Fiction
Title: Fiction
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu, Changmin/FC
Genre: Angst
Rating: NC-17
Length: Ficlet
Disclaimer: I don't own DBSK :(
Summary: As long as he could stay with Junsu, Changmin doesn’t need to be saved.
A/N: Because JaeChun muse refused to come out, I present you a MinSu instead.
15.06.12 | Fiction - B2ST
Soft fingers trailed over his knuckles and Changmin looked up from the coffee mug in his hands. She smiled softly and removed one of Changmin’s deadly grasps on the ceramic before slipping her hand into the empty space between Changmin’s long fingers. Changmin wryly smiled back, and once again, turned his attention to the black bitter liquid in front of him that had grown cold minutes, probably hours ago.
He didn’t protest at the soft caresses of her thumb against his knuckle. He was a bit thankful, even, because he had something else to focus on, something else to feel other than the pain on his heart.
Other than the too small, way too smooth hand entwined with his that is not Junsu’s.
Her voice was soft, delicate, but an octave lower than Junsu’s awfully high one, as she started talking about how her day went, although knowing perfectly well Changmin wasn’t listening. She didn’t mind, because she chattered random things just to keep Changmin from thinking too much, and she avoids questions so Changmin doesn’t have to talk when he doesn’t feel like it. She was desperately trying to save Changmin without forcing a therapist on him, without letting others force Changmin to go to seek professional help for his condition, and Changmin was very thankful for that.
But he could never explain to her that he doesn’t want to be saved.
As long as he could stay with Junsu, he doesn’t need to be saved.
There was a knock on his window. Changmin turned to the side of his room to find Junsu already sitting on the sill, his legs crossed around the ankle and swinging as he hummed to a song Changmin doesn’t recognize.
He opened his arms in invitation and smiled when Junsu jumped down the sill with a matching gleeful expression on his face. “Changmin-aaaaaaah,” and Junsu ran into his arms, enveloped in his embrace, before kissing him deeply.
“You’re suffocating me,” Changmin chuckled.
“I miss you~” Junsu whined and cupped Changmin’s cheeks before kissing him again. Changmin smiled into the smaller man’s lips and drowned himself in the sound of Junsu’s giggles. He buried his face on Junsu’s hair and inhaled the sweet scent that seems to linger forever on Junsu’s skin. Not knowing when he would see his lover again, he inhaled Junsu, memorized him, snaking his arms around the latter’s waist and pulled him flat against his chest.
“I miss you too,” Changmin whispered to Junsu’s ear, as if it was a secret, as if he doesn’t want anyone else to hear him. With it, he kissed the side of Junsu’s face and nibbled on his ear.
Junsu giggled, loud and clear and so very Junsu, not bothering if anyone would hear him. His hand caressed down Changmin’s arm and kissed the taller’s bicep.
Pulling Junsu by the waist, Changmin walked backwards to his bed. Falling on it, he positioned himself on the center of the bed eagle-spread and Junsu crawled over him with mischievous smirk. “Let me show how much I miss you,” he whispered with a low playful tone that sent shiver down Changmin’s spine.
“Hmm, hurry then, we don’t have much time.” Changmin leaned back and closed his eyes. Lips met his before trailing soft kisses down his jaw and neck. A pair of hands opened each button of his shirt with teasing brushes of fingers against his bare skin. Changmin’s moan caught in his throat as Junsu kissed him again, shoving his tongue down the taller’s throat.
Junsu’s soft finger ran up and down his chest as he took his time devouring Changmin’s lips, stopping to tease the nipples only a little, but enough to pull Changmin’s whimper from his throat. Changmin’s fingers tangled itself to the hair on Junsu’s nape, slightly pulling and encouraging Junsu to do more.
He pulled away with a smile, looking down at him, and Changmin thought Junsu was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Junsu straddled Changmin’s hip and sat down on his thighs as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Changmin took the initiative to take his already opened shirt off. A pair of hands immediately worked on the clasp of his jeans and he lifted his hip up to allow Junsu pull his pants and boxer off in one go. Junsu pushed his jeans off as well and Changmin moaned at the feeling of smooth bare skin on his thighs.
Junsu smirked and sat his ass on Changmin’s crotch, rubbing the hardened shaft on his cleft. Changmin bit his lower lip against louder moans threatening to escape his throat. He wasn’t sure who would hear if he moans out loud. No one should know Junsu was there, or they would take him away again. Changmin can’t afford to have Junsu taken away from him again. Junsu lowered himself on top of Changmin, his hard-on pressing on the latter’s stomach, and kissed his lover again, licking his lower lip and traveled down to kiss his neck and collarbones.
Changmin closed his eyes to enjoy Junsu’s touches and lips against his skin. His hands clawed on Junsu’s shoulder, a little too tight and would surely leave bloody nail prints, but Junsu didn’t protest. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and Changmin had to bite the back of his hand to keep from screaming. Junsu smirked and continued the movement of his tongue, swirling around the bud and grazing the sensitive skin around it with his teeth.
He was red and leaking from Junsu’s ministration by the time Junsu engulfed the crown of his erection. His free hand twisted the sheets while he bit harder on the other. His breath grew harsher, chest heaving from every swipe of Junsu’s tongue on his slit. Just when Changmin’s orgasm was near its peak, Junsu let the cock fall from his mouth and onto Changmin’s stomach.
“Junnn-” he whined, pulling Junsu up to his lips again. Junsu chuckled into his lips and Changmin was about to flip his position when Junsu refused.
“No, let me cheer you up today.”
“It’s okay Su, being with you makes me happy.”
Junsu smiled beautifully and pecked his lips, before pushing Changmin down to the bed by his shoulders. “Just let me pamper you, okay?” Once again, Changmin’s protests were swallowed with a kiss. Junsu reached into a drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He kneeled on the bed with his legs on either sides of Changmin’s body and covered his fingers with the liquid. “Watch me,” Junsu whispered as he reached between his legs. “Look at me, Changmin. Only me.”
“Only you,” Changmin answered, running his hands up and down his lover’s thigh. Junsu moaned as his cold finger rubbed on the furled skin of his entrance. Pushing two fingers in at once, Junsu’s moan echoed around the room. He fingered himself as he looked down at Changmin with lust-blown brown orbs.
Changmin growled and pulled Junsu to meet his lips again. Junsu whimpered as he kissed back, still fingering himself. Changmin reached over Junsu’s back and push his own finger in. Junsu whined and tried to thrust back, but Changmin’s hand held his neck in place and continued to suck on his lower lip.
“Fuck me. Changmin. Please. In me, now!” Junsu was a blabbering mess by the time four fingers were inside him. Changmin pulled his fingers out and coated his erection with lube before positioning himself. Junsu wasn’t nearly patience enough and sat down immediately, taking all of Changmin in one go. Junsu screamed and Changmin growled, biting down on Junsu’s shoulder.
With his palms spread on Changmin’s chest, Junsu moved, fucking himself on Changmin’s cock, and their body went up in flames. Friction, heat, so much pleasure, more than Changmin thought he could take. He curled his hand on Junsu’s erection and started fisting his lover with the same rhythm. Junsu whimpered and sped up, thrusting into Changmin’s hand and slamming back to his cock.
He chanted Changmin’s name over and over again; his voice was intoxicating. Changmin closed his eyes and memorized everything about that moment, how Junsu whimpered and whined his name, how sweet he smelled, and how hot his body is against his bare skin. He suppressed the emotion inside him and focused on the feel of Junsu’s hole clenching at him, ignoring fear of not being able to see Junsu again that crept up his spine, the craving for more that gnawed on his heart, and the depression eating him from inside.
Heat pooled deep on his abdomen and Changmin flipped Junsu over. Junsu whine as Changmin’s cock slipped off from him, but Changmin turned Junsu to his hands and knees and slammed into him once again. “Faster, faster, Changmin-” Junsu screamed, pumping on his own cock as Changmin fucked him hard into the mattress, his hands holding Junsu’s waist in bruising grip.
Changmin kissed Junsu’s nape and down his spine, biting and leaving little red marks as a signature, so anyone who touches Junsu would know whom he belongs to. Possessiveness boiled up Changmin’s throat and made him sped up, faster, rougher, claiming Junsu.
Junsu is his. Only his.
“Chang-” Junsu whimpered as Changmin repeatedly hit on the spot that sent pleasure like electric currents all over his body. A few more thrusts had him coming all over his hand, clenching on Changmin tighter, making him lose his rhythm. The come dripped to the sheets, but none of them could care less right now. Looking over his shoulder, Junsu smirked at Changmin and licked on the come in his hand, sucking the finger into his mouth.
“Fuck, Junsu-” Changmin groaned, losing his pace and came deep inside Junsu. He fell on top of the smaller man and wrapped his arms around his lover’s body immediately; like he was afraid Junsu would evaporate and disappear into thin air. He rearranged their position again so he could lie on his stomach with his head on Junsu’s shoulder, their limbs tangled in a way that made it impossible for Junsu to escape.
Junsu chuckled, his breath still labored, and combed Changmin’s hair with his fingers. “I love you,” he whispered as he placed a kiss on top of Changmin’s head.
Changmin whimpered a reply and looked up so Junsu could kiss his lips. He sighed and tightened his hold around Junsu’s waist. “I don’t want you to go…”
“But you know I have to, Min-ah,” Junsu replied, still playing with Changmin’s hair.
“I know, but it doesn’t mean I like it…”
“But I’ll be back,” Junsu kissed him again, “I always do.”
“We’re slow dancing in a burning room, aren’t we?” Changmin whimpered, the fear in his chest taking over.
“Ssht,” Junsu wrapped his arms around Changmin’s shoulder and kissed his head again. “Don’t think about it, love. Sleep now.” He started humming a lullaby, and Changmin closed his eyes. He had no choice but to trust Junsu. That’s the only thing he has to hold on to anyway, Junsu’s words.
And Changmin uttered a small prayer that Junsu would still be beside him when he opens his eyes later as he fell into a deep sleep.
She opened Changmin’s bedroom door lightly, trying not to make a sound, to find the man asleep soundly on the bed. He was naked, the thin blanket plastered on his back by sweat. The afternoon red sunlight made his skin glow a beautiful shade of golden. His sleeping face was so peaceful, serene, with a small smile on his thin lips. He looked beautiful, so beautiful her heart clenched.
He did it again.
That smile only appears whenever Junsu ‘visits’. Changmin only ever sleeps that soundly whenever he ‘sleeps’ with Junsu, or else he would be a light sleeper and would have jumped awake at the sound of the opened door. The scattered clothes on the floor were enough of a proof that he was there, that Junsu was there, with Changmin.
And when Changmin wakes up, he will feel depressed all over again to find Junsu gone, nowhere to be found.
She let a small sigh escaped her lips as she closed the door again. At least Changmin could feel happy once in a while, whenever Junsu visits. A least he could stop being devastated from time to time without having to take drugs that made him feel nothing altogether. At least by staying with her, no one would ‘prevent’ Junsu from visiting.
She leaned back to the closed door and stared at the ceiling.
She loves Changmin, and there is no way she would ever let him go, but maybe, just maybe, she should learn to accept there is no way she could ever compete with Junsu.
That no one can make Changmin happier than his imaginary lover.
***
Do not take any posts from this journal and post it somewhere else without permission as well as proper credit.
Comments are appreciated :)
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu, Changmin/FC
Genre: Angst
Rating: NC-17
Length: Ficlet
Disclaimer: I don't own DBSK :(
Summary: As long as he could stay with Junsu, Changmin doesn’t need to be saved.
A/N: Because JaeChun muse refused to come out, I present you a MinSu instead.
15.06.12 | Fiction - B2ST
Soft fingers trailed over his knuckles and Changmin looked up from the coffee mug in his hands. She smiled softly and removed one of Changmin’s deadly grasps on the ceramic before slipping her hand into the empty space between Changmin’s long fingers. Changmin wryly smiled back, and once again, turned his attention to the black bitter liquid in front of him that had grown cold minutes, probably hours ago.
He didn’t protest at the soft caresses of her thumb against his knuckle. He was a bit thankful, even, because he had something else to focus on, something else to feel other than the pain on his heart.
Other than the too small, way too smooth hand entwined with his that is not Junsu’s.
Her voice was soft, delicate, but an octave lower than Junsu’s awfully high one, as she started talking about how her day went, although knowing perfectly well Changmin wasn’t listening. She didn’t mind, because she chattered random things just to keep Changmin from thinking too much, and she avoids questions so Changmin doesn’t have to talk when he doesn’t feel like it. She was desperately trying to save Changmin without forcing a therapist on him, without letting others force Changmin to go to seek professional help for his condition, and Changmin was very thankful for that.
But he could never explain to her that he doesn’t want to be saved.
As long as he could stay with Junsu, he doesn’t need to be saved.
There was a knock on his window. Changmin turned to the side of his room to find Junsu already sitting on the sill, his legs crossed around the ankle and swinging as he hummed to a song Changmin doesn’t recognize.
He opened his arms in invitation and smiled when Junsu jumped down the sill with a matching gleeful expression on his face. “Changmin-aaaaaaah,” and Junsu ran into his arms, enveloped in his embrace, before kissing him deeply.
“You’re suffocating me,” Changmin chuckled.
“I miss you~” Junsu whined and cupped Changmin’s cheeks before kissing him again. Changmin smiled into the smaller man’s lips and drowned himself in the sound of Junsu’s giggles. He buried his face on Junsu’s hair and inhaled the sweet scent that seems to linger forever on Junsu’s skin. Not knowing when he would see his lover again, he inhaled Junsu, memorized him, snaking his arms around the latter’s waist and pulled him flat against his chest.
“I miss you too,” Changmin whispered to Junsu’s ear, as if it was a secret, as if he doesn’t want anyone else to hear him. With it, he kissed the side of Junsu’s face and nibbled on his ear.
Junsu giggled, loud and clear and so very Junsu, not bothering if anyone would hear him. His hand caressed down Changmin’s arm and kissed the taller’s bicep.
Pulling Junsu by the waist, Changmin walked backwards to his bed. Falling on it, he positioned himself on the center of the bed eagle-spread and Junsu crawled over him with mischievous smirk. “Let me show how much I miss you,” he whispered with a low playful tone that sent shiver down Changmin’s spine.
“Hmm, hurry then, we don’t have much time.” Changmin leaned back and closed his eyes. Lips met his before trailing soft kisses down his jaw and neck. A pair of hands opened each button of his shirt with teasing brushes of fingers against his bare skin. Changmin’s moan caught in his throat as Junsu kissed him again, shoving his tongue down the taller’s throat.
Junsu’s soft finger ran up and down his chest as he took his time devouring Changmin’s lips, stopping to tease the nipples only a little, but enough to pull Changmin’s whimper from his throat. Changmin’s fingers tangled itself to the hair on Junsu’s nape, slightly pulling and encouraging Junsu to do more.
He pulled away with a smile, looking down at him, and Changmin thought Junsu was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Junsu straddled Changmin’s hip and sat down on his thighs as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Changmin took the initiative to take his already opened shirt off. A pair of hands immediately worked on the clasp of his jeans and he lifted his hip up to allow Junsu pull his pants and boxer off in one go. Junsu pushed his jeans off as well and Changmin moaned at the feeling of smooth bare skin on his thighs.
Junsu smirked and sat his ass on Changmin’s crotch, rubbing the hardened shaft on his cleft. Changmin bit his lower lip against louder moans threatening to escape his throat. He wasn’t sure who would hear if he moans out loud. No one should know Junsu was there, or they would take him away again. Changmin can’t afford to have Junsu taken away from him again. Junsu lowered himself on top of Changmin, his hard-on pressing on the latter’s stomach, and kissed his lover again, licking his lower lip and traveled down to kiss his neck and collarbones.
Changmin closed his eyes to enjoy Junsu’s touches and lips against his skin. His hands clawed on Junsu’s shoulder, a little too tight and would surely leave bloody nail prints, but Junsu didn’t protest. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and Changmin had to bite the back of his hand to keep from screaming. Junsu smirked and continued the movement of his tongue, swirling around the bud and grazing the sensitive skin around it with his teeth.
He was red and leaking from Junsu’s ministration by the time Junsu engulfed the crown of his erection. His free hand twisted the sheets while he bit harder on the other. His breath grew harsher, chest heaving from every swipe of Junsu’s tongue on his slit. Just when Changmin’s orgasm was near its peak, Junsu let the cock fall from his mouth and onto Changmin’s stomach.
“Junnn-” he whined, pulling Junsu up to his lips again. Junsu chuckled into his lips and Changmin was about to flip his position when Junsu refused.
“No, let me cheer you up today.”
“It’s okay Su, being with you makes me happy.”
Junsu smiled beautifully and pecked his lips, before pushing Changmin down to the bed by his shoulders. “Just let me pamper you, okay?” Once again, Changmin’s protests were swallowed with a kiss. Junsu reached into a drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He kneeled on the bed with his legs on either sides of Changmin’s body and covered his fingers with the liquid. “Watch me,” Junsu whispered as he reached between his legs. “Look at me, Changmin. Only me.”
“Only you,” Changmin answered, running his hands up and down his lover’s thigh. Junsu moaned as his cold finger rubbed on the furled skin of his entrance. Pushing two fingers in at once, Junsu’s moan echoed around the room. He fingered himself as he looked down at Changmin with lust-blown brown orbs.
Changmin growled and pulled Junsu to meet his lips again. Junsu whimpered as he kissed back, still fingering himself. Changmin reached over Junsu’s back and push his own finger in. Junsu whined and tried to thrust back, but Changmin’s hand held his neck in place and continued to suck on his lower lip.
“Fuck me. Changmin. Please. In me, now!” Junsu was a blabbering mess by the time four fingers were inside him. Changmin pulled his fingers out and coated his erection with lube before positioning himself. Junsu wasn’t nearly patience enough and sat down immediately, taking all of Changmin in one go. Junsu screamed and Changmin growled, biting down on Junsu’s shoulder.
With his palms spread on Changmin’s chest, Junsu moved, fucking himself on Changmin’s cock, and their body went up in flames. Friction, heat, so much pleasure, more than Changmin thought he could take. He curled his hand on Junsu’s erection and started fisting his lover with the same rhythm. Junsu whimpered and sped up, thrusting into Changmin’s hand and slamming back to his cock.
He chanted Changmin’s name over and over again; his voice was intoxicating. Changmin closed his eyes and memorized everything about that moment, how Junsu whimpered and whined his name, how sweet he smelled, and how hot his body is against his bare skin. He suppressed the emotion inside him and focused on the feel of Junsu’s hole clenching at him, ignoring fear of not being able to see Junsu again that crept up his spine, the craving for more that gnawed on his heart, and the depression eating him from inside.
Heat pooled deep on his abdomen and Changmin flipped Junsu over. Junsu whine as Changmin’s cock slipped off from him, but Changmin turned Junsu to his hands and knees and slammed into him once again. “Faster, faster, Changmin-” Junsu screamed, pumping on his own cock as Changmin fucked him hard into the mattress, his hands holding Junsu’s waist in bruising grip.
Changmin kissed Junsu’s nape and down his spine, biting and leaving little red marks as a signature, so anyone who touches Junsu would know whom he belongs to. Possessiveness boiled up Changmin’s throat and made him sped up, faster, rougher, claiming Junsu.
Junsu is his. Only his.
“Chang-” Junsu whimpered as Changmin repeatedly hit on the spot that sent pleasure like electric currents all over his body. A few more thrusts had him coming all over his hand, clenching on Changmin tighter, making him lose his rhythm. The come dripped to the sheets, but none of them could care less right now. Looking over his shoulder, Junsu smirked at Changmin and licked on the come in his hand, sucking the finger into his mouth.
“Fuck, Junsu-” Changmin groaned, losing his pace and came deep inside Junsu. He fell on top of the smaller man and wrapped his arms around his lover’s body immediately; like he was afraid Junsu would evaporate and disappear into thin air. He rearranged their position again so he could lie on his stomach with his head on Junsu’s shoulder, their limbs tangled in a way that made it impossible for Junsu to escape.
Junsu chuckled, his breath still labored, and combed Changmin’s hair with his fingers. “I love you,” he whispered as he placed a kiss on top of Changmin’s head.
Changmin whimpered a reply and looked up so Junsu could kiss his lips. He sighed and tightened his hold around Junsu’s waist. “I don’t want you to go…”
“But you know I have to, Min-ah,” Junsu replied, still playing with Changmin’s hair.
“I know, but it doesn’t mean I like it…”
“But I’ll be back,” Junsu kissed him again, “I always do.”
“We’re slow dancing in a burning room, aren’t we?” Changmin whimpered, the fear in his chest taking over.
“Ssht,” Junsu wrapped his arms around Changmin’s shoulder and kissed his head again. “Don’t think about it, love. Sleep now.” He started humming a lullaby, and Changmin closed his eyes. He had no choice but to trust Junsu. That’s the only thing he has to hold on to anyway, Junsu’s words.
And Changmin uttered a small prayer that Junsu would still be beside him when he opens his eyes later as he fell into a deep sleep.
She opened Changmin’s bedroom door lightly, trying not to make a sound, to find the man asleep soundly on the bed. He was naked, the thin blanket plastered on his back by sweat. The afternoon red sunlight made his skin glow a beautiful shade of golden. His sleeping face was so peaceful, serene, with a small smile on his thin lips. He looked beautiful, so beautiful her heart clenched.
He did it again.
That smile only appears whenever Junsu ‘visits’. Changmin only ever sleeps that soundly whenever he ‘sleeps’ with Junsu, or else he would be a light sleeper and would have jumped awake at the sound of the opened door. The scattered clothes on the floor were enough of a proof that he was there, that Junsu was there, with Changmin.
And when Changmin wakes up, he will feel depressed all over again to find Junsu gone, nowhere to be found.
She let a small sigh escaped her lips as she closed the door again. At least Changmin could feel happy once in a while, whenever Junsu visits. A least he could stop being devastated from time to time without having to take drugs that made him feel nothing altogether. At least by staying with her, no one would ‘prevent’ Junsu from visiting.
She leaned back to the closed door and stared at the ceiling.
She loves Changmin, and there is no way she would ever let him go, but maybe, just maybe, she should learn to accept there is no way she could ever compete with Junsu.
That no one can make Changmin happier than his imaginary lover.
***
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