P.S. (Porn Stars) [4]
Title: P.S. (Porn Stars)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I don't own a DBSK porn DVD...but I wish I did T.T
Length: [4/?]
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: romantic comedy, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary:
Dear Lover,
All the wonderful times we have spent together have been a gift to me. From sharing ice cream under the cherry blossom tree to falling asleep in your arms, the memory of your love will forever mark my soul. Please be mine forever and always.
-Love,
Your Loving Lover
P.S. I am a porn star.
Previous Chapters
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P.S. Swallow
"Who was it?"
"Just Changmin. I'll call him back later."
"What do you want to ride next?"
"Mmm, I wanna eat first."
"Junk food?"
"Who needs real food?"
"I'll buy you cotton candy."
"Nah, you already paid for my ticket. And I've got money."
"I know but I want to."
How could Yoochun say no to that smile?
They had been to the theme park twice in the few weeks they had been seeing each other. Yoochun learned that Junsu was a thrill-seeker.
In that time, they had managed to see each other just about every other day. And any day they didn't see each other, they spent some amount of time on the phone. His phone bill was suffering but he didn't care. Love had no price tag.
But lately, Yoochun had begun to notice that their relationship had gotten a little too friendly. As in, just friends friendly. And it scared the hell out of him.
Even though one of them would crack a dirty joke now and then or glance at the other just a little too long, the word 'boyfriend' had never been spoken. They hadn't even kissed yet.
It had gotten to the point where Yoochun didn't know if they were dating or just hanging out with heavy flirting. He really liked Junsu but he couldn't figure out how to make this thing move faster. Or maybe the S.S. More Than Friends ship had sailed long ago.
And of course there were those moments that made Yoochun feel as though maybe they just weren't meant to be like that. Yoochun's job was a prime culprit.
"You're canceling?" Junsu said carefully as if he were trying not to sound quite as devastated as he felt.
Damn you, Onew. DAMN YOU. "Yeah. I'm so sorry, Junsu."
"Can I ask why?"
"Work." Yoochun had been scheduled to do Heechul tomorrow on the beach. But apparently it was supposed to rain tomorrow so Onew called up all the actors and staff and told them to move their schedules to today. What made it suck even more was that Yoochun had literally received his phone call a mere five minutes before Junsu showed up at his door ready to go on this date or friendly adventure or whatever the hell this was supposed to be.
Junsu bit his lip and opened and closed his mouth as if he weren't sure he should say something. "Can't you call in sick?"
Junsu was trying so hard to stay cool and it made Yoochun feel downright dirty. "I'm sorry. This was really sudden. And there are so many other people involved so I don't think there's anything I can do."
"Oh. Well, that's okay."
"It's not okay. My boss sucks."
"It's just that I already bought the tickets..."
"You did?" Yoochun wouldn't be surprised if the heavens smote him where he stood. He would welcome it. "Junsu..."
Junsu gave a smile that was clearly forced. "Don't worry about it. I'll find someone else to go with."
Yoochun's brow furrowed. "You sure?"
Junsu just nodded. But he didn't immediately head back to his car parked in Yoochun's yard to coerce someone else he knew to attend the music festival he had been planning to go to with Yoochun for the past week and a half. He stared at the ground between them and fiddled with his fingers.
Was Yoochun supposed to do something? He'd like nothing more than to hug Junsu and say some magic words to make it all better. Would hugging be weird? Would that be considered moving out of friend territory? Were they even still in friend territory? Didn't friends normally hug each other? Did most friends harbor the crippling amount of sexual tension Junsu and Yoochun had?
Junsu opened his mouth. Then he seemed to rethink himself and closed it with a tight-lipped smile.
When his car disappeared around the corner, Yoochun promised himself he'd make Onew pay.
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He didn't make Onew pay, per se. But he did irritate him a little. Mostly it was the cameraman who suffered.
He certainly ended his beach scene with Heechul that night with a bang. Both had been given the green light to cum and wrap up filming and Yoochun had cum cleanly inside his partner.
But when it was Heechul's turn to cum, he suddenly grabbed his partner's member and pumped so hard, his hand went numb. Heechul wasn't expecting it and came much faster than he had intended to--all over the camera and Leeteuk who had been filming much too close.
And when Leeteuk fussed at Heechul, Heechul took his frustration out on the nearest person who just happened to be Onew and Onew drove home that night blasting death metal out the windows if that was any indication of the mood he had left in.
Mission accomplished?
Whatever the result, Yoochun had tried. But really the person who was most wronged by the the situation would have to be dealt with tomorrow since it was now nearly 2am. Yoochun wondered if Junsu preferred apology chocolates or apology flowers. Apology chocolates in the shape of flowers?
He slammed the door of his car and headed for the door. When he saw the shadow looming around the door steps, his heart skipped a beat.
Who could that be at this time of night? Was it a hobo? A serial killing thief? Would Yoochun have enough time to find a rake and scrape the serial killing hobo's eyes out with it? There was so much Yoochun still wanted to do. He'd leave his cat to Junsu. But he hadn't even gotten around to getting a cat yet. Why did the good always die young?
As he stepped closer, all traces of panic melted away. But since it was Junsu who looked up at him from the doorsteps, anxiety took its place.
"What are you doing here?" It was late and he was absolutely positive he had been clear when he'd told Junsu he couldn't hang out tonight. How long had Junsu been sitting there?
Junsu stood, biting his lip. "Um, hey."
Hey?
"How was work?" Junsu fumbled with something in his hands hidden by shadows.
"Junsu. What are you doing here?" Yoochun repeated.
Junsu exhaled deeply. He wouldn't meet Yoochun's eye. "Just wanted to surprise you after work. Didn't think it would take you so long but I--"
"Didn't you go to the festival?"
Junsu looked at the ground. Then the road. Then the plastic cases in his hands. Then the bush beside the steps. "There's really no one else I want to go with. So I bought a couple 10cm CDs and brought them here so we could listen to them but your job took a really long time and you're probably tired so I should go."
He started to walk away but Yoochun held him firmly by his shoulders. "You didn't come all the way over here just to not listen to some CDs." He tried to search Junsu's eyes but it was too dark and Junsu refused to freaking look at him. "What is it?"
Yoochun could feel the tension in his shoulders. He kept licking his lips as if hesitating whether or not to open up and speak or just walk away and pretend this never happened. It wasn't until Yoochun gave his shoulders a light, imploring nudge that Junsu finally looked at him.
"What is this?"
Yoochun frowned. "What do you--"
"Are we dating?" Junsu looked a touch panicked. "Are we hanging out? I can't tell. Something is just not...not happening between us and I don't know what to do."
It clicked. "Junsu."
"How am I supposed to react when you stand me up like this? Am I supposed to go home and hang out with my other friends like it's nothing?"
They were exactly the same. "Junsu."
"Or do I pace around my empty fucking apartment for an hour before over-thinking so much I drive myself insane and come here like a desperate idiot and--I don't even know what I'm doing here anymore."
God, they were both so stupid. "Junsu?"
"There are so many things I want to do but I don't know if I can because if I do, it might ruin us and even if what we have now is confusing, I still like it and I don't want to lose you so--"
"I like you." Yoochun blurted moronically.
Junsu's mouth froze open and he blinked rapidly as if processing some new language Yoochun had spoken. The silence was so long, Yoochun began to wonder if he had been too forward. Perhaps he should've taken a more subtle approach--
Junsu's lips were there and then gone in one breath, leaving Yoochun to wonder if he had only imagined that the man had just given him a swift and sweet peck. Junsu looked just as surprised as Yoochun did.
By the time Yoochun had officially decided that yes, they were both indeed equally stupid, he took Junsu by the hips and gently pulled him forward til their lips met again.
Junsu was soft. And their lips fit perfectly together, warm and tender. Junsu's hands slid up Yoochun's chest til they wrapped loosely around Yoochun's neck for a deeper kiss. Slow and simple, with just a little tongue, but it was nice and left Yoochun craving so much more.
When they pulled away, Junsu smiled, almost giddy. "I still have these CDs." He stared at Yoochun's lips as he spoke. "Wanna come inside and listen? There's food in the fridge if you're hungry..."
Yoochun resisted the urge to laugh. "Yeah. It's my house."
This seemed to jolt Junsu back to reality. When he mumbled a dazed, "Oh," Yoochun wanted to kiss the blush in his cheeks. But he didn't.
It wasn't like their usual dates. As they laid down on Yoochun's bed and listened to Junsu's CDs, they didn't talk so much as stare at each other.
Eventually, Junsu fell asleep with the imprint of Yoochun's quilt on his face. It was too cute to disturb so Yoochun put a blanket over him and slept on the couch that night.
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Yoochun lapped at the sides of his cock, enjoying the way his impatient groans rumbled through his chest.
Yoochun gave a final lick at the engorged tip and swallowed him whole, wrapping his hand around the base to pump in rhythm with the bob of his head. The precum had a delicious hint of sugar, Yoochun's hair was especially glossy today and the sun was endlessly shining.
Today was a good day.
Yoochun pulled back to smile for no reason at all. With a gasp, Changmin came long and hard all over Yoochun's face.
"Cuuuut." Onew sang. "Anyone want lunch? I'll buy you lunch. No, Jonghyun will buy you lunch. But I'll drive. Anyone? Anyone? God, it's good to live." Onew skipped away to find the scriptwriter while the rest of the staff packed up.
An assistant handed Yoochun a moist towelette. Changmin warily stood a couple meters away, dressing himself and watched Yoochun. "Are you...okay?"
Yoochun wiped the cum out of his eyelashes with a lopsided grin. "Hmm?"
"Just..." Changmin peered at him, daring to step just a few centimeters closer. "You hate cumshots to the face. I'm sorry, by the way. I didn't expect you to pull back, so..."
"Ah..." That's right. Yoochun did hate bukkake. Something about imagining his face as someone else's toilet just pissed him off. He'd rather just swallow. Plus, last time he'd done it, Yunho had gotten him in the eye and it was red and swollen for two days. He hadn't done one since.
Yoochun just shrugged with a grin and slipped into his pants. "Oh well. No harm done."
Changmin gawked. "I'm speaking to Park Yoochun, right?"
"Mhmm~"
"What the hell is wrong with you? You and Onew must've been abducted by the same spaceship."
Onew skipped by and waved brightly. "Hey, guys! GREAT job today. You're doing GREAT."
Yoochun waved back, giggling. "What do you mean, Minnie?"
"Something about you seems different."
"How so?"
"Happy. You seem happy."
"Haha..."
"Come to think of it, you haven't been returning most of my calls lately."
"My bad~"
"This can only mean one thing."
"I feel like flying a kite. How about you?"
"Someone's got a boyfriend."
"Bingo!"
Changmin punched him playfully in the arm. "Son of a bitch. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Whoops. I thought I did." Yoochun shrugged giddily. "Well, now you know."
"So, tell me." Changmin wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "What's he like? When did you meet him? Is he that great that you can't return my calls? I was lonely last Friday night."
"He's amazing. It's been three months of bliss."
Changmin blinked. "Three months?! You've had a boyfriend for three months and you didn't tell me? Your best friend?!"
Yoochun thought for a second. Had he not taken the time to tell Changmin in the three months since that first kiss? When was the last time he'd had an extended conversation with Changmin? He really couldn't remember anything beyond the lilting melody of Junsu's laughter.
"Better late than never~" Yoochun said and whistled a jolly little tune.
"Seems a little too good to be true considering all the lies you've had to feed him."
"Whatever do you mean, Minnie?"
Changmin looked at him skeptically. "So you told him you're a porn star?"
Yoochun blinked. A gray cloud in the form of Changmin Logic loomed over his sunny disposition. "Well...no."
Changmin tutted his tongue. "It's hard, isn't it? Hiding this whole world and sucking other cocks while your lover smiles like a beautiful, clueless angel. Sometimes I just wanna smack her and scream, 'I'm a porn star, you moron!'"
It was only now that Yoochun fully realized exactly how much he had been lying recently. He'd previously lied to his family and friends about his occupation but other than Changmin, he only spoke to them every once in a while since their schedules usually didn't line up. Yoochun was having a hard time remembering the last day that didn't include Junsu in it. Lying had almost become second nature. "Would you ever tell her?"
Changmin took a deep breath. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO."
Yoochun's shoulder's drooped.
Changmin squeezed his shoulder with a playful smile. "Come on. Would you ever tell your boyfriend?"
Yoochun shrugged uncomfortably. "Well, I figured one day...maybe I'd..."
"And what do you think any normal boyfriend would do if you told him?"
Freak out. Throw things at Yoochun. Call him a cheater and a liar. Key Yoochun's car. Puncture the tires of Yoochun's car. Set Yoochun's car on fire and push it off a cliff. Drown Yoochun in a backyard pool and bury his body with his car. Then cry.
Yoochun gave a frustrated exhale. "But it just seems like I shouldn't feel guilty. It's just sex."
"Not everyone's as rational as us, Yoochun."
"There's a huge difference between love and sex."
"Exactly."
"And we know the difference."
"Right on."
"I feel nothing for the people I have to screw on camera."
"Same here, man."
"I can fuck you and then go eat Mexican for lunch right after and still be best friends."
"I love Mexican food."
"Just like you can have sex with men and still consider yourself straight."
"Straight as a board."
"Or does that just make us both weird?"
"Ah..."
They looked at each other. They looked away. Dejection.
A taller man breezed by with a cloud of cologne and dominance, stabbing a scrap piece of paper into the center of Yoochun's clavicle and snapped his cell phone shut long enough to bark, "Be at this address at 2 o'clock on Tuesday. Don't be late," and he promptly flipped his cell open again and walked off, yelling obscenities.
Yoochun blinked, dizzy and perhaps a little scared. "W-wait. Siwon!"
The way the man turned to look back made Yoochun imagine he might have just heard demonic minion choruses in the background, chanting chorales of impending doom.
Yoochun shrunk back. "Um, what is this...?"
Siwon rolled his eyes deeply. "It's Erotiville. I'll email you the script later. You've got like two lines so don't fuck up. NO, I do NOT want fries with that." And he walked off, shouting into the phone, leaving Yoochun to wonder just how much of that conversation was meant for him.
"Wow," Changmin nodded in approval. "Look who's moving up."
"Huh?"
Changmin's turn to roll his eyes at Yoochun's expense. "Just because you're in porn doesn't mean you don't have to watch it. Masturbating to DVDs and internet filth should be like your homework."
"Huh?"
He sighed. "Erotiville? It's the most popular series out right now. My manager's been wanting to get me a part on that show since it's first season but we both know getting even a small, no-name part like you would require a miracle or a big ass cake for the director with wads of cash baked inside. But my manager's not as epic as yours."
"Your manager's not as intense as mine, either." Yoochun grumbled, shoving the paper in his back pocket.
"At least he gets the job done." Changmin clapped him on the back. "You know, you're a lot better at all this than you think."
Yoochun opened his mouth to respond but Changmin's pants started ringing and the moment he flipped his cell open, Changmin went pale and walked off with an oddly strained smile mumbling, "Hey, baby. Oh, nothing. Just watching TV..."
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The escalating volume of Junsu's voice crackled through the cell phone ear piece. "You liar!"
Yoochun swallowed.
"You've never met Lee Byung Hyun." Junsu teased.
Yoochun laughed dryly. "Aha. But he was in the same restaurant, so it counts, right?"
"White lies get you nowhere." Junsu laughed lightly. "Where are you, anyway?"
After opening the door, Yoochun stepped over a stray vibrator and avoided running into a fashion coordinator who looked as if she were trying to decide between a leopard print G-string and a bright green one. "Um, work."
"Mmm. I'm on my way to class." Junsu groaned. "Can't wait til I graduate this year."
"So you can do what? Enter the real world?" A staff member with a headset leaned against the wall looking awfully uneventful compared to the hustle and bustle of the rest of the room which was setting up before Yoochun's shoot. Yoochun lowered his cell phone and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me? Can you tell me where the director is?"
The staff member glanced at him, shrugged and resumed his state of utter apathy and indifferent uselessness against the wall.
Yoochun sighed and raised his cell back up to his ear.
"...if it means I get to wake up whenever I want and not worry about exams and incredibly old professors waiting for their expiration date." Junsu was saying.
"Uh-huh." Yoochun hoped he didn't sound quite as distracted as he was in reality. He passed an actor dressed in nothing but socks who was staring intently at himself in a mirror. Yoochun didn't consider him a threat until the man opened his mouth and started his vocal exercises.
"Oh yeah! Oh yes! Oh! Oh! Right there! Slap me harder!"
A pause on the other line. "Yoochun? What's that?"
Yoochun cursed to himself and covered his cell with his hand, skirting passed the actor for a quieter corner of the room. "Just, you know. Work stuff. Guy dropped a...stapler on his...yeah."
He didn't get an immediate answer to his incredibly lame explanation. He heard some mumbling on the other line before hearing Junsu's sigh and finally his voice, which now sounded a bit more distant. "Uh-huh."
"Your class must be starting. We should hang up before I get you in trouble." And by you, I mean me.
"You trying to get rid of me?" Junsu said playfully.
"If I hang up now, I can finish early and meet up with you when I'm done."
"I'd like that."
"When's your last class?"
He could hear shouting in the background and few more muffled noises. It didn't help that the corner of the room Yoochun had found wasn't much quieter than the rest of the room as the staff swarmed about. "Junsu? Hellooo?"
Suddenly Junsu's voice returned, laughing loudly and perhaps a little awkwardly into the speaker. "Looks like my classmates are rioting. Apparently there's a test on Thursday of which none of us knew anything about. The professor is amused, of course."
As Yoochun chuckled, he felt a tap on his shoulder. A petite young woman with jet black hair gestured vaguely at him and tapped her foot with waning patience. "Look, Su, I gotta go. See you later?"
"Absolutely." Then Junsu laughed at something that probably had nothing to do with Yoochun and hung up.
The moment Yoochun snapped his cell shut, the woman stuck out her hand and broke into a business smile. "Park Yoochun, yes? I'm Boa, your director, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, as well." Her brisk pace had Yoochun reeling a bit but he smiled and shook her hand professionally anyway.
"We'll start filming in about," Boa glanced at her watch, "five minutes ago, so I'm gonna give you a brief overview of what I want out of you and then you're gonna go to hair and make up and make magic for me, okay?"
Yoochun felt he only had the power to nod.
"Have you seen Erotiville?"
Yoochun shook his head, admittedly feeling a bit stupid for his ignorance of the reputedly wildly successful show he was about to film.
But Boa seemed more interested in moving on to the next task as quickly as possible. "Not important anyway. So, basically you're a high school teacher preying on the adorable, yet sexually confused and experimental student who's come to your house for extra tutoring but it's all just a ruse to get into his pants. So your character's a bit of a douche."
Yoochun smiled ironically. "Nice."
Boa shrugged with a smile. "Yeah. So I want you to get a little rough but even though your partner is a newbie, don't worry about it. Just don't go overboard. Also, I'd like you to--"
Yoochun stared. "Wait. What?"
Boa waved her hand dismissively. "Trust me. Don't worry about it. Anyway, I know you don't have many lines but I never do anything halfway." She winked. "So perform like it's your last ticket out of hell."
Yoochun laughed. She was a bit intimidating but a lot less volatile than Onew, a pleasant change in atmosphere. "Will do, boss."
Boa smiled and opened her mouth as if to say something but Jaejoong, who was apparently but not surprisingly a regular on the show, passed by and her mind seemed to move too fast for even her to keep up and she had completely forgotten all about Yoochun, scurrying off to list off instructions elsewhere.
Yoochun went through hair and make up but it really didn't take much time at all. He would probably sweat it all out anyway. He might even get licked if his partner were a freak. And if his partner were that guy he'd passed earlier shouting at himself in the mirror, that might very well be likely.
After the hairdresser complimented Yoochun and his 'smexy locks,' he wandered out into the living room where Boa was perched in her official director's chair and the rest of the staff hovered around her. Someone with a clipboard emerged from another room and whispered something in her ear to which she nodded.
"Okay, your partner is still preparing himself in the bathroom so we'll go ahead and shoot your introduction. You're staring out the window, contemplating and--Stare out the window and contemplate."
Yoochun did. Boa stared intensely at the cameraman, effectively signaling him to stop fiddling around with his equipment and point his camera at Yoochun.
Boa continued. "We'll edit a voiceover in this scene later but for now just stand there imagine you're a teacher in this lovely house, thinking about the world, how in the hell you could afford this amazing house on your teacher's salary and the young, unsuspecting ass you're about to tap."
Disappointment or impatience seemed like the last things he'd want Boa to experience on his behalf, so Yoochun was obedient while the cameraman hovered around him, zooming in on his face, panning out and getting shots of him gazing out the wide window looking out over a fairly gorgeous backyard.
The room was dead silent, save for the sound of the cameraman's nostrils every time he crept too close, but Yoochun did his best to immerse himself in the moment and not seem quite as debilitatingly awkward as he felt. The shot would hopefully come off a lot less awkward once it was edited later.
Yoochun could hear rustling behind him and one of the staff whispering until Boa spoke aloud. "Okay, he's ready. Yoseob, you got that? Just continue shooting the scene from here."
Just as Yoochun heard footsteps of what was probably the other performer, he considered how much more comfortable it would've been if he had met his partner for a few minutes prior to filming. Just getting to know him even a little bit made acting a little easier but it was too late now. But Yoochun could manage either way.
The performer recited his lines, assuming the role of a young, insecure high school boy about to either make the most thrilling discovery of his life or the biggest mistake. Yoochun hadn't really bothered to read the rest of the script, although Changmin was begging to get a glimpse of it. "Um, Mr. Park?"
That voice sounded oddly familiar. Maybe Yoochun had worked with him before. But Boa had said he was a newbie, so that probably wasn't the case.
Yoochun spun around as the script had instructed, prepared to construct a look of mild surprise at the sudden entrance of his latest victim but instead that forged expression of surprise became real, authentic, totally, utterly, sincerely, delirious stupefaction. Or more accurately stated: horror.
By the time Yoochun turned around and revealed his face, the other actor's expression was probably three times the dosage of whatever form Yoochun's had taken but the camera wasn't on him, it was on Yoochun.
Yoochun choked back the scream or vomit--whichever was coming up first--long enough to sputter out his next line which had much less potency than he had rehearsed while driving up to the set that day. "You're early, X-Xiah. You can just call me...Micky."
A line was supposed to follow that. And even though Yoochun's lines barely took up half a page, he couldn't for the life of him remember if the next line was his or not.
Boa glanced between the two with rising irritation. "Cut. Say it again. This time, pretend you have balls."
But Yoochun wasn't really so much worried about his acting. It was really more the fact that his boyfriend of three months was standing before him in a schoolboy uniform and fake glasses ready to get down on his knees and beg to be fucked harder in front of a group of strangers and a camera.
And judging by the way Junsu swallowed hard beneath his loosely knotted tie, he was no more pleased about the situation than Yoochun was.
Five
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I don't own a DBSK porn DVD...but I wish I did T.T
Length: [4/?]
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: romantic comedy, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary:
Dear Lover,
All the wonderful times we have spent together have been a gift to me. From sharing ice cream under the cherry blossom tree to falling asleep in your arms, the memory of your love will forever mark my soul. Please be mine forever and always.
-Love,
Your Loving Lover
P.S. I am a porn star.
Previous Chapters
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P.S. Swallow
"Who was it?"
"Just Changmin. I'll call him back later."
"What do you want to ride next?"
"Mmm, I wanna eat first."
"Junk food?"
"Who needs real food?"
"I'll buy you cotton candy."
"Nah, you already paid for my ticket. And I've got money."
"I know but I want to."
How could Yoochun say no to that smile?
They had been to the theme park twice in the few weeks they had been seeing each other. Yoochun learned that Junsu was a thrill-seeker.
In that time, they had managed to see each other just about every other day. And any day they didn't see each other, they spent some amount of time on the phone. His phone bill was suffering but he didn't care. Love had no price tag.
But lately, Yoochun had begun to notice that their relationship had gotten a little too friendly. As in, just friends friendly. And it scared the hell out of him.
Even though one of them would crack a dirty joke now and then or glance at the other just a little too long, the word 'boyfriend' had never been spoken. They hadn't even kissed yet.
It had gotten to the point where Yoochun didn't know if they were dating or just hanging out with heavy flirting. He really liked Junsu but he couldn't figure out how to make this thing move faster. Or maybe the S.S. More Than Friends ship had sailed long ago.
And of course there were those moments that made Yoochun feel as though maybe they just weren't meant to be like that. Yoochun's job was a prime culprit.
"You're canceling?" Junsu said carefully as if he were trying not to sound quite as devastated as he felt.
Damn you, Onew. DAMN YOU. "Yeah. I'm so sorry, Junsu."
"Can I ask why?"
"Work." Yoochun had been scheduled to do Heechul tomorrow on the beach. But apparently it was supposed to rain tomorrow so Onew called up all the actors and staff and told them to move their schedules to today. What made it suck even more was that Yoochun had literally received his phone call a mere five minutes before Junsu showed up at his door ready to go on this date or friendly adventure or whatever the hell this was supposed to be.
Junsu bit his lip and opened and closed his mouth as if he weren't sure he should say something. "Can't you call in sick?"
Junsu was trying so hard to stay cool and it made Yoochun feel downright dirty. "I'm sorry. This was really sudden. And there are so many other people involved so I don't think there's anything I can do."
"Oh. Well, that's okay."
"It's not okay. My boss sucks."
"It's just that I already bought the tickets..."
"You did?" Yoochun wouldn't be surprised if the heavens smote him where he stood. He would welcome it. "Junsu..."
Junsu gave a smile that was clearly forced. "Don't worry about it. I'll find someone else to go with."
Yoochun's brow furrowed. "You sure?"
Junsu just nodded. But he didn't immediately head back to his car parked in Yoochun's yard to coerce someone else he knew to attend the music festival he had been planning to go to with Yoochun for the past week and a half. He stared at the ground between them and fiddled with his fingers.
Was Yoochun supposed to do something? He'd like nothing more than to hug Junsu and say some magic words to make it all better. Would hugging be weird? Would that be considered moving out of friend territory? Were they even still in friend territory? Didn't friends normally hug each other? Did most friends harbor the crippling amount of sexual tension Junsu and Yoochun had?
Junsu opened his mouth. Then he seemed to rethink himself and closed it with a tight-lipped smile.
When his car disappeared around the corner, Yoochun promised himself he'd make Onew pay.
:::::
He didn't make Onew pay, per se. But he did irritate him a little. Mostly it was the cameraman who suffered.
He certainly ended his beach scene with Heechul that night with a bang. Both had been given the green light to cum and wrap up filming and Yoochun had cum cleanly inside his partner.
But when it was Heechul's turn to cum, he suddenly grabbed his partner's member and pumped so hard, his hand went numb. Heechul wasn't expecting it and came much faster than he had intended to--all over the camera and Leeteuk who had been filming much too close.
And when Leeteuk fussed at Heechul, Heechul took his frustration out on the nearest person who just happened to be Onew and Onew drove home that night blasting death metal out the windows if that was any indication of the mood he had left in.
Mission accomplished?
Whatever the result, Yoochun had tried. But really the person who was most wronged by the the situation would have to be dealt with tomorrow since it was now nearly 2am. Yoochun wondered if Junsu preferred apology chocolates or apology flowers. Apology chocolates in the shape of flowers?
He slammed the door of his car and headed for the door. When he saw the shadow looming around the door steps, his heart skipped a beat.
Who could that be at this time of night? Was it a hobo? A serial killing thief? Would Yoochun have enough time to find a rake and scrape the serial killing hobo's eyes out with it? There was so much Yoochun still wanted to do. He'd leave his cat to Junsu. But he hadn't even gotten around to getting a cat yet. Why did the good always die young?
As he stepped closer, all traces of panic melted away. But since it was Junsu who looked up at him from the doorsteps, anxiety took its place.
"What are you doing here?" It was late and he was absolutely positive he had been clear when he'd told Junsu he couldn't hang out tonight. How long had Junsu been sitting there?
Junsu stood, biting his lip. "Um, hey."
Hey?
"How was work?" Junsu fumbled with something in his hands hidden by shadows.
"Junsu. What are you doing here?" Yoochun repeated.
Junsu exhaled deeply. He wouldn't meet Yoochun's eye. "Just wanted to surprise you after work. Didn't think it would take you so long but I--"
"Didn't you go to the festival?"
Junsu looked at the ground. Then the road. Then the plastic cases in his hands. Then the bush beside the steps. "There's really no one else I want to go with. So I bought a couple 10cm CDs and brought them here so we could listen to them but your job took a really long time and you're probably tired so I should go."
He started to walk away but Yoochun held him firmly by his shoulders. "You didn't come all the way over here just to not listen to some CDs." He tried to search Junsu's eyes but it was too dark and Junsu refused to freaking look at him. "What is it?"
Yoochun could feel the tension in his shoulders. He kept licking his lips as if hesitating whether or not to open up and speak or just walk away and pretend this never happened. It wasn't until Yoochun gave his shoulders a light, imploring nudge that Junsu finally looked at him.
"What is this?"
Yoochun frowned. "What do you--"
"Are we dating?" Junsu looked a touch panicked. "Are we hanging out? I can't tell. Something is just not...not happening between us and I don't know what to do."
It clicked. "Junsu."
"How am I supposed to react when you stand me up like this? Am I supposed to go home and hang out with my other friends like it's nothing?"
They were exactly the same. "Junsu."
"Or do I pace around my empty fucking apartment for an hour before over-thinking so much I drive myself insane and come here like a desperate idiot and--I don't even know what I'm doing here anymore."
God, they were both so stupid. "Junsu?"
"There are so many things I want to do but I don't know if I can because if I do, it might ruin us and even if what we have now is confusing, I still like it and I don't want to lose you so--"
"I like you." Yoochun blurted moronically.
Junsu's mouth froze open and he blinked rapidly as if processing some new language Yoochun had spoken. The silence was so long, Yoochun began to wonder if he had been too forward. Perhaps he should've taken a more subtle approach--
Junsu's lips were there and then gone in one breath, leaving Yoochun to wonder if he had only imagined that the man had just given him a swift and sweet peck. Junsu looked just as surprised as Yoochun did.
By the time Yoochun had officially decided that yes, they were both indeed equally stupid, he took Junsu by the hips and gently pulled him forward til their lips met again.
Junsu was soft. And their lips fit perfectly together, warm and tender. Junsu's hands slid up Yoochun's chest til they wrapped loosely around Yoochun's neck for a deeper kiss. Slow and simple, with just a little tongue, but it was nice and left Yoochun craving so much more.
When they pulled away, Junsu smiled, almost giddy. "I still have these CDs." He stared at Yoochun's lips as he spoke. "Wanna come inside and listen? There's food in the fridge if you're hungry..."
Yoochun resisted the urge to laugh. "Yeah. It's my house."
This seemed to jolt Junsu back to reality. When he mumbled a dazed, "Oh," Yoochun wanted to kiss the blush in his cheeks. But he didn't.
It wasn't like their usual dates. As they laid down on Yoochun's bed and listened to Junsu's CDs, they didn't talk so much as stare at each other.
Eventually, Junsu fell asleep with the imprint of Yoochun's quilt on his face. It was too cute to disturb so Yoochun put a blanket over him and slept on the couch that night.
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Yoochun lapped at the sides of his cock, enjoying the way his impatient groans rumbled through his chest.
Yoochun gave a final lick at the engorged tip and swallowed him whole, wrapping his hand around the base to pump in rhythm with the bob of his head. The precum had a delicious hint of sugar, Yoochun's hair was especially glossy today and the sun was endlessly shining.
Today was a good day.
Yoochun pulled back to smile for no reason at all. With a gasp, Changmin came long and hard all over Yoochun's face.
"Cuuuut." Onew sang. "Anyone want lunch? I'll buy you lunch. No, Jonghyun will buy you lunch. But I'll drive. Anyone? Anyone? God, it's good to live." Onew skipped away to find the scriptwriter while the rest of the staff packed up.
An assistant handed Yoochun a moist towelette. Changmin warily stood a couple meters away, dressing himself and watched Yoochun. "Are you...okay?"
Yoochun wiped the cum out of his eyelashes with a lopsided grin. "Hmm?"
"Just..." Changmin peered at him, daring to step just a few centimeters closer. "You hate cumshots to the face. I'm sorry, by the way. I didn't expect you to pull back, so..."
"Ah..." That's right. Yoochun did hate bukkake. Something about imagining his face as someone else's toilet just pissed him off. He'd rather just swallow. Plus, last time he'd done it, Yunho had gotten him in the eye and it was red and swollen for two days. He hadn't done one since.
Yoochun just shrugged with a grin and slipped into his pants. "Oh well. No harm done."
Changmin gawked. "I'm speaking to Park Yoochun, right?"
"Mhmm~"
"What the hell is wrong with you? You and Onew must've been abducted by the same spaceship."
Onew skipped by and waved brightly. "Hey, guys! GREAT job today. You're doing GREAT."
Yoochun waved back, giggling. "What do you mean, Minnie?"
"Something about you seems different."
"How so?"
"Happy. You seem happy."
"Haha..."
"Come to think of it, you haven't been returning most of my calls lately."
"My bad~"
"This can only mean one thing."
"I feel like flying a kite. How about you?"
"Someone's got a boyfriend."
"Bingo!"
Changmin punched him playfully in the arm. "Son of a bitch. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Whoops. I thought I did." Yoochun shrugged giddily. "Well, now you know."
"So, tell me." Changmin wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "What's he like? When did you meet him? Is he that great that you can't return my calls? I was lonely last Friday night."
"He's amazing. It's been three months of bliss."
Changmin blinked. "Three months?! You've had a boyfriend for three months and you didn't tell me? Your best friend?!"
Yoochun thought for a second. Had he not taken the time to tell Changmin in the three months since that first kiss? When was the last time he'd had an extended conversation with Changmin? He really couldn't remember anything beyond the lilting melody of Junsu's laughter.
"Better late than never~" Yoochun said and whistled a jolly little tune.
"Seems a little too good to be true considering all the lies you've had to feed him."
"Whatever do you mean, Minnie?"
Changmin looked at him skeptically. "So you told him you're a porn star?"
Yoochun blinked. A gray cloud in the form of Changmin Logic loomed over his sunny disposition. "Well...no."
Changmin tutted his tongue. "It's hard, isn't it? Hiding this whole world and sucking other cocks while your lover smiles like a beautiful, clueless angel. Sometimes I just wanna smack her and scream, 'I'm a porn star, you moron!'"
It was only now that Yoochun fully realized exactly how much he had been lying recently. He'd previously lied to his family and friends about his occupation but other than Changmin, he only spoke to them every once in a while since their schedules usually didn't line up. Yoochun was having a hard time remembering the last day that didn't include Junsu in it. Lying had almost become second nature. "Would you ever tell her?"
Changmin took a deep breath. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO."
Yoochun's shoulder's drooped.
Changmin squeezed his shoulder with a playful smile. "Come on. Would you ever tell your boyfriend?"
Yoochun shrugged uncomfortably. "Well, I figured one day...maybe I'd..."
"And what do you think any normal boyfriend would do if you told him?"
Freak out. Throw things at Yoochun. Call him a cheater and a liar. Key Yoochun's car. Puncture the tires of Yoochun's car. Set Yoochun's car on fire and push it off a cliff. Drown Yoochun in a backyard pool and bury his body with his car. Then cry.
Yoochun gave a frustrated exhale. "But it just seems like I shouldn't feel guilty. It's just sex."
"Not everyone's as rational as us, Yoochun."
"There's a huge difference between love and sex."
"Exactly."
"And we know the difference."
"Right on."
"I feel nothing for the people I have to screw on camera."
"Same here, man."
"I can fuck you and then go eat Mexican for lunch right after and still be best friends."
"I love Mexican food."
"Just like you can have sex with men and still consider yourself straight."
"Straight as a board."
"Or does that just make us both weird?"
"Ah..."
They looked at each other. They looked away. Dejection.
A taller man breezed by with a cloud of cologne and dominance, stabbing a scrap piece of paper into the center of Yoochun's clavicle and snapped his cell phone shut long enough to bark, "Be at this address at 2 o'clock on Tuesday. Don't be late," and he promptly flipped his cell open again and walked off, yelling obscenities.
Yoochun blinked, dizzy and perhaps a little scared. "W-wait. Siwon!"
The way the man turned to look back made Yoochun imagine he might have just heard demonic minion choruses in the background, chanting chorales of impending doom.
Yoochun shrunk back. "Um, what is this...?"
Siwon rolled his eyes deeply. "It's Erotiville. I'll email you the script later. You've got like two lines so don't fuck up. NO, I do NOT want fries with that." And he walked off, shouting into the phone, leaving Yoochun to wonder just how much of that conversation was meant for him.
"Wow," Changmin nodded in approval. "Look who's moving up."
"Huh?"
Changmin's turn to roll his eyes at Yoochun's expense. "Just because you're in porn doesn't mean you don't have to watch it. Masturbating to DVDs and internet filth should be like your homework."
"Huh?"
He sighed. "Erotiville? It's the most popular series out right now. My manager's been wanting to get me a part on that show since it's first season but we both know getting even a small, no-name part like you would require a miracle or a big ass cake for the director with wads of cash baked inside. But my manager's not as epic as yours."
"Your manager's not as intense as mine, either." Yoochun grumbled, shoving the paper in his back pocket.
"At least he gets the job done." Changmin clapped him on the back. "You know, you're a lot better at all this than you think."
Yoochun opened his mouth to respond but Changmin's pants started ringing and the moment he flipped his cell open, Changmin went pale and walked off with an oddly strained smile mumbling, "Hey, baby. Oh, nothing. Just watching TV..."
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The escalating volume of Junsu's voice crackled through the cell phone ear piece. "You liar!"
Yoochun swallowed.
"You've never met Lee Byung Hyun." Junsu teased.
Yoochun laughed dryly. "Aha. But he was in the same restaurant, so it counts, right?"
"White lies get you nowhere." Junsu laughed lightly. "Where are you, anyway?"
After opening the door, Yoochun stepped over a stray vibrator and avoided running into a fashion coordinator who looked as if she were trying to decide between a leopard print G-string and a bright green one. "Um, work."
"Mmm. I'm on my way to class." Junsu groaned. "Can't wait til I graduate this year."
"So you can do what? Enter the real world?" A staff member with a headset leaned against the wall looking awfully uneventful compared to the hustle and bustle of the rest of the room which was setting up before Yoochun's shoot. Yoochun lowered his cell phone and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me? Can you tell me where the director is?"
The staff member glanced at him, shrugged and resumed his state of utter apathy and indifferent uselessness against the wall.
Yoochun sighed and raised his cell back up to his ear.
"...if it means I get to wake up whenever I want and not worry about exams and incredibly old professors waiting for their expiration date." Junsu was saying.
"Uh-huh." Yoochun hoped he didn't sound quite as distracted as he was in reality. He passed an actor dressed in nothing but socks who was staring intently at himself in a mirror. Yoochun didn't consider him a threat until the man opened his mouth and started his vocal exercises.
"Oh yeah! Oh yes! Oh! Oh! Right there! Slap me harder!"
A pause on the other line. "Yoochun? What's that?"
Yoochun cursed to himself and covered his cell with his hand, skirting passed the actor for a quieter corner of the room. "Just, you know. Work stuff. Guy dropped a...stapler on his...yeah."
He didn't get an immediate answer to his incredibly lame explanation. He heard some mumbling on the other line before hearing Junsu's sigh and finally his voice, which now sounded a bit more distant. "Uh-huh."
"Your class must be starting. We should hang up before I get you in trouble." And by you, I mean me.
"You trying to get rid of me?" Junsu said playfully.
"If I hang up now, I can finish early and meet up with you when I'm done."
"I'd like that."
"When's your last class?"
He could hear shouting in the background and few more muffled noises. It didn't help that the corner of the room Yoochun had found wasn't much quieter than the rest of the room as the staff swarmed about. "Junsu? Hellooo?"
Suddenly Junsu's voice returned, laughing loudly and perhaps a little awkwardly into the speaker. "Looks like my classmates are rioting. Apparently there's a test on Thursday of which none of us knew anything about. The professor is amused, of course."
As Yoochun chuckled, he felt a tap on his shoulder. A petite young woman with jet black hair gestured vaguely at him and tapped her foot with waning patience. "Look, Su, I gotta go. See you later?"
"Absolutely." Then Junsu laughed at something that probably had nothing to do with Yoochun and hung up.
The moment Yoochun snapped his cell shut, the woman stuck out her hand and broke into a business smile. "Park Yoochun, yes? I'm Boa, your director, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, as well." Her brisk pace had Yoochun reeling a bit but he smiled and shook her hand professionally anyway.
"We'll start filming in about," Boa glanced at her watch, "five minutes ago, so I'm gonna give you a brief overview of what I want out of you and then you're gonna go to hair and make up and make magic for me, okay?"
Yoochun felt he only had the power to nod.
"Have you seen Erotiville?"
Yoochun shook his head, admittedly feeling a bit stupid for his ignorance of the reputedly wildly successful show he was about to film.
But Boa seemed more interested in moving on to the next task as quickly as possible. "Not important anyway. So, basically you're a high school teacher preying on the adorable, yet sexually confused and experimental student who's come to your house for extra tutoring but it's all just a ruse to get into his pants. So your character's a bit of a douche."
Yoochun smiled ironically. "Nice."
Boa shrugged with a smile. "Yeah. So I want you to get a little rough but even though your partner is a newbie, don't worry about it. Just don't go overboard. Also, I'd like you to--"
Yoochun stared. "Wait. What?"
Boa waved her hand dismissively. "Trust me. Don't worry about it. Anyway, I know you don't have many lines but I never do anything halfway." She winked. "So perform like it's your last ticket out of hell."
Yoochun laughed. She was a bit intimidating but a lot less volatile than Onew, a pleasant change in atmosphere. "Will do, boss."
Boa smiled and opened her mouth as if to say something but Jaejoong, who was apparently but not surprisingly a regular on the show, passed by and her mind seemed to move too fast for even her to keep up and she had completely forgotten all about Yoochun, scurrying off to list off instructions elsewhere.
Yoochun went through hair and make up but it really didn't take much time at all. He would probably sweat it all out anyway. He might even get licked if his partner were a freak. And if his partner were that guy he'd passed earlier shouting at himself in the mirror, that might very well be likely.
After the hairdresser complimented Yoochun and his 'smexy locks,' he wandered out into the living room where Boa was perched in her official director's chair and the rest of the staff hovered around her. Someone with a clipboard emerged from another room and whispered something in her ear to which she nodded.
"Okay, your partner is still preparing himself in the bathroom so we'll go ahead and shoot your introduction. You're staring out the window, contemplating and--Stare out the window and contemplate."
Yoochun did. Boa stared intensely at the cameraman, effectively signaling him to stop fiddling around with his equipment and point his camera at Yoochun.
Boa continued. "We'll edit a voiceover in this scene later but for now just stand there imagine you're a teacher in this lovely house, thinking about the world, how in the hell you could afford this amazing house on your teacher's salary and the young, unsuspecting ass you're about to tap."
Disappointment or impatience seemed like the last things he'd want Boa to experience on his behalf, so Yoochun was obedient while the cameraman hovered around him, zooming in on his face, panning out and getting shots of him gazing out the wide window looking out over a fairly gorgeous backyard.
The room was dead silent, save for the sound of the cameraman's nostrils every time he crept too close, but Yoochun did his best to immerse himself in the moment and not seem quite as debilitatingly awkward as he felt. The shot would hopefully come off a lot less awkward once it was edited later.
Yoochun could hear rustling behind him and one of the staff whispering until Boa spoke aloud. "Okay, he's ready. Yoseob, you got that? Just continue shooting the scene from here."
Just as Yoochun heard footsteps of what was probably the other performer, he considered how much more comfortable it would've been if he had met his partner for a few minutes prior to filming. Just getting to know him even a little bit made acting a little easier but it was too late now. But Yoochun could manage either way.
The performer recited his lines, assuming the role of a young, insecure high school boy about to either make the most thrilling discovery of his life or the biggest mistake. Yoochun hadn't really bothered to read the rest of the script, although Changmin was begging to get a glimpse of it. "Um, Mr. Park?"
That voice sounded oddly familiar. Maybe Yoochun had worked with him before. But Boa had said he was a newbie, so that probably wasn't the case.
Yoochun spun around as the script had instructed, prepared to construct a look of mild surprise at the sudden entrance of his latest victim but instead that forged expression of surprise became real, authentic, totally, utterly, sincerely, delirious stupefaction. Or more accurately stated: horror.
By the time Yoochun turned around and revealed his face, the other actor's expression was probably three times the dosage of whatever form Yoochun's had taken but the camera wasn't on him, it was on Yoochun.
Yoochun choked back the scream or vomit--whichever was coming up first--long enough to sputter out his next line which had much less potency than he had rehearsed while driving up to the set that day. "You're early, X-Xiah. You can just call me...Micky."
A line was supposed to follow that. And even though Yoochun's lines barely took up half a page, he couldn't for the life of him remember if the next line was his or not.
Boa glanced between the two with rising irritation. "Cut. Say it again. This time, pretend you have balls."
But Yoochun wasn't really so much worried about his acting. It was really more the fact that his boyfriend of three months was standing before him in a schoolboy uniform and fake glasses ready to get down on his knees and beg to be fucked harder in front of a group of strangers and a camera.
And judging by the way Junsu swallowed hard beneath his loosely knotted tie, he was no more pleased about the situation than Yoochun was.
Five
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