Baby, It's Cold Outside
Title: Baby, It's Cold Outside
Author: enigmaxempress
Rating: R
Summary: Finally one day to themselves and all Changmin has managed to do it eat, clean, and play videogames. Yunho was knitting. There is something seriously wrong with that.
A/N: for the 2013 exchange fic event at the homin comm a few months ago. originally posted here.
Changmin wakes up that morning and knows immediately that it’s going to be one of those days. He’s got a thick blanket wrapped around and by all intents and purposes, he should be warm and toasty but he isn’t. There’s a distinct chill in his bones despite the relative warmth he should be feeling and realizes belatedly that the body heat he’s accustomed to on his left side is missing. It takes only one swipe of his hand to know that Yunho’s side of the bed has been empty for a good while.
He wants nothing more than to burrow under the covers once again, but he also knows that they’ve got a number of things lined up for the day, no matter how cold it is. It takes Changmin a couple of minutes to convince himself to finally get up, then another while and the alarm going off to convince his stiff, cold body to do the same. The floor is freezing beneath his toes in the seconds it takes for his feet to find his slippers. Throwing on a sweater over his pajamas to ward off the cold, Changmin makes his way out into the living room. The curtains are thrown wide open and a quick glance out the window tells him they might not be going anywhere today. He has to turn on the hall light to check the wall clock and though it reads 8 am, the sky outside is a distinct charcoal grey.
The rest of the apartment is dark and gloomy - just like his mood - and the only other light is coming from the kitchen on the other side of the room. Lured by the sounds of pots and pans, and soft humming, Changmin trudges his way into the kitchen.
“Good morning!” Yunho says the moment he enters the room. Yunho’s mood - not to mention the kitchen itself - is much too warm and chipper for Changmin’s liking.
“Nothing good about it,” Changmin mutters, scowling at Yunho from across the island where the other man is ladling into a bowl some heavenly smelling concoction.
Yunho just laughs, a twinkle in his eye that irritates Changmin in ways that are indescribable. “Actually, there is. A snowstorm hit last night and they had to close off the main roads. Looks like we’re snowed in for the day.”
“Has manager-hyung called yet?”
Just as Yunho opens his mouth to answer, loud rock music blares from out of nowhere, crooning lyrics in a familiar voice that Changmin will never admit to recognizing anymore. “That would be him now,” Yunho replies, ignoring Changmin’s delicately raised brow.
Changmin wrinkles his nose at Yunho’s turned back, reaching for the bowl of food Yunho had been ladling and shoving a spoonful into his mouth. Its leftovers from the night before that had been warmed over the stove. He washes down the first swallow with a sip of coffee, sighing at the heat that travels all the way down his throat. The older man couldn’t cook much beyond the basics, but at least he made good coffee.
With a murmur and an exaggerated hand movement, Yunho ends his conversation with a flourish. “Snow day it is!” he declares with another wide grin that has Changmin frowning in comparison.
He thinks of the photoshoot they had scheduled for today, the one with an outdoor theme, and figures he should be glad to be staying in from the cold. But having woken up on the wrong side of an empty bed, Changmin’s surly mood insists on staying. He sighs heavily, giving Yunho a glare he probably doesn’t deserve, but Changmin can’t help himself anyway. With the way Yunho keeps smiling at him, even going so far as to hum under his breath while cleaning up the dishes, Changmin’s irritation refuses to ebb.
“I’m going back to bed,” he announces, draining the last of his coffee.
“But you just woke up,” Yunho says.
“I didn’t say I’d be sleeping.” CHangmin replies with an inappropriate amount of sarcasm.
“Don’t you want to go outside?” Yunho asks. “It’s been a while since we last had snow.”
It’s been even longer since they had time to enjoy it but Changmin keeps that to himself. “Um, no.” he replies instead, pointedly looking out the gloom of the window.
“Come on, you don’t want to play in the snow? Snow ball fight? Snow men? Snow angels?” Yunho looks crestfallen, a stark contrast from his earlier cheer just minutes ago, and Changmin can almost feel himself relent. Almost.
“You child.” Changmin says disdainfully. “What are you, twelve?”
A corner of Yunho’s mouth quirks up. “Are we talking inches or…?”
“Ambitious this morning, are we?” Changmin says with as straight a face as he can muster, though his lips twitch with the effort not to smile.
“You know ambition has nothing to do with it.” Yunho gives him a look - half playful leer and half smug - before turning back to the sink full of dirty dishes.
Changmin doesn’t even deign to reply.
Walking into the bedroom, he takes one look at the rumpled sheets and decides they don’t look quite as inviting with food and caffeine warming his belly. Changmin putters around the room for a while - making the bed, sorting dirty laundry, and resisting the urge to arrange and rearrange Yunho’s half of the bathroom counter. It does very little to pass the time; Changmin feels restless. It’s been a long time since they’ve had a day off, with no schedules for more than 12 hours. Usually their ‘time off’ consisted of half the day filled with work and the other half trying to catch up on countless hours of missed sleep. Changmin is no longer used to an actual 24 hours to himself to do as he pleases. Everywhere he could go and anything he wants to do is a moot point because of the snowstorm. He should probably be thankful for the down time but instead he’s going stir-crazy.
There’s nothing to do inside the house except sleep and eat, but he’s already done both and doesn’t feel like doing them again. He could work on some music; there are a couple of songs he’s penned unfinished lyrics to, except technically music is work and that would be going against the whole concept of ‘day off’. He could always clean or watch porn, but ultimately decides against either since their cleaning lady would be out of a job and Yunho more than kept him satisfied.
Finally, with nothing else left to do in the bedroom and not wanting to sulk without an audience, Changmin wanders out into the living room. Only one light is on, and Yunho sits looking quite inviting under the lamplight. He’s only wearing an old shirt and sweatpants and Changmin doesn’t know how he can stand the cold. But he does appreciate how the threadbare material outlines the breadth of his shoulders and the muscle in his thighs. The drama he’s been filming for has his hair cut short but the fringe a little long and it covers his eyes. A sudden glint of metal in Yunho’s lap distracts Changmin from his silent perusal.
“What are you doing?” He asks curiously, moving farther into the room. “Are you…” Changmin narrows his eyes for a better look, willing his eyes to deceive him. “…knitting?”
“Why, yes, I am.” Yunho stops the movement of his fingers to lift the bundle for Changmin’s incredulous inspection.
“But why?”
Yunho shrugs. “There’s something about cold weather that just makes you want to sit in a corner and knit, you know?” Changmin doesn’t know, but before he can voice his opinion, Yunho grins at him. “Besides, I’ve got nothing better to do.” He gives Changmin a suggestive look, one that Changmin resolutely ignores despite the bolt of want that goes through his belly and warms him all the way to his toes.
“What’s it supposed to be?” Changmin asks a little gruffly, trying to hide his reaction.
Yunho bursts out laughing, sighing and shaking his head. “It’s a scarf, I think. Or it started out as one anyway. I’m not very good at this knitting thing. It’s been a while since I’ve done it.”
His words bring to mind a long ago memory of the first time: stupid card games and a lost bet. A scarf instead of money. Changmin shakes his head to ward off the memory. Yunho’s knitting skills are still lacking.
“I’m going to play videogames. Do you mind?” Changmins changes the subject by opening the cabinet under the TV to rummage for the videogame console.
“No. I suck at knitting anyway.” Changmin turns his back so that Yunho doesn’t see his all too acquiescent grin. “Just to warn you though, another snow storm is rolling in so more likely than not, we’re going to lose electricity. Save your high scores while you can.”
Changmin grunts in acknowledgement and starts choosing something interesting to play. He forgoes several of the older games, wary of whose name holds first place; eu kyang kyang rings in his ears while he’s picking, so Changmin decides on something gory and loud, with lots of explosions. The game keeps him occupied enough for a while that he doesn’t even hear Yunho get up from the couch and leave the room. It’s mindless activity and Changmin loses all awareness of time and place until the lights blink and the TV goes off, leaving the room in a sudden, startling, and eerie darkness.
Changmin groans. “Fuck. Forgot to save the game.”
“I told you so.” A flicker of light appears behind him as Yunho shines a flashlight and Changmin does his best not to scream like a little girl. Yunho grins at him, the look more creepy than amused with the flashlight held under his chin. “Scared?”
Changmin bristles at the implication, even if it is correct. “No. Where are the candles?” He tries to get up but Yunho’s hand grabs his wrist. Changmin turns to give the older man a piece of his mind but instead finds Yunho’s face mere inches from his own.
“How long are you going to keep ignoring me?”
“What?” Changmin replies intelligently.
Yunho places the flashlight on the low center table and points it up so that - combined with what little light coming from the open windows - they’re bathed in a soft white glow. “We’ve basically been given 24 hours of uninterrupted downtime and so far all you’ve done is eat, clean, and play videogames. I mean, look at me Changmin, I’ve been knitting. That isn’t right.”
“You… don’t like knitting?” Changmin says, unable to think of anything else to say.
Yunho rolls his eyes with a little sigh. “Not as much as I’d like to do be doing other things.” He presses in close and there’s something distinctly firm against Changmin’s thigh. Yunho lets go of Changmin’s wrist slowly, as if still wary he might pull away. He starts to rub Changmin’s arms, working his way to Changmin’s shoulders. “I’ve been trying to give you space in case you needed it, but time’s ticking and I’m tired of waiting. What’s eating at you?”
Changmin opens his mouth to deny that anything’s wrong except he remembers Yunho’s new ring tone, the knitting, and all the videogames he didn’t choose. They’re things he’s learned so well to ignore because he doesn’t have the time to think about it; they’re so busy that most of the time thinking is only second to the routine that’s been theirs for almost ten years. But its days like these, when the world is quiet and they have time to breathe that Changmin is reminded of what used to be and what could have been. It chafes at him, rubs him raw and makes him forget to appreciate the things that are.
With that belated realization, Changmin tilts his head and closes the distance between them. Yunho gasps at the sudden movement and Changmin brings his hand up to keep Yunho in place. There’s a moment of pretense where Changmin tries to keep the kiss light and sweet, but that’s never been his style and neither is it Yunho’s. He swipes his tongue along the seam of Yunho’s lips and Yunho opens them in silent invitation. They both groan when Changmin leans back, putting Yunho half on top of him and their cocks bump, hindered by too many clothes.
“I’m all good now.” Changmin pulls away a few centimeters to breathe.
“What?” Yunho asks, looking slightly muddled. “Just like that?”
“Just like that.” Changmin grins at him.
Yunho shakes his head. “If I had known kissing you was the answer, I’d have done it sooner.”
Then they’re kissing again and Changmin is lost in the taste of Yunho’s mouth. It always amazes him, the hidden softness of Yunho’s body. His lips are one, the bottom lip in a perpetual pout that Changmin can never resist pulling between his teeth and nipping. Yunho hisses at the sting but it’s a good sound, one that has them rubbing against each other in the most delicious way with clothes still on. The only drawback is that they’re on the floor and Changmin would really like for this to be an enjoyable experience with only mild injuries. They manage to relocate only as far as the couch with a little less clothing on than they had while on the floor. Changmin’s sweater is gone and the only thing keeping Yunho’s shirt on his their unwillingness to stop kissing for the scant seconds it would take to get the thing off.
Yunho’s sweatpants and Changmin’s pajamas are removed amidst a tangle of arms and legs. Thankfully, neither of them ever bother with underwear around the house. He stretches out on top of Yunho on the couch, content to just kiss and rub against each other for the time being. There’s enough heat enough between them at the moment that Changmin doesn’t feel the cold, just the warmth of Yunho’s body and the building need in his own. Yunho makes little noises at the back of his throat, teasing his nails down the center of Changmin’s spine and he has to pull away with a gasp. Yunho pants noisily beneath him, pupils dilated and cheeks flushed. Changmin is suddenly, desperately hard. He pulls Yunho’s knees out from under him, spreading them wide to wrap around his hips and they rock together, groaning at the sudden friction.
“Fuck, we need lube,” Changmin gasps, pulling away and pushing up onto one hand. All it does his put more weight in his hips and Yunho grinds into him with a loud moan. Changmin sticks his hand deep into the couch cushions; there should be a small tube of lube here just for occasions like this. His search takes longer than it should with Yunho whimpering into his neck and thrusting against him. Changmin nearly whoops with joy when his fingers close around the skinny tube.
Yunho moans, lifting his legs away to give Changmin room to shift down. He wastes no time in touching himself in Changmin’s absence, pulling first at his nipples before his hands make their own way down to stroke at his erection. Need pulls at Changmin in the direction of his groin, making his fingers fumble in their work. No matter how many times he’s seen it, the sight of Yunho’s hands moving up and down his cock, squeezing the head and pressing a thumb into the slit makes Changmin’s heart beat double time.
“Changmin- hurry!” Yunho groans, fisting his cock. “I need you - please! - I can’t -” His words are cut short when Changmin surges forward suddenly, burying himself almost all the way in. He stops just in time to give Yunho a few moments to adjust, but they are long seconds that feel like forever. Yunho’s tight heat wraps around the head of his cock in tantalizingly snug fit that makes Changmin want to ram into Yunho over and over. It’s a battle of mind over body as he waits for Yunho’s muscles to relax around him just enough so he can move without hurting anyone.
A low whine tells Changmin that Yunho is ready; his cock pulses at the sound and Changmin can feel himself get even harder as he tries the first experimental thrust. He circles his hips, aiming for Yunho’s prostate. He knows he hits home when Yunho lets out a loud whimper of need. After one last moment of teasing, Changmin finds a rhythm that pleases them both. He thrusts slow and steady, but hard. Changmin grits his teeth against the growing ache in his balls, and the heat coiling tight in his stomach.
“Changmin, please!” Yunho begs, clenching tightly around him and Changmin almost loses it right then and there.
“Please, what?” He manages to grit out. “Tell me what you want.”
Yunho’s breath hitches as Changmin chooses that moment to lift one his legs onto Changmin’s shoulder, changing the angle. Yunho promptly loses the ability of speech for the time it takes for his neurons to process words.
“Fuck me,” he gasps, the edges of his peripheral vision dotting black and white as his orgasm builds to a crescendo. “Please- harder. Yes!” The last words come out as a hiss when Changmin decides to pick up the pace, no longer able to deny his own body.
Yunho writhes desperately, wild, as Changmin thrusts into him with short, clipped strokes and hitting his prostate with every pass. His belly heaves suddenly, and Changmin can’t hold back the stream of profanity that comes out of his mouth as he holds himself back to feel Yunho’s first contractions. Changmin always considers that moment pure nirvana, reveling in the height of lust before falling straight over the edge.
Yunho comes with a loud cry and Changmin follows with a groan before collapsing onto Yunho’s chest. Yunho’s heart tattoos a rapid drumbeat against Changmin’s ear, the sound nearly deafening. They rest silently for a few minutes before the cold creeps in and Changmin struggles to find the will to drag himself up and off the couch to grab a wet cloth and a blanket. Yunho just grins at him, limbs limp at his sides as he lets Changmin maneuver his limbs around for cleanup. The only time he deigns to move is when they settle back onto the couch, pulling Changmin close. It’s Changmin’s turn to let Yunho hold him in the aftermath like he’s so good at, content to snuggle himself into the crook of Yunho’s shoulder for the time being.
“Look, Changmin-ah, it’s snowing,” Yunho says with an enthusiasm Changmin thinks is unwarranted for the white stuff drifting outside.
“I can see that.”
“You sure you don’t want to go outside? We can build a snowman, have a snowball fight or - OW!” Yunho yelps, rubbing at the spot Changmin had pinched painfully between two fingers. “What was that for?”
Changmin leans down to soothe the sting with his tongue, mischievously licking at Yunho’s nipples along the way. He feels Yunho’s body shiver against him and can’t help but smirk. “Nah, we’ve got better things to do.”
A/N: for anyone who might be confused: 1) Yunho’s ringtone is Jaejoong’s new song, Mine. 2) The bet implied in the fic was between Yoochun and Yunho a long time ago. They played a card game in which Yunho lost so abysmally that he owed Yoochun an unspecified, but apparently large amount of money. Instead of the money Yoochun asked Yunho to make a scarf for him instead. Which he did make, after a month of working on it. I’m not entirely sure Yoochun ever got it though lol. 3.) Videogames + eu kyang kyang = Junsu. Pretty self-explanatory 8D
Author: enigmaxempress
Rating: R
Summary: Finally one day to themselves and all Changmin has managed to do it eat, clean, and play videogames. Yunho was knitting. There is something seriously wrong with that.
A/N: for the 2013 exchange fic event at the homin comm a few months ago. originally posted here.
Changmin wakes up that morning and knows immediately that it’s going to be one of those days. He’s got a thick blanket wrapped around and by all intents and purposes, he should be warm and toasty but he isn’t. There’s a distinct chill in his bones despite the relative warmth he should be feeling and realizes belatedly that the body heat he’s accustomed to on his left side is missing. It takes only one swipe of his hand to know that Yunho’s side of the bed has been empty for a good while.
He wants nothing more than to burrow under the covers once again, but he also knows that they’ve got a number of things lined up for the day, no matter how cold it is. It takes Changmin a couple of minutes to convince himself to finally get up, then another while and the alarm going off to convince his stiff, cold body to do the same. The floor is freezing beneath his toes in the seconds it takes for his feet to find his slippers. Throwing on a sweater over his pajamas to ward off the cold, Changmin makes his way out into the living room. The curtains are thrown wide open and a quick glance out the window tells him they might not be going anywhere today. He has to turn on the hall light to check the wall clock and though it reads 8 am, the sky outside is a distinct charcoal grey.
The rest of the apartment is dark and gloomy - just like his mood - and the only other light is coming from the kitchen on the other side of the room. Lured by the sounds of pots and pans, and soft humming, Changmin trudges his way into the kitchen.
“Good morning!” Yunho says the moment he enters the room. Yunho’s mood - not to mention the kitchen itself - is much too warm and chipper for Changmin’s liking.
“Nothing good about it,” Changmin mutters, scowling at Yunho from across the island where the other man is ladling into a bowl some heavenly smelling concoction.
Yunho just laughs, a twinkle in his eye that irritates Changmin in ways that are indescribable. “Actually, there is. A snowstorm hit last night and they had to close off the main roads. Looks like we’re snowed in for the day.”
“Has manager-hyung called yet?”
Just as Yunho opens his mouth to answer, loud rock music blares from out of nowhere, crooning lyrics in a familiar voice that Changmin will never admit to recognizing anymore. “That would be him now,” Yunho replies, ignoring Changmin’s delicately raised brow.
Changmin wrinkles his nose at Yunho’s turned back, reaching for the bowl of food Yunho had been ladling and shoving a spoonful into his mouth. Its leftovers from the night before that had been warmed over the stove. He washes down the first swallow with a sip of coffee, sighing at the heat that travels all the way down his throat. The older man couldn’t cook much beyond the basics, but at least he made good coffee.
With a murmur and an exaggerated hand movement, Yunho ends his conversation with a flourish. “Snow day it is!” he declares with another wide grin that has Changmin frowning in comparison.
He thinks of the photoshoot they had scheduled for today, the one with an outdoor theme, and figures he should be glad to be staying in from the cold. But having woken up on the wrong side of an empty bed, Changmin’s surly mood insists on staying. He sighs heavily, giving Yunho a glare he probably doesn’t deserve, but Changmin can’t help himself anyway. With the way Yunho keeps smiling at him, even going so far as to hum under his breath while cleaning up the dishes, Changmin’s irritation refuses to ebb.
“I’m going back to bed,” he announces, draining the last of his coffee.
“But you just woke up,” Yunho says.
“I didn’t say I’d be sleeping.” CHangmin replies with an inappropriate amount of sarcasm.
“Don’t you want to go outside?” Yunho asks. “It’s been a while since we last had snow.”
It’s been even longer since they had time to enjoy it but Changmin keeps that to himself. “Um, no.” he replies instead, pointedly looking out the gloom of the window.
“Come on, you don’t want to play in the snow? Snow ball fight? Snow men? Snow angels?” Yunho looks crestfallen, a stark contrast from his earlier cheer just minutes ago, and Changmin can almost feel himself relent. Almost.
“You child.” Changmin says disdainfully. “What are you, twelve?”
A corner of Yunho’s mouth quirks up. “Are we talking inches or…?”
“Ambitious this morning, are we?” Changmin says with as straight a face as he can muster, though his lips twitch with the effort not to smile.
“You know ambition has nothing to do with it.” Yunho gives him a look - half playful leer and half smug - before turning back to the sink full of dirty dishes.
Changmin doesn’t even deign to reply.
Walking into the bedroom, he takes one look at the rumpled sheets and decides they don’t look quite as inviting with food and caffeine warming his belly. Changmin putters around the room for a while - making the bed, sorting dirty laundry, and resisting the urge to arrange and rearrange Yunho’s half of the bathroom counter. It does very little to pass the time; Changmin feels restless. It’s been a long time since they’ve had a day off, with no schedules for more than 12 hours. Usually their ‘time off’ consisted of half the day filled with work and the other half trying to catch up on countless hours of missed sleep. Changmin is no longer used to an actual 24 hours to himself to do as he pleases. Everywhere he could go and anything he wants to do is a moot point because of the snowstorm. He should probably be thankful for the down time but instead he’s going stir-crazy.
There’s nothing to do inside the house except sleep and eat, but he’s already done both and doesn’t feel like doing them again. He could work on some music; there are a couple of songs he’s penned unfinished lyrics to, except technically music is work and that would be going against the whole concept of ‘day off’. He could always clean or watch porn, but ultimately decides against either since their cleaning lady would be out of a job and Yunho more than kept him satisfied.
Finally, with nothing else left to do in the bedroom and not wanting to sulk without an audience, Changmin wanders out into the living room. Only one light is on, and Yunho sits looking quite inviting under the lamplight. He’s only wearing an old shirt and sweatpants and Changmin doesn’t know how he can stand the cold. But he does appreciate how the threadbare material outlines the breadth of his shoulders and the muscle in his thighs. The drama he’s been filming for has his hair cut short but the fringe a little long and it covers his eyes. A sudden glint of metal in Yunho’s lap distracts Changmin from his silent perusal.
“What are you doing?” He asks curiously, moving farther into the room. “Are you…” Changmin narrows his eyes for a better look, willing his eyes to deceive him. “…knitting?”
“Why, yes, I am.” Yunho stops the movement of his fingers to lift the bundle for Changmin’s incredulous inspection.
“But why?”
Yunho shrugs. “There’s something about cold weather that just makes you want to sit in a corner and knit, you know?” Changmin doesn’t know, but before he can voice his opinion, Yunho grins at him. “Besides, I’ve got nothing better to do.” He gives Changmin a suggestive look, one that Changmin resolutely ignores despite the bolt of want that goes through his belly and warms him all the way to his toes.
“What’s it supposed to be?” Changmin asks a little gruffly, trying to hide his reaction.
Yunho bursts out laughing, sighing and shaking his head. “It’s a scarf, I think. Or it started out as one anyway. I’m not very good at this knitting thing. It’s been a while since I’ve done it.”
His words bring to mind a long ago memory of the first time: stupid card games and a lost bet. A scarf instead of money. Changmin shakes his head to ward off the memory. Yunho’s knitting skills are still lacking.
“I’m going to play videogames. Do you mind?” Changmins changes the subject by opening the cabinet under the TV to rummage for the videogame console.
“No. I suck at knitting anyway.” Changmin turns his back so that Yunho doesn’t see his all too acquiescent grin. “Just to warn you though, another snow storm is rolling in so more likely than not, we’re going to lose electricity. Save your high scores while you can.”
Changmin grunts in acknowledgement and starts choosing something interesting to play. He forgoes several of the older games, wary of whose name holds first place; eu kyang kyang rings in his ears while he’s picking, so Changmin decides on something gory and loud, with lots of explosions. The game keeps him occupied enough for a while that he doesn’t even hear Yunho get up from the couch and leave the room. It’s mindless activity and Changmin loses all awareness of time and place until the lights blink and the TV goes off, leaving the room in a sudden, startling, and eerie darkness.
Changmin groans. “Fuck. Forgot to save the game.”
“I told you so.” A flicker of light appears behind him as Yunho shines a flashlight and Changmin does his best not to scream like a little girl. Yunho grins at him, the look more creepy than amused with the flashlight held under his chin. “Scared?”
Changmin bristles at the implication, even if it is correct. “No. Where are the candles?” He tries to get up but Yunho’s hand grabs his wrist. Changmin turns to give the older man a piece of his mind but instead finds Yunho’s face mere inches from his own.
“How long are you going to keep ignoring me?”
“What?” Changmin replies intelligently.
Yunho places the flashlight on the low center table and points it up so that - combined with what little light coming from the open windows - they’re bathed in a soft white glow. “We’ve basically been given 24 hours of uninterrupted downtime and so far all you’ve done is eat, clean, and play videogames. I mean, look at me Changmin, I’ve been knitting. That isn’t right.”
“You… don’t like knitting?” Changmin says, unable to think of anything else to say.
Yunho rolls his eyes with a little sigh. “Not as much as I’d like to do be doing other things.” He presses in close and there’s something distinctly firm against Changmin’s thigh. Yunho lets go of Changmin’s wrist slowly, as if still wary he might pull away. He starts to rub Changmin’s arms, working his way to Changmin’s shoulders. “I’ve been trying to give you space in case you needed it, but time’s ticking and I’m tired of waiting. What’s eating at you?”
Changmin opens his mouth to deny that anything’s wrong except he remembers Yunho’s new ring tone, the knitting, and all the videogames he didn’t choose. They’re things he’s learned so well to ignore because he doesn’t have the time to think about it; they’re so busy that most of the time thinking is only second to the routine that’s been theirs for almost ten years. But its days like these, when the world is quiet and they have time to breathe that Changmin is reminded of what used to be and what could have been. It chafes at him, rubs him raw and makes him forget to appreciate the things that are.
With that belated realization, Changmin tilts his head and closes the distance between them. Yunho gasps at the sudden movement and Changmin brings his hand up to keep Yunho in place. There’s a moment of pretense where Changmin tries to keep the kiss light and sweet, but that’s never been his style and neither is it Yunho’s. He swipes his tongue along the seam of Yunho’s lips and Yunho opens them in silent invitation. They both groan when Changmin leans back, putting Yunho half on top of him and their cocks bump, hindered by too many clothes.
“I’m all good now.” Changmin pulls away a few centimeters to breathe.
“What?” Yunho asks, looking slightly muddled. “Just like that?”
“Just like that.” Changmin grins at him.
Yunho shakes his head. “If I had known kissing you was the answer, I’d have done it sooner.”
Then they’re kissing again and Changmin is lost in the taste of Yunho’s mouth. It always amazes him, the hidden softness of Yunho’s body. His lips are one, the bottom lip in a perpetual pout that Changmin can never resist pulling between his teeth and nipping. Yunho hisses at the sting but it’s a good sound, one that has them rubbing against each other in the most delicious way with clothes still on. The only drawback is that they’re on the floor and Changmin would really like for this to be an enjoyable experience with only mild injuries. They manage to relocate only as far as the couch with a little less clothing on than they had while on the floor. Changmin’s sweater is gone and the only thing keeping Yunho’s shirt on his their unwillingness to stop kissing for the scant seconds it would take to get the thing off.
Yunho’s sweatpants and Changmin’s pajamas are removed amidst a tangle of arms and legs. Thankfully, neither of them ever bother with underwear around the house. He stretches out on top of Yunho on the couch, content to just kiss and rub against each other for the time being. There’s enough heat enough between them at the moment that Changmin doesn’t feel the cold, just the warmth of Yunho’s body and the building need in his own. Yunho makes little noises at the back of his throat, teasing his nails down the center of Changmin’s spine and he has to pull away with a gasp. Yunho pants noisily beneath him, pupils dilated and cheeks flushed. Changmin is suddenly, desperately hard. He pulls Yunho’s knees out from under him, spreading them wide to wrap around his hips and they rock together, groaning at the sudden friction.
“Fuck, we need lube,” Changmin gasps, pulling away and pushing up onto one hand. All it does his put more weight in his hips and Yunho grinds into him with a loud moan. Changmin sticks his hand deep into the couch cushions; there should be a small tube of lube here just for occasions like this. His search takes longer than it should with Yunho whimpering into his neck and thrusting against him. Changmin nearly whoops with joy when his fingers close around the skinny tube.
Yunho moans, lifting his legs away to give Changmin room to shift down. He wastes no time in touching himself in Changmin’s absence, pulling first at his nipples before his hands make their own way down to stroke at his erection. Need pulls at Changmin in the direction of his groin, making his fingers fumble in their work. No matter how many times he’s seen it, the sight of Yunho’s hands moving up and down his cock, squeezing the head and pressing a thumb into the slit makes Changmin’s heart beat double time.
“Changmin- hurry!” Yunho groans, fisting his cock. “I need you - please! - I can’t -” His words are cut short when Changmin surges forward suddenly, burying himself almost all the way in. He stops just in time to give Yunho a few moments to adjust, but they are long seconds that feel like forever. Yunho’s tight heat wraps around the head of his cock in tantalizingly snug fit that makes Changmin want to ram into Yunho over and over. It’s a battle of mind over body as he waits for Yunho’s muscles to relax around him just enough so he can move without hurting anyone.
A low whine tells Changmin that Yunho is ready; his cock pulses at the sound and Changmin can feel himself get even harder as he tries the first experimental thrust. He circles his hips, aiming for Yunho’s prostate. He knows he hits home when Yunho lets out a loud whimper of need. After one last moment of teasing, Changmin finds a rhythm that pleases them both. He thrusts slow and steady, but hard. Changmin grits his teeth against the growing ache in his balls, and the heat coiling tight in his stomach.
“Changmin, please!” Yunho begs, clenching tightly around him and Changmin almost loses it right then and there.
“Please, what?” He manages to grit out. “Tell me what you want.”
Yunho’s breath hitches as Changmin chooses that moment to lift one his legs onto Changmin’s shoulder, changing the angle. Yunho promptly loses the ability of speech for the time it takes for his neurons to process words.
“Fuck me,” he gasps, the edges of his peripheral vision dotting black and white as his orgasm builds to a crescendo. “Please- harder. Yes!” The last words come out as a hiss when Changmin decides to pick up the pace, no longer able to deny his own body.
Yunho writhes desperately, wild, as Changmin thrusts into him with short, clipped strokes and hitting his prostate with every pass. His belly heaves suddenly, and Changmin can’t hold back the stream of profanity that comes out of his mouth as he holds himself back to feel Yunho’s first contractions. Changmin always considers that moment pure nirvana, reveling in the height of lust before falling straight over the edge.
Yunho comes with a loud cry and Changmin follows with a groan before collapsing onto Yunho’s chest. Yunho’s heart tattoos a rapid drumbeat against Changmin’s ear, the sound nearly deafening. They rest silently for a few minutes before the cold creeps in and Changmin struggles to find the will to drag himself up and off the couch to grab a wet cloth and a blanket. Yunho just grins at him, limbs limp at his sides as he lets Changmin maneuver his limbs around for cleanup. The only time he deigns to move is when they settle back onto the couch, pulling Changmin close. It’s Changmin’s turn to let Yunho hold him in the aftermath like he’s so good at, content to snuggle himself into the crook of Yunho’s shoulder for the time being.
“Look, Changmin-ah, it’s snowing,” Yunho says with an enthusiasm Changmin thinks is unwarranted for the white stuff drifting outside.
“I can see that.”
“You sure you don’t want to go outside? We can build a snowman, have a snowball fight or - OW!” Yunho yelps, rubbing at the spot Changmin had pinched painfully between two fingers. “What was that for?”
Changmin leans down to soothe the sting with his tongue, mischievously licking at Yunho’s nipples along the way. He feels Yunho’s body shiver against him and can’t help but smirk. “Nah, we’ve got better things to do.”
A/N: for anyone who might be confused: 1) Yunho’s ringtone is Jaejoong’s new song, Mine. 2) The bet implied in the fic was between Yoochun and Yunho a long time ago. They played a card game in which Yunho lost so abysmally that he owed Yoochun an unspecified, but apparently large amount of money. Instead of the money Yoochun asked Yunho to make a scarf for him instead. Which he did make, after a month of working on it. I’m not entirely sure Yoochun ever got it though lol. 3.) Videogames + eu kyang kyang = Junsu. Pretty self-explanatory 8D