Fic: First Winter fic part III
Title: First Winter Fic aka That HoMin winter fic that's still untitled
Lenght: Short series (meaning longer than a drabble but not more than 1250/part)
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Genre: Fluff, Alternate Universe, Romance
Rating: R? Not explicitly NC17 but deft more than PG (for this part)
Summary: Model!Changmin meet the klutzy!journalist Yunho.
Disclaimer: All the characters in the story aren't mine. They're their own self in the real world.
Author's Note I: Un-beta-ed. I blame this to all of the 'Feel HoMin' posts
on Tumblr. Those posts are <3. Well beside that, this is also
another attempt from me to break from my own mold. Hope I'm not doing a
terribly job at it. And my 2nd try on writing HoMin.
Author's Note II: Please do not take it out, or copy or give and distribute it to anyone or anywhere else.
Part III
They went to have a dinner. Yunho brought them to a nice, cozy, warm fine dining restaurant.
Changmin picked the guy up right on time, standing in front of the door of Yunho’s apartment with black pants and deep v-neck cashmere shirt and a brown jacket.
Yunho opened the door and stared.
Well, Changmin did some staring too.
They both stared at each other.
“You,” Yunho titled his head a little, “look taller.” He then looked at Changmin’s feet and chuckled, “figured.” The model was wearing leather booths, with heels.
“And you look great.” Changmin said, grinning. He really meant it. He can’t look at anything else beside the other man’s face, bright, fresh and just too handsome, in manly yet adorably way.
The dinner date went casually normal. They ordered, ate, chatted along the way. It was surprisingly quite relaxing.
Changmin found himself really enjoying their interaction. Yunho was funny, a good listener and very down to earth. His occupation as a journalist gave him a chance to travel a lot so they also trade stories of their trips abroad. It had been a long time since Changmin felt a date could be more than a way to get laid, or at least, would end up with sex.
Yunho was mesmerized. Shim Changmin was a great catch. Gorgeous body, gorgeous smile, witty and charming even though a little on the snarky side. And something that he still couldn’t quite believe was the way Changmin seemed interested in him seriously.
Yunho knew he wasn’t a hot shot kinda guy. He’s more of the boy next door type, with a good looking face as a plus. He had his shares of lovers before but it just never worked after a while. He was a little too serious once he was in a relationship and it always surprised him when at the end of a relationship, he found out that his partners weren’t looking for the we’ll-be-together-forever kind of relationship with him.
“What do you want to do after this?” Changmin asked him after the waiter took their empty dessert plates. “Do you wanna watch a movie?” He made a show of looking at his watch, “We could still get tickets for the late one I guess.” His brows knitted in afterthought, “Or not. What about a club?”
They went to a club, and Changmin couldn’t decide if he regret it or grateful of it.
Jung Yunho, the klutz who hit his head on a divider and a softy to his sister, was a demon on the dance floor. He moved - boy was he moving, sliding, tapping, twirling - and was that humping he was doing? - in the middle of the club.
Changmin was ordering their drinks when Yunho gone to the dance floor and when the model tried to find him amidst the sea of people, he almost drop the glasses in his hands. Gone was the clumsy and cute persona, there on the dance floor was a dancing machine who didn’t have an inch of clumsiness in his bones.
Changmin stared.
And stared.
He could feel his pants tightened. He drank his drink and Yunho's too in one big gulp and marched to his date.
The rest was, as people said, was history.
They can’t remember who dragged who at first. Or who kissed who in the beginning. Or how they went into the car, lips attached to each other mouth and how could Changmin drove to Yunho’s place without accident.
They didn’t remember the trip from the car, to the elevator, to the front door and how Yunho managed to unlocked and open the door.
But they remember the touch of lips on lips, hot, wet and hot. They also remember the fumbling of clothes, buttons flying, pants dragged down and then kicked off. They remember when they Yunho almost slipped in the living room - because he still wore his socks - and Changmin then hoisted him up with arms holding his waist tight and Yunho’s legs immediately wounded tight on Changmin’s hips.
On the bed their hands roam. Yunho took the time to explore the model’s body with his soft touches and lips. While Changmin knead at the taut muscles beneath his palms and moaned at everything Yunho did.
...
Changmin felt drunk. His body felt like it didn’t have any bones anymore. He couldn’t even feel his toes. His took deep swallow of breaths and slowly trying to calm his heart beat. Oh, what was...WOW! He couldn’t help but melted.
Shim Changmin, he thought, just got annihilated - he smiled goofily at himself. His arm fell limply from Yunho’s nape to his side.
Yunho lay over the model and couldn’t believe what had just happened. That was, most definitely the best sex he ever had. Slowly he lifted his upper body and rested on his elbows. “Are you okay?”
Changmin nodded and smiled widely. He lifted his head a little and pecked Yunho’s mouth softly.
Yunho smiled back before lifted his body entirely off the other man. He went to the bathroom and came back shortly after with a wash cloth.
“Yunho,” Changmin said when the man was swiping the wash cloth onto his body softly.
“Hmm?”
“Next time, don’t get up right away.”
The movement stopped and the look on Yunho’s face was so cute that Chanmin gave a bark of laughter before he pushed the other man onto the pillows and climbed onto him. “Coz I want to cuddle.” He said and snuggled close.
~
Lenght: Short series (meaning longer than a drabble but not more than 1250/part)
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Genre: Fluff, Alternate Universe, Romance
Rating: R? Not explicitly NC17 but deft more than PG (for this part)
Summary: Model!Changmin meet the klutzy!journalist Yunho.
Disclaimer: All the characters in the story aren't mine. They're their own self in the real world.
Author's Note I: Un-beta-ed. I blame this to all of the 'Feel HoMin' posts
on Tumblr. Those posts are <3. Well beside that, this is also
another attempt from me to break from my own mold. Hope I'm not doing a
terribly job at it. And my 2nd try on writing HoMin.
Author's Note II: Please do not take it out, or copy or give and distribute it to anyone or anywhere else.
Part III
They went to have a dinner. Yunho brought them to a nice, cozy, warm fine dining restaurant.
Changmin picked the guy up right on time, standing in front of the door of Yunho’s apartment with black pants and deep v-neck cashmere shirt and a brown jacket.
Yunho opened the door and stared.
Well, Changmin did some staring too.
They both stared at each other.
“You,” Yunho titled his head a little, “look taller.” He then looked at Changmin’s feet and chuckled, “figured.” The model was wearing leather booths, with heels.
“And you look great.” Changmin said, grinning. He really meant it. He can’t look at anything else beside the other man’s face, bright, fresh and just too handsome, in manly yet adorably way.
The dinner date went casually normal. They ordered, ate, chatted along the way. It was surprisingly quite relaxing.
Changmin found himself really enjoying their interaction. Yunho was funny, a good listener and very down to earth. His occupation as a journalist gave him a chance to travel a lot so they also trade stories of their trips abroad. It had been a long time since Changmin felt a date could be more than a way to get laid, or at least, would end up with sex.
Yunho was mesmerized. Shim Changmin was a great catch. Gorgeous body, gorgeous smile, witty and charming even though a little on the snarky side. And something that he still couldn’t quite believe was the way Changmin seemed interested in him seriously.
Yunho knew he wasn’t a hot shot kinda guy. He’s more of the boy next door type, with a good looking face as a plus. He had his shares of lovers before but it just never worked after a while. He was a little too serious once he was in a relationship and it always surprised him when at the end of a relationship, he found out that his partners weren’t looking for the we’ll-be-together-forever kind of relationship with him.
“What do you want to do after this?” Changmin asked him after the waiter took their empty dessert plates. “Do you wanna watch a movie?” He made a show of looking at his watch, “We could still get tickets for the late one I guess.” His brows knitted in afterthought, “Or not. What about a club?”
They went to a club, and Changmin couldn’t decide if he regret it or grateful of it.
Jung Yunho, the klutz who hit his head on a divider and a softy to his sister, was a demon on the dance floor. He moved - boy was he moving, sliding, tapping, twirling - and was that humping he was doing? - in the middle of the club.
Changmin was ordering their drinks when Yunho gone to the dance floor and when the model tried to find him amidst the sea of people, he almost drop the glasses in his hands. Gone was the clumsy and cute persona, there on the dance floor was a dancing machine who didn’t have an inch of clumsiness in his bones.
Changmin stared.
And stared.
He could feel his pants tightened. He drank his drink and Yunho's too in one big gulp and marched to his date.
The rest was, as people said, was history.
They can’t remember who dragged who at first. Or who kissed who in the beginning. Or how they went into the car, lips attached to each other mouth and how could Changmin drove to Yunho’s place without accident.
They didn’t remember the trip from the car, to the elevator, to the front door and how Yunho managed to unlocked and open the door.
But they remember the touch of lips on lips, hot, wet and hot. They also remember the fumbling of clothes, buttons flying, pants dragged down and then kicked off. They remember when they Yunho almost slipped in the living room - because he still wore his socks - and Changmin then hoisted him up with arms holding his waist tight and Yunho’s legs immediately wounded tight on Changmin’s hips.
On the bed their hands roam. Yunho took the time to explore the model’s body with his soft touches and lips. While Changmin knead at the taut muscles beneath his palms and moaned at everything Yunho did.
...
Changmin felt drunk. His body felt like it didn’t have any bones anymore. He couldn’t even feel his toes. His took deep swallow of breaths and slowly trying to calm his heart beat. Oh, what was...WOW! He couldn’t help but melted.
Shim Changmin, he thought, just got annihilated - he smiled goofily at himself. His arm fell limply from Yunho’s nape to his side.
Yunho lay over the model and couldn’t believe what had just happened. That was, most definitely the best sex he ever had. Slowly he lifted his upper body and rested on his elbows. “Are you okay?”
Changmin nodded and smiled widely. He lifted his head a little and pecked Yunho’s mouth softly.
Yunho smiled back before lifted his body entirely off the other man. He went to the bathroom and came back shortly after with a wash cloth.
“Yunho,” Changmin said when the man was swiping the wash cloth onto his body softly.
“Hmm?”
“Next time, don’t get up right away.”
The movement stopped and the look on Yunho’s face was so cute that Chanmin gave a bark of laughter before he pushed the other man onto the pillows and climbed onto him. “Coz I want to cuddle.” He said and snuggled close.
~