Junsu is definitely not the smartest one but he does have those hips
Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun
Genre: Humor, Smut
Rating: R
Summary: Junsu has a bright idea and Yoochun- he's done for.
Junsu slams the door so loud the whole floor shakes and the flatware on the cabinets rattle. He walks like a hurricane along the living room, throwing his jacket on the sofa-misses and lands on the floor. He all forgets to take out his shoes but remembers it mid-step and promptly sends it flying in the direction of the foyer. Right shoe lands on the step; left shoe flies and boomerangs back like a rocket.
He. does. not. care.
He beelines to Yoochun's room, intent on making the loudest noises possible. I AM ANGRY HEAR ME ROAR. Upon reaching the doorknob he twists it but it refuses to open. He settles to yanking the door back and forth while twisting that damned knob. He's about to ram himself into the bastard of the two-inch wooden contraption when the door opens revealing the one person he's looking for.
"You do realize you have to turn it to the right AND THEN push the door, right?"
He blinks.
"It's a door, Junsu it's not an enemy"
He huffs.
Rolling his eyes, he pushes forward and enters the other's room. It's typical; dark, gloomy, weirdly squeeky clean for a person who looks homeless half the time. He stands in the middle and folds his arms and tries to look as domineering as possible. Yoochun is almost tucked back to bed and Junsu gruffs to get his attention back; the other simply pulls up the duvet and covers himself like an eggroll. He turns towards the intruder and gives him the look fine-what-are-you-gonna-say-just-spit-it-out-I'm-too-busy-sleeping
Junsu opens his mouth but shuts it tightly; this is how a fish breathes by the way; very good demonstration, Junsu. Apparently thinking something and saying what it is are two very different things. Closing his eyes he readies himself to say the words he's practiced in his head for so long.
"I've decided. I'm going to fuck you"
What?
Well that certainly was something no one expected.
Yoochun's response is to sit up and throw his pillow directly to the soon-to-be-sex-offender's face. Xiahtod has better reflexes and smacks the pillow away. He takes a step forward, looming over Yoochun while staring him down he dives for the other's shirt; pulling it like his life depended on it. Yoochun yanks back his shirt and pushes the other off.
"What the fuck are you on?!" he shouts, asserting himself. Stands on his toes and stares down the completely crazed out man in front of him. He's fine with fucking, but this is Junsu; fucking and Junsu don't coincide in the same sentence unless it involves a cat's certain dirty name that happens to be on another species of human being a.k.a. A GIRL.
"Come on, let me do you!" he croons. This isn't making sense at all. Junsu is in his room asking for a fuck like it was the most natural thing in the world. But Junsu is not normal; so maybe it was natural but he was certain things like this do not happen in most people's lives unless you're a cable tv show.
He was about to consider.
Maybe
"Will you feel better if I pay you?"
NOT.
. . .and that's how Junsu learns that Yoochun really does have a black belt in Taekwondo.
***
When they finally settle on the couch; there is a great distance between them (more for Junsu's sake than Yoochun's) that they try to talk it through. Junsu holds an icepack to his bruising cheek (and ego) and Yoochun does not feel sorry at all.
The dying sound of common sense is heard throughout the room.
"Look, it's just that I had an epiphany." Junsu begins; trying to string the perfect words together to make Yoochun see the brilliant idea he has.
"Epiphanies are for great ideas not dumb ones; yours was worse than dumb." Yoochun snaps back, he thinks a migraine named Junsu is about to form.
"That's unfair! If you have sexual epiphanies how come I'm not allowed to?! Those are double standards; we are all equal here. If you can fuck things; I can fuck things too!"
So shithead just turned into Sherlock.
"Junsu, there's a grave difference between you and I; I for one, fuck humans. I don't know what you've been fucking- hell I don't want to know what helpless inanimate object your dick has been in and I don't want to judge but what you are doing is quite disturbing"
No matter how concerned he tries to act his acting lessons have not covered dealing with Junsu just yet.
"It's just that I've realized that life is too short!" he justifies.
"What does that have to do with me?!" this is just a dream; you will wake up and this never happened, he finds himself chanting.
"Look, lets put it like this, imagine. . ."
Yoochun feels defeat already; this was going to be a long day. He shouldn't have opened the door, he shouldn't have given the other the passcode; so many should nots but here it is; this is now. Better deal with it like he had no other choice.
"Life is a buffet, Yoochun. In in that buffet you're supposed to taste a lot of things! Different flavours of life. . . "
Yoochun is about to lose it.
"You can't keep eating the same food all your life, that's horrid. Look, what I'm trying to say here is that I want to try something new. Add more spice to life! Vanilla is lovely but sometimes you have to have cinnamon."
Yoochun just lost it.
Junsu nods as he says his speech as if trying to convince himself of the delusions he is conjuring. It's so far out there it might be believable, might.
"This is where you come in! Don't you see? You're the cinnamon, the spice, the new food!" Junsu exclaims as if that kind of rationale makes it a compliment.
"I'm also a black belter" Yoochun adds dryly. Junsu's smile wavers just a little and scoots a millimetre to the side; just a little out of the dark-haired man's reach. He is so totally not afraid of Yoochun, so totally not at all.
"So what do you say?" Junsu wiggles his eyebrows, if this does not look creepy enough Yoochun doesn't know what is.
***
Junsu moves to kiss Yoochun's neck, his hand pulling the other's hair making him arch his neck. His other hand moves to touch the skin under Yoochun's shirt, testing the reaction. He lets his hands wander on the expanse of the other's skin, when he reaches for the ribs Yoochun squirms a little. A giggle escapes the older man's lips which turns into a full out laughter a second later.
Apparently Yoochun wasn't taking this as seriously as Junsu was.Junsu frowns, he came here to have a hot fuck not have a giggle-fest but Yoochun seems to have other ideas. Working purely on instinct he dives into Yoocun's sleep pants, yanking it until it's down to his knees. In one fluid motion Yoochun goes from laughing to a full out moan as Junsu takes all of him in one go.
It's awkward how he takes it but he tries; eagerness overcomes the inexperience; that thing he does with his tongue also does wonders, Yoochun takes note. Junsu bobs his head, tries different rhythms; going with the melody of Yoochun's moans. The sounds alone made him hot and he feels himself getting harder, he tries to create friction between fabrics and skin.
Yoochun tugs his hair and makes him look at the older's face, eyes blown and sweat starting to form. He sticks out his tongue and Junsu gets hungry for a real taste. It's too much tongue, mixed with teeth and when Yoochun battles with him he finds himself fighting for control. He feels a hand undoing his pants and the next thing he knows a hand wraps around him and strokes; tugging at the right places, pulling just at that perfect moment. He closes his eyes and feels everything and when he thinks he's about to go to heaven Yoochun lets him go. He moans in dissatisfaction, almost angrily until he sees Yoochun.
He's on all fours, the sheen of sweat makes him glow under the barely there lighting of the room, the look he gives is enough for Junsu to feel all the remaining blood go south. He feels the room on fire and the arsonist was sprawled out in front of him. Yoochun reaches out to him and brings him closer, Junsu tentatively places his palms on the other man's hips, gripping tightly creating half-moon marks on his hipbones. Yoochun dips low, back arched in the most salacious way possible and Junsu is sure he's in hell and enjoying every minute of it.
"I've decided to let you fuck me."
And with that, Junsu decides that Yoochun is his own devil.
***
In the afterglow, Junsu's too giddy to come down from the high- he actually thinks he's soaring.
"You think we can sex-tape that next time?"
Yoochun evens out the bruise on his other cheek.
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A/N. Fail. Sorry. I went overly crazy today because of the heat