what happens in vegas, or, what tvxq did in vegas
what happens in vegas, or, what tvxq did in vegas
ot5
PG-13
It starts as a joke.
"So, Jaejoongah. We're in Vegas."
Jaejoong lifts a brow, regarding Yoochun silently but for the look that speaks volumes. Yoochun plows on. "Vegas. You know, Sin City? In America? Lots of fun and perfect for sneaking out and getting lost in? Jaechun hwaiting?"
Jaejoong stares. Then sighs, "Yoochunah, you know as well as I do that Yunho is going to be expecting this. Which means he will be sleeping lightly. Which means the second we step outside of this hotel room, he'll be up with his imaginary shotgun in hand and we'll be outlaws. Gunned down. By a Korean maniac on too little sleep."
Yoochun takes a second to wonder exactly how Jaejoong comes up with these things, then decides he just doesn't want to know. He can't help adding his own dig, though. "Will he be in just his boxers?"
Jaejoong chunks a pillow at him. "Aish!" Then a grin and, "maybe. Hair all mussed and wild, looking extra sexy even though he's mad as hell."
Yoochun follows easily. "He's really hot when he's mad, yeah. Fire in his eyes, mouth pursed and just begging to be kissed. Maybe we could shove him into the room, watch him get angrier because he knows what we're thinking."
"And he likes it."
"But he's still mad, fighting."
"We play dirty though."
"You play dirty, Joongie. I play greasy."
"Yah!"
"What? It's true. I know you don't think I've forgotten about that one time, in Bora Bora--"
"Park Yoochun, if you bring that up again, I will personally make sure you don't get laid for a week. Longer than that, if I'm feeling--"
"Dirty?"
".... That's it. No nookie for you."
"I'm gonna go find Yunho. He plays nice."
"Except for when he's mad."
"Nah, he's even nice then. It's kind of sad, actually."
"What are you guys talking about?"
".... Laundry."
".... You."
"Idiot! We're supposed to be braintwins! Aish."
"Laundry AND me, huh. I feel special."
"So, Leadersshi. Are you feeling dirty, too?"
"... I don't want to know. I just don't."
"No. No, you really don't. Shut up, Yoochun."
"Make me."
This ends with a Yoochun-sandwich, which Yoochun doesn't mind, at all.
--
It almost begins with Changmin.
"I heard you guys are sneaking out," Changmin says to Jaejoong, casually. Well, as casually as he can from the bathroom, with the door cracked just enough that Jaejoong can make out wet skin and steam.
Jaejoong raises a brow from his spot on Changmin's bed, sprawled out lazily. "Have you been talking to Yoochun?"
Changmin emerges from the bathroom clad in a towel wrapped loosely around his hips and smile wrapped just as loosely around the edges of his mouth. "No, Yoochun's been talking to me, obviously. I'm not a mind-reader, hyung, much as I'd like to be."
Jaejoong braces himself up on an elbow, making a show of running his eyes down Changmin's bare chest, following water droplets. "Oh? Desperate to get into minds, dongsaeng?" he asks, licking his lips as he raises his gaze.
Changmin meets his stare steadily. "Don't need to," he quips, dropping his eyes pointedly. "I know exactly what you're thinking right now." He smirks. "Or rather, what you're thinking with, which is definitely not your mind."
Jaejoong's lips twitch helplessly for a second, then he laughs, collapsing back against the bed again. "Aaaaaish. You really have been talking to Yoochun," he says. Jaejoong's not the least bit surprised when the bed dips and a towel's suddenly blocking his vision. That's alright - he can imagine. "Changminah. What am I thinking right now?"
Changmin's grin is loud. "That I'm being greasy." A pause. "Which I can assure you, I'm not. I'm more subtle than Yoochun-hyung."
Jaejoong rolls his eyes. "This isn't subtle."
Changmin fits himself between Jaejoong's legs perfectly. "The towel is the subtle part," he says, laughter edging its way into his voice.
Jaejoong uses the towel over his face as an advantage - Changmin can't see the plan in his eyes - and hooks a leg around Changmin's hip, flipping them both over. The towel slides off, bunched between them at Changmin's neck. "There goes your subtlety. What now, Changmin-sama?" he asks, sitting back to remove the towel.
Changmin smirks. "You're the one thinking." Jaejoong likes the challenge he sees in Changmin's eyes. A lot. "So, think of something, hyung."
But Changmin proves to be a distraction.
--
It could include Junsu.
"So, about the plan."
Yoochun's attention shifts from the TV (which he can't understand more than half of, anyway) to Jaejoong in an instant, grinning widely. "What about it? Tonight, maybe?"
Jaejoong snorts, flopping down on the bed behind Yoochun with dramatic flair. "Told Changmin."
Yoochun looks back, innocent. Only not really. "You did?"
Jaejoong narrows his eyes and curls his arm around Yoochun's waist, tugging him back. "You did. I got something better, though."
Yoochun twists his head to confirm the grin. "Oh really, now." Yoochun uses his feet to push himself further onto the bed (and Jaejoong, as noted by the whoosh of air Yoochun knocks from him) so he can shift and align their bodies. "Did you like what you got?"
Jaejoong, still scowling from his abuse, only harrumphs in reply. So Yoochun wiggles a bit and grins at the resulting gasp. "Oooh, still sensitive," he teases. Jaejoong shows him what one touch feels like. Yoochun doesn't know that he likes it all that much.
"Yah! Stop being gross!"
They both look over at the door that adjoins the room to Changmin's and Junsu's. Junsu's standing there, trying and failing to look stern. Jaejoong's the first to laugh, then Yoochun. When Junsu takes his turn, he drowns them both out. "Seriously though! No hanky-panky," Junsu says - the last bit in English - and walks over, giving Yoochun's ass a nice smack that echoes through the room.
Yoochun yelps and reaches out, fisting Junsu's shirt and pulling him down with them on the bed. Jaejoong's really getting it tonight, Yoochun thinks as Jaejoong lets out a small 'oof' followed by a breathless, "yah!"
Junsu giggles and straddles the small of Yoochun's back, while Jaejoong glares daggers, mostly directed at Yoochun. "Okay. You're both heavy bastards," he says. Junsu does what Junsu does best at that - he moves.
Yoochun shuts his eyes tight, so he misses the look on Jaejoong's face as Jaejoong sucks in a sharp breath; that's okay though, he knows what look it probably was. "Thought you said no hanky-panky," Yoochun says, arching his back to bump Junsu around.
Junsu chuckles. "It's okay if it includes me. I saw that hickey on Changmin's chest, Jaejoong-hyung."
Yoochun opens his eyes just in time to catch Jaejoong's eyes narrow, though this time it's for something entirely different and it's also not at him. "And you call me a whore," Yoochun remarks, rolling his eyes.
Jaejoong's gaze doesn't leave Junsu. "Jealous?"
Junsu hums and wriggles again. Yoochun gasps and Jaejoong grunts. "Never! I'm hurt that I don't get to have any fun." He laughs, and the sound of it tells Yoochun that Junsu has his head tossed back. "Oh wait, I'm having fun," another shake of hips, "Right now." And another.
Jaejoong growls and bucks up. "I'll show you fun," he snarls, though the sound's more sexy than scary, especially with the gleam in Jaejoong's eyes.
"Junsu," Yoochun says. Junsu leans down to lick a broad stripe from Yoochun's jaw to his temple and shivers run up Yoochun's spine in about the same way. Junsu raises his leg and rolls onto the bed; without the extra weight, it's easy for Jaejoong to shove Yoochun off and onto Junsu. Junsu's turn to gasp. And, Yoochun thinks, watching as Jaejoong's lips curve interestingly, maybe more.
But Junsu turns out to be more trouble than he's worth.
--
It actually never gets past 'The Plan'.
Jaejoong's busy kissing Junsu lazily, settled comfortably on top of him, when Changmin and Yunho enter the room. Yoochun's sprawled out off to their side, face-down. Jaejoong spares him an exasperated (though fond) look before he slides to Junsu's other side, head propped up in a hand. "Thought you guys were asleep," he comments, curling a leg around Junsu's.
Yunho leans against Changmin, eyes heavy as they travel over the mess of limbs on the bed. "Changmin told me about the plan. Glad I'm awake." From the way Changmin's licking his lips, he must agree with Yunho completely.
Jaejoong chuckles, glancing sideways at Junsu, who's smiling that smile the world may never see, and then at Yoochun, who's starting to show signs of life again. "Aish, another round?" he whines, twisting his head, probably to breathe.
"You love it, hyung, don't even try to play that game," Changmin says, fingertips laced with Yunho's as he moves to the bed. He's still mostly naked, having only put on a pair of boxers on. Jaejoong also notices another mark, red and still slightly wet, peeking from beneath the waistband - he didn't make that one and now the dark look in Yunho's eyes makes sense. Changmin and Yunho combine efforts and shove Yoochun over to his side and he goes somewhat willingly, snuggling into Junsu as soon as he's there. Junsu giggles as Yoochun nuzzles at his neck, and Jaejoong smiles softly.
Until he catches Changmin curling into Yoochun, distinctly not-cuddling. No, the motion of Changmin's hips is something else, helped by Yunho as he slides onto the bed and fits himself behind Changmin. Jaejoong's smile turns into a smirk and he reaches over to turn off the lamp.
But that's okay - it was only a joke, anyway.
ot5
PG-13
It starts as a joke.
"So, Jaejoongah. We're in Vegas."
Jaejoong lifts a brow, regarding Yoochun silently but for the look that speaks volumes. Yoochun plows on. "Vegas. You know, Sin City? In America? Lots of fun and perfect for sneaking out and getting lost in? Jaechun hwaiting?"
Jaejoong stares. Then sighs, "Yoochunah, you know as well as I do that Yunho is going to be expecting this. Which means he will be sleeping lightly. Which means the second we step outside of this hotel room, he'll be up with his imaginary shotgun in hand and we'll be outlaws. Gunned down. By a Korean maniac on too little sleep."
Yoochun takes a second to wonder exactly how Jaejoong comes up with these things, then decides he just doesn't want to know. He can't help adding his own dig, though. "Will he be in just his boxers?"
Jaejoong chunks a pillow at him. "Aish!" Then a grin and, "maybe. Hair all mussed and wild, looking extra sexy even though he's mad as hell."
Yoochun follows easily. "He's really hot when he's mad, yeah. Fire in his eyes, mouth pursed and just begging to be kissed. Maybe we could shove him into the room, watch him get angrier because he knows what we're thinking."
"And he likes it."
"But he's still mad, fighting."
"We play dirty though."
"You play dirty, Joongie. I play greasy."
"Yah!"
"What? It's true. I know you don't think I've forgotten about that one time, in Bora Bora--"
"Park Yoochun, if you bring that up again, I will personally make sure you don't get laid for a week. Longer than that, if I'm feeling--"
"Dirty?"
".... That's it. No nookie for you."
"I'm gonna go find Yunho. He plays nice."
"Except for when he's mad."
"Nah, he's even nice then. It's kind of sad, actually."
"What are you guys talking about?"
".... Laundry."
".... You."
"Idiot! We're supposed to be braintwins! Aish."
"Laundry AND me, huh. I feel special."
"So, Leadersshi. Are you feeling dirty, too?"
"... I don't want to know. I just don't."
"No. No, you really don't. Shut up, Yoochun."
"Make me."
This ends with a Yoochun-sandwich, which Yoochun doesn't mind, at all.
--
It almost begins with Changmin.
"I heard you guys are sneaking out," Changmin says to Jaejoong, casually. Well, as casually as he can from the bathroom, with the door cracked just enough that Jaejoong can make out wet skin and steam.
Jaejoong raises a brow from his spot on Changmin's bed, sprawled out lazily. "Have you been talking to Yoochun?"
Changmin emerges from the bathroom clad in a towel wrapped loosely around his hips and smile wrapped just as loosely around the edges of his mouth. "No, Yoochun's been talking to me, obviously. I'm not a mind-reader, hyung, much as I'd like to be."
Jaejoong braces himself up on an elbow, making a show of running his eyes down Changmin's bare chest, following water droplets. "Oh? Desperate to get into minds, dongsaeng?" he asks, licking his lips as he raises his gaze.
Changmin meets his stare steadily. "Don't need to," he quips, dropping his eyes pointedly. "I know exactly what you're thinking right now." He smirks. "Or rather, what you're thinking with, which is definitely not your mind."
Jaejoong's lips twitch helplessly for a second, then he laughs, collapsing back against the bed again. "Aaaaaish. You really have been talking to Yoochun," he says. Jaejoong's not the least bit surprised when the bed dips and a towel's suddenly blocking his vision. That's alright - he can imagine. "Changminah. What am I thinking right now?"
Changmin's grin is loud. "That I'm being greasy." A pause. "Which I can assure you, I'm not. I'm more subtle than Yoochun-hyung."
Jaejoong rolls his eyes. "This isn't subtle."
Changmin fits himself between Jaejoong's legs perfectly. "The towel is the subtle part," he says, laughter edging its way into his voice.
Jaejoong uses the towel over his face as an advantage - Changmin can't see the plan in his eyes - and hooks a leg around Changmin's hip, flipping them both over. The towel slides off, bunched between them at Changmin's neck. "There goes your subtlety. What now, Changmin-sama?" he asks, sitting back to remove the towel.
Changmin smirks. "You're the one thinking." Jaejoong likes the challenge he sees in Changmin's eyes. A lot. "So, think of something, hyung."
But Changmin proves to be a distraction.
--
It could include Junsu.
"So, about the plan."
Yoochun's attention shifts from the TV (which he can't understand more than half of, anyway) to Jaejoong in an instant, grinning widely. "What about it? Tonight, maybe?"
Jaejoong snorts, flopping down on the bed behind Yoochun with dramatic flair. "Told Changmin."
Yoochun looks back, innocent. Only not really. "You did?"
Jaejoong narrows his eyes and curls his arm around Yoochun's waist, tugging him back. "You did. I got something better, though."
Yoochun twists his head to confirm the grin. "Oh really, now." Yoochun uses his feet to push himself further onto the bed (and Jaejoong, as noted by the whoosh of air Yoochun knocks from him) so he can shift and align their bodies. "Did you like what you got?"
Jaejoong, still scowling from his abuse, only harrumphs in reply. So Yoochun wiggles a bit and grins at the resulting gasp. "Oooh, still sensitive," he teases. Jaejoong shows him what one touch feels like. Yoochun doesn't know that he likes it all that much.
"Yah! Stop being gross!"
They both look over at the door that adjoins the room to Changmin's and Junsu's. Junsu's standing there, trying and failing to look stern. Jaejoong's the first to laugh, then Yoochun. When Junsu takes his turn, he drowns them both out. "Seriously though! No hanky-panky," Junsu says - the last bit in English - and walks over, giving Yoochun's ass a nice smack that echoes through the room.
Yoochun yelps and reaches out, fisting Junsu's shirt and pulling him down with them on the bed. Jaejoong's really getting it tonight, Yoochun thinks as Jaejoong lets out a small 'oof' followed by a breathless, "yah!"
Junsu giggles and straddles the small of Yoochun's back, while Jaejoong glares daggers, mostly directed at Yoochun. "Okay. You're both heavy bastards," he says. Junsu does what Junsu does best at that - he moves.
Yoochun shuts his eyes tight, so he misses the look on Jaejoong's face as Jaejoong sucks in a sharp breath; that's okay though, he knows what look it probably was. "Thought you said no hanky-panky," Yoochun says, arching his back to bump Junsu around.
Junsu chuckles. "It's okay if it includes me. I saw that hickey on Changmin's chest, Jaejoong-hyung."
Yoochun opens his eyes just in time to catch Jaejoong's eyes narrow, though this time it's for something entirely different and it's also not at him. "And you call me a whore," Yoochun remarks, rolling his eyes.
Jaejoong's gaze doesn't leave Junsu. "Jealous?"
Junsu hums and wriggles again. Yoochun gasps and Jaejoong grunts. "Never! I'm hurt that I don't get to have any fun." He laughs, and the sound of it tells Yoochun that Junsu has his head tossed back. "Oh wait, I'm having fun," another shake of hips, "Right now." And another.
Jaejoong growls and bucks up. "I'll show you fun," he snarls, though the sound's more sexy than scary, especially with the gleam in Jaejoong's eyes.
"Junsu," Yoochun says. Junsu leans down to lick a broad stripe from Yoochun's jaw to his temple and shivers run up Yoochun's spine in about the same way. Junsu raises his leg and rolls onto the bed; without the extra weight, it's easy for Jaejoong to shove Yoochun off and onto Junsu. Junsu's turn to gasp. And, Yoochun thinks, watching as Jaejoong's lips curve interestingly, maybe more.
But Junsu turns out to be more trouble than he's worth.
--
It actually never gets past 'The Plan'.
Jaejoong's busy kissing Junsu lazily, settled comfortably on top of him, when Changmin and Yunho enter the room. Yoochun's sprawled out off to their side, face-down. Jaejoong spares him an exasperated (though fond) look before he slides to Junsu's other side, head propped up in a hand. "Thought you guys were asleep," he comments, curling a leg around Junsu's.
Yunho leans against Changmin, eyes heavy as they travel over the mess of limbs on the bed. "Changmin told me about the plan. Glad I'm awake." From the way Changmin's licking his lips, he must agree with Yunho completely.
Jaejoong chuckles, glancing sideways at Junsu, who's smiling that smile the world may never see, and then at Yoochun, who's starting to show signs of life again. "Aish, another round?" he whines, twisting his head, probably to breathe.
"You love it, hyung, don't even try to play that game," Changmin says, fingertips laced with Yunho's as he moves to the bed. He's still mostly naked, having only put on a pair of boxers on. Jaejoong also notices another mark, red and still slightly wet, peeking from beneath the waistband - he didn't make that one and now the dark look in Yunho's eyes makes sense. Changmin and Yunho combine efforts and shove Yoochun over to his side and he goes somewhat willingly, snuggling into Junsu as soon as he's there. Junsu giggles as Yoochun nuzzles at his neck, and Jaejoong smiles softly.
Until he catches Changmin curling into Yoochun, distinctly not-cuddling. No, the motion of Changmin's hips is something else, helped by Yunho as he slides onto the bed and fits himself behind Changmin. Jaejoong's smile turns into a smirk and he reaches over to turn off the lamp.
But that's okay - it was only a joke, anyway.