Airport Romance 2/2
Title: Airport Romance 2/2
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (very ninja!Yunho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17 (sort of, there's a bit of smut at the end, but most of it is PG-13)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but maybe I can buy a private jet and offer my serivces. Mile high club anyone?
Summary: Changmin is a successful solo artist. Junsu is a fanboy, Changmin's number one fanboy, thank you very much. Changmin knows better than getting involved with a fan ... he does. But does he care?
A/N: This piece kept crying in my head for a part two, so I did it just to get the voices to shut up.
The first part of this fic is dedicated to jirluvien who mentioned a fic about Junsu luring Changmin away in airport ... with food. This isn't quite that, but it's what i started writing based on the airport setting. AND NOW, the day I decide to add a second part ends up being her birthday, so this part is dedicated to her for her birthday! Happy Birthday, Darling ♥♥♥
“I feel … weird.”
Changmin laughed. “Why?” He shifted his backpack on the seat of the car, digging for his earbuds.
“You were at the airport and I wasn’t there. It’s weird. I always go to the airport to see you.”
“Well, I plan on making a habit of coming straight to your house when I leave the airport, is that okay?”
“Yes. Where are you?”
“We just left.”
“God, so an hour.”
“Yeah.”
Junsu sighed.
“I’m sure you can find something to occupy yourself with for an hour,” Changmin said, he belatedly remembered to hit the button to slide the partition up between him and his driver. He trusted Kibum, but only to a certain extent. Just because the man was quiet doesn’t mean he was discreet.
“I think I’ll just stare at the clock and sigh every thirty seconds.”
Changmin laughed. “You mean you don’t want to stroke one off while you think about what I’m going to do to you as soon as I get there?”
“What are you going to do to me as soon as you get here?”
“Kiss you, kiss you and hug you and kiss you some more.”
“Sounds good so far. What else do you got?”
Changmin’s cock grew hard at the tone of voice. He held the phone between his cheek and shoulder and unbuttoned his pants. “I’m going to pin you against a wall, because I have no desire to control myself as soon as I see you. You’re going to wrap your legs around my waist, and pull my hair while we kiss.”
Changmin could almost hear Junsu shudder over the phone.
“You’ll whisper something about going to the bedroom, but, I can’t wait to have you, Su. I push your shirt up and bite at your chest.”
“Play with my nipple ring,” he said, breathless.
“You have a nipple ring?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I will definitely play with that. Flick it with my fingertips.”
“Oh god.”
“Lick around it, let you feel my breath on your skin before biting the barbell and pulling.”
“Shit.”
“You like that?”
“More, fuck, Min. More.”
“I’ll lower you to the floor, right by the front door. I can’t wait to see you naked, see all of you naked, so your pants are coming off first thing and if you’re lucky, I won’t tear them as I yank them off your body. I’m going to finish what I started in the bathroom and lift your cock away from your body, lick the tip and suck the head into my mouth. And you’re so eager, Su, that all I get a mouthful of precome.”
“You’ll get more than that if you keep it up.” His voice was airy, strained and Changmin laughed.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to suck you down and swallow all of you until the head of your cock hits the back of my throat. Your head will be light and you’re not going to know which way is up as I suck on. But you’re just as eager as I am, eager to feel our bodies together, my cock in your ass.”
“Oh, fuck, yes.”
“Suck on your fingers, Su. Suck on them, get them all wet.”
Junsu moaned and Changmin heard the unmistakable slurping sounds. He sped up the movement of his own hand.
“While I’ve got your dick in my mouth, I’m going to slide a finger into your ass.”
Junsu moaned.
“In and out, fast and rough, because I don’t want to wait anymore, Su.”
“Two, please, fuck, please Changmin.”
“Anything you want, babe.”
“Oh, god.”
“Pumping them in and out of you, spreading them. I want my cock inside you now.”
“Fuck, Min, fuck, I’m … fuck. God.” Junsu whined, trying to keep his moan quiet.
Changmin jerked himself faster, thinking of Junsu coming all over his own stomach. Thinking of Junsu’s legs around his waist as he pumped into his body.
“Fuck, Changmin.”
The awe and desire in Junsu’s voice makes Changmin come all over himself. He doesn’t have to hold back his moan and he practically screams Junsu’s name. It takes a few minutes to calm his breathing down.
“Wow,” Junsu says.
“Yeah.”
“Sounds like a good plan, but there’s only one problem?”
“What?”
“Jaejoong is here, and already cooking and he expects you to eat first.”
Changmin laughed. “Oh, SuSu, you should know that food is my first love.”
Junsu laughed. “Should I be insulted?”
“No. But if you taste better than food, then I’m sure I can rearrange my priorities.”
Junsu laughed again. “God, you’re awesome, Changmin.”
There was muffled shouting through the phone, and then Junsu said, “I’m talking to Changmin!” He sighed and then chuckled. “Jae just said to stop having phone sex because you’ll get to see me soon anyway.”
Changmin laughed. “Yeah, not long now.”
“I have to go and clean myself up. It’d be embarrassing to see you with come stains all over my shirt.”
“Is it the shirt with my face on it?”
“No.”
“Too bad. I’d like to see what I look like with come all over my face.”
“Oh, fuck.”
Changmin laughed. “See you soon.”
“Yeah. Bye.”
Changmin shut his phone and smiled. He found the forgotten earbuds, leaned his head on the seat and tried to take a nap.
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Changmin had never been nervous showing up at a date’s house before. Then again, he hadn’t had a proper date in so long, that he may have just forgotten what it was like.
He was lucky that Junsu lived in a building with an underground parking garage. Kibum dropped him off with only his backpack and Changmin was quick to enter the elevator and go up to Junsu’s apartment on the eighth floor.
He wiped his hands on his jeans (clean, he’d changed in the car), trying to get rid of the cold, clammy nervousness.
He rang the bell.
The man who answered was pretty with blond hair and big eyes. Changmin recognized him from pictures Junsu had met with him.
He licked his lips, bit his lower one, tongue peaking from the corner of his mouth, and then he bowed and said, “Oh god, Shim Changmin is at my door,” under his breath.
“You must be Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong stood up and nodded, and still stood there.
“Jae!” Junsu shouted suddenly. He yanked Jaejoong away from the door and opened it wide. Junsu was as gorgeous as ever. His orange hair was spiked up, but the tips were blue. He wore nice dark jeans, a green button up shirt, and it made Changmin smile because Junsu had dressed up for him, but tried not to make it look like he dressed up.
“Do I get to come in?” Changmin asked as Junsu continued to stare at him.
Junsu smiled. “Yeah, sorry sorry.” He moved to the side.
Changmin came in and Junsu shut the door. Changmin kicked his shoes off. Jae continued to stare at him, but Junsu smiled. Changmin returned his smile and hugged him.
“Miss me?” Changmin asked, lips against his ear. He let the tip of his tongue touch the lowest piercing in his lobe.
Junsu shivered in his arms. “Yes.”
“Su-ie, you promised,” Jae whined.
Junsu pulled back from Changmin’s embrace and grinned. “Yes, I did.”
“What did you promise?”
“Ah, the whole no jumping you first before eating thing.”
Changmin let Junsu go so abruptly that Junsu stumbled. Changmin tried not to laugh as he bowed to Jaejoong. “Junsu’s biggest fear should be me falling in love with your food. The kimchi jjigae you made last time was probably the best I’d ever had.”
Jaejoong’s cheeks went pink and his tongue stuck out again as he avoided Changmin’s gaze.
Junsu rolled his eyes. He took Changmin by the elbow and led him to the kitchen. “So how was Japan?”
“Boring.”
Junsu rolled his eyes again. “I saw the pictures, Min. You didn’t have time to get bored.”
“Then would you believe lonely?” Changmin asked and stole a kiss on Junsu’s cheek.
Junsu continued to try to look unimpressed. “No. Technically, I barely know you.”
“What’s my favorite color?”
“Green.”
“Hence the shirt, huh?”
“Maybe.”
“Favorite song?”
“Wild Soul because it reminds you of what you could have been if you hadn’t been famous.”
“Favorite game.”
“Poker.”
“Favorite Picasso painting?”
Junsu again rolled his eyes. “Come on. What the hell is that?”
“I know for a fact that it was printed in a magazine about six months ago.
Junsu looked away. “It was eight months ago and it’s the Les Demoiselles pink one.”
Changmin laughed. “What is your favorite color, Junsu?”
“Orange.”
“Favorite song?”
A blush covered his cheeks, and Jaejoong laughed. “Come on, Su-ie,” Jae said. “Tell him, tell him, teh-teh-teh-teh-“
Junsu smacked his shoulder. Changmin laughed harder, and when Junsu went to sit down, an adorable pout on his face, Changmin snagged his elbow and pulled him into his lap. He pressed fingertips on his lower lip, until Junsu’s tongue darted out and licked his fingers.
Changmin’s gaze turned to smolder, but as he leaned in for a kiss, Jaejoong said, “Hey. No kissing at the table.”
Junsu pecked him on the lips anyway. “Sorry, Joongie.”
“Here. Dinner.”
Jaejoong had made kalbi and noodles. Everything was spicier than normal, but Changmin loved it. He allowed Junsu to climb into his own chair, but he held Junsu’s knee, and Junsu sat sideways and draped his leg over Changmin’s lap while they ate. After a few minutes, Jaejoong grew used to having a celebrity scarffing down his food like a starving man, and he relaxed and they laughed, and he told stories about Junsu that made Changmin’s eyebrows rise.
Junsu swore most of them were exaggerations.
“What about the mess with Hyuni? Is that an exaggeration?”
“Oh god.” Junsu put his face in his hands. “Please, please, let me get one date with him before you talk about Hyuni. He’s never going to want to see me again.”
“What happened with Hyuni?”
Jae grinned and when he opened his mouth, Junsu threw a piece of lettuce at him. “Consider this payback for every wrong, for every sin, for every single slight you have ever made towards anyone. Including the time you threw up on my Ralph Lauren pants and then set them on fire because you wanted to see what color puke burned.”
Junsu’s head hit the table.
“What happened?” Changmin asked again.
“There’s a time in every guy’s life where he has to decide if he’s gay or not, right?”
Changmin nodded.
“Hyuni was Junsu’s time.”
“God, I hate you,” Junsu muttered.
“I’ll be nice and give you the shortened version, but it had to do with boobs and moans and instant deflation.”
“Shut up. I was sixteen.”
“The aftermath was the best part though,” Jae said. “Oh, god. She spread it all around school and-”
“How long have you guys been friends?” Changmin asked suddenly, trying to spare Junsu the humiliation.
“Don’t know. Five, six years old,” Junsu said.
“You’re the one I have impress, huh?” Changmin said with a grin at Jaejoong. “The final say. Junsu’s voice of reason.”
Jae nodded and crossed his arms.
“How am I doing?”
“Okay, I guess. It’s only day one.”
“Will there be a day two?”
“Shouldn’t you be asking me that?” Junsu said.
Jae grinned. “Yes, there will be.”
“Good.”
“Can you leave now?” Junsu asked and made shooing motions with his hands.
Jae laughed. “Fine. But you have to do the dishes.”
“Don’t I always?” Junsu stood up and grabbed Changmin’s hand. “Come on.”
“Eager much?”
“Horny, yes, yes, I am.”
Changmin managed to wave a goodbye to Jaejoong before Junsu was pulling him down the hall. He opened a door and motioned Changmin inside and then slammed it shut.
“God, Jaejoong is-”
“I like him. He’s nice.”
“Yeah, he is.”
“I should hook him up with Yunho. He seems just his type.”
“Oh god, Jaejoong loves Yunho. Most of the time when we’re watching your videos, he’s looking for Yunho in the background.”
“I’ll ask him tomorrow. It’s kinda sweet how much Jaejoong cares about you,” Changmin said.
“I know, but he loves to tell those stories to people I like. It’s embarrassing, worse than my mom or my twin brother.”
“You have a brother?”
“Yes. Do you mind if we play getting to know you tomorrow?”
Changmin laughed. He snaked his arms around Junsu’s waist and leaned down the few inches in their height difference and kissed him. “That sounds like a fantastic idea.”
“I’m glad we … fuck, in the … earlier. Take the edge off.”
Changmin chuckled. He directed them to Junsu’s bed, walking him backwards. Junsu sat hard on the bed, but when he tried to move up the bed, Changmin stopped him.
“Wait.” Changmin unbuttoned his shirt. Junsu’s eyes went wide and he licked his lips. Changmin did not take his shirt off though, and he unbuttoned his pants.
“You are going to die when you see the pictures of my next photo shoot,” Changmin said. “Consider this a preview.”
Junsu made a noise, eyes wider as Changmin left his pants open and then dropped to his knees in front of Junsu. Their lips met, and Changmin kissed Junsu softly, curbing his desperation. He unbuttoned Junsu’s green shirt and slipped it off his shoulders.
“Didn’t I say I was going to play with your nipple ring?” Changmin whispered as his fingers caressed over it. Junsu groaned and fell back to the bed, staying up by his elbows. The silver rod sparkled for a moment. Both ends of the piercing had orange jewels,. Changmin leaned over him and wrapped his mouth around it, sucking harshly right away.
Junsu moaned and arched into the touch, head back, eyes shut. He lifted a leg reflexively and settled his heel on Changmin’s lower back.
Changmin tried to calm his racing thoughts while playing with the piercing with his tongue and his teeth. God, everything with Junsu was moving too fast, and too soon, and if he was just another fan it’d be okay, but to Changmin, Junsu wasn’t just another fan. The last three days, talking to him on the phone from Japan had been wonderful. Junsu made him laugh, and was too interesting.
Plus talking to him as ‘Yunho’ over the last few weeks had built this wall between them, and god, Changmin wanted it gone.
Throwing Junsu into bed at the first possible chance wasn’t the best way to build a relationship.
“Changmin, fuck,” Junsu breathed, and his elbows collapsed, dislodging Changmin from his skin.
Then again, they could get to know each other later.
Changmin smiled and crawled over Junsu, knees settling at his knees on the edge of the bed. Their lips met again. Junsu slid his hands under Changmin’s shirt, and without pulling away from the kiss, Changmin let it fall off his shoulders. Junsu’s hands went immediately into his open pants to cup his ass.
Changmin moaned and jerked his hips down as Junsu jerked his up, and everything went frantic.
“Fuck, Min, goddamn it.” Junsu struggled under him and a couple seconds later, both of their pants were crumpled at the end of the bed and Changmin had his whole body over Junsu’s in the middle of the bed. Junsu’s eager hands and fingers traced all along his skin, tweaking nipples and digging into his back muscles and caressing along hip bones. Changmin was so fucking hard.
“Su-“ Changmin tried to say between kisses. “Su, god. Su, stop.”
“Why?”
“I … fuck,” Changmin’s eyes shut as Junsu’s fingers wrapped around his cock. “This, fuck, isn’t only, about-fuck … damn.”
Junsu chuckled and kissed him again. “I know. Just, talk later.”
“Okay.”
Changmin growled, possessive and needy. He pulled himself back enough to grab Junsu’s cock before shoving it into his mouth. Junsu cried out, hips arching. There was no teasing. Changmin settled between Junsu’s legs, hands planted on the bed to keep himself up and sucked Junsu down his throat, harsh, rough, not enough. Junsu’s knees bent, giving him leverage to thrust up into Changmin’s mouth. Changmin let him for a moment and then stilled him with a hand on his knee. He ran the back of his fingers up and down the curve of Junsu’s ass, not deeper.
“Min, fuck. Changmin. Lube. Dresser.”
Changmin growled again, not wanting to stop for a mere technicality, but he did, and rolled away from Junsu and off the bed.
“Top drawer,” Junsu said, gasping now that the lust in the room had dropped a notch.
Changmin grabbed the bottle and had his hand and fingers covered before he made it back to the bed.
Changmin kneeled on the bed as Junsu lifted his legs and spread himself open. Changmin pressed in a finger all the way, Junsu whimpered and Changmin moaned at how tight he was. A little voice somewhere reminded him that Junsu usually topped.
Junsu screamed and swore when Changmin added a second finger.
“You alright?” Changmin whispered.
The side of Junsu’s mouth quirked. “Shim Changmin is about to fuck me. I’d say I’m pretty damn fine right now.”
Changmin frowned.
Junsu laughed. “Oh, god, Min, please. Don’t go all worried now. Please. Later.”
Changmin kissed up his body, fingers still buried deep. He pressed their lips together and said, “I like you, Junsu. I don’t want this just to be today.”
“I know, fuck, Min, me neither, but right now, it is just today. Please.”
“Are you always this impatient?” Changmin said.
Junsu’s answer was lost in a moan as Changmin forced another finger inside him. Changmin took his time. He stretched Junsu slowly, pumping his fingers in and out, as he kissed down his body. He licked the nipple ring again.
Junsu was a vocal little fucker. Moaning. Whimpering. Blabbering praise and curses and his name and moaning, god. Every time he moaned, Changmin’s body shivered. He left teeth marks over Junsu’s clenched abs, and then licked the head of his cock.
“Min, fuck, wait, no. I’m … fuck.”
Changmin saw his cock pulsing and captured the head in his mouth. He sucked Junsu down his throat, tight, unforgiving and Junsu’s hips arched and he cried out and came. Changmin choked on the first shot of come before managing to breathe enough to swallow most of it. He wasn’t used to being the one swallowing.
“Oh, shit,” Junsu whispered and his body went lax.
Changmin removed his fingers and kissed back up Junsu’s skin. “You okay, babe?”
Junsu nodded. “Give … me … a minute.”
“No.” Changmin lifted Junsu’s legs, positioned his cock and pushed into his body.
Junsu moaned and his body twitched. He wrapped his legs around Changmin’s waist, tightening them, pulling Changmin closer, deeper.
“Fuck,” Changmin gasped and started thrusting.
Junsu’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. They tried to kiss, but Changmin was too far gone to do it properly and their lips brushed as their bodies shook and moved together. Changmin could barely keep his eyes open. Every pull out, Junsu’s body clenched around him, unwilling to let him go. Every push in, the clenching was fifty times worse, and Junsu would moan, and god, those moans. Changmin wanted to die hearing them. And he felt like he was. His heart raced, his breath stopped, his skin burned with pleasure.
“Damn, Changmin,” Junsu whispered.
Changmin smiled and managed a decent kiss before his body was shuddering and pulsing and the incessant pleasure turned desperate and with a moan echoing Junsu’s, he came into Junsu’s body.
The kiss turned from messy to sweet as Changmin’s body relaxed.
Junsu sighed when they broke apart. Eyes shut. He let his legs fall to bed, and with a shiver, Changmin pulled his cock away. Junsu jerked and then curled up against him. They shifted until Changmin was on his back and Junsu was lying on his chest. His hair was a mess.
“This is going to be hard on you,” Changmin whispered and kissed Junsu’s forehead.
“Yeah. I know.”
“Do you?”
Junsu shrugged and looked up at him with hazy, pleasured eyes. “Well, it can’t be easy or normal.”
Changmin sighed. “I hope you’re willing.”
“I am. You’re Changmin.”
“Stop with the celebrity worship, okay, I’m serious.”
“And so am I.” Junsu pushed up to an elbow. “Yes, this is like every fan’s dream, but I like you. Hell, Jaejoong likes you, and Jaejoong is a picky bastard. He told me just before you got here that he didn’t care that you were a celebrity, that if you were cocky or rude, he would have kicked you out, and I know Jaejoong. He would have.”
“What about you, Su?”
Junsu frowned. “It’s weird, because I feel like I know you, but I’m figuring out that I don’t really know you at all.”
Changmin smiled. “We can’t go out. We can’t date. We can’t be seen together. You can’t tell your friends or your-”
“I tell my brother everything. I already told him about you.”
“Okay. Then you can’t tell your friends.”
“Only Jaejoong knows.”
“I … I’m barely going to get to see you. Especially with concert promotions starting soon, and …”
Junsu pouted. “It really sounds like you’re giving me a list of excuses as to why you can’t see me anymore.”
Changmin smiled and kissed his pout. “No. I want to see you again, and if I didn’t fear for your safety, I’d proclaim this to the world.”
“Convenient scapegoat.”
“Su, please.”
Junsu sighed. “I know, but with what you’re saying, I feel like you’re only here to use me because really what else can we do?”
“I’m not.”
“I know.”
“I just want you to know what you’re getting into. Dating a celebrity is difficult.”
Junsu bit his lower lip. “I’m willing.”
“Okay.”
Junsu kissed him. “Are you done being serious?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, good. Then I challenge you, self-proclaimed Star Craft expert, to a tournament.”
Changmin laughed, but before Junsu could climb out of bed, he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled their bodies together. “Later,” he whispered and kissed Junsu’s shoulder and neck. “I remember saying something about wanting to see my face covered in come.”
Junsu shuddered. “Huh. Star Craft. Sex. Star Craft. Sex. Okay. We’ll do what you want to do. This time.”
Companion fic: Apartment Romance Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Part One
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Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (very ninja!Yunho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17 (sort of, there's a bit of smut at the end, but most of it is PG-13)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but maybe I can buy a private jet and offer my serivces. Mile high club anyone?
Summary: Changmin is a successful solo artist. Junsu is a fanboy, Changmin's number one fanboy, thank you very much. Changmin knows better than getting involved with a fan ... he does. But does he care?
A/N: This piece kept crying in my head for a part two, so I did it just to get the voices to shut up.
The first part of this fic is dedicated to jirluvien who mentioned a fic about Junsu luring Changmin away in airport ... with food. This isn't quite that, but it's what i started writing based on the airport setting. AND NOW, the day I decide to add a second part ends up being her birthday, so this part is dedicated to her for her birthday! Happy Birthday, Darling ♥♥♥
“I feel … weird.”
Changmin laughed. “Why?” He shifted his backpack on the seat of the car, digging for his earbuds.
“You were at the airport and I wasn’t there. It’s weird. I always go to the airport to see you.”
“Well, I plan on making a habit of coming straight to your house when I leave the airport, is that okay?”
“Yes. Where are you?”
“We just left.”
“God, so an hour.”
“Yeah.”
Junsu sighed.
“I’m sure you can find something to occupy yourself with for an hour,” Changmin said, he belatedly remembered to hit the button to slide the partition up between him and his driver. He trusted Kibum, but only to a certain extent. Just because the man was quiet doesn’t mean he was discreet.
“I think I’ll just stare at the clock and sigh every thirty seconds.”
Changmin laughed. “You mean you don’t want to stroke one off while you think about what I’m going to do to you as soon as I get there?”
“What are you going to do to me as soon as you get here?”
“Kiss you, kiss you and hug you and kiss you some more.”
“Sounds good so far. What else do you got?”
Changmin’s cock grew hard at the tone of voice. He held the phone between his cheek and shoulder and unbuttoned his pants. “I’m going to pin you against a wall, because I have no desire to control myself as soon as I see you. You’re going to wrap your legs around my waist, and pull my hair while we kiss.”
Changmin could almost hear Junsu shudder over the phone.
“You’ll whisper something about going to the bedroom, but, I can’t wait to have you, Su. I push your shirt up and bite at your chest.”
“Play with my nipple ring,” he said, breathless.
“You have a nipple ring?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I will definitely play with that. Flick it with my fingertips.”
“Oh god.”
“Lick around it, let you feel my breath on your skin before biting the barbell and pulling.”
“Shit.”
“You like that?”
“More, fuck, Min. More.”
“I’ll lower you to the floor, right by the front door. I can’t wait to see you naked, see all of you naked, so your pants are coming off first thing and if you’re lucky, I won’t tear them as I yank them off your body. I’m going to finish what I started in the bathroom and lift your cock away from your body, lick the tip and suck the head into my mouth. And you’re so eager, Su, that all I get a mouthful of precome.”
“You’ll get more than that if you keep it up.” His voice was airy, strained and Changmin laughed.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to suck you down and swallow all of you until the head of your cock hits the back of my throat. Your head will be light and you’re not going to know which way is up as I suck on. But you’re just as eager as I am, eager to feel our bodies together, my cock in your ass.”
“Oh, fuck, yes.”
“Suck on your fingers, Su. Suck on them, get them all wet.”
Junsu moaned and Changmin heard the unmistakable slurping sounds. He sped up the movement of his own hand.
“While I’ve got your dick in my mouth, I’m going to slide a finger into your ass.”
Junsu moaned.
“In and out, fast and rough, because I don’t want to wait anymore, Su.”
“Two, please, fuck, please Changmin.”
“Anything you want, babe.”
“Oh, god.”
“Pumping them in and out of you, spreading them. I want my cock inside you now.”
“Fuck, Min, fuck, I’m … fuck. God.” Junsu whined, trying to keep his moan quiet.
Changmin jerked himself faster, thinking of Junsu coming all over his own stomach. Thinking of Junsu’s legs around his waist as he pumped into his body.
“Fuck, Changmin.”
The awe and desire in Junsu’s voice makes Changmin come all over himself. He doesn’t have to hold back his moan and he practically screams Junsu’s name. It takes a few minutes to calm his breathing down.
“Wow,” Junsu says.
“Yeah.”
“Sounds like a good plan, but there’s only one problem?”
“What?”
“Jaejoong is here, and already cooking and he expects you to eat first.”
Changmin laughed. “Oh, SuSu, you should know that food is my first love.”
Junsu laughed. “Should I be insulted?”
“No. But if you taste better than food, then I’m sure I can rearrange my priorities.”
Junsu laughed again. “God, you’re awesome, Changmin.”
There was muffled shouting through the phone, and then Junsu said, “I’m talking to Changmin!” He sighed and then chuckled. “Jae just said to stop having phone sex because you’ll get to see me soon anyway.”
Changmin laughed. “Yeah, not long now.”
“I have to go and clean myself up. It’d be embarrassing to see you with come stains all over my shirt.”
“Is it the shirt with my face on it?”
“No.”
“Too bad. I’d like to see what I look like with come all over my face.”
“Oh, fuck.”
Changmin laughed. “See you soon.”
“Yeah. Bye.”
Changmin shut his phone and smiled. He found the forgotten earbuds, leaned his head on the seat and tried to take a nap.
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Changmin had never been nervous showing up at a date’s house before. Then again, he hadn’t had a proper date in so long, that he may have just forgotten what it was like.
He was lucky that Junsu lived in a building with an underground parking garage. Kibum dropped him off with only his backpack and Changmin was quick to enter the elevator and go up to Junsu’s apartment on the eighth floor.
He wiped his hands on his jeans (clean, he’d changed in the car), trying to get rid of the cold, clammy nervousness.
He rang the bell.
The man who answered was pretty with blond hair and big eyes. Changmin recognized him from pictures Junsu had met with him.
He licked his lips, bit his lower one, tongue peaking from the corner of his mouth, and then he bowed and said, “Oh god, Shim Changmin is at my door,” under his breath.
“You must be Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong stood up and nodded, and still stood there.
“Jae!” Junsu shouted suddenly. He yanked Jaejoong away from the door and opened it wide. Junsu was as gorgeous as ever. His orange hair was spiked up, but the tips were blue. He wore nice dark jeans, a green button up shirt, and it made Changmin smile because Junsu had dressed up for him, but tried not to make it look like he dressed up.
“Do I get to come in?” Changmin asked as Junsu continued to stare at him.
Junsu smiled. “Yeah, sorry sorry.” He moved to the side.
Changmin came in and Junsu shut the door. Changmin kicked his shoes off. Jae continued to stare at him, but Junsu smiled. Changmin returned his smile and hugged him.
“Miss me?” Changmin asked, lips against his ear. He let the tip of his tongue touch the lowest piercing in his lobe.
Junsu shivered in his arms. “Yes.”
“Su-ie, you promised,” Jae whined.
Junsu pulled back from Changmin’s embrace and grinned. “Yes, I did.”
“What did you promise?”
“Ah, the whole no jumping you first before eating thing.”
Changmin let Junsu go so abruptly that Junsu stumbled. Changmin tried not to laugh as he bowed to Jaejoong. “Junsu’s biggest fear should be me falling in love with your food. The kimchi jjigae you made last time was probably the best I’d ever had.”
Jaejoong’s cheeks went pink and his tongue stuck out again as he avoided Changmin’s gaze.
Junsu rolled his eyes. He took Changmin by the elbow and led him to the kitchen. “So how was Japan?”
“Boring.”
Junsu rolled his eyes again. “I saw the pictures, Min. You didn’t have time to get bored.”
“Then would you believe lonely?” Changmin asked and stole a kiss on Junsu’s cheek.
Junsu continued to try to look unimpressed. “No. Technically, I barely know you.”
“What’s my favorite color?”
“Green.”
“Hence the shirt, huh?”
“Maybe.”
“Favorite song?”
“Wild Soul because it reminds you of what you could have been if you hadn’t been famous.”
“Favorite game.”
“Poker.”
“Favorite Picasso painting?”
Junsu again rolled his eyes. “Come on. What the hell is that?”
“I know for a fact that it was printed in a magazine about six months ago.
Junsu looked away. “It was eight months ago and it’s the Les Demoiselles pink one.”
Changmin laughed. “What is your favorite color, Junsu?”
“Orange.”
“Favorite song?”
A blush covered his cheeks, and Jaejoong laughed. “Come on, Su-ie,” Jae said. “Tell him, tell him, teh-teh-teh-teh-“
Junsu smacked his shoulder. Changmin laughed harder, and when Junsu went to sit down, an adorable pout on his face, Changmin snagged his elbow and pulled him into his lap. He pressed fingertips on his lower lip, until Junsu’s tongue darted out and licked his fingers.
Changmin’s gaze turned to smolder, but as he leaned in for a kiss, Jaejoong said, “Hey. No kissing at the table.”
Junsu pecked him on the lips anyway. “Sorry, Joongie.”
“Here. Dinner.”
Jaejoong had made kalbi and noodles. Everything was spicier than normal, but Changmin loved it. He allowed Junsu to climb into his own chair, but he held Junsu’s knee, and Junsu sat sideways and draped his leg over Changmin’s lap while they ate. After a few minutes, Jaejoong grew used to having a celebrity scarffing down his food like a starving man, and he relaxed and they laughed, and he told stories about Junsu that made Changmin’s eyebrows rise.
Junsu swore most of them were exaggerations.
“What about the mess with Hyuni? Is that an exaggeration?”
“Oh god.” Junsu put his face in his hands. “Please, please, let me get one date with him before you talk about Hyuni. He’s never going to want to see me again.”
“What happened with Hyuni?”
Jae grinned and when he opened his mouth, Junsu threw a piece of lettuce at him. “Consider this payback for every wrong, for every sin, for every single slight you have ever made towards anyone. Including the time you threw up on my Ralph Lauren pants and then set them on fire because you wanted to see what color puke burned.”
Junsu’s head hit the table.
“What happened?” Changmin asked again.
“There’s a time in every guy’s life where he has to decide if he’s gay or not, right?”
Changmin nodded.
“Hyuni was Junsu’s time.”
“God, I hate you,” Junsu muttered.
“I’ll be nice and give you the shortened version, but it had to do with boobs and moans and instant deflation.”
“Shut up. I was sixteen.”
“The aftermath was the best part though,” Jae said. “Oh, god. She spread it all around school and-”
“How long have you guys been friends?” Changmin asked suddenly, trying to spare Junsu the humiliation.
“Don’t know. Five, six years old,” Junsu said.
“You’re the one I have impress, huh?” Changmin said with a grin at Jaejoong. “The final say. Junsu’s voice of reason.”
Jae nodded and crossed his arms.
“How am I doing?”
“Okay, I guess. It’s only day one.”
“Will there be a day two?”
“Shouldn’t you be asking me that?” Junsu said.
Jae grinned. “Yes, there will be.”
“Good.”
“Can you leave now?” Junsu asked and made shooing motions with his hands.
Jae laughed. “Fine. But you have to do the dishes.”
“Don’t I always?” Junsu stood up and grabbed Changmin’s hand. “Come on.”
“Eager much?”
“Horny, yes, yes, I am.”
Changmin managed to wave a goodbye to Jaejoong before Junsu was pulling him down the hall. He opened a door and motioned Changmin inside and then slammed it shut.
“God, Jaejoong is-”
“I like him. He’s nice.”
“Yeah, he is.”
“I should hook him up with Yunho. He seems just his type.”
“Oh god, Jaejoong loves Yunho. Most of the time when we’re watching your videos, he’s looking for Yunho in the background.”
“I’ll ask him tomorrow. It’s kinda sweet how much Jaejoong cares about you,” Changmin said.
“I know, but he loves to tell those stories to people I like. It’s embarrassing, worse than my mom or my twin brother.”
“You have a brother?”
“Yes. Do you mind if we play getting to know you tomorrow?”
Changmin laughed. He snaked his arms around Junsu’s waist and leaned down the few inches in their height difference and kissed him. “That sounds like a fantastic idea.”
“I’m glad we … fuck, in the … earlier. Take the edge off.”
Changmin chuckled. He directed them to Junsu’s bed, walking him backwards. Junsu sat hard on the bed, but when he tried to move up the bed, Changmin stopped him.
“Wait.” Changmin unbuttoned his shirt. Junsu’s eyes went wide and he licked his lips. Changmin did not take his shirt off though, and he unbuttoned his pants.
“You are going to die when you see the pictures of my next photo shoot,” Changmin said. “Consider this a preview.”
Junsu made a noise, eyes wider as Changmin left his pants open and then dropped to his knees in front of Junsu. Their lips met, and Changmin kissed Junsu softly, curbing his desperation. He unbuttoned Junsu’s green shirt and slipped it off his shoulders.
“Didn’t I say I was going to play with your nipple ring?” Changmin whispered as his fingers caressed over it. Junsu groaned and fell back to the bed, staying up by his elbows. The silver rod sparkled for a moment. Both ends of the piercing had orange jewels,. Changmin leaned over him and wrapped his mouth around it, sucking harshly right away.
Junsu moaned and arched into the touch, head back, eyes shut. He lifted a leg reflexively and settled his heel on Changmin’s lower back.
Changmin tried to calm his racing thoughts while playing with the piercing with his tongue and his teeth. God, everything with Junsu was moving too fast, and too soon, and if he was just another fan it’d be okay, but to Changmin, Junsu wasn’t just another fan. The last three days, talking to him on the phone from Japan had been wonderful. Junsu made him laugh, and was too interesting.
Plus talking to him as ‘Yunho’ over the last few weeks had built this wall between them, and god, Changmin wanted it gone.
Throwing Junsu into bed at the first possible chance wasn’t the best way to build a relationship.
“Changmin, fuck,” Junsu breathed, and his elbows collapsed, dislodging Changmin from his skin.
Then again, they could get to know each other later.
Changmin smiled and crawled over Junsu, knees settling at his knees on the edge of the bed. Their lips met again. Junsu slid his hands under Changmin’s shirt, and without pulling away from the kiss, Changmin let it fall off his shoulders. Junsu’s hands went immediately into his open pants to cup his ass.
Changmin moaned and jerked his hips down as Junsu jerked his up, and everything went frantic.
“Fuck, Min, goddamn it.” Junsu struggled under him and a couple seconds later, both of their pants were crumpled at the end of the bed and Changmin had his whole body over Junsu’s in the middle of the bed. Junsu’s eager hands and fingers traced all along his skin, tweaking nipples and digging into his back muscles and caressing along hip bones. Changmin was so fucking hard.
“Su-“ Changmin tried to say between kisses. “Su, god. Su, stop.”
“Why?”
“I … fuck,” Changmin’s eyes shut as Junsu’s fingers wrapped around his cock. “This, fuck, isn’t only, about-fuck … damn.”
Junsu chuckled and kissed him again. “I know. Just, talk later.”
“Okay.”
Changmin growled, possessive and needy. He pulled himself back enough to grab Junsu’s cock before shoving it into his mouth. Junsu cried out, hips arching. There was no teasing. Changmin settled between Junsu’s legs, hands planted on the bed to keep himself up and sucked Junsu down his throat, harsh, rough, not enough. Junsu’s knees bent, giving him leverage to thrust up into Changmin’s mouth. Changmin let him for a moment and then stilled him with a hand on his knee. He ran the back of his fingers up and down the curve of Junsu’s ass, not deeper.
“Min, fuck. Changmin. Lube. Dresser.”
Changmin growled again, not wanting to stop for a mere technicality, but he did, and rolled away from Junsu and off the bed.
“Top drawer,” Junsu said, gasping now that the lust in the room had dropped a notch.
Changmin grabbed the bottle and had his hand and fingers covered before he made it back to the bed.
Changmin kneeled on the bed as Junsu lifted his legs and spread himself open. Changmin pressed in a finger all the way, Junsu whimpered and Changmin moaned at how tight he was. A little voice somewhere reminded him that Junsu usually topped.
Junsu screamed and swore when Changmin added a second finger.
“You alright?” Changmin whispered.
The side of Junsu’s mouth quirked. “Shim Changmin is about to fuck me. I’d say I’m pretty damn fine right now.”
Changmin frowned.
Junsu laughed. “Oh, god, Min, please. Don’t go all worried now. Please. Later.”
Changmin kissed up his body, fingers still buried deep. He pressed their lips together and said, “I like you, Junsu. I don’t want this just to be today.”
“I know, fuck, Min, me neither, but right now, it is just today. Please.”
“Are you always this impatient?” Changmin said.
Junsu’s answer was lost in a moan as Changmin forced another finger inside him. Changmin took his time. He stretched Junsu slowly, pumping his fingers in and out, as he kissed down his body. He licked the nipple ring again.
Junsu was a vocal little fucker. Moaning. Whimpering. Blabbering praise and curses and his name and moaning, god. Every time he moaned, Changmin’s body shivered. He left teeth marks over Junsu’s clenched abs, and then licked the head of his cock.
“Min, fuck, wait, no. I’m … fuck.”
Changmin saw his cock pulsing and captured the head in his mouth. He sucked Junsu down his throat, tight, unforgiving and Junsu’s hips arched and he cried out and came. Changmin choked on the first shot of come before managing to breathe enough to swallow most of it. He wasn’t used to being the one swallowing.
“Oh, shit,” Junsu whispered and his body went lax.
Changmin removed his fingers and kissed back up Junsu’s skin. “You okay, babe?”
Junsu nodded. “Give … me … a minute.”
“No.” Changmin lifted Junsu’s legs, positioned his cock and pushed into his body.
Junsu moaned and his body twitched. He wrapped his legs around Changmin’s waist, tightening them, pulling Changmin closer, deeper.
“Fuck,” Changmin gasped and started thrusting.
Junsu’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. They tried to kiss, but Changmin was too far gone to do it properly and their lips brushed as their bodies shook and moved together. Changmin could barely keep his eyes open. Every pull out, Junsu’s body clenched around him, unwilling to let him go. Every push in, the clenching was fifty times worse, and Junsu would moan, and god, those moans. Changmin wanted to die hearing them. And he felt like he was. His heart raced, his breath stopped, his skin burned with pleasure.
“Damn, Changmin,” Junsu whispered.
Changmin smiled and managed a decent kiss before his body was shuddering and pulsing and the incessant pleasure turned desperate and with a moan echoing Junsu’s, he came into Junsu’s body.
The kiss turned from messy to sweet as Changmin’s body relaxed.
Junsu sighed when they broke apart. Eyes shut. He let his legs fall to bed, and with a shiver, Changmin pulled his cock away. Junsu jerked and then curled up against him. They shifted until Changmin was on his back and Junsu was lying on his chest. His hair was a mess.
“This is going to be hard on you,” Changmin whispered and kissed Junsu’s forehead.
“Yeah. I know.”
“Do you?”
Junsu shrugged and looked up at him with hazy, pleasured eyes. “Well, it can’t be easy or normal.”
Changmin sighed. “I hope you’re willing.”
“I am. You’re Changmin.”
“Stop with the celebrity worship, okay, I’m serious.”
“And so am I.” Junsu pushed up to an elbow. “Yes, this is like every fan’s dream, but I like you. Hell, Jaejoong likes you, and Jaejoong is a picky bastard. He told me just before you got here that he didn’t care that you were a celebrity, that if you were cocky or rude, he would have kicked you out, and I know Jaejoong. He would have.”
“What about you, Su?”
Junsu frowned. “It’s weird, because I feel like I know you, but I’m figuring out that I don’t really know you at all.”
Changmin smiled. “We can’t go out. We can’t date. We can’t be seen together. You can’t tell your friends or your-”
“I tell my brother everything. I already told him about you.”
“Okay. Then you can’t tell your friends.”
“Only Jaejoong knows.”
“I … I’m barely going to get to see you. Especially with concert promotions starting soon, and …”
Junsu pouted. “It really sounds like you’re giving me a list of excuses as to why you can’t see me anymore.”
Changmin smiled and kissed his pout. “No. I want to see you again, and if I didn’t fear for your safety, I’d proclaim this to the world.”
“Convenient scapegoat.”
“Su, please.”
Junsu sighed. “I know, but with what you’re saying, I feel like you’re only here to use me because really what else can we do?”
“I’m not.”
“I know.”
“I just want you to know what you’re getting into. Dating a celebrity is difficult.”
Junsu bit his lower lip. “I’m willing.”
“Okay.”
Junsu kissed him. “Are you done being serious?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, good. Then I challenge you, self-proclaimed Star Craft expert, to a tournament.”
Changmin laughed, but before Junsu could climb out of bed, he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled their bodies together. “Later,” he whispered and kissed Junsu’s shoulder and neck. “I remember saying something about wanting to see my face covered in come.”
Junsu shuddered. “Huh. Star Craft. Sex. Star Craft. Sex. Okay. We’ll do what you want to do. This time.”
Companion fic: Apartment Romance Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Part One
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