Stolen Hearts and Shoes [6 - FINAL]
Title: Stolen Hearts and Shoes
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no one. Not even Junsu. T.T
Pairing: Yoosu ::::: Yunjae, mystery pairing...
Length: [6/6]
Genre: Romantic smut comedy
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex, language, duckbutt
Summary: Yoochun, the love-starved, writer's blocked songwriter is one day (forcibly) introduced to the new neighbors. However, his first impression of someone's bare, wet ass isn't quite what he expected. And while his roommate stirs up more trouble than he can handle, Yoochun discovers secrets about his neighbors that inspire him more than he would've ever imagined.
Soggy Wifebeaters
Reindeer Sex
Yoochun Had a Little Lamb
Puff Daddy
Jaejoong's Pants
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Oops
Yoochun had gotten desperate. He was tired of losing.
The day after the burglary, he'd used most of daylight knocking on the neighbor's front door til his knuckles went numb on both hands and he had to use his foot. He figured Changmin was probably at work, otherwise he would've answered the door and crushed Yoochun like a grape for harassment.
But Junsu had been home. And seeing those bright eyes peek through the blinds once and immediately disappear had hurt more than the blistered skin on Yoochun's knuckles.
But the next day, he had taken to stalking their house by phone.
"Hey, you've reached Changmin and Jun-"
Yoochun snapped his cell shut and called again. After he'd memorized the house number from Jaejoong's cell contacts list, he'd put it in his own phone and used it well. He couldn't take it anymore. He'd give anything just to hear Junsu's voice.
It didn't even matter whether or not he explained why that day at the supermarket had ended so badly. If the only thing Junsu said was, "Yes" after Yoochun asked him on another date, that would get Yoochun through the day.
Oh sure, he had caught Junsu naked. And yes, he'd kicked him in the shin at Jaejoong's dinner. And okay, Yoochun had groped Junsu on that same evening. All of those were all accidents. Accidents a small, delinquent part of Yoochun had somewhat enjoyed but accidents, nonetheless.
Despite the initial awkwardness, they'd had such a good time grocery shopping together, no matter how strange and unmanly that sounded. He couldn't fight the feeling that Junsu was perfect in all his imperfections and he refused to just let him go.
Not to mention, Junsu hadn't seemed all that miffed when Yoochun had also (accidentally) been forced into Junsu's personal space, rubbing his potentially hard genitals all over the man.
Yoochun went over that thought again. And again. And again. His cock shuddered.
He was officially pathetic. And he smashed his head into a couch pillow and screamed.
There was a knock at the door and Jaejoong instantly emerged from the laundry room to answer it. He glanced at Yoochun with his head buried into a pillow. "If you're going to smother yourself, at least have the common courtesy to remove your corpse from my house."
He opened the door and let out a yelp as Yunho wrapped his arms around him practically before the door could swing all the way open and nibbled at his neck. Jaejoong giggled as Yunho lifted him off his feet and distractedly shut the door, leaving it open a crack.
Jaejoong wrapped his legs around Yunho's waist and allowed his boyfriend to carry him down the hallway toward his bedroom. He pried Yunho's lips off him long enough to warn Yoochun, "Don't wander to my side of the house for a few hours, kay, Chun?"
Yoochun nodded, listening to the dial tone for the seven million and third time. "Hey, Yunho."
"Hey, man." After licking Jaejoong's ear, Yunho looked up with a goofy grin. His eye caught the withering tent in Yoochun's pants. "Things are looking up, huh?"
Yoochun's jaw clenched but before he could throw something, the lovers made their exit.
As he snapped his cell shut and tried again, he had to swallow that acrid, unpleasant aftertaste in the back of his throat.
Jealousy.
Of course, he was happy for Jaejoong. Of course, he was thrilled that his best friend had always had such a healthy love life, despite its flaws and the unsuspecting people he'd entangled in it.
But still, Yoochun found himself wondering why he couldn't be allowed just a taste of that happiness. Or maybe he had been granted a taste. That day in the grocery store. And it was promptly swiped right out from under his nose.
"Hey, you've reached Changmin and-"
"Dammit, Junsu." Yoochun nearly crushed the phone shut between his fingers and flipped it open again to dial.
"So, it was you."
Yoochun nearly jumped clear out of his skin. A deep, menacing voice behind him. The front door left cracked open.
The burglar was back. Oh shit, oh shit.
In broad daylight. And he'd walked right through the front fucking door to finish raping Yoochun of the things he loved. And possibly his asshole.
Grabbing the broken remote control, Yoochun swiveled around with the device poised to kill.
"Woah!" Changmin jumped back, hands raised to protect his face. "It's just me!"
Yoochun exhaled so fast and so deeply, he nearly vomited at the same time. "You scared the shit out of me."
"You?" Changmin stared incredulously from the other side of the couch. "You were going to stab me to death with a cheap remote control."
Catching his breath, Yoochun tossed the weapon on the couch. "Sorry, man."
"No, I'm sorry." Changmin ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. "The door was open so I let myself in. I should've made more noise or something."
"Yeah, because whispering death threats in my ear isn't noisy enough."
Changmin snorted. "It wasn't a death threat."
"Just because I didn't know what the hell you were talking about didn't make me any less afraid for my life."
"Okay, okay. Just so we're clear, I was talking about your calls."
Yoochun frowned. "My what?"
Changmin pointed at the cell phone in Yoochun's hand with a raised eyebrow. "You've been harassing us via cell phone for the past twenty four hours. And Junsu tells me you actually came over yesterday and chipped the paint off my door from knocking so damn much."
Yoochun's jaw went slack. "Oh... I thought you were at work today."
"I'm off today. I was excited. Til I woke up realizing you'd somehow gotten our number. And was reminded of that fact all day. Junsu told me not to answer it but all I wanted to do was unhook the thing and throw it out a window."
Yoochun rubbed the back of his neck, feeling it heat up with a pink flush from embarrassment. And a hint of disappointment. Junsu had told him not to answer the phone? "I'm so sorry. I was....Junsu-"
Changmin held up his hand to silence him with a smile. "Yeah, I know. I just didn't know it was you."
Yoochun stared at him. "So you mean-Did Junsu talk about me?"
Changmin smiled crookedly. "Junsu tells me everything. Yet he absolutely refuses to tell me the name of the man he had so much fun with in the supermarket. You, mystery man, are quite interesting."
Slowly, Yoochun's lips curved into a smile. "So, he had fun?"
Changmin nodded. "He wants to forget you," he deadpanned.
"What? Why?" Yoochun sputtered. "But we-"
"He made me take him out drinking a couple nights ago. He never drinks."
Yoochun buried his head in his hands. So all this time Junsu had been trying to get rid of him? To purge him from his memory?
"So, try to imagine the hell you put him through when you come banging on the front door the day of the worst hangover of his life." Changmin grinned. "But thankfully because of you, Junsu may never drink again."
Yoochun let out a long, inward groan.
Changmin leaned over the back of the couch. "So, tell me, Yoochun. How do you two do it?"
The other stared blankly. "Who? Do what?"
The younger eyed Yoochun carefully. "We haven't been here for very long. There's gotta be a secret. Cause there's just something about you and Jaejoong that makes a guy fall in love with you two so hard it makes us stupid." And he broke out into a goofy smile. And if Yoochun hadn't been so confused, he might've found it adorable the way his cheeks tinged pink.
But Yoochun was still trying to wrap his mind around this whole conversation. "W-wait. Love?" His heart raced; much faster than his slowpoke mind. "But you said Junsu wanted to forget-"
"Maybe love is a strong word." Changmin said seriously. "But it's something. I know my friend, Yoochun. And he's scared. Like I was when you raised that cheap remote control at me..."
Yoochun collapsed into the couch cushions, dumbfounded. Junsu was falling in love. Junsu was in pain. Junsu could possibly be wallowing around in sorrow with a gigantic bowl of dolphin marshmallow cereal because Yoochun had never gotten around to buying that cookies and cream ice cream for him so he could drown his despair in it. Maybe he and Yoochun were every bit as similar as he'd dreamed they were.
With renewed energy, Yoochun stood up from the couch. "I've got to talk to him." He charged around the couch to reach for the door but Changmin stepped into his path. Yoochun realized just how much taller his junior was.
"Hold on, Superman." Changmin looked down at him, crossing his arms. "First, we have to lay down some rules."
A flash of anger rose in Yoochun's chest as he glared back firmly. "I didn't say a damn thing when you were giving Jaejoong a handjob at that dinner. You think you can keep me from-"
"Jaejoong's older. He's his own man and he can make his own decisions." Changmin glowered. "Junsu's my best friend and he's a little more complicated than you think."
Yoochun could make up for his lack of height or strength with his determination and sheer will. Plus he was getting real tired of this guy cutting him off every time he tried to speak. "Jaejoong is my best friend. And if I give the word, he'll drop you like a pair of dirty socks at the laundromat."
"Well, right now Junsu doesn't trust himself enough to make his own decisions. So, I guess you're left with me." The taller man smiled nastily. "And there are some things you should know about Junsu before I let you near him."
"I can talk to him without your fucking permission." Yoochun growled, shoving Changmin a little. The taller man seemed none too pleased about it. "And anything I learn about Junsu, I'll learn from Junsu himself."
"Listen, jackass-"
"Like how much he loves soccer." Yoochun spat. "And the rain. And his twin brother. And you for god knows why. And how he wrinkles his nose when he's irritated. And how he can't keep his damn hands away from his bangs when he's gorgeous no matter which way they flip."
Yoochun found the menacing space between his face and Changmin's growing smaller and smaller. Until eventually it seemed like someone's fist would have to break the gap pretty soon. And on most days, Yoochun was a lover, not a fighter. But he kept his ground because he'd be damned before he let a good, overprotective friend stand between him and another chance with a man who smiled like an angel.
Changmin broke the silence between glaring and practically rubbing noses with Yoochun. "You learned all that in one afternoon at the grocery store?"
Yoochun glared a moment longer, buying time to find the most threatening counterattack he could think of. "Y-yeah. Why?"
The corner of Changmin's mouth twitched. "So, you really like him?"
"Yeah."
"No matter what?"
"Yeah! What more do you want from me?" Yoochun really hoped he wasn't flailing because at this point, the frustration had built to a point where he didn't know what his extremities were doing anymore.
Changmin sized him up for a moment and paused to think. "I'll make you a deal. I'll step out of your way and we'll never have this conversation again. If you listen to what I've got to say first."
Yoochun snarled, "I said I don't need your fucking-"
"Dammit, just hear me out for a second." Changmin snapped, eyes narrowing. "This is important."
Yoochun tilted his chin up as if to say, Piss me off one more time, asshole. But really he was just too angry and slightly puzzled to articulate his frazzled thoughts into a valid language.
"But once I tell you this information, you can't back out."
"Deal." Yoochun said easily.
"No. Backing. Out." Changmin's eyes bore holes into Yoochun's retinas. "Junsu's been hurt one too many times for being different and I'm not gonna let him get hurt again." His eyes darkened dangerously. "Because I don't care what Jaejoong says-I will fuck you the hell up."
"Deal." Yoochun pronounced it slowly as if Changmin were having a hard time understanding.
Changmin scowled for a moment before taking another deep breath. "Junsu is...special."
Yoochun snorted. "Of course he is!" Obviously.
For a brief moment, Changmin's face twisted between something like immense irritation and amusement. "Su has a condition. It's not too serious but it does interfere with his daily life."
Changmin paused to take another breath as if this were unloading a huge weight off his chest. "It's why it's so hard for him to get a lasting job. He only had his previous job because a friend of ours was nice enough to hire him. But the business went bankrupt and we figured we needed a fresh start, anyway. So we moved here. But I mean, you can imagine what this whole thing has done to Su's self-esteem."
Actually, no Yoochun couldn't. Because now he was confused beyond repair. What was Changmin trying to get at?
"If I let you have Junsu, you can't just be his boyfriend," Changmin continued. "You have to take care of him like I would. It worries me sick when he disappears like he did at the bar. I turned my back on him for just a second to talk to Jaejoong and-"
"Wait, wait, back up." Yoochun interrupted, alarm steadily rising. "Junsu disappeared?"
"Yeah, but he always comes back. It's still pretty scary sometimes."
Yoochun's eyebrows disappeared into his bangs. "Always?"
Changmin ran a hand through his hair, gnawing on his bottom lip. "Um, okay let me ask you this. Has anything gone missing in the past few days? Anything at all?"
"Well, yeah, but, we, I, you, my notebook and...sunglasses and, and the shoe-what the fuck are you trying to tell me?!" Yoochun sputtered.
Changmin stared at him like he was stupid and shook his head. "Junsu is a kleptomaniac."
Yoochun was silent for a moment. "What?"
The other eyed him cautiously, as if waiting for Yoochun to make a wrong move. "Kleptomania. This is why it's so hard for him to keep a job because he always ends up stealing something. Sometimes something belonging to a customer. It's a mental disorder similar to obsessive compulsive disorder where the person has random, uncontrollable urges to steal things, usually of trivial value. Often times, they aren't even aware that they've committed the theft. Also-"
"I get it! I know what kleptomania is!" Yoochun grabbed his hair from the roots and thought back. The random items in the house that had disappeared after Changmin and Junsu had moved in. Junsu ending up in Yoochun's room and confused on Jaejoong's dinner date right before Jaejoong realized Yoochun's sunglasses were missing. The juice at the grocery store. The burglar. The open window in Yoochun's room...
"Ah, damn." Yoochun guessed he was asking for it with that open window.
Changmin frowned. "Remember the deal. If you back out, I'm wringing your neck til your head pops. And I'll enjoy it."
Yoochun blinked at him as if he had just entered the room. "What? Oh. No, no. Just... Wow. It just...makes sense now."
Changmin eyed him up and down as if trying to decide whether to get it over with and just lodge his fist down Yoochun's throat. "I'll let it sink in for a while. Where's Jaejoong?"
Yoochun waved him off distractedly. "Down the hall."
As Changmin exited, Yoochun lost himself in his thoughts. Of the reason why Junsu was always so skittish and wary of letting Yoochun into his life. And where his notebook had disappeared to. The pieces finally fit together.
And all the while he was thinking, he'd totally forgotten that Jaejoong was currently in his room with Yunho and probably well past foreplay.
"Oops." Helplessly at this point, he listened down the hallway and heard Changmin open the door to Jaejoong's bedroom, releasing a symphony of bed springs and grunts and, "Oh god, right there, Yunho."
After a moment of horror and realization on Jaejoong's part and confusion on Yunho's, the sounds quickly trickled off into complete silence. Yoochun bit his lip. Sorry, Jae.
He heard the door shut. But no one came retreating down the hallway. He imagined the three of them would have an interesting little chat.
Yoochun stepped out of the house. Jaejoong had a lot of cleaning up to do.
The last thing he heard coming from Jaejoong's room before Yoochun left the house was a raised voice, "How could you?!"
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Yoochun found himself in the neighbor's yard, looking up at it, willing it to let him in. After he'd banged on the front door for a good fifteen minutes or so, he'd decided to give his hands a break and find some other way to get Junsu to listen.
He circled the house many times, checking windows on the bottom floor for any hope of entrance. But no such luck. He finally caught sight of a window around the back side of the house on the second floor with a cage in front of it and a white bunny inside. He'd found Junsu's room.
The light was off so Yoochun figured he must be asleep. And he must be a sound sleeper if he was able to snooze through all Yoochun's racket at the door. Or maybe he was still ignoring him...
Yoochun smiled. Well, he'd just have to bring out his super romantic side. Show Junsu how much he cares and maybe he'll get intrigued. He'd throw pebbles at Junsu's window and the younger man would peak outside his window and there Yoochun would be, down on his knee and imploring for another chance.
He'd serenade his love with the song from his notebook that he suspected Junsu had stolen. And then Junsu, overwhelmed with the love he'd been stifling, would flee down the stairs and throw himself at Yoochun with lovely tears in his eyes.
And Yoochun would tell him it didn't matter that Junsu is a kleptomaniac. Because he'd stolen Yoochun's heart and he wasn't asking for it back. The notebook on the other hand...
Yoochun nodded to himself and set his plan in motion. He found a patch of gravel and grabbed a handful. He tossed them up at Junsu's window with a triumphant grin.
Til the window cracked against the tirade of tiny stones and gravity would have it that they torpedo back to the ground, sending Yoochun running. One clipped him in the forehead.
Once Yoochun realized he was bleeding and Junsu still wasn't answering after all his high-pitched screaming, Yoochun figured he'd go back home and think of a plan B while he nursed his wounds.
On Yoochun's pitiful trek back home, he noticed the front door of his house had been thrown wide open. Had he left it open?
Regardless, he closed the door behind him and shuffled into the kitchen to look through the drawers. But the blood was beginning to drip in his eyes and blind him, so his natural instinct was to ask Jaejoong to find a band-aid for him.
And as he trudged down the hallway and stood at Jaejoong's door, with one hand on the doorknob, pushing it open, it didn't hit him through all the disappointment and rocks in his own life that he had just left Jaejoong in a horrible mess before he'd gone to court Junsu. This was hardly a time to make Jaejoong fetch him a band-aid after that confrontation with Changmin and Yunho. Jaejoong would probably need a couple band-aids himself.
But it was too late. The door had already swung open. It was quiet and dark and Yoochun had to wait a moment before his eyes adjusted to the change in light. But Yoochun distinctly heard the sound of heavy, steady breathing.
And smelled the distinct scent of cum. And the smell was thick.
Squinting through the darkness, Yoochun wished he could take your average pencil eraser and scrape a hole into his mind because that would be a disturbing mental image to stick with him for a mighty long time.
Three bodies of tangled limbs and tousled hair lay in a heap on Jaejoong's bed, sweaty, naked and thoroughly fucked.
Yoochun quickly, quietly shut the door. Stiffly, he headed to the bathroom. He was happy for him, he really was. In fact, he wanted to congratulate Jaejoong on his new, fucked up relationship with two now somehow completely consensual men but that would have to wait a long, long time. Because that image of his best friend had scarred Yoochun for life.
After shuffling around and finally emerging with a brand new Little Mermaid band-aid on his forehead-damn you, Jaejoong-he made his way toward his own bedroom. If he went back to Junsu's house with a CD player, the noise would definitely get his attention and Yoochun wouldn't have to stone himself to death.
He stopped in his tracks. He wiggled his toes on the floor. They were wet. Yoochun's heart stopped. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Jaejoong, Yunho and Changmin hadn't come out of the bedroom after fucking, had they? Had they fucked in the hallway? Yoochun wasn't standing in someone else's love stains, was he? He'd have to cut off his toes if this was Jaejoong's cum.
Warily, he peeked down to his foot but was relieved to find he was stepping in a small water puddle in the middle of the hallway. Or was that his own blood? No, that was definitely just water. In fact, there seemed to be a continuing trail of water droplets. Maybe even wet footprints. He must have been too distracted by the blood in his face to notice it before.
Yoochun followed the trail to the front door which had been mysteriously left open earlier. They traveled past the living room and kitchen, past his toes and continued all the way to the end of the hallway. And stopped in front of Yoochun's bedroom.
Yoochun had an idea exactly who Jaejoong would have to blame for giving him one more thing to clean up in this house. That is, if he wasn't too exhausted in the morning from banging two men to worry about house cleaning.
Yoochun practically sprinted to his bedroom door, heart thudding heavily in his chest.
Yoochun burst into his room, turned on the light and didn't know whether to be shocked or elated or foaming-at-the-mouth-woof-woof horny.
Junsu stood in the middle of his room, dripping, soaking wet and blinking blearily against the light in nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips and Yoochun's remaining favorite shoe in one hand.
The fog in Junsu's eyes soon cleared as his face began to take on a sense of realization of where he was. And what he was wearing. And the item that did not belong to him in his hand.
With a sharp gasp, Junsu let the shoe fall from his hand. Hands shaking, he covered his mouth in horror, but the words wouldn't come out. He just stared at the other like Yoochun was going to come at him with a steak knife.
"I-I'm....I'm...I'm sorry." Junsu choked, backing away from Yoochun. "I don't know...I...I didn't mean...I don't know how....I......."
Yoochun merely stared back, dumbfounded. Stunned. Rendered completely senseless with disbelief.
There was a beautiful, near naked man in his bedroom for the first time in months. He must be hallucinating. He was definitely hallucinating that angel chorus in the background.
The sound of Junsu crumpling to the floor snapped Yoochun out of it. He watched as the other covered his face with his hands, eyes wide as quiet tears streamed down his cheeks. His bare shoulders shuddered slightly. Yoochun wondered for a moment how many times Junsu had to act out this scene with so many men in the past who just weren't worthy.
Yoochun joined Junsu on the floor and took him into his arms. Junsu struggled against him for a moment, trying to hide his face from Yoochun. With one final forceful tug, Yoochun pulled the wet man into his chest and held him there next to his heart. Til he was sure Junsu could feel the way he made his heart skip.
As Junsu's sobs began to subside with uncertainty, Yoochun spoke into his ear, "It's okay, Junsu. I know."
Slowly, Junsu pulled back, eyes wide, the dark lines etched out in his irises stood out against the chocolate of his eyes. "You know...?" His voice waved as he watched Yoochun's face carefully. "How? I-"
Yoochun just smiled and the gears turned in Junsu's head. "Changmin?"
Yoochun nodded. "Yep. Right before fucking Jaejoong and Yunho." He went light-headed for a moment. Focus, Yoochun.
Junsu stared at him blankly, eyes wide and innocent and cocked his head to the side like a curious chipmunk. "Who's Yunho?"
Yoochun took his face into his hands and simply laughed while Junsu just sat there, confused. WIthout warning, Yoochun leaned in and tasted him for the first time. Junsu tasted as sweet as his laugh.
Gradually, the tension in Junsu's shoulders began to melt away and his hands found a tentative place around Yoochun's neck. Like he was only just beginning to understand. That Yoochun was here to stay. But if he made a sudden move, he'd disappear like a dream.
Yoochun would make him realize how much he meant to him. The tip of his tongue traced a line between Junsu's lips, parting them. A little sound came from Junsu's mouth, almost in weak protest. But Yoochun dove in before Junsu could catch his breath.
Clinging to each other like two lovers lost in the rain, Yoochun explored Junsu's mouth like he'd tasted some addicting elixir. But he could still feel the tension in Junsu's shoulders, the hesitation in his kiss. Yoochun pulled back, hands holding Junsu's face only a breath away.
"Junsu."
He didn't know what he meant. He meant everything. He was asking for a chance. Another taste, a final request for permission to make promises he'd bind himself to keep.
Whatever he meant, after a moment, it seemed Junsu understood. Eyes fluttering closed, Junsu's hands slid down Yoochun's chest and comfortably around his waist.
He opened up and let Yoochun in.
Junsu softened in Yoochun's hands, his tongue warm and pliable in Yoochun's mouth, his own mouth hungry for everything Yoochun could give him as his fingers tugged at Yoochun's shirt.
As Yoochun sucked the tip of Junsu's tongue, they pulled back, foreheads pressed together, breath quickened.
Junsu giggled airily, as if tipsy. "I like you, too."
It took Yoochun a moment to understand but soon, a big smile spread across his face. "I'll say it back to you again....if you return my notebook."
Junsu looked confused. Then it seemed to dawn on him. "Oh!" He laughed sheepishly. "I must have... Didn't I?"
They laughed together and Junsu gathered himself to his feet, adjusting the flimsy cloth around his waist. "Um, I can give it back. I..." He blushed deeply, ducking his head. "I think I might've visited some of the other neighbors, too. I would've returned them if I knew who anything belonged to. There's a stash in the bushes on the side of the house where I'm apparently collecting things. No one around here seems to believe in closing their windows. Anyway, I'll go get it now."
As he turned to walk out, Yoochun lunged and grabbed his arm firmly. "No."
Junsu looked startled. "Why?"
Yoochun pulled him closer, voice dipping low. "Because there is a wet, sexy, half naked man in my bedroom and I want him. Now."
Junsu appeared taken aback for a second but the furrow in his brow soon melted and formed a shy curve of his lips. "Then I guess you'll have to get your stuff later."
"Much later." Yoochun growled.
He yanked Junsu toward him almost more rough than he'd intended but with the way Junsu kissed him back, eager and hot, Yoochun nearly lost his senses.
The water and beading sweat from Junsu's wet, bare chest began to stick to Yoochun's shirt as their hands tangled in hair and Yoochun moaned into Junsu's mouth, breaking away suddenly with a loud smack.
"On the bed." He ordered, rough like gravel.
Hands pulling Yoochun toward him, Junsu did as he was told, stepping back til he fell back on the bed. But to his disappointment, Yoochun remained standing at the edge of the bed.
Yoochun licked his lips. "Roll over. On your stomach."
Junsu pouted, looking positively fuckable thrown back against Yoochun's unmade bed sheets. "But I want to see you," he protested quietly.
"You will. Just roll over." Yoochun wanted to do something he'd wanted to do since he first met Junsu.
The other did as he was told and rolled on his stomach and awaited Yoochun's next move, nervously peaking over his shoulder every now and then.
Yoochun took a deep breath to keep his hands from shaking stupidly. He kneeled on the edge of the bed and ran a hand down Junsu's glistening back from the back of his neck to the small white towel wrapped around his waist.
He reached around both sides of Junsu's waist, feeling the cloth around his lower belly til he found where the fabric had been secured. Yoochun swallowed. He pulled.
As the towel fell to the floor forgotten, the blood in Yoochun's head drained elsewhere and he nearly keeled over.
It was as bright and firm as the first time Yoochun had laid eyes on this masterpiece. Perfectly round and juicy with just enough muscle from playing soccer to make a dime bounce on it and enough soft, plushy skin to make one hell of a pillow.
Junsu's ass. Cue the angel chorus.
Drooling a little, Yoochun rubbed his hands together, warming them up. He was finally gonna do it.
He rose a hand up high in the air, nearly releasing a tear of joy from Yoochun's eye as he brought his hand down in one swift motion and smacked the absolute shit out of that ass.
Yoochun didn't know if the squeal that followed was his or Junsu's (Probably Junsu) but he felt like he could finally die in peace now.
He pounced on the bed and turned Junsu over on his back and kissed him long and hard, pressing Junsu's naked body against his fully clothed one.
He began to leave fervent kisses down Junsu's jaw, his neck, traveling down his damp stomach. Eventually, he felt Junsu's toned abs under his lips spasm until a sudden burst of laughter escaped Junsu's mouth.
"It tickles."
Yoochun looked up to see Junsu looking back, cheeks flushed with the giggles and perhaps a bit embarrassed, a seductive combination.
He left a trail of kisses traveling back up Junsu's abdomen, eliciting another round of giggles til he settled on the pulse in Junsu's neck. "Does it tickle here?"
Junsu bit his lip. "No. It feels good."
Yoochun vowed to himself that he'd mark this man as his before he left. He nibbled and licked and sucked at that spot on Junsu's neck, grinding his stifled bulge against Junsu's entirely erect member til Junsu was a writhing mess.
"Too many clothes." Junsu mumbled, tugging at Yoochun's belt.
Damn, he's right. Yoochun figured he'd give one of Junsu's nipples a satisfactory tweak before-
"OW!"
Junsu's face turned red. His left nipple turned redder.
Creative foreplay was now over. He should probably stick to the basics.
Determined to move on without inflicting anymore injuries, Yoochun fumbled around with his belt, undoing it and pulling it through the loops. He felt a warm hand on his own.
"Let me do it." Junsu's voice shook. His cheeks were still tinged pink.
Yoochun sat back on his haunches while Junsu sat up beneath him and slowly pulled Yoochun's belt through its loops. Once he let the belt fall to the floor, he began to unbutton Yoochun's shirt with hesitant fingers.
Their eyes met briefly before Junsu quickly looked away. Yoochun gently took him by his chin and forced him to look at him. His eyes were wide, darting between Yoochun's and his mouth quivered apart, pink and slick with spit. He let out a warm exhale that ghosted Yoochun's bare chest as Junsu pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor.
God, he was beautiful.
As soon as his careful hands had Yoochun's pants and boxers off, he was straddling Yoochun's lap while Yoochun just sat there helplessly. He lightly kissed Yoochun's chest with a bit more confidence and flashed him with the tiniest smile. Junsu's fingertips grazed Yoochun's face from his chin up passed his nose and eyes and to his forehead. He fingered the Little Mermaid band-aid and breathed a laugh.
"It's cute." Junsu smiled, biting his lip.
Yoochun smiled back feebly. I would literally bleed for you, Junsu.
Gently, Junsu pushed Yoochun til he was on his back and Junsu was hovering over him, lips bruised, mostly because he was gnawing on them incessantly. And then those lips were surrounding Yoochun's cock, tugging and pulling and sucking, up and down, around a little, then up and down again. God, did it feel good. His mouth was the perfect size and so, so hot.
Yoochun didn't trust himself to look. Maybe later when it hadn't been several cold, lonely, sexless months since his last orgasm not courtesy of his own hand. But that didn't stop his mind from imagining it.
Junsu's cheeks tinted pink, lips, too, stretched wide around Yoochun's cock. He imagined Junsu's face watching him with smoldering eyes that said they'd eat Yoochun up one bite at a time. But in reality, Junsu was probably too shy to actually look him in the eye, so he'd more likely have his eyes closed too. Or he'd just bashfully stare down at Yoochun's cock, an image that still managed to turn Yoochun on.
Either way, Junsu was sucking his cock right now and it was heaven.
"Um...Yooch- You're.... Ooooow..."
Yoochun looked down at a very uncomfortable looking Junsu.
"Can you...?" Junsu grabbed Yoochun's hand which had somehow ended up tangled deep in the root of Junsu's hair (When had that gotten there?). "Please, not so tight..."
"Oh...oh!" Yoochun released his death grip on Junsu's scalp. "Sorry."
It was this moment that Yoochun felt he and Junsu would get along just fine. Because they must have had the same simple, heart-felt thought: Let's get this over with.
Yoochun sat up with Junsu straddling his lap, a mangled, half-used tube tossed off to the side and both took a deep breath. Yoochun left little kisses up and down his neck til the fingernails Junsu had buried into his back loosened bit by bit. By the time Junsu was fully seated in Yoochun's lap, both of them had forgotten how to breathe.
God, he was tight. Yoochun was having a hard time choosing between imagining kicked puppies and grannies for his stamina's sake or just throwing this man on the floor and hammering his way to heaven. And the way Junsu was whimpering in his ear was not helping things.
Then Yoochun sucked in a breath, brow wrinkled in an odd mixture of lust and concern. "You okay?"
Junsu shifted a bit, causing his fingers to dig into Yoochun's shoulders again for only a moment til they relaxed again, his breath tickling Yoochun's neck irregularly. Yoochun wasn't quite sure what to make of this.
Had Junsu had enough? Or did he just need a moment to adjust? It had been a while since Yoochun had had anyone in his bed and it was clearly the same for Junsu. He certainly didn't want to think he'd pressured Junsu to go too far too soon. He had been a bit forceful earlier. Dammit, Yoochun.
When Junsu's hips shifted forward again, Yoochun felt his spine go ridged as he unburied his face from Yoochun's neck long enough for Yoochun to see the pink flush in his cheeks, out of breath and mewling in what he still couldn't decipher as a good sign or a stop sign.
"Yoochun..." Junsu said between gasps, barely audible and high pitched. "I'm so turned on. I can't...I can't..."
And Yoochun lost all notion of sanity.
Licking a spot on his jawline and nibbling there, he brushed his hand down Junsu's shaft poking against his stomach, reveling in the feel of the man on top of him shivering with a pleased moan.
It was slow and soft. Like for a few moments, they had melted into one another. Kisses wherever skin touched first, hips languidly rocking back and forth, Yoochun's hand around Junsu's member, Junsu's hand around Yoochun's hand, swallowing each other's breath, drinking in the other's sigh.
It was too much. Yoochun's skin was tingling. His head was pounding. He needed more. Now.
Just as he made to fling Junsu on his back and drive them both home, a grunt and a flash of white.
"Oops."
They both looked at each other. Yoochun already spent inside of Junsu and Junsu's own mess decorating Yoochun's chest.
Yoochun blinked. Junsu's bottom lip quivered. Til a snort escaped and a hand flew to his mouth, face already red.
But it was already too late. He dissolved into a fit of giggles til Yoochun had little choice but to join in.
It may have only been five minutes but it was the first of many great moments they would share. Hopefully those moments would last a little longer in the future.
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Yoochun would've liked to say he woke up early the next morning to his sweet face and just stared at it, giving him secret kisses til Junsu woke up. Then they'd talk, silly, stupid things they normally wouldn't say without the fog of sleep and the romance hanging in the air. And maybe they'd have a couple more rounds at each other, long and passionate or maybe hard and a little rough if Junsu didn't mind. A nice way to start the day.
Instead, Yoochun got Jaejoong's bed head.
"Chunnie." Jaejoong yawned wide and loud, scratching his ass at the door. A pleasant sight. "You woke us up last night. Let me remind you and your hand to keep it down. I love you and everything but listening to my best friend moaning like a girl puts me at risk for nightmares."
Junsu rolled over and emerged from under the blankets, wiping drool from his mouth. He blinked at Jaejoong who blinked back and Yoochun just blinked at both of them.
With an unidentifiable squeak, Junsu retreated under the sheets, clinging to Yoochun's side.
"So, ah..." Jaejoong cleared his throat pointedly, a stupid grin plastered all over his face. "Will you and your, um, hand be eating breakfast?"
Yoochun smiled back with a slight roll of his eyes. "Sounds good."
Just as Jaejoong started to leave, snickering as he made to close the door behind him, Yoochun stopped him. "Hey, Jae?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't let Changmin and Yunho eat all the toast." Yoochun grinned.
Jaejoong didn't respond before he left but that was the first time Yoochun had seen his face get so red.
Yoochun peeked under the blankets. "You can come out now."
"No." Was his muffled answer.
It took a while but after some tickling and rolling around, Yoochun finally had Junsu trapped in his arms, cheeks red as usual, bangs defying gravity and a huge smile that matched the morning rays seeping through the window curtains.
"Can I ask you something?" Junsu traced patterns on Yoochun's bare arms.
"Anything." Yoochun mumbled, stupidly unable to stop smiling.
"You know that book I, um, borrowed?" He nibbled on his lip, a habit Yoochun had already gotten used to. "Can I hear what you wrote some time?"
Yoochun thought for a moment. "How about I show you some new stuff I've got in my head. Right now."
With that, he tossed the sheets off himself and stumbled for his keyboard bare ass naked while Junsu laughed into the pillow.
That man had stolen Yoochun's music, his shoes, his sunglasses and maybe some other stuff neither of them were even aware of. But between tinkling notes about clumsy love and forever blushing cheeks, it was clear they had given each other so much more.
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Hello~ *waves*
I know...I disappeared last chapter and left you guys with the worst cliffhanger EVAH. D8 But...it's finished now! Yay happy ending~ *passes out apology!cookies*
Brain-storming some more ficcies for the future~
Free Counter
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no one. Not even Junsu. T.T
Pairing: Yoosu ::::: Yunjae, mystery pairing...
Length: [6/6]
Genre: Romantic smut comedy
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex, language, duckbutt
Summary: Yoochun, the love-starved, writer's blocked songwriter is one day (forcibly) introduced to the new neighbors. However, his first impression of someone's bare, wet ass isn't quite what he expected. And while his roommate stirs up more trouble than he can handle, Yoochun discovers secrets about his neighbors that inspire him more than he would've ever imagined.
Soggy Wifebeaters
Reindeer Sex
Yoochun Had a Little Lamb
Puff Daddy
Jaejoong's Pants
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Oops
Yoochun had gotten desperate. He was tired of losing.
The day after the burglary, he'd used most of daylight knocking on the neighbor's front door til his knuckles went numb on both hands and he had to use his foot. He figured Changmin was probably at work, otherwise he would've answered the door and crushed Yoochun like a grape for harassment.
But Junsu had been home. And seeing those bright eyes peek through the blinds once and immediately disappear had hurt more than the blistered skin on Yoochun's knuckles.
But the next day, he had taken to stalking their house by phone.
"Hey, you've reached Changmin and Jun-"
Yoochun snapped his cell shut and called again. After he'd memorized the house number from Jaejoong's cell contacts list, he'd put it in his own phone and used it well. He couldn't take it anymore. He'd give anything just to hear Junsu's voice.
It didn't even matter whether or not he explained why that day at the supermarket had ended so badly. If the only thing Junsu said was, "Yes" after Yoochun asked him on another date, that would get Yoochun through the day.
Oh sure, he had caught Junsu naked. And yes, he'd kicked him in the shin at Jaejoong's dinner. And okay, Yoochun had groped Junsu on that same evening. All of those were all accidents. Accidents a small, delinquent part of Yoochun had somewhat enjoyed but accidents, nonetheless.
Despite the initial awkwardness, they'd had such a good time grocery shopping together, no matter how strange and unmanly that sounded. He couldn't fight the feeling that Junsu was perfect in all his imperfections and he refused to just let him go.
Not to mention, Junsu hadn't seemed all that miffed when Yoochun had also (accidentally) been forced into Junsu's personal space, rubbing his potentially hard genitals all over the man.
Yoochun went over that thought again. And again. And again. His cock shuddered.
He was officially pathetic. And he smashed his head into a couch pillow and screamed.
There was a knock at the door and Jaejoong instantly emerged from the laundry room to answer it. He glanced at Yoochun with his head buried into a pillow. "If you're going to smother yourself, at least have the common courtesy to remove your corpse from my house."
He opened the door and let out a yelp as Yunho wrapped his arms around him practically before the door could swing all the way open and nibbled at his neck. Jaejoong giggled as Yunho lifted him off his feet and distractedly shut the door, leaving it open a crack.
Jaejoong wrapped his legs around Yunho's waist and allowed his boyfriend to carry him down the hallway toward his bedroom. He pried Yunho's lips off him long enough to warn Yoochun, "Don't wander to my side of the house for a few hours, kay, Chun?"
Yoochun nodded, listening to the dial tone for the seven million and third time. "Hey, Yunho."
"Hey, man." After licking Jaejoong's ear, Yunho looked up with a goofy grin. His eye caught the withering tent in Yoochun's pants. "Things are looking up, huh?"
Yoochun's jaw clenched but before he could throw something, the lovers made their exit.
As he snapped his cell shut and tried again, he had to swallow that acrid, unpleasant aftertaste in the back of his throat.
Jealousy.
Of course, he was happy for Jaejoong. Of course, he was thrilled that his best friend had always had such a healthy love life, despite its flaws and the unsuspecting people he'd entangled in it.
But still, Yoochun found himself wondering why he couldn't be allowed just a taste of that happiness. Or maybe he had been granted a taste. That day in the grocery store. And it was promptly swiped right out from under his nose.
"Hey, you've reached Changmin and-"
"Dammit, Junsu." Yoochun nearly crushed the phone shut between his fingers and flipped it open again to dial.
"So, it was you."
Yoochun nearly jumped clear out of his skin. A deep, menacing voice behind him. The front door left cracked open.
The burglar was back. Oh shit, oh shit.
In broad daylight. And he'd walked right through the front fucking door to finish raping Yoochun of the things he loved. And possibly his asshole.
Grabbing the broken remote control, Yoochun swiveled around with the device poised to kill.
"Woah!" Changmin jumped back, hands raised to protect his face. "It's just me!"
Yoochun exhaled so fast and so deeply, he nearly vomited at the same time. "You scared the shit out of me."
"You?" Changmin stared incredulously from the other side of the couch. "You were going to stab me to death with a cheap remote control."
Catching his breath, Yoochun tossed the weapon on the couch. "Sorry, man."
"No, I'm sorry." Changmin ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. "The door was open so I let myself in. I should've made more noise or something."
"Yeah, because whispering death threats in my ear isn't noisy enough."
Changmin snorted. "It wasn't a death threat."
"Just because I didn't know what the hell you were talking about didn't make me any less afraid for my life."
"Okay, okay. Just so we're clear, I was talking about your calls."
Yoochun frowned. "My what?"
Changmin pointed at the cell phone in Yoochun's hand with a raised eyebrow. "You've been harassing us via cell phone for the past twenty four hours. And Junsu tells me you actually came over yesterday and chipped the paint off my door from knocking so damn much."
Yoochun's jaw went slack. "Oh... I thought you were at work today."
"I'm off today. I was excited. Til I woke up realizing you'd somehow gotten our number. And was reminded of that fact all day. Junsu told me not to answer it but all I wanted to do was unhook the thing and throw it out a window."
Yoochun rubbed the back of his neck, feeling it heat up with a pink flush from embarrassment. And a hint of disappointment. Junsu had told him not to answer the phone? "I'm so sorry. I was....Junsu-"
Changmin held up his hand to silence him with a smile. "Yeah, I know. I just didn't know it was you."
Yoochun stared at him. "So you mean-Did Junsu talk about me?"
Changmin smiled crookedly. "Junsu tells me everything. Yet he absolutely refuses to tell me the name of the man he had so much fun with in the supermarket. You, mystery man, are quite interesting."
Slowly, Yoochun's lips curved into a smile. "So, he had fun?"
Changmin nodded. "He wants to forget you," he deadpanned.
"What? Why?" Yoochun sputtered. "But we-"
"He made me take him out drinking a couple nights ago. He never drinks."
Yoochun buried his head in his hands. So all this time Junsu had been trying to get rid of him? To purge him from his memory?
"So, try to imagine the hell you put him through when you come banging on the front door the day of the worst hangover of his life." Changmin grinned. "But thankfully because of you, Junsu may never drink again."
Yoochun let out a long, inward groan.
Changmin leaned over the back of the couch. "So, tell me, Yoochun. How do you two do it?"
The other stared blankly. "Who? Do what?"
The younger eyed Yoochun carefully. "We haven't been here for very long. There's gotta be a secret. Cause there's just something about you and Jaejoong that makes a guy fall in love with you two so hard it makes us stupid." And he broke out into a goofy smile. And if Yoochun hadn't been so confused, he might've found it adorable the way his cheeks tinged pink.
But Yoochun was still trying to wrap his mind around this whole conversation. "W-wait. Love?" His heart raced; much faster than his slowpoke mind. "But you said Junsu wanted to forget-"
"Maybe love is a strong word." Changmin said seriously. "But it's something. I know my friend, Yoochun. And he's scared. Like I was when you raised that cheap remote control at me..."
Yoochun collapsed into the couch cushions, dumbfounded. Junsu was falling in love. Junsu was in pain. Junsu could possibly be wallowing around in sorrow with a gigantic bowl of dolphin marshmallow cereal because Yoochun had never gotten around to buying that cookies and cream ice cream for him so he could drown his despair in it. Maybe he and Yoochun were every bit as similar as he'd dreamed they were.
With renewed energy, Yoochun stood up from the couch. "I've got to talk to him." He charged around the couch to reach for the door but Changmin stepped into his path. Yoochun realized just how much taller his junior was.
"Hold on, Superman." Changmin looked down at him, crossing his arms. "First, we have to lay down some rules."
A flash of anger rose in Yoochun's chest as he glared back firmly. "I didn't say a damn thing when you were giving Jaejoong a handjob at that dinner. You think you can keep me from-"
"Jaejoong's older. He's his own man and he can make his own decisions." Changmin glowered. "Junsu's my best friend and he's a little more complicated than you think."
Yoochun could make up for his lack of height or strength with his determination and sheer will. Plus he was getting real tired of this guy cutting him off every time he tried to speak. "Jaejoong is my best friend. And if I give the word, he'll drop you like a pair of dirty socks at the laundromat."
"Well, right now Junsu doesn't trust himself enough to make his own decisions. So, I guess you're left with me." The taller man smiled nastily. "And there are some things you should know about Junsu before I let you near him."
"I can talk to him without your fucking permission." Yoochun growled, shoving Changmin a little. The taller man seemed none too pleased about it. "And anything I learn about Junsu, I'll learn from Junsu himself."
"Listen, jackass-"
"Like how much he loves soccer." Yoochun spat. "And the rain. And his twin brother. And you for god knows why. And how he wrinkles his nose when he's irritated. And how he can't keep his damn hands away from his bangs when he's gorgeous no matter which way they flip."
Yoochun found the menacing space between his face and Changmin's growing smaller and smaller. Until eventually it seemed like someone's fist would have to break the gap pretty soon. And on most days, Yoochun was a lover, not a fighter. But he kept his ground because he'd be damned before he let a good, overprotective friend stand between him and another chance with a man who smiled like an angel.
Changmin broke the silence between glaring and practically rubbing noses with Yoochun. "You learned all that in one afternoon at the grocery store?"
Yoochun glared a moment longer, buying time to find the most threatening counterattack he could think of. "Y-yeah. Why?"
The corner of Changmin's mouth twitched. "So, you really like him?"
"Yeah."
"No matter what?"
"Yeah! What more do you want from me?" Yoochun really hoped he wasn't flailing because at this point, the frustration had built to a point where he didn't know what his extremities were doing anymore.
Changmin sized him up for a moment and paused to think. "I'll make you a deal. I'll step out of your way and we'll never have this conversation again. If you listen to what I've got to say first."
Yoochun snarled, "I said I don't need your fucking-"
"Dammit, just hear me out for a second." Changmin snapped, eyes narrowing. "This is important."
Yoochun tilted his chin up as if to say, Piss me off one more time, asshole. But really he was just too angry and slightly puzzled to articulate his frazzled thoughts into a valid language.
"But once I tell you this information, you can't back out."
"Deal." Yoochun said easily.
"No. Backing. Out." Changmin's eyes bore holes into Yoochun's retinas. "Junsu's been hurt one too many times for being different and I'm not gonna let him get hurt again." His eyes darkened dangerously. "Because I don't care what Jaejoong says-I will fuck you the hell up."
"Deal." Yoochun pronounced it slowly as if Changmin were having a hard time understanding.
Changmin scowled for a moment before taking another deep breath. "Junsu is...special."
Yoochun snorted. "Of course he is!" Obviously.
For a brief moment, Changmin's face twisted between something like immense irritation and amusement. "Su has a condition. It's not too serious but it does interfere with his daily life."
Changmin paused to take another breath as if this were unloading a huge weight off his chest. "It's why it's so hard for him to get a lasting job. He only had his previous job because a friend of ours was nice enough to hire him. But the business went bankrupt and we figured we needed a fresh start, anyway. So we moved here. But I mean, you can imagine what this whole thing has done to Su's self-esteem."
Actually, no Yoochun couldn't. Because now he was confused beyond repair. What was Changmin trying to get at?
"If I let you have Junsu, you can't just be his boyfriend," Changmin continued. "You have to take care of him like I would. It worries me sick when he disappears like he did at the bar. I turned my back on him for just a second to talk to Jaejoong and-"
"Wait, wait, back up." Yoochun interrupted, alarm steadily rising. "Junsu disappeared?"
"Yeah, but he always comes back. It's still pretty scary sometimes."
Yoochun's eyebrows disappeared into his bangs. "Always?"
Changmin ran a hand through his hair, gnawing on his bottom lip. "Um, okay let me ask you this. Has anything gone missing in the past few days? Anything at all?"
"Well, yeah, but, we, I, you, my notebook and...sunglasses and, and the shoe-what the fuck are you trying to tell me?!" Yoochun sputtered.
Changmin stared at him like he was stupid and shook his head. "Junsu is a kleptomaniac."
Yoochun was silent for a moment. "What?"
The other eyed him cautiously, as if waiting for Yoochun to make a wrong move. "Kleptomania. This is why it's so hard for him to keep a job because he always ends up stealing something. Sometimes something belonging to a customer. It's a mental disorder similar to obsessive compulsive disorder where the person has random, uncontrollable urges to steal things, usually of trivial value. Often times, they aren't even aware that they've committed the theft. Also-"
"I get it! I know what kleptomania is!" Yoochun grabbed his hair from the roots and thought back. The random items in the house that had disappeared after Changmin and Junsu had moved in. Junsu ending up in Yoochun's room and confused on Jaejoong's dinner date right before Jaejoong realized Yoochun's sunglasses were missing. The juice at the grocery store. The burglar. The open window in Yoochun's room...
"Ah, damn." Yoochun guessed he was asking for it with that open window.
Changmin frowned. "Remember the deal. If you back out, I'm wringing your neck til your head pops. And I'll enjoy it."
Yoochun blinked at him as if he had just entered the room. "What? Oh. No, no. Just... Wow. It just...makes sense now."
Changmin eyed him up and down as if trying to decide whether to get it over with and just lodge his fist down Yoochun's throat. "I'll let it sink in for a while. Where's Jaejoong?"
Yoochun waved him off distractedly. "Down the hall."
As Changmin exited, Yoochun lost himself in his thoughts. Of the reason why Junsu was always so skittish and wary of letting Yoochun into his life. And where his notebook had disappeared to. The pieces finally fit together.
And all the while he was thinking, he'd totally forgotten that Jaejoong was currently in his room with Yunho and probably well past foreplay.
"Oops." Helplessly at this point, he listened down the hallway and heard Changmin open the door to Jaejoong's bedroom, releasing a symphony of bed springs and grunts and, "Oh god, right there, Yunho."
After a moment of horror and realization on Jaejoong's part and confusion on Yunho's, the sounds quickly trickled off into complete silence. Yoochun bit his lip. Sorry, Jae.
He heard the door shut. But no one came retreating down the hallway. He imagined the three of them would have an interesting little chat.
Yoochun stepped out of the house. Jaejoong had a lot of cleaning up to do.
The last thing he heard coming from Jaejoong's room before Yoochun left the house was a raised voice, "How could you?!"
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Yoochun found himself in the neighbor's yard, looking up at it, willing it to let him in. After he'd banged on the front door for a good fifteen minutes or so, he'd decided to give his hands a break and find some other way to get Junsu to listen.
He circled the house many times, checking windows on the bottom floor for any hope of entrance. But no such luck. He finally caught sight of a window around the back side of the house on the second floor with a cage in front of it and a white bunny inside. He'd found Junsu's room.
The light was off so Yoochun figured he must be asleep. And he must be a sound sleeper if he was able to snooze through all Yoochun's racket at the door. Or maybe he was still ignoring him...
Yoochun smiled. Well, he'd just have to bring out his super romantic side. Show Junsu how much he cares and maybe he'll get intrigued. He'd throw pebbles at Junsu's window and the younger man would peak outside his window and there Yoochun would be, down on his knee and imploring for another chance.
He'd serenade his love with the song from his notebook that he suspected Junsu had stolen. And then Junsu, overwhelmed with the love he'd been stifling, would flee down the stairs and throw himself at Yoochun with lovely tears in his eyes.
And Yoochun would tell him it didn't matter that Junsu is a kleptomaniac. Because he'd stolen Yoochun's heart and he wasn't asking for it back. The notebook on the other hand...
Yoochun nodded to himself and set his plan in motion. He found a patch of gravel and grabbed a handful. He tossed them up at Junsu's window with a triumphant grin.
Til the window cracked against the tirade of tiny stones and gravity would have it that they torpedo back to the ground, sending Yoochun running. One clipped him in the forehead.
Once Yoochun realized he was bleeding and Junsu still wasn't answering after all his high-pitched screaming, Yoochun figured he'd go back home and think of a plan B while he nursed his wounds.
On Yoochun's pitiful trek back home, he noticed the front door of his house had been thrown wide open. Had he left it open?
Regardless, he closed the door behind him and shuffled into the kitchen to look through the drawers. But the blood was beginning to drip in his eyes and blind him, so his natural instinct was to ask Jaejoong to find a band-aid for him.
And as he trudged down the hallway and stood at Jaejoong's door, with one hand on the doorknob, pushing it open, it didn't hit him through all the disappointment and rocks in his own life that he had just left Jaejoong in a horrible mess before he'd gone to court Junsu. This was hardly a time to make Jaejoong fetch him a band-aid after that confrontation with Changmin and Yunho. Jaejoong would probably need a couple band-aids himself.
But it was too late. The door had already swung open. It was quiet and dark and Yoochun had to wait a moment before his eyes adjusted to the change in light. But Yoochun distinctly heard the sound of heavy, steady breathing.
And smelled the distinct scent of cum. And the smell was thick.
Squinting through the darkness, Yoochun wished he could take your average pencil eraser and scrape a hole into his mind because that would be a disturbing mental image to stick with him for a mighty long time.
Three bodies of tangled limbs and tousled hair lay in a heap on Jaejoong's bed, sweaty, naked and thoroughly fucked.
Yoochun quickly, quietly shut the door. Stiffly, he headed to the bathroom. He was happy for him, he really was. In fact, he wanted to congratulate Jaejoong on his new, fucked up relationship with two now somehow completely consensual men but that would have to wait a long, long time. Because that image of his best friend had scarred Yoochun for life.
After shuffling around and finally emerging with a brand new Little Mermaid band-aid on his forehead-damn you, Jaejoong-he made his way toward his own bedroom. If he went back to Junsu's house with a CD player, the noise would definitely get his attention and Yoochun wouldn't have to stone himself to death.
He stopped in his tracks. He wiggled his toes on the floor. They were wet. Yoochun's heart stopped. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Jaejoong, Yunho and Changmin hadn't come out of the bedroom after fucking, had they? Had they fucked in the hallway? Yoochun wasn't standing in someone else's love stains, was he? He'd have to cut off his toes if this was Jaejoong's cum.
Warily, he peeked down to his foot but was relieved to find he was stepping in a small water puddle in the middle of the hallway. Or was that his own blood? No, that was definitely just water. In fact, there seemed to be a continuing trail of water droplets. Maybe even wet footprints. He must have been too distracted by the blood in his face to notice it before.
Yoochun followed the trail to the front door which had been mysteriously left open earlier. They traveled past the living room and kitchen, past his toes and continued all the way to the end of the hallway. And stopped in front of Yoochun's bedroom.
Yoochun had an idea exactly who Jaejoong would have to blame for giving him one more thing to clean up in this house. That is, if he wasn't too exhausted in the morning from banging two men to worry about house cleaning.
Yoochun practically sprinted to his bedroom door, heart thudding heavily in his chest.
Yoochun burst into his room, turned on the light and didn't know whether to be shocked or elated or foaming-at-the-mouth-woof-woof horny.
Junsu stood in the middle of his room, dripping, soaking wet and blinking blearily against the light in nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips and Yoochun's remaining favorite shoe in one hand.
The fog in Junsu's eyes soon cleared as his face began to take on a sense of realization of where he was. And what he was wearing. And the item that did not belong to him in his hand.
With a sharp gasp, Junsu let the shoe fall from his hand. Hands shaking, he covered his mouth in horror, but the words wouldn't come out. He just stared at the other like Yoochun was going to come at him with a steak knife.
"I-I'm....I'm...I'm sorry." Junsu choked, backing away from Yoochun. "I don't know...I...I didn't mean...I don't know how....I......."
Yoochun merely stared back, dumbfounded. Stunned. Rendered completely senseless with disbelief.
There was a beautiful, near naked man in his bedroom for the first time in months. He must be hallucinating. He was definitely hallucinating that angel chorus in the background.
The sound of Junsu crumpling to the floor snapped Yoochun out of it. He watched as the other covered his face with his hands, eyes wide as quiet tears streamed down his cheeks. His bare shoulders shuddered slightly. Yoochun wondered for a moment how many times Junsu had to act out this scene with so many men in the past who just weren't worthy.
Yoochun joined Junsu on the floor and took him into his arms. Junsu struggled against him for a moment, trying to hide his face from Yoochun. With one final forceful tug, Yoochun pulled the wet man into his chest and held him there next to his heart. Til he was sure Junsu could feel the way he made his heart skip.
As Junsu's sobs began to subside with uncertainty, Yoochun spoke into his ear, "It's okay, Junsu. I know."
Slowly, Junsu pulled back, eyes wide, the dark lines etched out in his irises stood out against the chocolate of his eyes. "You know...?" His voice waved as he watched Yoochun's face carefully. "How? I-"
Yoochun just smiled and the gears turned in Junsu's head. "Changmin?"
Yoochun nodded. "Yep. Right before fucking Jaejoong and Yunho." He went light-headed for a moment. Focus, Yoochun.
Junsu stared at him blankly, eyes wide and innocent and cocked his head to the side like a curious chipmunk. "Who's Yunho?"
Yoochun took his face into his hands and simply laughed while Junsu just sat there, confused. WIthout warning, Yoochun leaned in and tasted him for the first time. Junsu tasted as sweet as his laugh.
Gradually, the tension in Junsu's shoulders began to melt away and his hands found a tentative place around Yoochun's neck. Like he was only just beginning to understand. That Yoochun was here to stay. But if he made a sudden move, he'd disappear like a dream.
Yoochun would make him realize how much he meant to him. The tip of his tongue traced a line between Junsu's lips, parting them. A little sound came from Junsu's mouth, almost in weak protest. But Yoochun dove in before Junsu could catch his breath.
Clinging to each other like two lovers lost in the rain, Yoochun explored Junsu's mouth like he'd tasted some addicting elixir. But he could still feel the tension in Junsu's shoulders, the hesitation in his kiss. Yoochun pulled back, hands holding Junsu's face only a breath away.
"Junsu."
He didn't know what he meant. He meant everything. He was asking for a chance. Another taste, a final request for permission to make promises he'd bind himself to keep.
Whatever he meant, after a moment, it seemed Junsu understood. Eyes fluttering closed, Junsu's hands slid down Yoochun's chest and comfortably around his waist.
He opened up and let Yoochun in.
Junsu softened in Yoochun's hands, his tongue warm and pliable in Yoochun's mouth, his own mouth hungry for everything Yoochun could give him as his fingers tugged at Yoochun's shirt.
As Yoochun sucked the tip of Junsu's tongue, they pulled back, foreheads pressed together, breath quickened.
Junsu giggled airily, as if tipsy. "I like you, too."
It took Yoochun a moment to understand but soon, a big smile spread across his face. "I'll say it back to you again....if you return my notebook."
Junsu looked confused. Then it seemed to dawn on him. "Oh!" He laughed sheepishly. "I must have... Didn't I?"
They laughed together and Junsu gathered himself to his feet, adjusting the flimsy cloth around his waist. "Um, I can give it back. I..." He blushed deeply, ducking his head. "I think I might've visited some of the other neighbors, too. I would've returned them if I knew who anything belonged to. There's a stash in the bushes on the side of the house where I'm apparently collecting things. No one around here seems to believe in closing their windows. Anyway, I'll go get it now."
As he turned to walk out, Yoochun lunged and grabbed his arm firmly. "No."
Junsu looked startled. "Why?"
Yoochun pulled him closer, voice dipping low. "Because there is a wet, sexy, half naked man in my bedroom and I want him. Now."
Junsu appeared taken aback for a second but the furrow in his brow soon melted and formed a shy curve of his lips. "Then I guess you'll have to get your stuff later."
"Much later." Yoochun growled.
He yanked Junsu toward him almost more rough than he'd intended but with the way Junsu kissed him back, eager and hot, Yoochun nearly lost his senses.
The water and beading sweat from Junsu's wet, bare chest began to stick to Yoochun's shirt as their hands tangled in hair and Yoochun moaned into Junsu's mouth, breaking away suddenly with a loud smack.
"On the bed." He ordered, rough like gravel.
Hands pulling Yoochun toward him, Junsu did as he was told, stepping back til he fell back on the bed. But to his disappointment, Yoochun remained standing at the edge of the bed.
Yoochun licked his lips. "Roll over. On your stomach."
Junsu pouted, looking positively fuckable thrown back against Yoochun's unmade bed sheets. "But I want to see you," he protested quietly.
"You will. Just roll over." Yoochun wanted to do something he'd wanted to do since he first met Junsu.
The other did as he was told and rolled on his stomach and awaited Yoochun's next move, nervously peaking over his shoulder every now and then.
Yoochun took a deep breath to keep his hands from shaking stupidly. He kneeled on the edge of the bed and ran a hand down Junsu's glistening back from the back of his neck to the small white towel wrapped around his waist.
He reached around both sides of Junsu's waist, feeling the cloth around his lower belly til he found where the fabric had been secured. Yoochun swallowed. He pulled.
As the towel fell to the floor forgotten, the blood in Yoochun's head drained elsewhere and he nearly keeled over.
It was as bright and firm as the first time Yoochun had laid eyes on this masterpiece. Perfectly round and juicy with just enough muscle from playing soccer to make a dime bounce on it and enough soft, plushy skin to make one hell of a pillow.
Junsu's ass. Cue the angel chorus.
Drooling a little, Yoochun rubbed his hands together, warming them up. He was finally gonna do it.
He rose a hand up high in the air, nearly releasing a tear of joy from Yoochun's eye as he brought his hand down in one swift motion and smacked the absolute shit out of that ass.
Yoochun didn't know if the squeal that followed was his or Junsu's (Probably Junsu) but he felt like he could finally die in peace now.
He pounced on the bed and turned Junsu over on his back and kissed him long and hard, pressing Junsu's naked body against his fully clothed one.
He began to leave fervent kisses down Junsu's jaw, his neck, traveling down his damp stomach. Eventually, he felt Junsu's toned abs under his lips spasm until a sudden burst of laughter escaped Junsu's mouth.
"It tickles."
Yoochun looked up to see Junsu looking back, cheeks flushed with the giggles and perhaps a bit embarrassed, a seductive combination.
He left a trail of kisses traveling back up Junsu's abdomen, eliciting another round of giggles til he settled on the pulse in Junsu's neck. "Does it tickle here?"
Junsu bit his lip. "No. It feels good."
Yoochun vowed to himself that he'd mark this man as his before he left. He nibbled and licked and sucked at that spot on Junsu's neck, grinding his stifled bulge against Junsu's entirely erect member til Junsu was a writhing mess.
"Too many clothes." Junsu mumbled, tugging at Yoochun's belt.
Damn, he's right. Yoochun figured he'd give one of Junsu's nipples a satisfactory tweak before-
"OW!"
Junsu's face turned red. His left nipple turned redder.
Creative foreplay was now over. He should probably stick to the basics.
Determined to move on without inflicting anymore injuries, Yoochun fumbled around with his belt, undoing it and pulling it through the loops. He felt a warm hand on his own.
"Let me do it." Junsu's voice shook. His cheeks were still tinged pink.
Yoochun sat back on his haunches while Junsu sat up beneath him and slowly pulled Yoochun's belt through its loops. Once he let the belt fall to the floor, he began to unbutton Yoochun's shirt with hesitant fingers.
Their eyes met briefly before Junsu quickly looked away. Yoochun gently took him by his chin and forced him to look at him. His eyes were wide, darting between Yoochun's and his mouth quivered apart, pink and slick with spit. He let out a warm exhale that ghosted Yoochun's bare chest as Junsu pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor.
God, he was beautiful.
As soon as his careful hands had Yoochun's pants and boxers off, he was straddling Yoochun's lap while Yoochun just sat there helplessly. He lightly kissed Yoochun's chest with a bit more confidence and flashed him with the tiniest smile. Junsu's fingertips grazed Yoochun's face from his chin up passed his nose and eyes and to his forehead. He fingered the Little Mermaid band-aid and breathed a laugh.
"It's cute." Junsu smiled, biting his lip.
Yoochun smiled back feebly. I would literally bleed for you, Junsu.
Gently, Junsu pushed Yoochun til he was on his back and Junsu was hovering over him, lips bruised, mostly because he was gnawing on them incessantly. And then those lips were surrounding Yoochun's cock, tugging and pulling and sucking, up and down, around a little, then up and down again. God, did it feel good. His mouth was the perfect size and so, so hot.
Yoochun didn't trust himself to look. Maybe later when it hadn't been several cold, lonely, sexless months since his last orgasm not courtesy of his own hand. But that didn't stop his mind from imagining it.
Junsu's cheeks tinted pink, lips, too, stretched wide around Yoochun's cock. He imagined Junsu's face watching him with smoldering eyes that said they'd eat Yoochun up one bite at a time. But in reality, Junsu was probably too shy to actually look him in the eye, so he'd more likely have his eyes closed too. Or he'd just bashfully stare down at Yoochun's cock, an image that still managed to turn Yoochun on.
Either way, Junsu was sucking his cock right now and it was heaven.
"Um...Yooch- You're.... Ooooow..."
Yoochun looked down at a very uncomfortable looking Junsu.
"Can you...?" Junsu grabbed Yoochun's hand which had somehow ended up tangled deep in the root of Junsu's hair (When had that gotten there?). "Please, not so tight..."
"Oh...oh!" Yoochun released his death grip on Junsu's scalp. "Sorry."
It was this moment that Yoochun felt he and Junsu would get along just fine. Because they must have had the same simple, heart-felt thought: Let's get this over with.
Yoochun sat up with Junsu straddling his lap, a mangled, half-used tube tossed off to the side and both took a deep breath. Yoochun left little kisses up and down his neck til the fingernails Junsu had buried into his back loosened bit by bit. By the time Junsu was fully seated in Yoochun's lap, both of them had forgotten how to breathe.
God, he was tight. Yoochun was having a hard time choosing between imagining kicked puppies and grannies for his stamina's sake or just throwing this man on the floor and hammering his way to heaven. And the way Junsu was whimpering in his ear was not helping things.
Then Yoochun sucked in a breath, brow wrinkled in an odd mixture of lust and concern. "You okay?"
Junsu shifted a bit, causing his fingers to dig into Yoochun's shoulders again for only a moment til they relaxed again, his breath tickling Yoochun's neck irregularly. Yoochun wasn't quite sure what to make of this.
Had Junsu had enough? Or did he just need a moment to adjust? It had been a while since Yoochun had had anyone in his bed and it was clearly the same for Junsu. He certainly didn't want to think he'd pressured Junsu to go too far too soon. He had been a bit forceful earlier. Dammit, Yoochun.
When Junsu's hips shifted forward again, Yoochun felt his spine go ridged as he unburied his face from Yoochun's neck long enough for Yoochun to see the pink flush in his cheeks, out of breath and mewling in what he still couldn't decipher as a good sign or a stop sign.
"Yoochun..." Junsu said between gasps, barely audible and high pitched. "I'm so turned on. I can't...I can't..."
And Yoochun lost all notion of sanity.
Licking a spot on his jawline and nibbling there, he brushed his hand down Junsu's shaft poking against his stomach, reveling in the feel of the man on top of him shivering with a pleased moan.
It was slow and soft. Like for a few moments, they had melted into one another. Kisses wherever skin touched first, hips languidly rocking back and forth, Yoochun's hand around Junsu's member, Junsu's hand around Yoochun's hand, swallowing each other's breath, drinking in the other's sigh.
It was too much. Yoochun's skin was tingling. His head was pounding. He needed more. Now.
Just as he made to fling Junsu on his back and drive them both home, a grunt and a flash of white.
"Oops."
They both looked at each other. Yoochun already spent inside of Junsu and Junsu's own mess decorating Yoochun's chest.
Yoochun blinked. Junsu's bottom lip quivered. Til a snort escaped and a hand flew to his mouth, face already red.
But it was already too late. He dissolved into a fit of giggles til Yoochun had little choice but to join in.
It may have only been five minutes but it was the first of many great moments they would share. Hopefully those moments would last a little longer in the future.
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Yoochun would've liked to say he woke up early the next morning to his sweet face and just stared at it, giving him secret kisses til Junsu woke up. Then they'd talk, silly, stupid things they normally wouldn't say without the fog of sleep and the romance hanging in the air. And maybe they'd have a couple more rounds at each other, long and passionate or maybe hard and a little rough if Junsu didn't mind. A nice way to start the day.
Instead, Yoochun got Jaejoong's bed head.
"Chunnie." Jaejoong yawned wide and loud, scratching his ass at the door. A pleasant sight. "You woke us up last night. Let me remind you and your hand to keep it down. I love you and everything but listening to my best friend moaning like a girl puts me at risk for nightmares."
Junsu rolled over and emerged from under the blankets, wiping drool from his mouth. He blinked at Jaejoong who blinked back and Yoochun just blinked at both of them.
With an unidentifiable squeak, Junsu retreated under the sheets, clinging to Yoochun's side.
"So, ah..." Jaejoong cleared his throat pointedly, a stupid grin plastered all over his face. "Will you and your, um, hand be eating breakfast?"
Yoochun smiled back with a slight roll of his eyes. "Sounds good."
Just as Jaejoong started to leave, snickering as he made to close the door behind him, Yoochun stopped him. "Hey, Jae?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't let Changmin and Yunho eat all the toast." Yoochun grinned.
Jaejoong didn't respond before he left but that was the first time Yoochun had seen his face get so red.
Yoochun peeked under the blankets. "You can come out now."
"No." Was his muffled answer.
It took a while but after some tickling and rolling around, Yoochun finally had Junsu trapped in his arms, cheeks red as usual, bangs defying gravity and a huge smile that matched the morning rays seeping through the window curtains.
"Can I ask you something?" Junsu traced patterns on Yoochun's bare arms.
"Anything." Yoochun mumbled, stupidly unable to stop smiling.
"You know that book I, um, borrowed?" He nibbled on his lip, a habit Yoochun had already gotten used to. "Can I hear what you wrote some time?"
Yoochun thought for a moment. "How about I show you some new stuff I've got in my head. Right now."
With that, he tossed the sheets off himself and stumbled for his keyboard bare ass naked while Junsu laughed into the pillow.
That man had stolen Yoochun's music, his shoes, his sunglasses and maybe some other stuff neither of them were even aware of. But between tinkling notes about clumsy love and forever blushing cheeks, it was clear they had given each other so much more.
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Hello~ *waves*
I know...I disappeared last chapter and left you guys with the worst cliffhanger EVAH. D8 But...it's finished now! Yay happy ending~ *passes out apology!cookies*
Brain-storming some more ficcies for the future~
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