Just Add Water (Bandmates Part 1/4)
Title: Just Add Water (Bandmates Part 1/4)
Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (implied OT5)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would take care of them
Summary: JaeSuChun have just returned from Japan. They only have two days.
Poster credit goes to 0xkaiia0x! Thank you! It's perfect!
Hot water pounded against Yoochun’s scalp. He pushed wet strands of hair away from his neck, letting the spray hit his face for a few seconds. He leaned forward, water pummeling his shoulders and sliding down his back. He took a deep breath and stood, hand on the wall for support, as the hot water slowly relaxed his muscles.
And then someone knocked on the door and came in.
“Dude, Yoochun,” Yunho said, “you’ve been in there for fifteen minutes.”
“I’m trying to relax.”
“Well, I need a shower.”
“Then come and take a shower. You’ll be done way before I am.”
“You always hog the water though,” Yunho said, but Yoochun could hear him getting undressed.
“I share the water.”
Yunho laughed. He flipped the curtain open, blasting Yoochun with cold air. Yoochun curled further into the water stream.
“See?” Yunho said. “Water whore.”
Yoochun grabbed his arm and pulled him into the spray. “See? I share.”
Yunho shut his eyes against the onslaught of water.
Yoochun shivered and then pushed Yunho back an inch. “Your skin is cold.”
Yunho stood under the spray for a few more seconds, then stepped back to grab shampoo. Yoochun went back under, water reheating his skin.
“You’re going to damage your skin.”
Yoochun ignored him. Hands settled on his hips and moved him to the side. Yoochun turned a bit as Yunho leaned in to rinse his hair. Yoochun watched the soap slide over his shoulders and down his back.
“Are you okay?” Yunho asked as he moved to get conditioner, and Yoochun again took his place under the water.
“Yeah, just a bit stressed.”
“I think we all are. Tilt your head back.”
Yoochun did without even thinking about it. Yunho’s strong fingers rubbed into this scalp. Yoochun moaned and leaned into the touch. Yunho put a hand at the small of his back. “Don’t lean back, then I can’t reach.”
With difficulty, Yoochun stayed in place, water streaming on his chest and stomach. Yunho fingers started at his hair line, scratching, rubbing, sliding around his skull and then ended on this neck, thumbs digging into the muscles. Yoochun leaned into the spray when the fingers moved down to the muscles along his spine. Water and soap dribbled down his body.
Yunho’s hands moved back into Yoochun hair to rinse out the soap. And then pushed him forward, against the wall.
“Sorry,” Yunho said. “I was cold.”
Yoochun laughed and turned around, back against the wall. The outermost shower spray still hit him. He watched Yunho rinse the conditioner out of his hair, eyes shut against the spray.
A rivulet of water trickled between his pec muscles. Yoochun lifted a finger and touched Yunho’s skin, making the water fork around the obstruction. He shivered, slid both hands around Yunho’s hips and forced himself under the spray with Yunho. Yunho laughed, choked on water for a moment, and then hugged Yoochun, arms over his shoulders. Yoochun readjusted, just enough to lay his head on Yunho’s shoulder. A single drop of water trickled down behind Yunho’s ear. Unable to help himself, Yoochun licked it.
Yunho shivered. “I guess that’s one way to relieve some stress,” he said, hands sliding down Yoochun’s arms and then around his waist.
“Or at least to keep from thinking for awhile.”
“That too.”
Yunho pulled them away from the spray just enough so it wasn’t splashing into their faces. He turned, leaned Yoochun against the wall, flush against him, and then kissed him.
Yoochun groaned into his mouth, tongues immediately wrapping around each other, licking teeth and lips and the insides of mouths.
“Let me take care of you,” Yunho whispered.
Yoochun moaned something that sounded like okay.
Reaching, Yunho grabbed the bottle of conditioner and squeezed some into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and then through Yoochun’s hair. He slid his slick fingers down Yoochun’s back, between his ass to tease Yoochun’s hole. Yoochun keened and arched into him. Just as the word “more” fell from his lips, Yunho pulled his finger away and Yoochun whimpered.
“Later. You have to be cold for a moment.”
Yunho spun them, so he was in the spray and Yoochun wasn’t. He poured some of Jaejoong’s body wash into a loufa. Jaejoong’s because it was all of their favorites. Yunho didn’t necessarily like smelling like it, but he loved (and he knew that Yoochun loved) to lean into Jae’s neck just to catch a whiff of it. He scrubbed Yoochun’s body, starting at the neck and shoulder. He used his free hand to rub harder, massaging muscles along they way down. He washed his chest, fingers slick with soap swirling around Yoochun’s nipples.
“Oh, fuck,” Yoochun muttered and put a shaking hand on the wall.
Yunho bypassed Yoochun’s half erect cock and scrubbed down his thighs, bending to wash legs and feet.
“Turn around,” Yunho said as he straightened. His hand slid up the back of Yoochun’s legs to cup his ass. He turned Yoochun, but he stopped half way. Yoochun put his forearm against the tiles and leaned his head against it. Yunho washed and massaged Yoochun back for long minutes. Yoochun leaned more weight on the wall.
Yunho lathered up his hands really well, dropped the loufa and then traced fingers along Yoochun’s hip bone, up that bend in his hip, and then across his stomach, teasing his belly button with one hand while the other inched lower, tracing around Yoochun’s erect cock.
Yoochun moaned. “Yunho, please,” he whispered.
Yunho wrapped one arm securely around Yoochun’s chest. He pressed against Yoochun’s back, bodies sliding together from the soap. He took Yoochun’s erection in his hand and slowly stroked him. Yoochun’s knees gave out and he made a noise that was more groan than scream, but made Yunho’s skin shiver and dick harden. Yoochun’s head fell back and Yunho kissed and bit his neck.
“Are you okay to stand?” Yunho asked, each word punctuated with a twist around the tip of Yoochun’s cock.
Yoochun moaned.
“Well, I’m going to let you go, so lean against the wall.”
Yoochun put both hands against the wall as Yunho let go. He scraped some soap up along his way and then moved to the side. He traced his fingers up and down Yoochun’s crack, finger briefly pressing against his hole, and then pulling away when Yoochun pushed back.
“More, Yunho, please.”
Yunho gave him more. One finger up to the knuckle. Yoochun almost collapsed, knee catching the wall to keep him up. Yunho never stopped stroking his cock. One finger became two. Two became three. With every stroke inside and outside of him, Yoochun made a noise or said his name.
Yunho waited, watched for the signs, and as soon as Yoochun’s eyes fell half closed, and teeth closed around his lower lip, Yunho pulled both hands away, placing them on Yoochun’s hips as his whole body shivered and dropped, and he groaned in disappointment.
“Just a second,” Yunho whispered. He picked up the bottle of conditioner again and then coated his own neglected erection with it. It’d been a long time since he’d been with Yoochun, and he really didn’t want to wait any longer.
He put an arm back around Yoochun and used his other hand to direct his cock into Yoochun’s body. With the first press, Yoochun threw his head back and moaned Yunho’s name. Yunho shivered, glad he hadn’t stroked Yoochun off. This wasn’t going to last long enough for him to have gotten Yoochun off twice. He pushed in a bit further. Another cry. Yoochun was never this vocal, content to sigh and whimper through his orgasms.
Yunho soaked up the noises.
“More, please, move, Yunho, fuck please, more, god, more, move.”
Yunho buried himself, bodies against each other. He laid his head on Yoochun’s shoulder and listened to him beg. His hand found Yoochun’s hard cock again and started stroking slowly.
Yoochun screamed. He pushed away from the wall, and Yunho just barely kept his footing on the slick tub floor. He almost slid out of Yoochun’s body, but then Yoochun pushed back, and this time it was him that moaned.
He held Yoochun’s hips while Yoochun continued to fuck his cock, press back, and Yunho watched himself disappear into Yoochun’s willing body over and over. Yoochun’s moans increased, constant with every thrust. His body clenched around Yunho so tightly that Yunho was surprised it wasn’t over already. Pleasure streamed to his finger tips and toes.
Yoochun groaned even louder when Yunho’s firm hand wrapped around his cock again. His knees shook. The only thing that kept him from falling was the feel of Yunho’s cock filling him up. If he fell, that would go away. His muscles contracted, he shut his eyes, mouth open in a not so quiet scream. Yunho’s hand slowed, just a bit, but enough that Yoochun’s orgasm took its sweet time. Took its time building, rising. Pleasure wrapped around him, held him still, pushed against his skin and body, and then everything exploded. His legs collapsed, and Yunho held him up. Body jerking, mouth and throat and lungs crying out, Yoochun came, splattering the shower wall.
Yunho moaned as Yoochun clenched even more tightly around him. He was almost done, but Yoochun couldn’t move, just moan as Yunho took over the movements. His thrusts were quick, shallow, fighting against Yoochun’s tightening body, like he didn’t want Yunho to ever leave him. And Yunho didn’t want to.
“I love you, Yoochun-ah,” he whispered, and with a low moan lost himself in Yoochun’s body.
They stood, still connected under the spray of water. Yoochun’s head on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho’s face pressed into Yoochun’s neck.
Yunho kissed him.
“Let’s rinse you off and go to bed, yes?”
Yoochun whimpered when Yunho slid out of him, not in pain or discomfort, but in longing. He moved when Yunho pushed him under the spray. He found Yoochun’s mouth again for a kiss while he ran hands on his body to wash off the soap and clean him up. Yunho shut the water off.
Yoochun’s breath gasped in the sudden silence. Yunho swiped his hands over his own skin and then over Yoochun’s, shaking off excess water.
A warm towel wrapped around Yoochun’s body, and then Yunho tugged on his arm. “Come on,” he said, voice low.
But one step and Yoochun’s knees collapsed. He fell into Yunho.
Yunho chuckled. “Up,” he said, and put an arm under Yoochun’s knees and lifted him up.
Yoochun put his arms around Yunho and buried his face into his neck.
Yunho carried him out of the bathroom and down the hall.
“You smell like Jaejoong,” Yoochun whispered, lips against his skin.
“So do you.”
“Maybe you need to take Jaejoong’s stress away, too.”
Yunho was about to reply when Jae’s voice shouted Changmin’s name from behind a bedroom door.
Yunho smirked. “Looks like someone already is.”
“Guess we’ll get him tomorrow then.”
“We?” Yunho said, as he entered their room.
Yoochun giggled as Yunho set him on the bed. “Sure. That’d be fun.”
Yunho’s cock twitched just thinking about it. “Why stop there?” he said. “Why not just have a Dong Bang Shin Ki orgy tomorrow with all five of us?”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “Why the fuck haven’t we thought of this before?”
Yunho laughed. “Think they’ll go for it?”
“Are you kidding? I think we’ve all been thinking it but are just too scared to say something.”
Yunho smirked as he lay down next to Yoochun and gathered him close. “Well, I’ll say something. Tomorrow. But for tonight, you’re mine.”
“Good,” Yoochun said and kissed him. A kiss full of so much passion that it wasn’t long before Yunho was reaching for the drawer of the nightstand.
Bandmates 2/3: Wanna Fight?
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (implied OT5)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would take care of them
Summary: JaeSuChun have just returned from Japan. They only have two days.
Poster credit goes to 0xkaiia0x! Thank you! It's perfect!
Hot water pounded against Yoochun’s scalp. He pushed wet strands of hair away from his neck, letting the spray hit his face for a few seconds. He leaned forward, water pummeling his shoulders and sliding down his back. He took a deep breath and stood, hand on the wall for support, as the hot water slowly relaxed his muscles.
And then someone knocked on the door and came in.
“Dude, Yoochun,” Yunho said, “you’ve been in there for fifteen minutes.”
“I’m trying to relax.”
“Well, I need a shower.”
“Then come and take a shower. You’ll be done way before I am.”
“You always hog the water though,” Yunho said, but Yoochun could hear him getting undressed.
“I share the water.”
Yunho laughed. He flipped the curtain open, blasting Yoochun with cold air. Yoochun curled further into the water stream.
“See?” Yunho said. “Water whore.”
Yoochun grabbed his arm and pulled him into the spray. “See? I share.”
Yunho shut his eyes against the onslaught of water.
Yoochun shivered and then pushed Yunho back an inch. “Your skin is cold.”
Yunho stood under the spray for a few more seconds, then stepped back to grab shampoo. Yoochun went back under, water reheating his skin.
“You’re going to damage your skin.”
Yoochun ignored him. Hands settled on his hips and moved him to the side. Yoochun turned a bit as Yunho leaned in to rinse his hair. Yoochun watched the soap slide over his shoulders and down his back.
“Are you okay?” Yunho asked as he moved to get conditioner, and Yoochun again took his place under the water.
“Yeah, just a bit stressed.”
“I think we all are. Tilt your head back.”
Yoochun did without even thinking about it. Yunho’s strong fingers rubbed into this scalp. Yoochun moaned and leaned into the touch. Yunho put a hand at the small of his back. “Don’t lean back, then I can’t reach.”
With difficulty, Yoochun stayed in place, water streaming on his chest and stomach. Yunho fingers started at his hair line, scratching, rubbing, sliding around his skull and then ended on this neck, thumbs digging into the muscles. Yoochun leaned into the spray when the fingers moved down to the muscles along his spine. Water and soap dribbled down his body.
Yunho’s hands moved back into Yoochun hair to rinse out the soap. And then pushed him forward, against the wall.
“Sorry,” Yunho said. “I was cold.”
Yoochun laughed and turned around, back against the wall. The outermost shower spray still hit him. He watched Yunho rinse the conditioner out of his hair, eyes shut against the spray.
A rivulet of water trickled between his pec muscles. Yoochun lifted a finger and touched Yunho’s skin, making the water fork around the obstruction. He shivered, slid both hands around Yunho’s hips and forced himself under the spray with Yunho. Yunho laughed, choked on water for a moment, and then hugged Yoochun, arms over his shoulders. Yoochun readjusted, just enough to lay his head on Yunho’s shoulder. A single drop of water trickled down behind Yunho’s ear. Unable to help himself, Yoochun licked it.
Yunho shivered. “I guess that’s one way to relieve some stress,” he said, hands sliding down Yoochun’s arms and then around his waist.
“Or at least to keep from thinking for awhile.”
“That too.”
Yunho pulled them away from the spray just enough so it wasn’t splashing into their faces. He turned, leaned Yoochun against the wall, flush against him, and then kissed him.
Yoochun groaned into his mouth, tongues immediately wrapping around each other, licking teeth and lips and the insides of mouths.
“Let me take care of you,” Yunho whispered.
Yoochun moaned something that sounded like okay.
Reaching, Yunho grabbed the bottle of conditioner and squeezed some into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and then through Yoochun’s hair. He slid his slick fingers down Yoochun’s back, between his ass to tease Yoochun’s hole. Yoochun keened and arched into him. Just as the word “more” fell from his lips, Yunho pulled his finger away and Yoochun whimpered.
“Later. You have to be cold for a moment.”
Yunho spun them, so he was in the spray and Yoochun wasn’t. He poured some of Jaejoong’s body wash into a loufa. Jaejoong’s because it was all of their favorites. Yunho didn’t necessarily like smelling like it, but he loved (and he knew that Yoochun loved) to lean into Jae’s neck just to catch a whiff of it. He scrubbed Yoochun’s body, starting at the neck and shoulder. He used his free hand to rub harder, massaging muscles along they way down. He washed his chest, fingers slick with soap swirling around Yoochun’s nipples.
“Oh, fuck,” Yoochun muttered and put a shaking hand on the wall.
Yunho bypassed Yoochun’s half erect cock and scrubbed down his thighs, bending to wash legs and feet.
“Turn around,” Yunho said as he straightened. His hand slid up the back of Yoochun’s legs to cup his ass. He turned Yoochun, but he stopped half way. Yoochun put his forearm against the tiles and leaned his head against it. Yunho washed and massaged Yoochun back for long minutes. Yoochun leaned more weight on the wall.
Yunho lathered up his hands really well, dropped the loufa and then traced fingers along Yoochun’s hip bone, up that bend in his hip, and then across his stomach, teasing his belly button with one hand while the other inched lower, tracing around Yoochun’s erect cock.
Yoochun moaned. “Yunho, please,” he whispered.
Yunho wrapped one arm securely around Yoochun’s chest. He pressed against Yoochun’s back, bodies sliding together from the soap. He took Yoochun’s erection in his hand and slowly stroked him. Yoochun’s knees gave out and he made a noise that was more groan than scream, but made Yunho’s skin shiver and dick harden. Yoochun’s head fell back and Yunho kissed and bit his neck.
“Are you okay to stand?” Yunho asked, each word punctuated with a twist around the tip of Yoochun’s cock.
Yoochun moaned.
“Well, I’m going to let you go, so lean against the wall.”
Yoochun put both hands against the wall as Yunho let go. He scraped some soap up along his way and then moved to the side. He traced his fingers up and down Yoochun’s crack, finger briefly pressing against his hole, and then pulling away when Yoochun pushed back.
“More, Yunho, please.”
Yunho gave him more. One finger up to the knuckle. Yoochun almost collapsed, knee catching the wall to keep him up. Yunho never stopped stroking his cock. One finger became two. Two became three. With every stroke inside and outside of him, Yoochun made a noise or said his name.
Yunho waited, watched for the signs, and as soon as Yoochun’s eyes fell half closed, and teeth closed around his lower lip, Yunho pulled both hands away, placing them on Yoochun’s hips as his whole body shivered and dropped, and he groaned in disappointment.
“Just a second,” Yunho whispered. He picked up the bottle of conditioner again and then coated his own neglected erection with it. It’d been a long time since he’d been with Yoochun, and he really didn’t want to wait any longer.
He put an arm back around Yoochun and used his other hand to direct his cock into Yoochun’s body. With the first press, Yoochun threw his head back and moaned Yunho’s name. Yunho shivered, glad he hadn’t stroked Yoochun off. This wasn’t going to last long enough for him to have gotten Yoochun off twice. He pushed in a bit further. Another cry. Yoochun was never this vocal, content to sigh and whimper through his orgasms.
Yunho soaked up the noises.
“More, please, move, Yunho, fuck please, more, god, more, move.”
Yunho buried himself, bodies against each other. He laid his head on Yoochun’s shoulder and listened to him beg. His hand found Yoochun’s hard cock again and started stroking slowly.
Yoochun screamed. He pushed away from the wall, and Yunho just barely kept his footing on the slick tub floor. He almost slid out of Yoochun’s body, but then Yoochun pushed back, and this time it was him that moaned.
He held Yoochun’s hips while Yoochun continued to fuck his cock, press back, and Yunho watched himself disappear into Yoochun’s willing body over and over. Yoochun’s moans increased, constant with every thrust. His body clenched around Yunho so tightly that Yunho was surprised it wasn’t over already. Pleasure streamed to his finger tips and toes.
Yoochun groaned even louder when Yunho’s firm hand wrapped around his cock again. His knees shook. The only thing that kept him from falling was the feel of Yunho’s cock filling him up. If he fell, that would go away. His muscles contracted, he shut his eyes, mouth open in a not so quiet scream. Yunho’s hand slowed, just a bit, but enough that Yoochun’s orgasm took its sweet time. Took its time building, rising. Pleasure wrapped around him, held him still, pushed against his skin and body, and then everything exploded. His legs collapsed, and Yunho held him up. Body jerking, mouth and throat and lungs crying out, Yoochun came, splattering the shower wall.
Yunho moaned as Yoochun clenched even more tightly around him. He was almost done, but Yoochun couldn’t move, just moan as Yunho took over the movements. His thrusts were quick, shallow, fighting against Yoochun’s tightening body, like he didn’t want Yunho to ever leave him. And Yunho didn’t want to.
“I love you, Yoochun-ah,” he whispered, and with a low moan lost himself in Yoochun’s body.
They stood, still connected under the spray of water. Yoochun’s head on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho’s face pressed into Yoochun’s neck.
Yunho kissed him.
“Let’s rinse you off and go to bed, yes?”
Yoochun whimpered when Yunho slid out of him, not in pain or discomfort, but in longing. He moved when Yunho pushed him under the spray. He found Yoochun’s mouth again for a kiss while he ran hands on his body to wash off the soap and clean him up. Yunho shut the water off.
Yoochun’s breath gasped in the sudden silence. Yunho swiped his hands over his own skin and then over Yoochun’s, shaking off excess water.
A warm towel wrapped around Yoochun’s body, and then Yunho tugged on his arm. “Come on,” he said, voice low.
But one step and Yoochun’s knees collapsed. He fell into Yunho.
Yunho chuckled. “Up,” he said, and put an arm under Yoochun’s knees and lifted him up.
Yoochun put his arms around Yunho and buried his face into his neck.
Yunho carried him out of the bathroom and down the hall.
“You smell like Jaejoong,” Yoochun whispered, lips against his skin.
“So do you.”
“Maybe you need to take Jaejoong’s stress away, too.”
Yunho was about to reply when Jae’s voice shouted Changmin’s name from behind a bedroom door.
Yunho smirked. “Looks like someone already is.”
“Guess we’ll get him tomorrow then.”
“We?” Yunho said, as he entered their room.
Yoochun giggled as Yunho set him on the bed. “Sure. That’d be fun.”
Yunho’s cock twitched just thinking about it. “Why stop there?” he said. “Why not just have a Dong Bang Shin Ki orgy tomorrow with all five of us?”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “Why the fuck haven’t we thought of this before?”
Yunho laughed. “Think they’ll go for it?”
“Are you kidding? I think we’ve all been thinking it but are just too scared to say something.”
Yunho smirked as he lay down next to Yoochun and gathered him close. “Well, I’ll say something. Tomorrow. But for tonight, you’re mine.”
“Good,” Yoochun said and kissed him. A kiss full of so much passion that it wasn’t long before Yunho was reaching for the drawer of the nightstand.
Bandmates 2/3: Wanna Fight?
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