Under the Bleachers 1/2
Title: Under the Bleachers 1/2
Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, but maybe I can borrow them for a little while? No ... *pouts*
Summary: Junsu and Yoochun have been dating for six months. Junsu has been waiting for six months.
This fic is for suju_shinki. It is her birthday, and she wanted soccer!Su and shy!artistic!Yoochun. Well, technically it's her birthday tomorrow, so I'm being really mean and cutting this into two parts. You get the good stuff tomorrow, baby. Happy Birthday, darling!!!
“You guys go ahead. I’m going to run a few more laps.”
Junsu’s team members shook their heads. “You’re crazy, Su. Let’s just go.”
“Naw. I gotta stay in shape, guys.”
Even the coach looked ready to tell him to rest.
But then Junho slapped Hyukjae’s shoulder and said, “I told you guys he was the crazy twin. Come on. Let’s go shower.”
Hyukjae frowned, but said, “My house later?”
Junsu nodded. “Of course. I never miss the chance of kicking your ass at video games.”
Hyukjae snorted.
Junsu traded handshakes with the guys.
“You owe me,” Junho said as he passed and slapped Junsu’s shoulder.
Junsu nodded. “I know.”
Just to keep up appearances, Junsu started running around the track. He was fucking exhausted, and there was only one thing he wanted more than he wanted a shower and a nap.
It was getting harder and harder to hide from everyone at school. Only Junho knew about his secret. And only Junho would know. Four months. Four months until he got out of there and they didn’t have to hide anymore.
Yoochun didn’t want to hide at all, but he understood Junsu’s reasons. With a religious family and expectations piled on his shoulders, Yoochun didn’t blame him. And they never fought about it. A few times at school, Yoochun would reach for his hand, and then snatch it back with a frown, but it was the only time, Junsu ever felt his unhappiness.
Junsu waited until he was sure all the guys were in the locker room and then he cut across the field-at something not quite a sprint-slowing once he got around the back of the bleachers. It wasn’t the best place for privacy, but with the sun setting and throwing everything around them in shadows, only those walking right next to the bleachers would see them.
Yoochun was already there, and he looked up from his sketchbook when he heard Junsu’s cleats on the gravel.
“Hey,” he said with a big smile.
“Hi.”
“Practice went long.”
“We have a game in two days, so yeah.”
“It’s better this way,” Yoochun said, gesturing around the shadowy enclosure. “Cozier, romantic.”
Junsu scoffed, but his heart felt like bursting. “You brought a blanket?”
After swallowing (something Junsu did not miss), Yoochun nodded. “And..”
He turned around and pulled out three take away containers from behind his back.
“Dinner. Because I know you’re starving.”
Junsu grinned wider. “Oh my god, Chunnie, you’re amazing.” He kneeled on the blanket in front of Yoochun. Yoochun was sitting cross-legged, his sketchbook in his lap. Junsu put his hands on Yoochun’s knees and kissed him. He’d only meant for it to be a small kiss of gratitude, but Yoochun’s fingers feathered up his neck and tangled in his sweaty hair. Junsu moved the sketchbook, and then leaned forward, forcing Yoochun to put his hands behind him for balance. He didn’t flinch or pause when Junsu swiped his tongue over his lower lip. He whimpered, and his mouth opened immediately, their tongues tangling together.
But when Junsu tried to get him to lie down, Yoochun put a hand on his shoulder.
“Eat, Su. Before it goes bad.”
Junsu smiled. “I think I’m hungry for something else right now. How ‘bout it, Chunnie? Gonna let me swallow something today?”
Yoochun blushed and looked away. But he was smiling, biting his lower lip. “Maybe.”
Junsu laughed. He fell to his side, propped up on an elbow. He ran his fingers up and down Yoochun’s thigh. “You should feed me.”
“Feed you what?” Yoochun said with another shy smile.
Junsu laughed again. “I meant the food, you pervert. I’m really tired, and sore, and-“
“I’m working on something,” Yoochun said, pulling the sketchbook back into his lap.
Junsu caught a glimpse of penciled lines, legs, and that was it, before Yoochun turned it away and continued drawing. Junsu held back a sigh. He’d stopped pestering Yoochun to see his drawings a long time ago.
He sat up enough to open the container and he ate while Yoochun drew.
“Am I supposed to be saving you some of this?” Junsu asked after he’d emptied the container of rice and kimchi.
“No. It’s all for you.”
“Awesome.”
Junsu was notorious for how fast he could eat, but he was aiming for a world record on this one. He couldn’t take his eyes from Yoochun, and Yoochun kept biting his bottom lip in concentration, sketching lines and erasing, and then drawing more, and Junsu had to have him, had to have him under him and their lips together, and even if Yoochun wouldn’t let him do anything else, he wanted at least that.
Junsu tossed the last carton away, and then said, “You better move your sketch pad because I’m going to jump you in three seconds. One.”
The corner of Yoochun’s lips turned up.
“Two.”
Yoochun met his eyes. “You count slow.”
Junsu growled and launched himself at Yoochun. Yoochun laughed, holding his sketchbook away as Junsu’s lips attached to his neck. His fingers dug into Yoochun’s sides.
“Su, Su! Stop it,” Yoochun said, still laughing. “Come on, stop.”
Junsu pulled away only far enough to lay his hands on Yoochun’s chest and push him to his back. He very carefully took the sketchbook from Yoochun’s hands. He closed it, without looking because Yoochun didn’t want him to see yet, and then he set it on top of Yoochun’s backpack.
“Thanks for dinner,” Junsu said.
Yoochun smiled and glanced away. Very quietly he said, “Dessert now, if you want it?” and then shyly looked up at Junsu.
Junsu moaned. “If I want it,” he said and fell, so his elbows were on either side of Yoochun’s face. He readjusted his hips and thrust against Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun’s eyes shut with a groan.
Junsu pressed their lips together. Almost immediately, Yoochun’s hands were in his hair again, his hips lifting to press into Junsu’s body. Junsu grunted in surprise and continued to frot against him.
When Yoochun broke away from the kiss, breathing harsh, eyes shut, Junsu kissed his cheek, and whispered, “You know, I have this really shy boyfriend. Do you know where went?”
Yoochun smiled a bit, and then whimpered. He arched his neck, hands scrabbling on Junsu’s back as more moans were pulled from his throat. He dug fingers into the muscles on Junsu’s body, and then down his arms until he could grab his ass.
Junsu made a noise of surprise as Yoochun tried to press their bodies closer. His knees bent, and Junsu had to shift to lie completely on top of him. Their erections slid together as Yoochun lifted his hips again.
“Fuck, Chunnie, what..?”
And Yoochun kissed him, deeply, tongue reaching into his mouth. Over and over.
“This would feel better without clothes,” Junsu said carefully.
Yoochun swallowed and nodded. “Yes, no clothes. No clothes sounds like a great idea.”
Junsu looked at him carefully. “Are you sure?”
Yoochun nodded. “Please, Junsu.”
Junsu scoffed. “Baby, you don’t have to beg me. Just tell me what you want, and you can have it.”
“I-I don’t know what I want, Junsu. You, though. Just you.”
Junsu nodded. “Okay.” He pushed up to his knees. He grabbed the hem of Yoochun’s t-shirt and pulled it over his head.
Yoochun tugged on Junsu’s shirt. “Yours, too. Off. Off.”
Junsu took his soccer jersey off, the tank underneath it soon followed. And then Yoochun sat up, arms wrapping around his waist and lips attaching to Junsu’s skin. Junsu moaned, and tangled his hands in Yoochun’s long hair.
Yoochun never took the initiative when they were together. Never. He was still nervous and unsure. Only rarely did Yoochun let Junsu do enough to make them come. Only twice had he given Yoochun a blowjob.
Yoochun’s mouth closed over Junsu’s left nipple and Junsu had to bite his lip against a scream.
Junsu shut his eyes in bliss and let Yoochun explore his chest and stomach. When his hands started pushing down the band of Junsu’s shorts, Junsu very carefully took him by the wrists and made him look up at him.
“What are you doing, Yoochun?”
Yoochun bit his lip and looked away. “I…”
“You don’t have to do this. Am I pressuring you too much or-“
He shook his head. “I-I want this, Su, I do.”
Junsu’s breath caught, because he finally realized that Yoochun wanted more. More than the hand jobs and blowjobs and frotting.
He captured Yoochun’s lips in a soft kiss. “Are you sure, baby?”
A quick nod, and then Yoochun twisted from his grasp. He latched onto the strap of his bag with his fingers and pulled it towards them. He unzipped a compartment. His cheeks were bright red, and Junsu knew it wasn’t from the light of the sunset streaming through the seats of the bleachers.
“I … I-“ He shoved the bag at Junsu.
Junsu took it and stuck his hand in the side pocket. His fingers hit cool plastic, and he pulled out a red bottle.
“Yoochun,” Junsu said in disbelief.
“You want it, too,” Yoochun said. “You do.”
Junsu put both the bag and the bottle of lube on the ground. “I do, but not if you’re-“
“I am, Su. I’m ready and-”
Junsu cupped his face in his hands and kissed him. “You will tell me if you change your mind, and you will tell me if you want me to stop, okay? Promise me.”
Yoochun nodded. “Promise, but Su, I …”
Junsu kissed him. “What, baby?”
“I don’t know. I want you.”
“You need to relax, okay? Just-“ Junsu pushed him back to the blanket. Yoochun was shaking. “You are not ready for this.”
“I am, please, Su, I’m … I’m nervous, but-” And then his cheeks went even redder and the blush spread to his neck.
“What?”
“I … last night, when I was … I-”
Junsu stopped staring at him. Yoochun was able to talk more easily without Junsu’s gaze on him. He leaned over his body and started kissing his chest.
“What happened last night, Chunnie?”
“God, I - I jerked off and fingered myself,” he said, voice hitching with embarrassment.
Junsu moaned and licked Yoochun’s nipple. Fuck, Yoochun was fingering himself? Junsu’s cock was twice as hard just imagining it. “And?”
“And it felt good, and all I could think about was having you do that to me and … please, Su, please.”
“Shh, baby, it’s alright. I will. I promise, but you have to stop me if it hurts or if you don’t like it.”
“I will.”
Junsu continued to lick around Yoochun’s chest and Yoochun’s hands tangled in his hair again. He wasn’t doing this to give Yoochun more time, or to turn Yoochun on. He was doing it to calm himself down. He was as much a virgin as Yoochun was, but he had more experience.
Yunho, his last boyfriend, had tried to force him into sex, but Junsu had still been unsure of who he was sexually and wasn’t sure if he wanted to go all the way. Only a few days later, he’d called Junsu a tease and broke up with him, not giving Junsu the time he needed. And now, a year later, he was very glad he hadn’t had sex with Yunho.
He and Yoochun had been together since the beginning of the summer, almost six months, and he liked Yoochun a lot more than he like Yunho. He never wanted Yoochun to feel the same pressure he had from Yunho.
Junsu moved his kisses and bites down to Yoochun’s smooth stomach. Yoochun was trying to kick off his shoes and push his jeans down at the same time.
Junsu chuckled. “Patience, Yoochun.”
“I … I can’t, Su. If you go too slow, I’m going to change my mind.”
Junsu sighed and pushed up, sitting on Yoochun’s knees. His hard on tented his soccer shorts, and Yoochun stared at it and swallowed.
“You’re not ready for this,” Junsu whispered and touched his cheek.
“I am,” Yoochun said adamantly and leaned into the touch. His hands unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his zipper. “I’m nervous and-and I promised, if I change my mind, I’ll tell you but the longer you take the better chance I’m going to rethink this and-”
Junsu leaned down and kissed him.
Yoochun took advantage of the space and pushed his jeans and boxers down. “Please, Su,” he said against his lips.
Junsu made Yoochun meet his eyes again. And he searched for fear. But there was none. A fierce determination and definitely nervousness, but no fear. Junsu kissed his lips briefly and then moved off Yoochun so he could pull the rest of his clothes off. Junsu kicked his cleats off, pulled off his socks and finished undressing.
Part 2: More. Please.
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Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, but maybe I can borrow them for a little while? No ... *pouts*
Summary: Junsu and Yoochun have been dating for six months. Junsu has been waiting for six months.
This fic is for suju_shinki. It is her birthday, and she wanted soccer!Su and shy!artistic!Yoochun. Well, technically it's her birthday tomorrow, so I'm being really mean and cutting this into two parts. You get the good stuff tomorrow, baby. Happy Birthday, darling!!!
“You guys go ahead. I’m going to run a few more laps.”
Junsu’s team members shook their heads. “You’re crazy, Su. Let’s just go.”
“Naw. I gotta stay in shape, guys.”
Even the coach looked ready to tell him to rest.
But then Junho slapped Hyukjae’s shoulder and said, “I told you guys he was the crazy twin. Come on. Let’s go shower.”
Hyukjae frowned, but said, “My house later?”
Junsu nodded. “Of course. I never miss the chance of kicking your ass at video games.”
Hyukjae snorted.
Junsu traded handshakes with the guys.
“You owe me,” Junho said as he passed and slapped Junsu’s shoulder.
Junsu nodded. “I know.”
Just to keep up appearances, Junsu started running around the track. He was fucking exhausted, and there was only one thing he wanted more than he wanted a shower and a nap.
It was getting harder and harder to hide from everyone at school. Only Junho knew about his secret. And only Junho would know. Four months. Four months until he got out of there and they didn’t have to hide anymore.
Yoochun didn’t want to hide at all, but he understood Junsu’s reasons. With a religious family and expectations piled on his shoulders, Yoochun didn’t blame him. And they never fought about it. A few times at school, Yoochun would reach for his hand, and then snatch it back with a frown, but it was the only time, Junsu ever felt his unhappiness.
Junsu waited until he was sure all the guys were in the locker room and then he cut across the field-at something not quite a sprint-slowing once he got around the back of the bleachers. It wasn’t the best place for privacy, but with the sun setting and throwing everything around them in shadows, only those walking right next to the bleachers would see them.
Yoochun was already there, and he looked up from his sketchbook when he heard Junsu’s cleats on the gravel.
“Hey,” he said with a big smile.
“Hi.”
“Practice went long.”
“We have a game in two days, so yeah.”
“It’s better this way,” Yoochun said, gesturing around the shadowy enclosure. “Cozier, romantic.”
Junsu scoffed, but his heart felt like bursting. “You brought a blanket?”
After swallowing (something Junsu did not miss), Yoochun nodded. “And..”
He turned around and pulled out three take away containers from behind his back.
“Dinner. Because I know you’re starving.”
Junsu grinned wider. “Oh my god, Chunnie, you’re amazing.” He kneeled on the blanket in front of Yoochun. Yoochun was sitting cross-legged, his sketchbook in his lap. Junsu put his hands on Yoochun’s knees and kissed him. He’d only meant for it to be a small kiss of gratitude, but Yoochun’s fingers feathered up his neck and tangled in his sweaty hair. Junsu moved the sketchbook, and then leaned forward, forcing Yoochun to put his hands behind him for balance. He didn’t flinch or pause when Junsu swiped his tongue over his lower lip. He whimpered, and his mouth opened immediately, their tongues tangling together.
But when Junsu tried to get him to lie down, Yoochun put a hand on his shoulder.
“Eat, Su. Before it goes bad.”
Junsu smiled. “I think I’m hungry for something else right now. How ‘bout it, Chunnie? Gonna let me swallow something today?”
Yoochun blushed and looked away. But he was smiling, biting his lower lip. “Maybe.”
Junsu laughed. He fell to his side, propped up on an elbow. He ran his fingers up and down Yoochun’s thigh. “You should feed me.”
“Feed you what?” Yoochun said with another shy smile.
Junsu laughed again. “I meant the food, you pervert. I’m really tired, and sore, and-“
“I’m working on something,” Yoochun said, pulling the sketchbook back into his lap.
Junsu caught a glimpse of penciled lines, legs, and that was it, before Yoochun turned it away and continued drawing. Junsu held back a sigh. He’d stopped pestering Yoochun to see his drawings a long time ago.
He sat up enough to open the container and he ate while Yoochun drew.
“Am I supposed to be saving you some of this?” Junsu asked after he’d emptied the container of rice and kimchi.
“No. It’s all for you.”
“Awesome.”
Junsu was notorious for how fast he could eat, but he was aiming for a world record on this one. He couldn’t take his eyes from Yoochun, and Yoochun kept biting his bottom lip in concentration, sketching lines and erasing, and then drawing more, and Junsu had to have him, had to have him under him and their lips together, and even if Yoochun wouldn’t let him do anything else, he wanted at least that.
Junsu tossed the last carton away, and then said, “You better move your sketch pad because I’m going to jump you in three seconds. One.”
The corner of Yoochun’s lips turned up.
“Two.”
Yoochun met his eyes. “You count slow.”
Junsu growled and launched himself at Yoochun. Yoochun laughed, holding his sketchbook away as Junsu’s lips attached to his neck. His fingers dug into Yoochun’s sides.
“Su, Su! Stop it,” Yoochun said, still laughing. “Come on, stop.”
Junsu pulled away only far enough to lay his hands on Yoochun’s chest and push him to his back. He very carefully took the sketchbook from Yoochun’s hands. He closed it, without looking because Yoochun didn’t want him to see yet, and then he set it on top of Yoochun’s backpack.
“Thanks for dinner,” Junsu said.
Yoochun smiled and glanced away. Very quietly he said, “Dessert now, if you want it?” and then shyly looked up at Junsu.
Junsu moaned. “If I want it,” he said and fell, so his elbows were on either side of Yoochun’s face. He readjusted his hips and thrust against Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun’s eyes shut with a groan.
Junsu pressed their lips together. Almost immediately, Yoochun’s hands were in his hair again, his hips lifting to press into Junsu’s body. Junsu grunted in surprise and continued to frot against him.
When Yoochun broke away from the kiss, breathing harsh, eyes shut, Junsu kissed his cheek, and whispered, “You know, I have this really shy boyfriend. Do you know where went?”
Yoochun smiled a bit, and then whimpered. He arched his neck, hands scrabbling on Junsu’s back as more moans were pulled from his throat. He dug fingers into the muscles on Junsu’s body, and then down his arms until he could grab his ass.
Junsu made a noise of surprise as Yoochun tried to press their bodies closer. His knees bent, and Junsu had to shift to lie completely on top of him. Their erections slid together as Yoochun lifted his hips again.
“Fuck, Chunnie, what..?”
And Yoochun kissed him, deeply, tongue reaching into his mouth. Over and over.
“This would feel better without clothes,” Junsu said carefully.
Yoochun swallowed and nodded. “Yes, no clothes. No clothes sounds like a great idea.”
Junsu looked at him carefully. “Are you sure?”
Yoochun nodded. “Please, Junsu.”
Junsu scoffed. “Baby, you don’t have to beg me. Just tell me what you want, and you can have it.”
“I-I don’t know what I want, Junsu. You, though. Just you.”
Junsu nodded. “Okay.” He pushed up to his knees. He grabbed the hem of Yoochun’s t-shirt and pulled it over his head.
Yoochun tugged on Junsu’s shirt. “Yours, too. Off. Off.”
Junsu took his soccer jersey off, the tank underneath it soon followed. And then Yoochun sat up, arms wrapping around his waist and lips attaching to Junsu’s skin. Junsu moaned, and tangled his hands in Yoochun’s long hair.
Yoochun never took the initiative when they were together. Never. He was still nervous and unsure. Only rarely did Yoochun let Junsu do enough to make them come. Only twice had he given Yoochun a blowjob.
Yoochun’s mouth closed over Junsu’s left nipple and Junsu had to bite his lip against a scream.
Junsu shut his eyes in bliss and let Yoochun explore his chest and stomach. When his hands started pushing down the band of Junsu’s shorts, Junsu very carefully took him by the wrists and made him look up at him.
“What are you doing, Yoochun?”
Yoochun bit his lip and looked away. “I…”
“You don’t have to do this. Am I pressuring you too much or-“
He shook his head. “I-I want this, Su, I do.”
Junsu’s breath caught, because he finally realized that Yoochun wanted more. More than the hand jobs and blowjobs and frotting.
He captured Yoochun’s lips in a soft kiss. “Are you sure, baby?”
A quick nod, and then Yoochun twisted from his grasp. He latched onto the strap of his bag with his fingers and pulled it towards them. He unzipped a compartment. His cheeks were bright red, and Junsu knew it wasn’t from the light of the sunset streaming through the seats of the bleachers.
“I … I-“ He shoved the bag at Junsu.
Junsu took it and stuck his hand in the side pocket. His fingers hit cool plastic, and he pulled out a red bottle.
“Yoochun,” Junsu said in disbelief.
“You want it, too,” Yoochun said. “You do.”
Junsu put both the bag and the bottle of lube on the ground. “I do, but not if you’re-“
“I am, Su. I’m ready and-”
Junsu cupped his face in his hands and kissed him. “You will tell me if you change your mind, and you will tell me if you want me to stop, okay? Promise me.”
Yoochun nodded. “Promise, but Su, I …”
Junsu kissed him. “What, baby?”
“I don’t know. I want you.”
“You need to relax, okay? Just-“ Junsu pushed him back to the blanket. Yoochun was shaking. “You are not ready for this.”
“I am, please, Su, I’m … I’m nervous, but-” And then his cheeks went even redder and the blush spread to his neck.
“What?”
“I … last night, when I was … I-”
Junsu stopped staring at him. Yoochun was able to talk more easily without Junsu’s gaze on him. He leaned over his body and started kissing his chest.
“What happened last night, Chunnie?”
“God, I - I jerked off and fingered myself,” he said, voice hitching with embarrassment.
Junsu moaned and licked Yoochun’s nipple. Fuck, Yoochun was fingering himself? Junsu’s cock was twice as hard just imagining it. “And?”
“And it felt good, and all I could think about was having you do that to me and … please, Su, please.”
“Shh, baby, it’s alright. I will. I promise, but you have to stop me if it hurts or if you don’t like it.”
“I will.”
Junsu continued to lick around Yoochun’s chest and Yoochun’s hands tangled in his hair again. He wasn’t doing this to give Yoochun more time, or to turn Yoochun on. He was doing it to calm himself down. He was as much a virgin as Yoochun was, but he had more experience.
Yunho, his last boyfriend, had tried to force him into sex, but Junsu had still been unsure of who he was sexually and wasn’t sure if he wanted to go all the way. Only a few days later, he’d called Junsu a tease and broke up with him, not giving Junsu the time he needed. And now, a year later, he was very glad he hadn’t had sex with Yunho.
He and Yoochun had been together since the beginning of the summer, almost six months, and he liked Yoochun a lot more than he like Yunho. He never wanted Yoochun to feel the same pressure he had from Yunho.
Junsu moved his kisses and bites down to Yoochun’s smooth stomach. Yoochun was trying to kick off his shoes and push his jeans down at the same time.
Junsu chuckled. “Patience, Yoochun.”
“I … I can’t, Su. If you go too slow, I’m going to change my mind.”
Junsu sighed and pushed up, sitting on Yoochun’s knees. His hard on tented his soccer shorts, and Yoochun stared at it and swallowed.
“You’re not ready for this,” Junsu whispered and touched his cheek.
“I am,” Yoochun said adamantly and leaned into the touch. His hands unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his zipper. “I’m nervous and-and I promised, if I change my mind, I’ll tell you but the longer you take the better chance I’m going to rethink this and-”
Junsu leaned down and kissed him.
Yoochun took advantage of the space and pushed his jeans and boxers down. “Please, Su,” he said against his lips.
Junsu made Yoochun meet his eyes again. And he searched for fear. But there was none. A fierce determination and definitely nervousness, but no fear. Junsu kissed his lips briefly and then moved off Yoochun so he could pull the rest of his clothes off. Junsu kicked his cleats off, pulled off his socks and finished undressing.
Part 2: More. Please.
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