[FANFICTION] "This Winter Night"
Title: This Winter Night
Length: Oneshot; 1,031 words
Author: The Machine
Rating: R
Pairing: YooSu
Genre: Light fluff and sex.
Notes: Written on the spot at 2 in the morning, barely read over, oops! For aoishinjitsu♥ *kisses* And, Merry Christmas everyone!! ♥♥♥
Sinking into the couch was a blessed relief to his muscles, as Junsu sprawled across the living room couch, eyes closing as his head tipped back onto the armrest. The other members trudged through the apartment, their oldest sliding into the kitchen for a drink to soothe his aching throat, dropping his bag near the front along the way. The others were quiet as they made their way down the hall towards their rooms, sighs of relief as the tension washes from their shoulders, murmurs of Merry Christmas exchanged with small, warm smiles, softer touches, before doors closed them off to their own dreamlands.
Heaviness soon settled over Junsu’s closed lids, and he almost gave into the feeling, before the soft touch of fingers dancing up his arms distracted him. Eyes slitting open, he groaned with hidden glee, eyes lighting as he focused on Yoochun’s face, smiling down at him as the other smoothed the bangs off his forehead.
“Su yah,” he whispered, bending down to plant a kiss upon the man’s temple. “Get up now before you fall asleep on the couch.”
“I can’t even think about thinking of moving.”
“That doesn’t really make much sense.”
“Shut up and let me be.”
Yoochun grins despite his own fatigue, pushing at Junsu’s legs to sit beside him, arm sliding around his shoulders and drawing him up into a seated position. His other hand smoothed across the tenor’s cheeks, awed at the beauty of the other man rising beneath the bruised skin under his eyes, the drawn in cheeks, the pale skin. Junsu’s hand was skimming up his denim clad thigh, small hand resting along his hip as he stared back at the other man.
“Yoochun ah,” Junsu whispered along Yoochun’s parted lips, as the other moved in to close the distance between them, lips smooth and hot against Junsu’s own. The kiss was slow and languid, Yoochun’s fingers tipping Junsu’s head back as his lips trailed lower, sliding down the younger man’s strong jaw, kissing at the hollow of his throat.
Yoochun has a hand planted on Junsu’s side, maneuvering himself on top of the other man when Jaejoong finally emerges from the kitchen, clucking, “Remember that we all share that couch, and to please keep all Christmas festivities behind closed doors? Preferably locked as well?”
Yoochun is laughing into Junsu’s shoulder, drawing them both up to their feet (Junsu half-heartedly protesting along the way) as he curls his fingers into Junsu’s, walking towards their eldest and pressing a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek.
“Merry Christmas, Jaejoong hyung,” he says in passing, Junsu repeating his words as he is tugged along behind the other into the baritone’s room.
The covers are a cool contrast against the heat of Yoochun’s body on his own. Yoochun’s hands are sliding down the tenor’s body, suckling on his lips as he settles his weight between his legs. Junsu sighs into the touch, body arching into Yoochun’s hands, Yoochun’s blunt nails lightly scraping across the tender skin of his abdomen.
Junsu’s fingers fumble with the clasp of Yoochun’s jeans, and he curses under his breath, a mumbled apology slipping through his smile, unwilling to admit to the fatigue hanging over them all.
“Let me,” the baritone purrs, fingers slipping over Junsu’s to undo their pants, remove their articles of clothing until nothing remains between them but air. Yoochun’s breath wavers as he presses into Junsu, steals another deep kiss from him, kneading the skin of Junsu’s hips between his warm fingers.
Junsu is tired, and aching, but he wants this, needs the feel of the other man against him, on him, in him, around him. Needs the man under his skin like he needs to breathe, needs to sing. Fingers wrap around his cock and his breath hitches, tremulous and beautiful, head arching into the soft down of his pillow as Yoochun palms him, grip steady and confident, his own cock pressing hard into the cut of Junsu’s hip.
“Junsu,” Yoochun breathes against Junsu’s lips, in Junsu’s mouth, as he kisses the man, moving his hips to grind down against Junsu’s, and he adjusts his hand to guide them both. Junsu’s tongue is hot and wet and warm in his mouth, and he relishes the taste of the other man, and they move together, a slow and sensuous rhythm, and it leaves Junsu breathless.
“Please,” he breaks away, panting into Yoochun’s open mouth. Flushed with need, Yoochun gives him what he needs, the friction of their bodies drawing keening moans from them both. Junsu’s hands are clamped around Yoochun’s moving hips, drawing them against his own, and he’s burning with need, thighs clamping around the other as he takes and takes.
Yoochun is there as Junsu is overwhelmed, as Junsu gives in, and he steals the cry from his lips, driving hard against the man’s hips as Junsu comes between them. Yoochun follows seconds later, pressing into the man as his release rattles free from his body in a drawn-out ecstasy.
His body gives out before his mind does, and Yoochun carefully slides off the other man, conscious of his limbs as he reaches over to the night table and gingerly cleans them up, throwing the refuse into a nearby trash bin. Junsu watches the man with hooded eyes, hands smoothing over the other’s arms and shoulders as he lies beside him, hands curling into inky tendrils of hair as he presses a soft kiss on Yoochun’s nose, earning a smooth chuckle from the man. Yoochun shifts closer, tangling his legs with the tenor’s, hands closing over the ones in his hair before gliding down his arms and meeting at his sides, fingers stretching down and absently skimming over the small of Junsu’s back.
“You’re good to me,” Junsu whispers.
“Santa’s making his list and checking it twice you know.”
“Shush, no other man is allowed to be brought into our room.” Junsu kisses Yoochun, before tucking his head into the pillow, the lull of sleep drawing his eyes to a close. Yoochun smiles, closing his eyes as well, arms tightening their hold around Junsu’s body.
“Merry Christmas Junsu.”
“Merry Christmas to you too, Yoochun.”
And Happy New Year too XDDD