Trapped: Chapter 16
Title: Trapped
Pairings: Yoochun/Junsu, implied Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor, Angst
Warnings: Language, sexual content, suggested anxiety/panic disorder, mentioning of death (none of the main characters).
Length: 16/17
Summary: With his entire future planned out for him Yoochun has lead a predictable life until the day he met Junsu, a shut-in who hasn’t left his room for many years in a row. Throw in some excessively random colleagues, insane friend and growing forbidden feelings and all of a sudden Yoochun’s life seems to get more complicated than it has ever been.
Yoochun was pacing back and forth in front of the hotel. First he had been nervous, then straight out anxious, and now he was just wondering if Junsu would even show up at all. In the meantime more and more drunken guest stumbled outside. It was barely midnight yet, but apparently that didn’t stop them from going all out. Too occupied with looking at his watch Yoochun didn’t realize the danger he was in until it was too late and Changmin collided up against him.
“Oh,” the man giggled, half-drunk half… Changmin. “I’m sorry Chun, didn’t see you there.” Two girls and one guy, in the same giggly mood as he was, standing next to him.
“That’s ok. Where are you going?” Yoochun asked, glad there was something to distract him.
“Going? Eh… I dunno?” He looked at one of the girls, who was smiling back happily, and then burst out in laughter, clasping Yoochun’s shoulder for balance. When he was done he stood up, straightened his jacket and looked up at him with a sudden poker face. “Do you, Park Yoochun, wish to marry me, Super Awesome, until death may do us part, blah blah, kiss me!”
Yoochun could only just prevent Changmin from snogging him, but as he pushed the guy backward Changmin seemed barely aware of what had just happened, already happily mumbling to one of the girls.
“Oh Yoochun,” Changmin chattered as he turned around, “I still need to apli… aplo… apologize!”
“What? For trying to harass me? That’s ok, I’ll get you back for it later,” Yoochun smiled.
“No… not that…” Changmin looked at him, confused for a second, “oh yeah, he couldn’t come.”
“Couldn’t come? Who couldn’t?”
“I invited your dad, but he couldn’t… something with… a thing… yeah… well anyway, he says he will be there at your wedding though… pretty awesome, that old man of yours,” he showed a bright smile before spinning around like a bolero and bear-hugging the girl he had previously been talking to.
Yoochun eyed the gang amusedly as they tumbled away. But his father? On his bachelor party? That really did sound like something only Changmin would think of. On the other hand, if he really had been there, it would have been soothing. He was after all the only other man who knew about the tight regime of his family and had actually resisted it, in a way. At least he will come to the wedding…
“Yoochun?”
The moment he heard that voice Yoochun span around so fast it would make any normal human being dizzy.
“You’re here,” he managed to say. His heart was beating so fast now he was afraid it would jump out of his chest soon.
“Ah yeah…” Junsu shifted his feet awkwardly, “I was sorta busy doing something and you know… I couldn’t answer your message but…”
“I’m so glad you came,” he interrupted Junsu’s rambling, not to shut him up, but because he needed to say it. “I feel like the biggest jerk ever for what I did and… seriously, I’m just happy you came.” If it were up to him he would glomp-hug Junsu right on the spot, but he was all too aware of the many people around them. Even if only one of them gossiped about it with anyone he knew, all the troubles would start again. “Let’s go inside and upstairs. We can find somewhere more private to talk,” he said awkwardly.
Junsu eyed the door, unsure. “I… don’t know…”
“Ok… well, if you don’t want to…”
“No, it’s not that,” Junsu quickly said, “I’m still not really comfortable with crowds.”
“But you have your medication right?”
Junsu raised an eyebrow. “It’s medication, not magical dust.”
“Oh,” Yoochun smiled a little stupidly, “well, in that case, just wait here. I’ll be right back!”
Before Junsu had the time to reply, Yoochun had already spun around. He inside, shoving his way past all the people to the front desk. Quickly he searched through the stash of hotel room keys and took the general cardkey that opened all the doors.
He half ran back outside. For the first time not because he was worried about Junsu, not really, but rather because he was sure that if he lingered the rush of mixed emotions would take control of him. This really isn’t the time for that… Need to keep your cool, you can do it. It didn’t work, for he was still bouncingly hyper when he arrived back outside.
“Ok, let’s go,” he said simply, taking Junsu’s hand and pulling him around to the back of the hotel. Just keep walking, it’s just because it’s been a long time since you’ve seen him, it will ease down in no time keep breathing…
“Where are we going?” Junsu asked confusedly as he eyed the dark environment. In contrast to the front of the hotel, where it was always crowded, the sides where usually empty. No one had much business to do here in the first place, but the bushes planted next to the hotel, probably to prevent people from looking inside the first floor rooms, didn’t leave much space for trolling either.
“Upstairs via my super secret passageway,” Yoochun smiled before he halted. Quickly he jumped up and grabbed the fire-exit ladder that was hanging there.
“Are you sure this is safe,” Junsu asked, unsure, as he eyed the rusty ladder.
“Nope, but if you prefer to go inside than that’s ok by me.”
“No, no… this is fine,” Junsu quickly said and stepped on top of the ladder, cautiously taking the first step.
“Just climb all the way up,” Yoochun said and followed the moment Junsu was halfway, for a moment seriously questioning the safety of the ladder before he arrived at the top.
The view on top of the hotel wasn’t all that pretty since the building was far lower than the many buildings around it, but it wasn’t the scenery Yoochun was looking at. Junsu stood there, his face barely visible in the darkness, but from his posture Yoochun could tell he was looking up. “It’s going to rain soon…” Junsu said doubtfully, before returning his attention to Yoochun.
“You’ve turned into the weatherman now?” The joke was stupid, lame, and totally not funny but he had to do something to calm himself down. His nerves, instead of growing less, were only growing stronger by the second. Even in his denial he realized this was not just ordinary nerves, it was his whole body anticipating, eagerly waiting to be touched. Stop. Being. A. pervert! Damnit.
“Maybe I have,” and the moment Junsu had said it the first drop fell down on Yoochun’s nose. Not a tiny one, but a large drop of water, quickly followed by a second and a third, until the sky burst open and completely drenched them to the bone within seconds. Junsu smiled broadly. “See?”
“Yep, you’re fantastic,” Yoochun replied, “now let’s go!” he had already taken his first steps towards the door when Junsu halted him.
“Wait…”
“Su, talk inside…” Yoochun put his hand over his head as if to hide himself from the rain.
“I need to say this now, because once we’re inside I’ll surely chicken out of it,” Junsu said and he took a deep breath. Doubtful, Yoochun looked at Junsu. Please let him be angry with me, or scold me, or even kick me, don’t let it be nice…
“I… want to thank you for what you did,” Junsu started, looking at the ground rather than at Yoochun.
Oh god, please don’t. “You don’t need to Su,” Yoochun tried.
“No, I want to.” He looked slightly like a kitten who just took an involuntary bath, not making this any easier for Yoochun. “I want to thank you and… you’ve been a really good friend. I have no idea where I’d be without you.”
“Su…”
“And I want to apologize because…”
“Ok, can you please stop talking now?” Yoochun flinched. He was downright starting to feel guilty.
“Can you stop interrupting me all the time?” Junsu all but snapped, startling Yoochun for a second. He stared at Junsu as anger, desperation, and suffocating longing followed each up so quickly it made Yoochun a little sick. “I’m sorry for causing trouble with your fiancé,” Junsu continued.
Yoochun had to bite down on his tongue and look away to avoid interrupting him again.
“And…”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Yoochun said simply and took Junsu’s hand to pull him towards the door and out of the rain.
“Wait…” Junsu pulled his hand free. “And I’m sorry I forced myself upon you I never…”
He did the first thing that came to his mind. He pulled Junsu close by his hand and hugged him tightly. Anything to make him stop talking, anything to stop this growing feeling of guilt.
“… should have…” Junsu looked utterly confused as Yoochun loosened his grip a little, not entirely ready to release him yet.
Yoochun sighed. “Why do you always apologize for everything?”
“I’m sorry,” Junsu mumbled.
“You’re doing it again,” Yoochun said and pulled away completely. “Listen, there’s nothing to be sorry about. I should be the one to apologize.”
Junsu blinked up at him, confused. “You?”
“Yes, for making things unnecessarily complicated.”
“Unnecessary… I’m sorry, I’m not following,” Junsu started, confused, before Yoochun could no longer control himself. He cupped Junsu’s face with his hand, leaned in, and kissed him.
Like in his dream Junsu’s lips tasted like rainwater in combination with something Yoochun couldn’t quite wrap his mind around. Something that made his entire body go numb. His hand trembled as he pulled away, barely able to look Junsu in the eyes. “Here you have it,” he said, “I’m sorry.”
Junsu stared at him, confusion clear on his face. For a second Yoochun thought he had gone too far, that Junsu would forever hate him, but something unexpected happened. Junsu roughly pushed him away and up against the wall with unexpected force. Yoochun flinched and prepared himself to get hit but instead Junsu cupped his face and crashed their lips together in an everything but gentle kiss.
“Wait…” Yoochun gasped in between the many kisses that followed, “we shouldn’t…” he knew they shouldn’t, of course he knew, but his body down right told him otherwise as his hands automatically wrapped around Junsu’s body and pulled him closer against him. He felt like pleading, not for it to stop, but for it to go on.
“I know,” Junsu gasped and pressed their lips together one more time before he broke away and halted barely an inch away from Yoochun’s lips. “Can’t we pretend? Just for once… I’ll swear after tonight…” He didn’t need to finish for Yoochun had already taken his hand and practically dragged him inside the hotel, down the stairs and pushed him against the first door he could find, where he kissed him again before stuffing the key inside the lock. Silently he prayed there wasn’t anyone inside right now.
“Tonight I’m entirely yours,” he whispered in Junsu’s ear and pulled the handle down.
Instead of replying Junsu turned around with a small smile, took a hold of Yoochun’s shirt and pulled him inside, half-kicking the door closed in its lock before proceeding towards the window. He closed the curtains and turned on one dimmed light, the glow giving him a golden tinge that made him look more beautiful then Yoochun had ever remembered him to be.
Yoochun carefully followed Junsu’s every move, a little too occupied with staring to even realize he was just standing there. He realized when Junsu turned towards him however, “you’re just going to stand there?” he asked, amused, and pointed at the only chair in the room. “Sit.”
Quickly complying, Yoochun ran towards it and sat down, feeling a little stupid at his own eagerness. Trying to regain some of his cool he changed his position to nonchalant and gave Junsu a pimpish look from underneath his wet hair. “So? What are you going to do to entertain me?” he asked, in tune with his pose.
Junsu cocked his head to the side mockingly. “What is it you want me to do?”
“Eh…” Yoochun could think of a million things he wanted Junsu to do, but none of them very proper in this situation, or any situation for that matter.
Junsu appeared to have some trouble keeping his face straight making Yoochun feel even more clumsy. Keep focused, come on, how difficult can it be? Oh my god, he’s going to take his shirt off…
Junsu was indeed unbuttoning his shirt slowly. In the meantime he settled himself in Yoochun’s lap, his legs on either side of him. “Still waiting for an answer…” Junsu whispered, taking Yoochun’s hand and guiding it up to his shoulder, encouraging him to pull the cloth away.
Completely occupied, Yoochun stared at the golden skin that was slowly revealed and stroked it gently. He trailed past Junsu’s shoulder, over his collarbone, and finally towards his hairline where he knew a sensitive spot was. Junsu shivered slightly and closed his eyes when Yoochun softly roamed his thumb over it.
“Wait, I’ve got a better idea,” Yoochun said suddenly. Junsu opened his eyes a little, pouting as the warm hands disappeared from his neck. “Go lie on the bed.”
“That’s a little direct,” Junsu smiled but hopped off his lap onto the bed anyway.
“I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that,” Yoochun said and stood up. “Turn around.”
After giving him a contemplating look, Junsu turned around, his feet fumbling with each other nervously as he lay on of his stomach, head turned sideways, resting on his arms. “You don’t happen to be carrying any massage oil around…” Yoochun asked as he sat down on the bed and took his shoes and socks off. For a second he contemplated if it would be weird to take Junsu’s off as well but finally decided he didn’t care and did so anyway.
“I do have baby-oil?” Junsu said, “it’s in my bag.”
After he took the last sock off, Yoochun walked towards the bag and took out the bottle, staring at it for a while before he looked back at Junsu. “May I ask what exactly you were planning to do with this?”
Junsu went bright red and tried to hide his face in his arms, muttering something of which Yoochun only caught the word ‘Hyukjae’. He smiled a little, happy to see that some things apparently never changed, and walked towards the bed, spread some of the oil on his hands before he sat down on the lower half of Junsu’s back.
His annoying self took control once again as he couldn’t restrain himself from giving Junsu a teasing tickle before he started to massage him. He started with his lower back, carefully moving his hands over Junsu’s slender frame, then slowly moved upward to his shoulders and neck. He had been told before that if it wasn’t for the piano he could always just stick to massaging as his skills were sublime. Junsu was sure to be startled if he put all his effort into it. But after a while Yoochun was starting to get a little unsure; Junsu hadn’t made a single noise so far. “Do you like it?” he asked while he continued massaging Junsu’s hands. Say yes, say yes~
“Hm… I’m ready to fall asleep now,” Junsu mumbled with his eyes closed.
Fall asleep?! What the…
Yoochun stopped for a second and watched Junsu’s happily snoozing face carefully. “I can give you a full body massage if you want,” he said, hoping his voice didn’t sound as perverted as his mind. You’re not going to fall asleep while I’m touching you mister! Apparently it didn’t because Junsu didn’t seem disturbed as he just nodded once and kept on snoozing, content.
With an only half suppressed wicked grin on his face Yoochun shuffled back a little, took Junsu’s pants and pulled them down. His massage really had been good, because Junsu didn’t seem all that bothered by losing his pants. Only half interested he looked back over his shoulder as his eyes followed what Yoochun was doing, which was pretty much just shamelessly staring at Junsu’s behind, impressed. That’s one fine…
“Are you just going to stare or what?” Junsu said with a slight hint of mocking amusement.
“Yes, I mean… no,” Yoochun said clumsily after which he re-took the bottle, helped himself to some more oil, and started on Junsu’s feet with newly regained confidence. It was normal to start at the top and work your way down, but he was feeling rebellious today, all ready to finish with the best. While he kept on massaging he looked at Junsu’s face, the man’s eyes were once again closed, and back down at Junsu’s ass. He shifted a little awkwardly, all too aware of his own growing rather than Junsu’s.
That’s just great, I’m giving him a super awesome arousing massage and he falls asleep. He just lays there doing absolutely nothing and I get like this?! What the fuck Yoochun, simple much?
Junsu exclaimed a small sigh, and even though he wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or sleepiness Yoochun felt encouraged. No matter for what reason, Junsu seemed to like it well enough. He moved up, massaging the other’s legs, hips and… got distracted again.
Focus, dammit!
Carefully he sat in between Junsu’s legs, placed both his hands on the other’s hips and started to rotate his hands over the slant of Junsu’s cheeks, closer and closer until his fingers came together in the middle. He gently continued, tracing a line down the crease, over his hole towards the sheets after which he resumed massaging his legs only to repeat the same actions minutes later.
For a while he was occupied with restraining himself, but once he had gone back to the more innocent parts of Junsu’s body he finally noticed Junsu’s breathing had become uneven. His eyes were closed but still… Curious, he moved his hands over the other’s ass again, subtly leaning in closer until he was practically lying on top of him. He could hear Junsu’s uneven heavy breathing clearly now.
For a second he contemplated making some crude remarks, but he realized that would just ruin the mood and restrained himself. Instead he placed a light kiss on Junsu’s neck. An immediate shiver was the result. He smiled a little as he roamed one hand over the small of Junsu’s back, lower and lower until…
Junsu inhaled sharply the moment Yoochun pressed one finger inside of him, his hand clutching the blanket as he opened his mouth in a silent moan. Yoochun’s mind hazed over at the arousing sight. Eagerly he took action, gently nudging Junsu on his back so he could engage in a kiss, at first gentle, but quickly growing deeper and more harsh. While his tongue explored all of Junsu’s mouth Yoochun noticed how turned on Junsu really was, his hard-on pressing against him firmly.
His sloppy kiss was broken as Junsu tried, but failed, to take Yoochun’s shirt of. Not able to help his smile, Yoochun took it off for him, shamelessly eyeing Junsu’s fully hard member as he allowed Junsu to strip him of his pants as well.
His whole body was shaking in eager anticipation as he nudged Junsu onto his left side. After refilling his hand with oil, he gently parted Junsu’s cheeks and pressed a finger inside while he covered his member with the other. At least half of the oil had spilled on the bed, but he barely noticed, and really couldn’t care less.
Vaguely he wondered if Junsu was ready. He silently prayed he was, for Yoochun wasn’t sure how much longer he could restrain himself. For a second he considered if it was weird to ask, but it didn’t seem really necessary. The moment he placed his hands on Junsu’s hips the other took them and guided them towards places slightly less suggestive. As he wrapped his hand around Junsu’s already rock hard member, Yoochun nestled his nose in his neck, the smell of baby oil, rainwater and Junsu filling up his nose drills. He firmed the grip on Junsu’s hip and then slowly, very slowly, pressed inside.
“Oh god…” Yoochun gasped, a wonderful feeling of pure ecstasy shooting through his spine while his heartbeat sped up from the almost impossible closeness. Faintly could hear Junsu restraining his moan, one hand clenching around his own tightly while the other went for the sheets. For a moment he was unable to move, several wonderful feelings coming and going in waves as he hugged Junsu tighter.
“M-move,” Junsu all but gasped, and tried to press closer against Yoochun.
“Just… a second.”
He was really started to have trouble keeping his emotions together as he felt Junsu this close. He bit down on his lip, don’t go there…
Restraining his emotions he focused on the sweet scent of Junsu instead. Lovingly familiar as it now was it quickly washed away whatever he had been thinking about as a warm feeling erupted from his chest. He took Junsu’s member in one hand, the other hand still clenching Junsu’s hand tightly, and started to moving both his hand and his hips at the same time.
Junsu made a pleasured sound, his head tilting backwards and giving Yoochun full access to kiss his neck. Junsu’s scent, hi sweet low moans, and his body closing tightly around him, failed to make him realize how on edge the other already was until it was too late.
“Y-yoochun, wait I…” Junsu gasped out loud. First Yoochun tried to stop it by pressing on Junsu’s member, but then he quickly realized Junsu was too close already and sped up both his hand motions and his thrusting to help the other over the edge. Junsu moaned and pressed his nails into? Yoochun’s hand almost painfully hard as cum spurted all over the sheets. While still pressing his nose against Junsu’s neck, Yoochun pumped once or twice more, then let go of Junsu’s hand and hips, and pulled out carefully.
“Wait, why are you stopping,” Junsu asked almost indignantly but still weak.
“Who says I am?” Yoochun whispered as he pulled Junsu onto his back. “I just like this better, now I can see you face.”
Junsu blushed even deeper as Yoochun hovered over him, gazing straight into his eyes. Not really caring about more oil he took Junsu’s legs, bend him double, and pressed inside for the second time.
The moment he did, Junsu closed his eyes, parted his lips, and moaned almost soundlessly The sight of it was so stunning Yoochun wouldn’t have had trouble coming on the spot if he had allowed himself to.
Before he started his thrusts, he bent down to press a kiss against Junsu’s parted lips. Junsu immediately complied, eagerly wrapping his arms around his shoulders before kissing him back. Slowly Yoochun started to thrust once more.
He was already on edge when he started but the feel of Junsu’s body around him as he thrust in and his lips against his as he not so gently kissed him, pulled at his arousal painfully. Only two or three thrusts were needed for the blinding orgasm to start crashing over him in fast, steady waves. He groaned, pressing Junsu against him as close as possible as he allowed the feeling to completely overpower him.
He tried to stay inside Junsu for as long as possible, but when his arousal ebbed away and his member grew soft he dropped down next to him instead. Heavily panting he lay there, one arm and one leg still resting on Junsu as he leaned his forehead against Junsu’s shoulder.
“Whoa…” was all he could bring out.
“I know right?” Junsu sighed back, just as out of breath as Yoochun was.
They just lay there for a few seconds before Yoochun had had enough, and pulled Junsu into a hug. Happily he snuggled up against him, the still ever so pleasant scent all around him.
“Hey Chun,” Junsu whispered after a few minutes.
“Hm?” Yoochun mumbled back, still too much in an afterglow to be tired yet.
“What does it take for you to get started again?”
A wicked grin spread over his face as he looked up with twinkling eyes. “Mr. Junsu,” he said in faked indignation, “you wild unstoppable animal, you should be ashamed!”
Junsu eeped as Yoochun suddenly rolled over him. “Why?” he tried, not realizing that Yoochun was reaching for the oil that lay on the floor besides them.
“Once? That won’t do,” Yoochun said seriously as he moved back up and opened the lid with his teeth while his hands were already reaching for Junsu’s member. “I want to at least go for a record.”
“Five hundred maybe?” Junsu trailed off in a needy moan as Yoochun started to expertly rub him up.
“Five hundred?” Yoochun asked, amused, leaning down to kiss Junsu quickly before continuing his job with the oil. “I’d say we start at ten and then see how long we can go on before our limbs fall off.”
An ever so wonderful smile appeared on Junsu’s face. “Such a romantic way to put it…” he mumbled before Yoochun kissed him so intensely he was no longer able to speak. If it were up to Yoochun they wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight.
A/N: Ok, so not doing a single f*ck for 3 weeks to flail over JYJ might not have been the best idea I ever had *is completely drowning in homework* But who cares~ Because this chapter has porn 8D *cough* Anyways, I hope you like it ^^ At least it's long O.o
My completely overworked beta took extra time to fix my horrendous english (to hear by her complains xD) so if you're done throwing up from the massive fluff overdose flailing send her some sparkly cookies as well~ ^^