Intimate Desert (Open challenge: travel)
Title: Intimate Desert
Author: keiko_kirin
Word count: 332
Concrit? Yes
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Rating: G
Summary: Only Jaejoong is restless in the van after leaving the Grand Canyon.
Truthfully, the landscape stopped being interesting ten minutes after they left the canyon: the same reddish brown earth, the same greyish green plants. Junsu keeps singing "Forever Love," occasionally improvising someone else's part, but this isn't doing much to dispel the monotony. The high sun outside pours its heat through even the tinted windows, and Jaejoong's hair acquires that singed smell Changmin's used to get in their bedroom, back in one of their old apartments.
Jaejoong makes the mistake of mentioning this, believing Changmin's dozed off. Without opening his eyes, Changmin says sourly, "I was tricked into that bed. You and Yoochun plotted against me."
Jaejoong doesn't bother replying to the accusation since it's true. Whose bed will you be tricked into tonight, he thinks. As if I didn't know. The moment that catches on his memory is from yesterday: Junsu gaping and remarking on some unexpected Las Vegas spectacle, and Changmin drinking it in silently with shrewd, hungry eyes. Junsu's hand slipped into Changmin's and Changmin didn't pull away. They walked in close, overlapping steps, hand-in-hand, beneath dancing glittering lights in the black desert night.
Greyish green and reddish brown blur outside the van's windows. "Ma~ssugu~" Junsu sings again, and Changmin reaches over and slowly runs his hand down Junsu's forearm. Changmin says nothing, doesn't even open his eyes, and Junsu easily switches to another song: an old song, not one of theirs, vaguely familiar but not familiar enough. Changmin pats Junsu's arm with gentle appreciation.
Jaejoong turns away from their intimacy, suddenly needing some of his own. He leans forward and slides his arms over Yunho's shoulders, but Yunho's unshakeably asleep -- ridiculous, awkward, badly in need of a shave, and still stubbornly handsome despite all that. Jaejoong flicks at a lock of Yunho's hair. No hope of attention from Yoochun, who's bundled in a knit cap, headphones and an eyemask.
Jaejoong rubs Yunho's shoulders before sitting back into the harsh, impersonal intimacy of the hot sun singeing his hair.
Author: keiko_kirin
Word count: 332
Concrit? Yes
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Rating: G
Summary: Only Jaejoong is restless in the van after leaving the Grand Canyon.
Truthfully, the landscape stopped being interesting ten minutes after they left the canyon: the same reddish brown earth, the same greyish green plants. Junsu keeps singing "Forever Love," occasionally improvising someone else's part, but this isn't doing much to dispel the monotony. The high sun outside pours its heat through even the tinted windows, and Jaejoong's hair acquires that singed smell Changmin's used to get in their bedroom, back in one of their old apartments.
Jaejoong makes the mistake of mentioning this, believing Changmin's dozed off. Without opening his eyes, Changmin says sourly, "I was tricked into that bed. You and Yoochun plotted against me."
Jaejoong doesn't bother replying to the accusation since it's true. Whose bed will you be tricked into tonight, he thinks. As if I didn't know. The moment that catches on his memory is from yesterday: Junsu gaping and remarking on some unexpected Las Vegas spectacle, and Changmin drinking it in silently with shrewd, hungry eyes. Junsu's hand slipped into Changmin's and Changmin didn't pull away. They walked in close, overlapping steps, hand-in-hand, beneath dancing glittering lights in the black desert night.
Greyish green and reddish brown blur outside the van's windows. "Ma~ssugu~" Junsu sings again, and Changmin reaches over and slowly runs his hand down Junsu's forearm. Changmin says nothing, doesn't even open his eyes, and Junsu easily switches to another song: an old song, not one of theirs, vaguely familiar but not familiar enough. Changmin pats Junsu's arm with gentle appreciation.
Jaejoong turns away from their intimacy, suddenly needing some of his own. He leans forward and slides his arms over Yunho's shoulders, but Yunho's unshakeably asleep -- ridiculous, awkward, badly in need of a shave, and still stubbornly handsome despite all that. Jaejoong flicks at a lock of Yunho's hair. No hope of attention from Yoochun, who's bundled in a knit cap, headphones and an eyemask.
Jaejoong rubs Yunho's shoulders before sitting back into the harsh, impersonal intimacy of the hot sun singeing his hair.