Under the Bleachers 2/2
Title: Under the Bleachers 2/2
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. Here's the good stuff, baby!!!! I know you're probably sleeping, but I didn't realize you lived on the other side of the ocean from me, so I am sorry! But here it is for when you wake up! Happy Birthday, darling!!!
They lay, side by side, staring at each other’s naked bodies and then Junsu propped up on an elbow. He kissed Yoochun’s shuddering lips, and with his free hand traced his fingers around his chest and stomach. Yoochun moaned and whimpered, skin jerking with each touch to sensitive spots on his sides and around his nipples.
Junsu wrapped his hand around Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun broke away with a cry and thrust his hips up into the touch. He’d done this to Yoochun before, and yet it never ceased to amaze him how beautiful Yoochun was when he dropped his barriers and let himself be free from his shyness.
Junsu kissed him again, stroking slowly and erratically. He didn’t want Yoochun to come yet. He kissed back down his body, until he was lying between Yoochun’s spread legs, his face at Yoochun’s crotch. He licked up the length of Yoochun’s cock once, and Yoochun whimpered.
“P-Please, Su.”
“I will. Hang on.”
Junsu grabbed the bottle of lube and covered his fingers in it. He rubbed the slickness up and down, between Yoochun’s cheeks. Yoochun moaned and squirmed, hips thrusting again.
Junsu leaned down and took the head of Yoochun’s cock into his mouth. He let Yoochun buck up, pushing more into his throat and then settled into a rhythm of sucking and touching. He held his finger against Yoochun’s clenching hole, and then very carefully he pressed one finger past the ring of muscle.
Yoochun hissed, but said nothing else so Junsu pressed deeper, slowly. When he pulled the finger out, Yoochun whimpered.
“Hang on, baby,” Junsu said around his cock, although he was sure Yoochun didn’t understand. He put more lube on his fingers and pressed in again. Yoochun moaned. Junsu was patient. Well, he could be patient. With this anyway. He slid that one finger in and out of Yoochun until Yoochun was whimpering, and Yoochun’s cock was pulsing in his mouth. He added more lube and then added another finger, slowly, but Yoochun’s lustful whimpers turned to ones of discomfort.
Junsu let his cock fall from his mouth. “Baby?”
“I’m … okay. I’m okay, Su, please, it’s just … uncomfortable.”
“It doesn’t hurt?”
Eyes shut tight, Yoochun shook his head. “No.”
And Junsu believed him, because Yoochun’s cock was still hard as a rock. “Okay,” he said. He slipped his lips around Yoochun’s cock and then back into his mouth. Yoochun moaned, again lustful. Junsu fucked him with those two fingers for longer than he had the one, adding lube again when he had too. He spread his fingers apart as much as he could, twisting and crooking them.
Yunho had told him about his prostate once, that pleasure center of nerves, and he searched for Yoochun’s. Even if he didn’t hit it, he’d use the searching to stretch Yoochun further.
And then quiet suddenly Yoochun cried out and gasped and jerked his hips up harshly. Junsu gagged on his cock.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered, voice breaking a bit.
“You okay?”
“Yes, god, yes, that felt good.”
Junsu smiled; he’d managed to find it after all. He twisted his fingers again, and Yoochun cried out again.
“Suck on me, Su, please … I …”
“Are you going to come, Yoochun?”
“No, but … yeah … I don’t know, please. Fuck, please.”
Junsu sucked on him again, worked his fingers faster, slid his tongue around the head of his cock. Yoochun jerked every time the tip of Junsu’s fingers brushed his prostate.
And then Junsu slowed back down again. Yoochun’s body was tight clenching around his fingers. He kept them buried and then crawled up to Yoochun’s lips. He kissed him, Yoochun’s breath gasping.
He added a third finger, and Yoochun whimpered in pain.
“Su, that … that hurts. Su.”
“I know. Hang on.” He added more lube and tried again. More whimpers. And Yoochun’s cock had gone soft.
“It’s too much,” Junsu whispered, “we’ll-“
“No, please,” Yoochun said, eyes squeezed shut. “I’m … okay. Just … give me a minute.”
Junsu sat there, unmoving as Yoochun continued to clench around him. The sun had set and now the only light beneath the bleachers came from the parking lot, hundreds of feet away. Shadows darkened their bodies.
“Move them, please, Move them. See if … yeah … it will help. Please.”
Junsu slowly slid his fingers in and out, in and out. But Yoochun’s breath came faster, and a single tear dripped down his cheek.
Junsu kissed it away. “That’s enough. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Yoochun tried to smile, and when Junsu tried to remove his hand, Yoochun grabbed his wrist. “It’s losing your virginity, Su. It’s going to hurt whether you do it now or if you do it in two weeks. Please.”
Junsu bit his lip and kissed Yoochun.
“Please. If you do it now, then we have sex for the next two weeks instead of waiting.”
Junsu smiled. “Good persuasion tactic.” He kissed Yoochun deeply, and kissed him for long minutes until trying to move his fingers again.
Yoochun moaned, but didn’t break from the kiss. His hands were clenching Junsu’s shoulders, his nails digging into the skin. When Junsu twisted and spread his fingers again, Yoochun yanked away and almost screamed. Junsu couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure, but at this point, his cock was so hard that he wasn’t going to stop unless Yoochun actually said to stop.
He kissed Yoochun’s body harshly, sucking on his nipples and biting his stomach and chest. He took Yoochun’s cock in his hand again, stroking it back to hardness as his fingers sped up.
Yoochun was shaking like a leaf, his hands tightly wrapped in Junsu’s hair.
Junsu sucked on him again. Quickly, harsh. He wanted Yoochun to come now. Now, now, now. He started saying the word, over an over, the vibrations on Yoochun’s cock making him gasp.
“Su, fuck, Su, I’m going to … come. Please, I … shit.”
Junsu sped up his fingers, in and out, twisting.
Yoochun cried out. His body convulsed, his cock jerked in Junsu’s throat. Junsu had never swallowed for him before, but he wanted Yoochun to have as much pleasure as he could, so he didn’t pull away at the warning pulse in his mouth.
The first shot of come hit the back of his throat and he gagged, but had no time to recover as more followed it, warm, salty and heady in his mouth. He tried to swallow, and then gagged again. Yoochun’s cock fell from his mouth, the last bit of come pumping onto Yoochun’s stomach. Junsu turned his head away and spit and coughed, and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Shit is nasty,” he said.
Yoochun tried to laugh. “I warned you.”
“I know. Thought I’d try it.”
Yoochun smiled, and then tugged on Junsu’s arm. Junsu let himself be pulled up. Their arms wrapped around each other and Yoochun kissed him. Almost immediately he broke away and made a face. “Yep. Nasty.”
Junsu laughed. “Well, if I have to suffer, so do you.” And he forced a tongue reaching kiss on him. After a few minutes, neither noticed the taste.
“You ready?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. It’s going to hurt, huh?”
“Probably. But if I can offer you some comfort, it’s that I’m going to come in about three seconds inside of you, so it won’t hurt for very long.”
Yoochun smiled. “Okay. Take care of me?”
Junsu kissed him. “Of course. Always.”
“Always, huh?”
Junsu smiled. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
Junsu kissed him one more time, and then kneeled. He covered his cock in lube, and then added more to his fingers. Yoochun’s eyes shut with a quiet moan as Junsu pressed fingers into him again. He ran his hands up and down Yoochun’s thighs, before gripping behind his knees and pushing up to spread him open. Yoochun’s breath was quick again, but not like it had been before.
“Just try to relax, and don’t forget to breathe.”
Yoochun nodded.
Already his cock throbbed just from how slick it was, and he rubbed himself over Yoochun a couple times, gasping.
“Su, god.”
“Sorry, baby. It feels good.”
Junsu held himself against Yoochun’s opening. He pushed in, eyes crossing when the head of his cock broke past the ring of muscles. Yoochun cried out, neck arching. Fingers digging into Junsu’s arms, and Junsu was concerned, he was, but god, it felt so good. So much better than anything he ever thought, and he should have pulled out, but he was doing everything he could not to thrust as hard as he could and really hurt Yoochun, but shit, it was too good. So tight. So tight around him and clenching and sliding, and he pulled out and in, pushing further, and they both cried out and Junsu’s body shook and he pushed again.
Yoochun gripped around him, through him, and in the buzzing filling his head he could hear him whimpering, and moaning. And Junsu shut his eyes, forced himself to hold still, but with Yoochun’s body tightening around him, he couldn’t stand it, and with one more quick in and out, he came, filling Yoochun up.
He fell over Yoochun, elbows by his face again and the movement pushed him further into Yoochun. He could barely breathe, and then Yoochun’s body hitched below him, and he pried his eyes open.
Yoochun was crying, eyes shut tight, and Junsu was quick to kiss him.
“I’m sorry, Chunnie. Did I-was that-fuck, are you okay?”
Yoochun nodded. “It … just hurts a bit.”
Junsu moved his hips to pull out, but Yoochun shook his head. “No. It’s … okay, just … stay there for another second.”
“With how tightly you’re body is holding me, I don’t think I could leave even if I wanted to.”
Yoochun smiled.
Junsu kissed him again, kissing the tears on his cheeks, and brushing his eyelashes with his lips. Almost unconsciously, Junsu moved, a slow in and out, and they both moaned.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said.
“Sorry.”
“No, no. Do it again. Do it again.”
Junsu thrust into him again, a little more forceful, and Yoochun sighed and whimpered again.
“Okay?”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. It’s … it doesn’t hurt as much.”
Junsu kissed him, and continued his slow thrusts.
It was minutes or hours later that Yoochun broke away and demanded, “More, more, Su. Please. More.”
And Junsu gave it to him, speeding up, thrusting harder. He pushed back up to his knees, and then held Yoochun’s legs, watching as he slid in and out of Yoochun’s body. He grabbed Yoochun’s hardening cock and stroked him, hands slick with lube. The night was cool, but it didn’t take long for sweat to gather on their skin, shimmering in the dim light.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Yoochun,” Junsu said. “I lo-I am so lucky to have you.”
Yoochun smiled, not missing the almost confession. “Me, too,” he whispered. “To both.”
Junsu grinned, happy that if the three words weren’t out there, at least the feelings were.
“God, Su, I’m … going … Shit.”
Junsu stroked him faster, trying to match the thrusts into his body, but not quite. Yoochun didn’t seem to care though, as his cock pulsed in Junsu’s hand and he came onto his stomach and chest.
Junsu was not ready for the feel of Yoochun’s body clenching during coming, and it felt like something was sucking him hard and fast. His eyes shut, and with only a few more thrusts into Yoochun’s body, he came again with a cry. He collapsed on Yoochun, out of breath. Yoochun shifted, and they both shivered and whimpered when Junsu’s cock slipped out of him.
Yoochun wrapped his arms around Junsu and kissed his shoulder and neck.
“You’re heavy,” he whispered.
Junsu laughed. “Sorry.” He moved to one side, and they cuddled together, lips meeting in quiet kisses.
“Thank you,” Yoochun whispered.
“Um … okay.”
“I mean it. You … you could have just taken me and made this awful for me and good for you, but you didn’t. So thank you.”
Junsu smiled. “Well, thank you, for planning it all. I … I really didn’t want to pressure you.”
“You didn’t. I promise this is what I wanted.”
“Me, too.”
They settled together with Yoochun’s head on Junsu’s chest. Junsu was drifting off when Yoochun shuddered.
“It’s cold.”
Junsu nodded a bit. “Did you bring anything to clean us up with?”
“No.”
“Eh, just use my white tank. I’ll toss it in the laundry when I get home.”
Yoochun pulled away from him, and without his heat, Junsu grew cold quickly. He found his clothes scattered around and dressed. He checked his phone. He’d missed three calls from Hyukjae and two from his brother. He sent them both apology texts and told Junho that he was on his way home.
As soon as they were both clothed, Yoochun gathered up the blanket and the empty food cartons and they walked away from the bleachers.
Junsu took his hand.
“Um, Su?”
Junsu shrugged. “Let them know,” he said. “I want them all to know.”
Yoochun smiled as Junsu brought his hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it. “Does that mean I can hold your hand at school?”
“That means you can slam me up against a locker and kiss me in the middle of the hallway at school.”
Yoochun laughed. “I don’t think I’ll go that far yet.”
Junsu kissed his cheek. He walked Yoochun home and on his porch in the dim light, he kissed Yoochun softly.
Yoochun smiled and then cleared his throat and looked away.
“What?”
“I … I …” He took a deep breath as he opened his sketchbook. He held it so Junsu couldn’t see it, and then tore out a page.
“This is for you,” he said, and then before Junsu could look at it, Yoochun was inside his house.
It was a drawing of him and his brother, laughing. They were both dressed in their soccer gear. Junho had his arm around Junsu and was hanging on him, his face half hidden in Junsu’s shoulder. Junsu’s was smiling, eyes crinkled, arms trying to keep Junho up. The detail was extraordinary.
In the bottom corner it said, “This is the smile I fell in love with.”
=♥-♥-♥=
The next morning, Junsu practically ran to school. He told Junho most (his brother didn’t want the details) of what happened the night before and that Junsu wasn’t planning on hiding their relationship anymore. When Junsu showed him Yoochun’s picture, Junho smirked.
“I’m in this picture too,” Junho had said. “He’s not secretly in love with me, is he?”
Junsu had slugged him.
And now he was ducking around people, only saying ‘hi’ briefly to his friends, on a search for Yoochun. He found him at his locker, taking out books.
Without waiting for Yoochun to even see him, Junsu grabbed his arm, spun him, threw him up against his locker and kissed him.
Yoochun squeaked in surprise, and then, after the shock had worn off, tangled his hands in Junsu’s hair and kissed back.
The hallway around them went silent.
Junsu pulled away slowly, reluctantly, and pressed their foreheads together. He traced the pad of his thumb along Yoochun’s cheek.
Yoochun swallowed and then said, “I thought I was supposed to do that to you.”
Junsu laughed and kissed him again. “I love the drawing. You ran away before I could thank you for it, so I’m thanking you now.”
Yoochun blushed and ducked his head.
“Um, Su-“
Junsu turned only enough to look at Hyukjae. “Yeah?” he replied, voice full of warning.
Hyukjae swallowed. “Um-class … yeah, you’re gonna be late for class.”
Junsu smiled and turned to Yoochun. “Walk with me?”
Yoochun nodded. Junsu moved far enough away that Yoochun could shut his locker. Everyone in the hall was staring at them. Junsu held out his hand.
And the animosity, discrimination and parental disapproval wouldn’t matter as long as Yoochun always smiled like he did as he laced their fingers together.
Part 1: Cozier. Romantic
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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. Here's the good stuff, baby!!!! I know you're probably sleeping, but I didn't realize you lived on the other side of the ocean from me, so I am sorry! But here it is for when you wake up! Happy Birthday, darling!!!
They lay, side by side, staring at each other’s naked bodies and then Junsu propped up on an elbow. He kissed Yoochun’s shuddering lips, and with his free hand traced his fingers around his chest and stomach. Yoochun moaned and whimpered, skin jerking with each touch to sensitive spots on his sides and around his nipples.
Junsu wrapped his hand around Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun broke away with a cry and thrust his hips up into the touch. He’d done this to Yoochun before, and yet it never ceased to amaze him how beautiful Yoochun was when he dropped his barriers and let himself be free from his shyness.
Junsu kissed him again, stroking slowly and erratically. He didn’t want Yoochun to come yet. He kissed back down his body, until he was lying between Yoochun’s spread legs, his face at Yoochun’s crotch. He licked up the length of Yoochun’s cock once, and Yoochun whimpered.
“P-Please, Su.”
“I will. Hang on.”
Junsu grabbed the bottle of lube and covered his fingers in it. He rubbed the slickness up and down, between Yoochun’s cheeks. Yoochun moaned and squirmed, hips thrusting again.
Junsu leaned down and took the head of Yoochun’s cock into his mouth. He let Yoochun buck up, pushing more into his throat and then settled into a rhythm of sucking and touching. He held his finger against Yoochun’s clenching hole, and then very carefully he pressed one finger past the ring of muscle.
Yoochun hissed, but said nothing else so Junsu pressed deeper, slowly. When he pulled the finger out, Yoochun whimpered.
“Hang on, baby,” Junsu said around his cock, although he was sure Yoochun didn’t understand. He put more lube on his fingers and pressed in again. Yoochun moaned. Junsu was patient. Well, he could be patient. With this anyway. He slid that one finger in and out of Yoochun until Yoochun was whimpering, and Yoochun’s cock was pulsing in his mouth. He added more lube and then added another finger, slowly, but Yoochun’s lustful whimpers turned to ones of discomfort.
Junsu let his cock fall from his mouth. “Baby?”
“I’m … okay. I’m okay, Su, please, it’s just … uncomfortable.”
“It doesn’t hurt?”
Eyes shut tight, Yoochun shook his head. “No.”
And Junsu believed him, because Yoochun’s cock was still hard as a rock. “Okay,” he said. He slipped his lips around Yoochun’s cock and then back into his mouth. Yoochun moaned, again lustful. Junsu fucked him with those two fingers for longer than he had the one, adding lube again when he had too. He spread his fingers apart as much as he could, twisting and crooking them.
Yunho had told him about his prostate once, that pleasure center of nerves, and he searched for Yoochun’s. Even if he didn’t hit it, he’d use the searching to stretch Yoochun further.
And then quiet suddenly Yoochun cried out and gasped and jerked his hips up harshly. Junsu gagged on his cock.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered, voice breaking a bit.
“You okay?”
“Yes, god, yes, that felt good.”
Junsu smiled; he’d managed to find it after all. He twisted his fingers again, and Yoochun cried out again.
“Suck on me, Su, please … I …”
“Are you going to come, Yoochun?”
“No, but … yeah … I don’t know, please. Fuck, please.”
Junsu sucked on him again, worked his fingers faster, slid his tongue around the head of his cock. Yoochun jerked every time the tip of Junsu’s fingers brushed his prostate.
And then Junsu slowed back down again. Yoochun’s body was tight clenching around his fingers. He kept them buried and then crawled up to Yoochun’s lips. He kissed him, Yoochun’s breath gasping.
He added a third finger, and Yoochun whimpered in pain.
“Su, that … that hurts. Su.”
“I know. Hang on.” He added more lube and tried again. More whimpers. And Yoochun’s cock had gone soft.
“It’s too much,” Junsu whispered, “we’ll-“
“No, please,” Yoochun said, eyes squeezed shut. “I’m … okay. Just … give me a minute.”
Junsu sat there, unmoving as Yoochun continued to clench around him. The sun had set and now the only light beneath the bleachers came from the parking lot, hundreds of feet away. Shadows darkened their bodies.
“Move them, please, Move them. See if … yeah … it will help. Please.”
Junsu slowly slid his fingers in and out, in and out. But Yoochun’s breath came faster, and a single tear dripped down his cheek.
Junsu kissed it away. “That’s enough. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Yoochun tried to smile, and when Junsu tried to remove his hand, Yoochun grabbed his wrist. “It’s losing your virginity, Su. It’s going to hurt whether you do it now or if you do it in two weeks. Please.”
Junsu bit his lip and kissed Yoochun.
“Please. If you do it now, then we have sex for the next two weeks instead of waiting.”
Junsu smiled. “Good persuasion tactic.” He kissed Yoochun deeply, and kissed him for long minutes until trying to move his fingers again.
Yoochun moaned, but didn’t break from the kiss. His hands were clenching Junsu’s shoulders, his nails digging into the skin. When Junsu twisted and spread his fingers again, Yoochun yanked away and almost screamed. Junsu couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure, but at this point, his cock was so hard that he wasn’t going to stop unless Yoochun actually said to stop.
He kissed Yoochun’s body harshly, sucking on his nipples and biting his stomach and chest. He took Yoochun’s cock in his hand again, stroking it back to hardness as his fingers sped up.
Yoochun was shaking like a leaf, his hands tightly wrapped in Junsu’s hair.
Junsu sucked on him again. Quickly, harsh. He wanted Yoochun to come now. Now, now, now. He started saying the word, over an over, the vibrations on Yoochun’s cock making him gasp.
“Su, fuck, Su, I’m going to … come. Please, I … shit.”
Junsu sped up his fingers, in and out, twisting.
Yoochun cried out. His body convulsed, his cock jerked in Junsu’s throat. Junsu had never swallowed for him before, but he wanted Yoochun to have as much pleasure as he could, so he didn’t pull away at the warning pulse in his mouth.
The first shot of come hit the back of his throat and he gagged, but had no time to recover as more followed it, warm, salty and heady in his mouth. He tried to swallow, and then gagged again. Yoochun’s cock fell from his mouth, the last bit of come pumping onto Yoochun’s stomach. Junsu turned his head away and spit and coughed, and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Shit is nasty,” he said.
Yoochun tried to laugh. “I warned you.”
“I know. Thought I’d try it.”
Yoochun smiled, and then tugged on Junsu’s arm. Junsu let himself be pulled up. Their arms wrapped around each other and Yoochun kissed him. Almost immediately he broke away and made a face. “Yep. Nasty.”
Junsu laughed. “Well, if I have to suffer, so do you.” And he forced a tongue reaching kiss on him. After a few minutes, neither noticed the taste.
“You ready?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. It’s going to hurt, huh?”
“Probably. But if I can offer you some comfort, it’s that I’m going to come in about three seconds inside of you, so it won’t hurt for very long.”
Yoochun smiled. “Okay. Take care of me?”
Junsu kissed him. “Of course. Always.”
“Always, huh?”
Junsu smiled. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
Junsu kissed him one more time, and then kneeled. He covered his cock in lube, and then added more to his fingers. Yoochun’s eyes shut with a quiet moan as Junsu pressed fingers into him again. He ran his hands up and down Yoochun’s thighs, before gripping behind his knees and pushing up to spread him open. Yoochun’s breath was quick again, but not like it had been before.
“Just try to relax, and don’t forget to breathe.”
Yoochun nodded.
Already his cock throbbed just from how slick it was, and he rubbed himself over Yoochun a couple times, gasping.
“Su, god.”
“Sorry, baby. It feels good.”
Junsu held himself against Yoochun’s opening. He pushed in, eyes crossing when the head of his cock broke past the ring of muscles. Yoochun cried out, neck arching. Fingers digging into Junsu’s arms, and Junsu was concerned, he was, but god, it felt so good. So much better than anything he ever thought, and he should have pulled out, but he was doing everything he could not to thrust as hard as he could and really hurt Yoochun, but shit, it was too good. So tight. So tight around him and clenching and sliding, and he pulled out and in, pushing further, and they both cried out and Junsu’s body shook and he pushed again.
Yoochun gripped around him, through him, and in the buzzing filling his head he could hear him whimpering, and moaning. And Junsu shut his eyes, forced himself to hold still, but with Yoochun’s body tightening around him, he couldn’t stand it, and with one more quick in and out, he came, filling Yoochun up.
He fell over Yoochun, elbows by his face again and the movement pushed him further into Yoochun. He could barely breathe, and then Yoochun’s body hitched below him, and he pried his eyes open.
Yoochun was crying, eyes shut tight, and Junsu was quick to kiss him.
“I’m sorry, Chunnie. Did I-was that-fuck, are you okay?”
Yoochun nodded. “It … just hurts a bit.”
Junsu moved his hips to pull out, but Yoochun shook his head. “No. It’s … okay, just … stay there for another second.”
“With how tightly you’re body is holding me, I don’t think I could leave even if I wanted to.”
Yoochun smiled.
Junsu kissed him again, kissing the tears on his cheeks, and brushing his eyelashes with his lips. Almost unconsciously, Junsu moved, a slow in and out, and they both moaned.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said.
“Sorry.”
“No, no. Do it again. Do it again.”
Junsu thrust into him again, a little more forceful, and Yoochun sighed and whimpered again.
“Okay?”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. It’s … it doesn’t hurt as much.”
Junsu kissed him, and continued his slow thrusts.
It was minutes or hours later that Yoochun broke away and demanded, “More, more, Su. Please. More.”
And Junsu gave it to him, speeding up, thrusting harder. He pushed back up to his knees, and then held Yoochun’s legs, watching as he slid in and out of Yoochun’s body. He grabbed Yoochun’s hardening cock and stroked him, hands slick with lube. The night was cool, but it didn’t take long for sweat to gather on their skin, shimmering in the dim light.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Yoochun,” Junsu said. “I lo-I am so lucky to have you.”
Yoochun smiled, not missing the almost confession. “Me, too,” he whispered. “To both.”
Junsu grinned, happy that if the three words weren’t out there, at least the feelings were.
“God, Su, I’m … going … Shit.”
Junsu stroked him faster, trying to match the thrusts into his body, but not quite. Yoochun didn’t seem to care though, as his cock pulsed in Junsu’s hand and he came onto his stomach and chest.
Junsu was not ready for the feel of Yoochun’s body clenching during coming, and it felt like something was sucking him hard and fast. His eyes shut, and with only a few more thrusts into Yoochun’s body, he came again with a cry. He collapsed on Yoochun, out of breath. Yoochun shifted, and they both shivered and whimpered when Junsu’s cock slipped out of him.
Yoochun wrapped his arms around Junsu and kissed his shoulder and neck.
“You’re heavy,” he whispered.
Junsu laughed. “Sorry.” He moved to one side, and they cuddled together, lips meeting in quiet kisses.
“Thank you,” Yoochun whispered.
“Um … okay.”
“I mean it. You … you could have just taken me and made this awful for me and good for you, but you didn’t. So thank you.”
Junsu smiled. “Well, thank you, for planning it all. I … I really didn’t want to pressure you.”
“You didn’t. I promise this is what I wanted.”
“Me, too.”
They settled together with Yoochun’s head on Junsu’s chest. Junsu was drifting off when Yoochun shuddered.
“It’s cold.”
Junsu nodded a bit. “Did you bring anything to clean us up with?”
“No.”
“Eh, just use my white tank. I’ll toss it in the laundry when I get home.”
Yoochun pulled away from him, and without his heat, Junsu grew cold quickly. He found his clothes scattered around and dressed. He checked his phone. He’d missed three calls from Hyukjae and two from his brother. He sent them both apology texts and told Junho that he was on his way home.
As soon as they were both clothed, Yoochun gathered up the blanket and the empty food cartons and they walked away from the bleachers.
Junsu took his hand.
“Um, Su?”
Junsu shrugged. “Let them know,” he said. “I want them all to know.”
Yoochun smiled as Junsu brought his hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it. “Does that mean I can hold your hand at school?”
“That means you can slam me up against a locker and kiss me in the middle of the hallway at school.”
Yoochun laughed. “I don’t think I’ll go that far yet.”
Junsu kissed his cheek. He walked Yoochun home and on his porch in the dim light, he kissed Yoochun softly.
Yoochun smiled and then cleared his throat and looked away.
“What?”
“I … I …” He took a deep breath as he opened his sketchbook. He held it so Junsu couldn’t see it, and then tore out a page.
“This is for you,” he said, and then before Junsu could look at it, Yoochun was inside his house.
It was a drawing of him and his brother, laughing. They were both dressed in their soccer gear. Junho had his arm around Junsu and was hanging on him, his face half hidden in Junsu’s shoulder. Junsu’s was smiling, eyes crinkled, arms trying to keep Junho up. The detail was extraordinary.
In the bottom corner it said, “This is the smile I fell in love with.”
=♥-♥-♥=
The next morning, Junsu practically ran to school. He told Junho most (his brother didn’t want the details) of what happened the night before and that Junsu wasn’t planning on hiding their relationship anymore. When Junsu showed him Yoochun’s picture, Junho smirked.
“I’m in this picture too,” Junho had said. “He’s not secretly in love with me, is he?”
Junsu had slugged him.
And now he was ducking around people, only saying ‘hi’ briefly to his friends, on a search for Yoochun. He found him at his locker, taking out books.
Without waiting for Yoochun to even see him, Junsu grabbed his arm, spun him, threw him up against his locker and kissed him.
Yoochun squeaked in surprise, and then, after the shock had worn off, tangled his hands in Junsu’s hair and kissed back.
The hallway around them went silent.
Junsu pulled away slowly, reluctantly, and pressed their foreheads together. He traced the pad of his thumb along Yoochun’s cheek.
Yoochun swallowed and then said, “I thought I was supposed to do that to you.”
Junsu laughed and kissed him again. “I love the drawing. You ran away before I could thank you for it, so I’m thanking you now.”
Yoochun blushed and ducked his head.
“Um, Su-“
Junsu turned only enough to look at Hyukjae. “Yeah?” he replied, voice full of warning.
Hyukjae swallowed. “Um-class … yeah, you’re gonna be late for class.”
Junsu smiled and turned to Yoochun. “Walk with me?”
Yoochun nodded. Junsu moved far enough away that Yoochun could shut his locker. Everyone in the hall was staring at them. Junsu held out his hand.
And the animosity, discrimination and parental disapproval wouldn’t matter as long as Yoochun always smiled like he did as he laced their fingers together.
Part 1: Cozier. Romantic
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