the bar whooped at them. “I need some tips, too.”
Yoochun laughed.
---
Yunho offered them a chance to share his cab, and Yoochun took him up on that. He wanted to be home, sooner rather than later. He allowed Yunho to kiss him and Junsu goodnight despite the cab driver’s disgust. He held Junsu’s hand on the way up the stairs. His head was pleasantly buzzed and Junsu could not stop smiling.
Yoochun loved it. They collided as soon as the door shut behind them, kissing and tugging at clothes. Junsu giggled into each kiss, and giggled when Yoochun wrapped his arms around his waist, giggled when Yoochun cupped his ass.
“How drunk are you?” Yoochun asked between kisses.
“Drunk. Yunho said cute things are cuter when they are drunk and he bought me lots of drinks.”
“And more willing.”
“Yeah. He ... he said that, too. God, Yoo-Yoo ... Chunnie-ah, fuck.”
Yoochun chuckled and led them both to the bed. Junsu dropped back, arms spread and moaned. Yoochun peeled the jeans from his body and took off his clothes, leaving them both naked. He crawled over Junsu’s body, pressing kisses up and down his chest and thighs.
“Ugh, wait,” Junsu said and pushed at his shoulders.
“What?” Yoochun asked and kissed him deeply.
“Don’t ... don’t want ... don’t want to do this drunk. Everything is twisty.”
Yoochun smiled. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. It’s not like you’ll be gone in the morning.”
Junsu giggled again.
Yoochun was not sure what was funny about that statement.
“You’ll fuck me in the morning?” Junsu asked.
“Later in the morning. It’s almost four a.m.”
Junsu nodded. “Okay. Later. More kisses though.”
-----
Yoochun woke up with the sun glaring into his face. He growled at his pillow and tugged the blanket. It didn’t move, and Yoochun curled onto his side, to press against Junsu, but he wasn’t there. Blearily, Yoochun opened his eyes and lifted his head.
Junsu sat at the window, legs drawn up, arms around his knees. He wore boxers and that was all. Yoochun blinked the sleep from his eyes and pulled himself over, close enough to force his arms around Junsu’s stomach and lay his head at his hip.
Junsu smiled down at him and unfolded, giving Yoochun more room. He trailed fingertips down Yoochun’s back.
“Good morning,” Junsu whispered.
Yoochun grunted in response. He had never been a morning person.
“You like me, right, Yoochun-ah?”
“Of course,” Yoochun said, voice still rough with sleep.
“I ... I ...”
Yoochun lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I do know, but I don’t know. I thought we ... I thought you ...”
Yoochun pushed himself up. Slightly distracted by Junsu’s collarbones, he pressed a kiss to his warm skin and said, “Is this about last night? With Yunho?”
“Yes, no. Mostly.” Junsu sighed. “I know you keep saying this isn’t normal, but ... but I want normal. I want normal with you.”
Yoochun sat up and wrapped his arms around Junsu’s shoulders, pulling him close. “I’m trying to give you normal. And not just normal in terms of dating and sex. That’s only one aspect of life. You need a job and a life and friends and you need to learn and go to college even, and ... I’m trying to help you get all these things.”
“I know. And I appreciate that. Why can’t we ... why can’t ... why can’t we be together while I do everything else?”
“I know I keep saying this, but life isn’t the way it is portrayed in dramas.”
“I know that,” Junsu snapped and tried to pull away from Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun held him tightly and sighed. He pressed a kiss to Junsu’s bare shoulder. “Honestly?”
Junsu stopped his half-hearted struggle and turned.
Yoochun let him. He took both of Junsu’s hands and brought them up to his hands to kiss his knuckles. “Remember what I said last week, about rejection and acceptance?”
“Yes, but Yoochun, I ... I didn’t reject you. I ... Ask me out properly. I’ll say yes.”
Yoochun smiled. “I know you will, but that’s now. What about ... what about later? After you’ve got a job and friends and ... once you have all those things, there’s nothing to keep you here.”
“You are a stupid man.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I! You think that I’d just leave you, walk away, from you, after all you’ve done for me?”
“I would hate it if you were with me just because you felt you had to be.”
Junsu opened his mouth and then shut it, obviously remembering what Yoochun had told him about his relationship with Jaejoong. Jaejoong had been with him just because he thought he had to be.
“I don’t want you to be with me because I am helping you,” Yoochun continued.
“I know. I’m not. Well, maybe right now, but later ...”
“Don’t make a promise you might end up breaking.”
“Stop turning me into an ungrateful asshole when I’ve done nothing wrong,” Junsu said back.
Yoochun took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I--”
“You’re trying to protect yourself, I know. You’re ... Yunho-shi says that you do this a lot. You turn into yourself and close yourself off from possibilities because you’re afraid of getting hurt again and if you don’t get close to anyone then they can’t hurt you.”
Yoochun took another deep breath to tamper down his irritation. If anyone else had said that, Yoochun would have lashed out at them, but this was Junsu, and Junsu ... Junsu wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t blind to people or situations. He was learning.
That was the whole point.
Yoochun nodded. “I’m terrified of being hurt again,” he whispered. “When Jaejoong left ... I had nothing when he left. Nothing. I don’t want that again.”
Junsu cupped his cheeks and kissed him. “I like you. I like everything about you except the smoking.”
Yoochun smiled. “I like you, too.”
“Stop kissing Yunho.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “You do know he gave us both fifty thousand won for that handjob, right?”
“And now we’re prostitutes, but I’m pretty sure they make more money. Stop kissing Yunho.”
Yoochun shook his head. “I can’t promise you that. It’s part of my job. If I suddenly changed my behavior at work, the men would stop coming in and I could lose that job. I need that job.”
Junsu pouted. “Fine, fine, but for every kiss Yunho gets, I get five. And I expect you to start paying up right now, even for all the ones in the past.”
Yoochun laughed and shifted to slink down Junsu’s body. “Do these kisses have to be on your mouth?” he asked before kissing just above Junsu’s nipple and going down toward his hip.
Breathless, Junsu shook his head.
“Good.”
Part 8: Bodies
Part 6: Skin
Part 5: Lips
Part 4: Situation
Part 3: Clothes
Part 2: Laughter
Part 1: Lace
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't my pets or my toys or my slaves and that is so unfortunate.
Summary: Yoochun's eccentric uncle passes away and leaves Yoochun his pet and money to take care of it. But the pet isn't anything Yoochun is expecting, and suddenly he has to figure out how to help someone else while his own life is a fucking mess.
Warning: implied abuse, slavery, and pedophilia. Both Yoochun and Junsu are 27 when this fic starts This fic isn't really angsty. I mean ... it's going to be emotional, but it's going to have a happy ending.
A/N: This fic is for willowwing, baileymoyes and xtooline because they are awesome and I love them!
A/N2: This story has done something I didn't plan on doing; this chapter is emotional, but not the angsty one that it was supposed to be. We'll see what happens next in the world that in my brain. :)
Poster credit goes to back-to-five!! It's gorgeous! <3
Part 7:
Warning: This chapter contains a bit of YooSu+Yunho, just fyi
A few nights later, Yoochun asked, “Do you want to go to work with me?”
Junsu lifted his head, mouth popping off Yoochun’s nipple with a smack. “Huh?”
“I have to go to work,” he turned his head and found the clock, “in an hour. Do you want to come with me?”
“Why?”
Yoochun shrugged. “To see where I work, and to meet my friend Hyunjoong. He’s been bitching at me to meet you. And to get you out of this small apartment. You spend too much time here.”
“But ... I won’t bother you?”
Yoochun smiled and ran his finger down Junsu’s cheek. “I’m sure you’ll distract me if only because I can’t keep my eyes off you.”
Junsu laughed and launched himself up to Yoochun’s lips for a kiss. “That was the sweetest and most horrible line I have ever heard, and I watch dramas all day.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Part of my charm. So? Do you want to go? You can bring a writing book and practice reading the menus and signs all over the bar.”
Junsu nodded. “Okay. But we don’t have to leave yet, right?”
“No.”
“Good,” Junsu whispered and slinked back down Yoochun’s body. He ran his tongue around Yoochun’s bellybutton. “You interrupted my fun.”
Yoochun tangled a hand in Junsu’s hair and moaned while Junsu had fun.
---
When Junsu came out of the bathroom, wearing Yoochun’s jeans, the black ones from the first time they’d gone out, the ones that were too tight, too revealing, too perfect for his ass, Yoochun’s mind went blank and it took a long time to process that Junsu wore his “Fuck Me” t-shirt along with the sinfully, gorgeous, beautiful tight jeans.
“No way,” Yoochun managed, voice soft and rough. “No way. Go change.”
Junsu smiled. “No. I want to wear this.”
“No way. I work ... I work in a shady gay bar and too many men will take you up on that offer.”
Junsu continued to smile and walked toward him. He wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck. “What about you? Would you take me up on this offer?”
“Oh god,” Yoochun murmured and leaned down for a kiss.
Junsu pulled away. “You can, you know? Don’t go into work. Call in sick. Let’s fuck instead.”
Yoochun shivered. He could. He didn’t really need the money. Not from just one night. And if Junsu was going to help pay rent and his bills, and ... if his body moved while fucking in the same way that it did while giving or receiving a blow job, then Yoochun was pretty sure their fuck would be over in enough time to still make their bus, but one time wasn’t going to be enough. Yoochun wanted to bury his cock inside Junsu’s ass and never climb out.
He jerked himself away from Junsu. “Go change, please.”
“Fine, fine, but I’m wearing these jeans.” Junsu turned and headed toward the bathroom.
“Junsu.”
He smirked over his shoulder and ran his hand over his plump ass. “You pick. I change the jeans. Or I change the shirt.”
Yoochun swallowed roughly. “S-shirt.”
“Good choice.”
He sauntered the rest of the way to the bathroom. Yoochun rubbed his face harshly and tried to will away his erection with thoughts of the ahjumma.
When Junsu re-emerged again, the urge for Yoochun just to say fuck it and drag him to the bed was even stronger. He wore a blue button down shirt that he’d bought the day before and one of Yoochun’s nicer suit jackets.
“Better?” Junsu asked and turned in a circle.
“Yes. No. Want ... fuck ... “
Junsu laughed, practically skipped over to him, and kissed him. “Let’s go. We’re going to miss the bus.”
---
Junsu held court at the far corner table. Yoochun had no other way to describe it. He sat on one booth with Yunho’s arm around him, another man on his other side and three men across from them. Two men had pulled stools from the bar over to join in the conversation. Junsu’s laughter rang out over the music every now and then.
Yoochun did not know what they talked about, but the men were more than eager to teach Junsu how to spell dirty words and write sentences like, “Shove your fingers inside me while I suck on your cock.”
Yunho stole kisses on Junsu’s neck and ear, his hands constantly under the table, probably palming Junsu through his slacks if Junsu’s sighs and moments of shutting his eyes was any indication.
“He’s cute,” Hyunjoong said, not for the first time.
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah. I know.”
“How does he fuck?”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t know.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, we haven’t gotten there yet.”
“Yet.”
“Yes, yet.”
Hyunjoong smirked at him and piled drinks onto a tray to take to the table of men. Yoochun leaned over the bar to flirt with a new customer, his smiles easy and genuine. Men came and went from Junsu’s table, and as always, Yunho grew handsy-er as he grew drunker. Yoochun kept his eye on him, but knew that Yunho wouldn’t do anything mean.
“So,” Hyunjoong said and handed Yoochun a shot during a lull in customers. “I’ve been thinking.”
Yoochun took the shot and said, “Should I make the obvious comment that comes from you and thinking in the same sentence?”
Hyunjoong smirked. “This boy you have.”
“What about him?”
Hyunjoong leaned against the counter on the back and crossed his arms. “It’s a little too convenient that you met him right when your uncle died.”
Yoochun swallowed. “Yeah, so?”
“He’s in his twenties, but he can’t read, seems to not know anything about the world. He was your uncle’s pet, wasn’t he?”
Yoochun thought about lying, but stayed quiet too long.
Hyunjoong’s smirk widened.
Yoochun sighed. “Yeah. He was.”
“And now he’s your pet?”
“No! I’m helping him.” Yoochun told Hyunjoong about the lawyer, the will, and the last few weeks (minus the sexy parts).
Hyunjoong nodded. “That definitely seems like something you would do. Save all the puppies. Recycle. Clean up the world. Save the whales.”
“Shut up. I wasn't just going to throw him out.”
“I know. Just giving you a hard time. So are you dating?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Not really. I mean, we fool around a little because he wants to--”
“So do you.”
“--but I’m trying to teach him enough to live on his own, right now. He can’t rely on me for the rest of his life.”
Hyunjoong was still nodding. “I totally get that, but I still think you should tap that. Especially if he’s willing.”
“Maybe.”
“Yoochun-ah!”
Yoochun turned to the tables and smiled at Junsu who was waving him over.
“Take a break,” Hyunjoong said. “We’re not busy.”
Yoochun nodded his thanks and went over to the table. Junsu sat almost in Yunho’s lap, one leg thrown over his thigh. Yunho’s hand slid up the seam of the tight jeans, fingers edging closer and closer to Junsu’s obviously firm erection.
“Yunho-shi says that you kiss him all the time.”
Yoochun sat next to Yunho and leaned over to press a lingering kiss on his cheek pulling a whimper from Yunho. “I do indeed.”
“Why?” Junsu asked with a pout. “Yunho-shi is married.”
“I know that. A kiss is nothing, Junsu.”
Junsu bit his lower lip and Yunho leaned over with a moan to kiss it away. But Junsu turned his head away.
“If you don’t want him to kiss you just say so. Yunho is nice. He won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
“But ... I thought ... we ... Us.”
Yoochun understood and frowned. “It’s only been a few days, Junsu.”
“I know, but ... “
Yoochun leaned over Yunho’s lap, pulled Junsu to him with a firm hand on the back of his neck. Their lips met, and Yunho moaned. Yoochun felt Junsu smile and he deepened the kiss, giving Yunho a show of lips, teeth, and tongues.
“Do you want to press the boundaries of what is legal and not legal at this bar?” Yoochun asked.
“Oh god yes, please,” Yunho begged.
Junsu bit his lip in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“This is not a sex club,” Yoochun said and let his hand drop to Yunho’s lap. He pressed the heel of his palm firmly down on Yunho’s erection and twisted his hand. Yunho moaned, slouching lower. One arm pulled at Yoochun’s hip. Yoochun fought his own moan. Yunho’s cock was gorgeous, thick and long. More than once, he had stroked off to thoughts of Yunho fucking him with his monster of an erection.
Junsu looked at Yunho and said cautiously, “Do you do this every night?”
Yoochun smiled and licked at the side of Yunho’s mouth. “No. Only when Yunho is being a very good boy.”
Yunho whimpered. “Please, please.”
“And he’s been good, hasn’t he, Junsu? He’s helping you read and write, and buying you drinks.” Yoochun gripped Yunho’s erection through his slacks and squeezed roughly.
“I have, please, I’ve been good,” Yunho gasped. “I’m a good boy. I am.”
Junsu took a very deep breath.
“Help me get him off,” Yoochun whispered.
“H-how?” Junsu asked.
“He likes biting,” Yoochun said. “Softly, don’t leave marks.” He demonstrated by nipping at Yunho’s taut neck. “Technically, no clothes are allowed to come off. So as much as I would love to drop under the table and suck Yunho’s thick cock into my mouth, I could get fired.”
“You could get fired for this,” Yunho pointed out, still breathless and needy. He squirmed under Yoochun’s ministrations.
“Yes,” Yoochun said, “but I won’t. And Yunho is a voyeur, Su-ah. He loves watching us kiss each other.”
Junsu smiled and leaned into Yoochun. “It’s a good thing I like kissing you.”
“Yes, it is,” Yoochun said just before their lips met again.
“Oh, god, please, please,” Yunho whimpered and gasped while Yoochun massaged his cock and kissed Junsu deeply.
“You’re being too noisy,” Yoochun said and broke away from Junsu’s lips with a wet slurp that had Yunho’s cock pulsing under his hand. Yoochun loosened Yunho’s tie, just enough to lift it over his chin and into his mouth where he tightened it back up. “Technically, it’s not off,” Yoochun said and smirked. “Be a good boy and watch, okay?”
Yunho nodded frantically.
Yoochun tugged at Junsu, half pulling him over Yunho’s lap. Quietly, he said, “If you can get a hand in his pants, do it. We are covered enough that no one will see.”
Yunho moaned and lifted his hips into Junsu’s tentative touch. Yoochun kissed Yunho’s neck, biting faint red marks into his skin. He moaned into Yunho’s ear, licking at the lobe and outer edge. Yunho gasped behind the gag, trying to thrust up into Junsu’s hand. Yoochun looked down and smiled. Junsu had gotten Yunho’s cock out of his pants through the zipper and he pumped him slowly.
“So hot, hyung,” Yoochun whispered. “Want to take you home with us. Want to fuck you from behind while you suck on Junsu’s cock. Do you want that?”
Yunho whimpered.
Junsu twisted in his lap for a better angle, but from the bar, it would only look like he moved to suck on Yunho’s jaw. “Know what I want?” Junsu whispered. “I want to fuck you while Yoochun fucks me.”
“Oh god, yes,” Yoochun moaned, his dick pulsing in his jeans. Just thinking of gripping Junsu’s plump ass and plowing into him, forcing him into Yunho had him ready to come.
And Yunho. It was only another minute of Junsu moaning into his ear, sexy things that Yoochun could not hear before Yunho was coming. Yoochun covered his mouth with his hand, muffling the loud shout and moans while Yunho shot his release over all three of them, dampening their clothes with a sticky white mess.
“Such a good boy,” Yoochun whispered and pulled at the tie to kiss Yunho’s pliant, open mouth. A moment later, Junsu was there, licking at both of their tongues and lips. Yoochun moaned and turned his head enough to kiss Junsu properly. “Want you,” Yoochun whispered, only half for the show they just put on for Yunho. “Want you so bad.”
“When we get home?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun nodded. “Maybe. God, if I manage to last until we get home.” He shifted and adjusted his erection. Junsu reached over and squeezed him through his pants. “Fuck.”
“Take me home with you,” Yunho begged.
Yoochun laughed. “Nope. Not tonight. I have to get back to work.”
Junsu pouted and put both of his hands around Yoochun’s neck. “Already?”
Yoochun smiled and kissed him, almost pulling him off Yunho’s lap and into his own. “Yes. My shift will be over soon. Have more drinks. Snuggle up with Yunho. He likes to snuggle a lot.”
Yunho voiced his agreement.
Junsu smiled and pressed a quick kiss to Yoochun’s mouth. “Okay. Go away. Go be sexy behind that bar. I like watching you work.”
It took all of Yoochun’s will power to extricate himself from Junsu’s arms to do as he was told. When he got back to the bar, Hyunjoong smiled at him. “That was beyond obvious what you just did to Yunho.”
“Maybe. You going to rat me out?”
“Of course not. There’s come on your jeans.”
“Which will increase my tips for the rest of the night.”
“Probably.” Hyunjoong yanked Yoochun to him by his belt loops and kissed him deeply, smirking when the patrons at the bar whooped at them. “I need some tips, too.”
Yoochun laughed.
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Yunho offered them a chance to share his cab, and Yoochun took him up on that. He wanted to be home, sooner rather than later. He allowed Yunho to kiss him and Junsu goodnight despite the cab driver’s disgust. He held Junsu’s hand on the way up the stairs. His head was pleasantly buzzed and Junsu could not stop smiling.
Yoochun loved it. They collided as soon as the door shut behind them, kissing and tugging at clothes. Junsu giggled into each kiss, and giggled when Yoochun wrapped his arms around his waist, giggled when Yoochun cupped his ass.
“How drunk are you?” Yoochun asked between kisses.
“Drunk. Yunho said cute things are cuter when they are drunk and he bought me lots of drinks.”
“And more willing.”
“Yeah. He ... he said that, too. God, Yoo-Yoo ... Chunnie-ah, fuck.”
Yoochun chuckled and led them both to the bed. Junsu dropped back, arms spread and moaned. Yoochun peeled the jeans from his body and took off his clothes, leaving them both naked. He crawled over Junsu’s body, pressing kisses up and down his chest and thighs.
“Ugh, wait,” Junsu said and pushed at his shoulders.
“What?” Yoochun asked and kissed him deeply.
“Don’t ... don’t want ... don’t want to do this drunk. Everything is twisty.”
Yoochun smiled. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. It’s not like you’ll be gone in the morning.”
Junsu giggled again.
Yoochun was not sure what was funny about that statement.
“You’ll fuck me in the morning?” Junsu asked.
“Later in the morning. It’s almost four a.m.”
Junsu nodded. “Okay. Later. More kisses though.”
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Yoochun woke up with the sun glaring into his face. He growled at his pillow and tugged the blanket. It didn’t move, and Yoochun curled onto his side, to press against Junsu, but he wasn’t there. Blearily, Yoochun opened his eyes and lifted his head.
Junsu sat at the window, legs drawn up, arms around his knees. He wore boxers and that was all. Yoochun blinked the sleep from his eyes and pulled himself over, close enough to force his arms around Junsu’s stomach and lay his head at his hip.
Junsu smiled down at him and unfolded, giving Yoochun more room. He trailed fingertips down Yoochun’s back.
“Good morning,” Junsu whispered.
Yoochun grunted in response. He had never been a morning person.
“You like me, right, Yoochun-ah?”
“Of course,” Yoochun said, voice still rough with sleep.
“I ... I ...”
Yoochun lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I do know, but I don’t know. I thought we ... I thought you ...”
Yoochun pushed himself up. Slightly distracted by Junsu’s collarbones, he pressed a kiss to his warm skin and said, “Is this about last night? With Yunho?”
“Yes, no. Mostly.” Junsu sighed. “I know you keep saying this isn’t normal, but ... but I want normal. I want normal with you.”
Yoochun sat up and wrapped his arms around Junsu’s shoulders, pulling him close. “I’m trying to give you normal. And not just normal in terms of dating and sex. That’s only one aspect of life. You need a job and a life and friends and you need to learn and go to college even, and ... I’m trying to help you get all these things.”
“I know. And I appreciate that. Why can’t we ... why can’t ... why can’t we be together while I do everything else?”
“I know I keep saying this, but life isn’t the way it is portrayed in dramas.”
“I know that,” Junsu snapped and tried to pull away from Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun held him tightly and sighed. He pressed a kiss to Junsu’s bare shoulder. “Honestly?”
Junsu stopped his half-hearted struggle and turned.
Yoochun let him. He took both of Junsu’s hands and brought them up to his hands to kiss his knuckles. “Remember what I said last week, about rejection and acceptance?”
“Yes, but Yoochun, I ... I didn’t reject you. I ... Ask me out properly. I’ll say yes.”
Yoochun smiled. “I know you will, but that’s now. What about ... what about later? After you’ve got a job and friends and ... once you have all those things, there’s nothing to keep you here.”
“You are a stupid man.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I! You think that I’d just leave you, walk away, from you, after all you’ve done for me?”
“I would hate it if you were with me just because you felt you had to be.”
Junsu opened his mouth and then shut it, obviously remembering what Yoochun had told him about his relationship with Jaejoong. Jaejoong had been with him just because he thought he had to be.
“I don’t want you to be with me because I am helping you,” Yoochun continued.
“I know. I’m not. Well, maybe right now, but later ...”
“Don’t make a promise you might end up breaking.”
“Stop turning me into an ungrateful asshole when I’ve done nothing wrong,” Junsu said back.
Yoochun took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I--”
“You’re trying to protect yourself, I know. You’re ... Yunho-shi says that you do this a lot. You turn into yourself and close yourself off from possibilities because you’re afraid of getting hurt again and if you don’t get close to anyone then they can’t hurt you.”
Yoochun took another deep breath to tamper down his irritation. If anyone else had said that, Yoochun would have lashed out at them, but this was Junsu, and Junsu ... Junsu wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t blind to people or situations. He was learning.
That was the whole point.
Yoochun nodded. “I’m terrified of being hurt again,” he whispered. “When Jaejoong left ... I had nothing when he left. Nothing. I don’t want that again.”
Junsu cupped his cheeks and kissed him. “I like you. I like everything about you except the smoking.”
Yoochun smiled. “I like you, too.”
“Stop kissing Yunho.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “You do know he gave us both fifty thousand won for that handjob, right?”
“And now we’re prostitutes, but I’m pretty sure they make more money. Stop kissing Yunho.”
Yoochun shook his head. “I can’t promise you that. It’s part of my job. If I suddenly changed my behavior at work, the men would stop coming in and I could lose that job. I need that job.”
Junsu pouted. “Fine, fine, but for every kiss Yunho gets, I get five. And I expect you to start paying up right now, even for all the ones in the past.”
Yoochun laughed and shifted to slink down Junsu’s body. “Do these kisses have to be on your mouth?” he asked before kissing just above Junsu’s nipple and going down toward his hip.
Breathless, Junsu shook his head.
“Good.”
Part 8: Bodies
Part 6: Skin
Part 5: Lips
Part 4: Situation
Part 3: Clothes
Part 2: Laughter
Part 1: Lace
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