Theory of Porno 3/3
Yoochun’s eyelids fluttered and he cursed the sun for shining into his eyes, interrupting his finally dreamless sleep- he vaguely wondered why that was, but quickly dismissed the thoughts; the body pressed against him was oh-so-warm and inviting. He ran his hand over a perfect waist, thoroughly enjoying the smooth skin under his fingertips as he slid the tank top up further.
The couch was pretty comfortable and he never figured it big enough to fit two people lying down but-
His eyes snapped open. This wasn’t the couch, it was the bed. And he was currently gripping onto Kim Junsu’s lithe waist. The memories from the previous night crashed against his skull and he couldn’t believe he had been so stupid-
He took a moment to admire the beauty in front of him, thankful that he had woken up first. His eyes traced the strong line of Junsu’s jaw, over to his plump lips, down a pale neck, drinking in the mere sight of the tease of skin that he had revealed when he had pushed up the younger man’s borrowed shirt. A fine dusting of hair traveled south and Yoochun followed it, wishing that those sweatpants would just be set a little lower on those sinful hips.
Junsu stirred, then, and he didn’t have time to turn away before his gaze traveled up to meet warm, cocoa brown.
“Hey.” The younger man whispered simply, and Yoochun could feel his warm breath on his cheek. “I’m glad that you decided to come back in here last night.” His tone was soft, too soft.
Yoochun didn’t remember getting off the couch to come back to his bed, but he was glad he had. His back would have been killing him by now.
“Y-Yeah.” He replied, awkwardly. The older man made himself look away as he scooted backward, already rising from the bed.
“Chun-“ He was cut off.
“I’m going to make breakfast. You can take a shower if you want.”
He left the room, missing the defeated look in Junsu’s tired eyes.
About ten minutes later Yoochun was making the third batch of oatmeal, because the previous two attempts had resulted in failures when his attention was lost, his mind retreating to think of his stupid mistake only hours before. He stirred the contents of the pot, making sure to not let the gooey substance stick to the sides.
Junsu shuffled into the kitchen, hair still wet from his shower, towel draped over his shoulders. At least he had had the decency to remember to put on pants- that still didn’t stop Yoochun’s hungry gaze from sweeping over the porn star’s toned figure.
But after a moment, he turned back to the stove, keeping silent.
“I want to go back to Jae’s apartment.”
The blunt, unexpected statement made Yoochun’s hand falter with the spoon, scraping it with too much force against the side of the pan. His jaw clenched.
“Why are you so dead set on finding something in Jaejoong’s place- there’s nothing we overlooked. Just drop it.” His teeth ground together- Junsu just wouldn’t get it and he was seriously tired of being dragged everywhere when they were still as lost as ever. Going back for the third time wouldn’t provide them with anything new.
“But there has to be something we’re missing! If we go back-“
“Damn it Junsu! There isn’t anything there; it would be a waste of time!” He clenched his fists together before turning around and meeting the younger man’s angry gaze. Shit, why did his crush have to be so fucking hot with that stubborn look on his face and that edge laced into his low words.
Junsu still looked mad as he sat down at the table and smoothed down the dark hair behind his ears with his palms.
“I just want to find him.” The soft statement made his ears strain but he still frowned as he turned back to the now brown oatmeal. He added the raisins and cinnamon, just how his companion preferred it.
“I know, Junsu. I do too.” He returned lowly, and the kitchen was filled with silence once more.
Yoochun sat across from Junsu at the table, sipping coffee from his favorite navy blue mug. It wasn’t as hot as he usually liked it but then again, it had been placed on the table a while ago, ignored by the older man as his mind racked for something to say that would ease the tension.
He heard his actor take a gulp of tea from his own cup and set it back down.
A shiver ran through his rigid body, even though it wasn’t cold.
After a few more seconds he soon realized that his phone was ringing, and rose from his seat to go retrieve it from the couch. The lit up screen indicated that Changmin was calling him once more.
He canceled it, because he really did not want to talk to the younger man at that moment, and was about to pocket the device when two mini-icons on the bottom of the display caught his eye. He vaguely remembered that Junsu had said he had a voicemail, and looked at his missed calls. It wasn’t a number he recognized, but it looked familiar for some odd reason.
He decided to listen to the message, and his blood ran numb.
“-Chun…..the stuff…..help….sorry….shoot….talking….bastard….Yunho….up too high….kill me-“ The line cut off abruptly and the older man stared down at his cell phone, mind running a mile a second.
It had been Jaejoong’s voice. Jaejoong had called him, maybe for help- He flinched. That had been yesterday. He turned and walking into the kitchen, where Junsu stared at him oddly.
“Who was it?” He asked innocently, but Yoochun just tapped the button to replay the message and then put it on speaker. As it played, Junsu’s expression got harder and harder. His jaw clenched as his teeth mashed together and he tried to keep himself still.
When it was over, he looked Yoochun straight in the eyes. The older man held his gaze, knowing that whatever logic he presented had flown out the window and he could not persuade his actor from the ideas forming in his head.
“We’re going back to Jaejoong’s apartment. Now.”
The tone was one that left little to argue with, and Yoochun had no more energy to put up a fight.
The ride was uneventful and quiet, the soft murmur of voices from the radio faded to the back of their minds. The sky was dark with overcast, seeming to add to the atmosphere of unsettling air. Every few minutes Junsu would crack his knuckles, and even though the driver hated it, he didn’t tell him to stop. Junsu didn’t notice him flinching slightly every time the loud cracks bounced off the interior of the vehicle.
Yoochun parked and let out a sigh before grabbing the bag that held his missing friend’s things that he had taken the day before. He figured he should give them back because they didn’t provide him with any new information. He watched as Junsu quickly got out of the car, and, after slamming the door shut, followed the walkway to the door.
The older man calmly followed him.
They didn’t notice a black two-door convertible pull up a few moments later and park right next to Yoochun’s red Ferrari.
The door squeaked open and Junsu immediately entered, leaning down to scoop up Jiji and hug him to his chest before moving to the large window balcony to stare out at the gray-shaded city. Yoochun set the bag down and made his way down the hall, to Jaejoong’s bedroom. He stood in the doorway, saddened gaze sweeping over the messy articles of clothing still scattered about.
He felt a pang in his chest- where could his best friend be? It tightened as he moved further into the room, his nose catching Jaejoong’s familiar scent. It was strong, with an underlining of cigarette smoke and the expensive cologne that Yoochun always gave him on his birthday.
He ran his fingers over the wooded dresser and was suddenly startled when he heard a loud crash from the living room and the distressed calling of his name.
Junsu.
“Yoochun! Help-“ He sprinted to the doorway, only to see Junsu pinned to the ground, arm twisted behind his back, a pained expression on his face. The intruder was kneeling on top of him, sitting all of his weight on top of him.
It was Jung Yunho-
“Bastard!” Yoochun called out, sprinting over to them to shove the taller man off; how dare this man have the nerve to hurt his actor after what he did to Jaejoong-
-who walked around the corner of the door frame and into the room.
“Yunnie? What on Earth are you doing?!” Jaejoong put the leather bags down and pulled at Yunho’s arm, lifted him off the man obviously in pain.
“He jumped on me first-“ He tried to explain, but he was ignored by the older Korean as he leaned down and helped Junsu to sit up, pulling him to his chest in a strong embrace. Junsu pushed him away and pointed a finger at the taller male.
“Yeah because you kidnapped Jaejoong!”
“What- Junsu, Yunho didn’t do anything to me.” He said, and Junsu turned to him, as if noticing for the first time that Jaejoong was the one that helped him. Three days of anxiety and restlessness crashed over him all at once and his shoulders sagged, eyes shimmering.
“Jaejoong, you’re okay-“ His smile was bright as his arms wound around Jaejoong’s shoulders, his face hidden against his shoulder.
“Well, I guess that’s one way to welcome me back.” He looked up, catching Yoochun’s embarrassed gaze. “What are you guys doing here?”
At least the director had the decency to blush.
The two pairs of men sat on the two leather couches in the living room. Jaejoong had to put his can of beer down because he was laughing too hard.
“Oh my God, you actually thought Yunnie kidnapped me? That is so precious-“ He choked and sat back, head tilted to rest on the back cushion, stomach heaving as he tried to breathe. He brought a hand up to hide his wide smile.
“It’s not funny! You didn’t show up to the shoot so we decided to come over when you didn’t answer your phone- even though Yoochun had a key, you left the door unlocked! All the clothes were everywhere and then you had that tab up of the murder on your laptop- which happened right by Yunho’s house! And he even has the same car!” Junsu rushed to explain but it was no use; Jaejoong was still chuckling.
“Oh man, I completely forgot about the shoot. When Yunho showed up Friday morning with two plane tickets to the snow resort up in the mountains, I didn’t know what to pack so I just ended up throwing clothes around the apartment; I didn’t have time to pick them all up. It’s a wonder that I remembered to give Jiji enough food before we left.”
“Then why were you looking at that case?”
“The girl’s high school picture looked a lot like someone’s little sister that I knew- I was looking at it when Yunho came and surprised me. Thankfully it wasn’t the same person.”
Yoochun and Junsu sat very still, posture reflecting that of defeat. They were very glad that Jaejoong was home and safe, but they felt so stupid for jumping to all of those wild conclusions- the youngest sat up quickly, butt at the edge of the cushion.
“Then what about that message from yesterday?!”
Jaejoong looked confused. “I called and left Yoochun a voicemail telling him we would be coming home today and that I was sorry for missing the shoot. We didn’t have service anywhere so when I was finally able to get a signal, I had to be quick because I didn’t know when we would lose it again- I figured it was pretty static-y though. Why, what did it sound like?”
Junsu was about to open his mouth but Yoochun cut into the conversation. “Oh, nothing. I deleted it already when I couldn’t make out anything. All that matters if that you’re here now and we don’t have to worry anymore- I’ll call Changmin and have him reset the room for the shoot.”
Jaejoong nodded eagerly. “I’m really sorry; what was the theme this time?”
“Hot springs- the setting looked quite nice; you were supposed to dress as a swordsman and Junsu had a short silk kimono dress-“ Yoochun was cut off as Jaejoong stood up.
“What?! I missed that? Changmin better redo the room as soon as possible- tell him to secure the room for tomorrow or I’ll punch him in the jaw-“ A cough interrupted his rant and he looked over at his companion. “Oh, Yunnie, don’t worry! You can come and watch too! Junsu’s got a really nice ass and I can make him shout so loud-“
“Okay, okay, I think we’re done here- sorry about all the confusion, Mr. Jung. Have a nice afternoon with Jaejoong. Come on Junsu.” He pulled the bumbling man up and waved as they left the apartment, hopefully not causing more stir of the extreme embarrassment that he was currently feeling hot in his chest.
They rode back to Yoochun’s place, and after they entered, his cell phone immediately jingled, signally a text message. He sat down on the couch as Junsu headed to the kitchen; their meager breakfast of oatmeal was long gone by this time.
It was a message from Jaejoong. ‘Enjoy that picture that you stole.’
If it was possible, his face flushed even more red, his cheeks hot. ‘Yeah’
A few seconds later and he had another message. ‘What’s wrong?’
Leave it to Jaejoong to know exactly his tone from a mere text. He debated on telling him that nothing was bothering him but his best friend would just become more annoying in his quest for answers.
‘I kissed Junsu last night.’
‘That’s great! I knew you two would end up together- what’s bad about that?’
‘We aren’t together. I told him to forget about it.’
There was a long pause; maybe the older man decided to drop it- ‘WHAT. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?’ Or maybe not; he read the screen again. Before he could reply, another message interrupted him. ‘DON’T EVEN REPLY TO THAT. I KNOW YOU. YOU SHOULD APOLOGIZE’
‘He doesn’t like me’
‘Yes he fucking does. Trust me Chun. Go apologize to him or I swear tomorrow I’m going to show up just to scold you and then lock you out as I fuck Junsu all on my own.’
‘Would you really do that? You’re a bitch.’
‘Yes I would. I know he loves you; go make things right.’ He closed his phone but another message lit up the screen. ‘And make sure we’re still on for tomorrow with Changmin.’
Instead of calling the manager, he texted him that they had found Jaejoong and that he would need to have the room ready again to film. He shut off his phone at that point, the stupid thing was bothersome.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair- why was this so hard? His eyes closed but they soon reopened as something clinked against the table in front of the couch. He stared as Junsu turned the tray, housing two bowls of delicious smelling soup and two cups of soda.
The younger man sat next to him, not as close as usual, Yoochun noticed. He picked up one of the bowls and grabbed the remote off the arm rest before crossing his legs, one of his feet tucked under the older man’s thigh.
“Junsu-“
“Be quiet Chun; just eat. Then I’ll go home.” He replied, not taking his attention off of the now illuminated television. He found a movie and set the remote between his legs, then brought a spoonful of soup to his mouth.
Yoochun reached for the remaining bowl and leaned back against the couch.
Their late lunch was eaten in silence, with the only background noise coming from the suspenseful action film playing in front of them.
“Don’t leave.” Yoochun muttered, catching Junsu’s wrist as he got up from the couch.
“I have to put the dishes away.”
“Leave them there- just, sit back down, please.” He couldn’t look him in the eye, but his shoulders sagged in relief as he felt the cushion dip. The silence was back, and as awkward as ever. Yoochun was determined to not let it take over again. “I’m sorry, about last night.”
“You told me to forget it.” The forced statement was laced with a low timbre of pain. The older man slid his hand, sliding his fingers through the spaces between Junsu’s own.
“I know, and I shouldn’t have.” He took a shaky breath. “Jaejoong reassured me that you wouldn’t turn me away if I confessed to you-“
“I won’t.” His voice trembled. “Do you know why he makes me- so loud? He always reminds me, during our most intimate scenes, that you’re watching, you’re always watching; he constantly tells me that you’re still there with your camera. Knowing that you’re filming me, it gets me so excited. And every time you call me for a shoot- my stomach flutters in glee, that you keep choosing me, so frequently.” He stopped and Yoochun took a moment to take in what he had just said. He raised his gaze and saw how flushed Junsu’s face was. “But, that was only the beginning- meeting up with you outside the studio, it started to make me so happy, and I couldn’t understand why.”
“That’s good to know.” He replied simply and as Junsu turned toward him in confusion, he pulled his hand and leaned up, their lips meeting in a soft kiss, much like the one from the previous night. Yoochun didn’t push the younger man to respond, but moaned low in his throat as Junsu did so of his own free will.
He pulled back and brought his other hand up to caress Junsu’s cheek.
“I can’t hold myself back anymore.”
“Then don’t.” The hushed words were enough to reassure him as he dived off the deep end, plump lips meeting Junsu’s own once more.
The temperature in the room was steadily rising and Yoochun basked in the feeling of those lips against his- finally, after all this time.
They shifted, still connected, as Junsu pushed Yoochun against the arm rest, scooting up to straddle the older man, thighs resting on top of his thin legs as he sat leisurely on his lap. Yoochun grabbed him by the waist and pulled him closer, as close as he could get him, feeling the actors plump behind sit heavily on his semi-erect cock.
The friction that resulted made them both moan and Junsu leaned back, twirling his hips as he teased the man under him, the clothing doing wonders in as their underwear and pants rubbed against their twin arousals.
Yoochun’s free hand rested against the younger man’s chest as his tongue darted inside of his lover’s mouth. He tasted sweet and tangy, probably from the food they had just eaten. But hidden behind the bold flavors was an underling of spice- he recognized it as the flavor of the mints that Junsu liked to chew on.
The older man tasted completely different- mouth full of several different, little subtle flavors. Junsu was relieved that the tingle of left over cigarette smoke was not as prominent as it could have been. He hated the taste- it reminded him of Jaejoong. He kissed Yoochun deeper; this was about them now, he was with Yoochun, not Jaejoong.
He felt his shirt being lifted and he raised his arms obediently as the garment was raised and torn off, thrown harshly across the room.
“I love when you wear my clothes but right now I prefer you without anything-“ He rushed to explain, almost breathless as he pecked Junsu’s lips once more before nipping across the fine line of his jaw and down his strong neck. His tongue darted out to boldly lick his partner’s left nipple and he shivered in glee as he felt a tremor of pleasure jolt up Junsu’s exposed spine.
Both of his hands grabbed hold of his lover’s lithe waist, right above his hips. Junsu’s left hand settled atop his head, fingers tangling with messy dark brown strands. His chest heaved and a moan tumbled from his gasping mouth every few moments, especially when Yoochun flicked his tongue harshly over the sensitive bud. Before he was ready, the tongue licked a wet line over to his other nipple, and he ground his hips especially hard.
Junsu tugged at his shirt then and he let it be lifted up and over his head before he hugged the younger man closer to him, heated skin of their chests pressed together as Yoochun’s neck strained, his teeth grazing the lobe of Junsu’s ear.
The man on his lap twirled his hips and the most delicious sounds escaped his mouth before he gasped out the one statement that made the remaining coherent thoughts in Yoochun’s head fly out the window-
“I need you Yoochun- please-“ He whined so pitifully; it was simply exquisite. His chest raced and his body was filled with so much desire; he had never wanted anything more-
“I-I need to get some things. Let me up-“ Yoochun gently pushed the younger man off of his lap, instantly missing the warmth of his companion’s body. He stood and rushed to the bedroom, heart leaping inside his chest as he opened the drawer of his nightstand. He fingered the small single tube of lube and grabbed it, glad that he still had some. He turned toward the door and was about to exit before he caught sight of the gleaming silver object on his dresser.
In a split second decision, he picked it up carefully and turned it on. Enough battery left for at least a few minutes.
He walked back to the living room, only to stop dead in his tracks, his eyes widening as they took in Junsu’s displayed form. Obviously his lover had become impatient in the few moments he had been gone, as his pants were now down around his ankles and his hand pumped his now fully erect length with an aggressive vigor, his boxer briefs stretched to accommodate his spread thighs.
“Baby-“ Junsu lifted his gaze as thrust his cock between his grip, tips of his hair sticking to his forehead. His left hand traveled down his tensed stomach and rested firmly against the skin beneath his sac-
“Chun- you want to film?” He gazed at the camera in Yoochun’s tight grip, eyes flashing with even more desire.
“Only for a little bit- the battery is almost dead.” He tried to keep his reply calm but the way that Junsu stroked his own cock was quite distracting. He walked forward, unbuttoning and shimmying out of his pants before standing in front of the couch. Junsu toed off his own pants so that he could bring his knees to his chest, exposing himself to his new lover.
“On second thought-“ He could barely breath as he set the camera on the ground near the coffee table and walked around it to where Junsu lay. “I always film you- I’m going to take in the sight of you for myself tonight.”
He grabbed Junsu gently and maneuvered him to lay the length of the couch, hands under his knees as he brought them to his chest.
“I love seeing you like this-“ His hand brushed the younger man’s tip before closing around the shaft tightly, earning a loud gasp from the man withering below him. He opened the lubricant with his thumb and turned the bottle upside down, watching as it drizzled down Junsu’s bright red cock, over his round sac and down to his puckered entrance- he teased two fingers at the opened, until he could literally feel the younger man’s impatience as his own.
He slicked them and they delved deep inside easily; of course they would, Junsu was a porn star, he reminded himself grimly. He retreated before thrusting them back in quickly, shaking his head as he leaned down to lick Junsu’s hard nipple.
He found himself not caring. Junsu belonged to him now.
“Let me take care of you tonight.” He whispered against heated skin, lifting his head to stare into Junsu’s sinful gaze, revealing the answer he was looking for.
Yes.
He kept his fingers inside Junsu as he slid his tongue down his shivering stomach, dipping the muscle into his belly button for an extra tease and then he was upon his destination- his lover’s rigid cock. He grabbed the base and watched, fascinated, as a small stream of white pre-come dripped a thin line down the round head. He licked it and took great pleasure as Junsu trembled beneath him.
“C-Chun, stop teasing me. I can take it.” His toes curled as the older man withdrew his fingers quickly and gave his length a few more long licks.
He sat up and grabbed one of Junsu’s hips as he guided his rock hard cock with his other. A wave of disbelief washed over him as he entered his younger lover’s body. He trembled as he pushed forward; oh God if he kept clenched his cock like that he wouldn’t last much longer.
He didn’t take his time letting Junsu get used to the intrusion as he immediately canted his hips back and forth, encouraged further by the pleasure filled gasps and cries echoing against the walls of his living room; why hadn’t he done this before, having Junsu trembling and at his mercy beneath him was so utterly hot.
A few minutes passed and the only sounds filling the air were slaps of skin against skin and harsh breaths accompanied by high-pitched moans of pleasure.
He increased the pace and leaned his body forward, burying his forehead into the cushion, nose and cheek resting against Junsu vibrating neck, inhaling his alluring, unique scent and the smell of light sweat. He maneuvered an arm under his lover’s lower back, clasping his hand around the other side of Junsu’s waist, making him arch even more as his other hand took hold of his throbbing cock and stroked it in time with his fast paced thrusts.
He nipped harshly at Junsu’s neck, teasing him further.
His lover’s eyes shut tightly as he basked in all of the sensations that were assaulting him at the same time and his arms wound around Yoochun’s slick shoulders, bringing their bodies even closer together.
“Chun, I-I can’t-“ His jaw clenched and his body tensed, his dark vision splashing bright white as his orgasm ripped through his convulsing body, his frame shaking from the intensity of all his pent up energy releasing onto his stomach. His muscles clenched impossibly tight around Yoochun cock, and he could barely thrust forward a few more times before he was coming too, lips sucking against the junction of hot skin that connected neck and shoulder.
Junsu’s eyes fluttered as he tried to catch his breath and relax his body as Yoochun pulled out of him. His hand traced up his lover’s heaving chest and down his slim arm, to intertwine their fingers together.
“We should go shower and take a nap. It’s been a long weekend.”
Junsu let out a small laugh. “Give me a second.”
Yoochun pecked his lips lovingly. “I love you Junsu.”
The man beneath him smiled and cracked open his eyes. “I love you too.”
After they had gotten up and Yoochun had watched Junsu walk to the bathroom to start the bath water, he picked up his phone from the table and turned it back on.
He ignored the few missed calls from Changmin and one new text that told him to go fuck himself; he opened a new message and typed: Go easy on Junsu tomorrow.
He sent it off and threw the phone on to the couch, screen black once more. He couldn’t contain the smile that sat high on his face as he followed the path that his lover had just taken.
Junsu sat in the tub, water already up to his calves and he returned Yoochun’s grin with one of his own. The older man didn’t miss the teasing look in his eyes, beckoning him to come inside the bathroom.
He stepped in with no hesitation and closed the door behind him with a soft click.
The weekend wasn’t quite over just yet.
-END-
It's finally the end :) The story was so much fun Lol. padmik and I had a blast writing it!
Comments would be much appreciated! And thanks for reading!