They Met In Copenhagen 5
Title: They met in Copenhagen
Author: suju_shinki
Genre: Romance, crack, the usuals.
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: 5/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu loses his luggage at the airport and his life starts from there.
05. Sicily
“Jesus Christ, how much is this going to cost me?!” Junsu gasped when they entered the white beach house. “This is insane.”
“Don't worry about it. It's not that expensive.”
“It's a house. I can barely afford hotel rooms,” Junsu said and threw himself onto the spotless white couch. “But I could die on this couch.”
“Well, don't do that now,” Yoochun said and threw his bag next to Junsu. He slid one hand into Junsu's hair and pulled his head back. He leant down for a slow, upside down kiss and Junsu hummed into his mouth. “This place is on me. You make sure we eat while we're here, okay?”
“I can't cook, if that's what you're trying to say.”
“That's not what I'm trying to say,” Yoochun said and let go of his hair. “Don't you want to see the rest of this place? Take a shower before taking a rest?”
“You go first,” Junsu said and Yoochun left him there without saying anything else.
Junsu's eyes roamed the place. It was white, so white he knew he was not leaving without ruining one thing or the other, on purpose or not.
The front door opened directly into the living room and the living room had two doors on the other side of the room. Junsu hadn't seen which one Yoochun disappeared into, but he could guess that one must be a bedroom and the other a kitchen or a bathroom.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds. Or what he had planned on being a few seconds, and turned out to be hours, because when he opened them again it was dark out and the lights were on inside the house. He was sprawled out on the couch with a chequered blanket covering him from the waist down and his shoes were off.
He sat up and was about to call out when he noticed that the front door was and that Yoochun was sitting on the threshold, facing outside. There was a small cloud of smoke hanging in front of him and Junsu wondered what kissing someone who had just smoked a cigarette would taste like.
“You could have woken me up,” he said and pushed the blanket off his legs before getting up and walk up to him on his socks.
Yoochun turned around and smiled at him. “I tried. You almost punched me in the face. Thought it would be better for both of us to let you sleep for a while.”
“Liar,” Junsu said and dropped to his knees. He peered outside and could barely make out anything. He knew he was supposed to see the see, but all he could see were vague white waves in the distance. He heard them too, loud and clear. He turned back to Yoochun and said: “No one ever said I'm a violent sleeper before.”
“What can I say, no one cares about you as much as I do. Enough to tell you the truth,” Yoochun said and pressed his cigarette out onto the ground. “You hungry? I went out while you were asleep and got pizza's. They should still be warm.”
“I'm starving, let's go,” Junsu nodded and pulled Yoochun up by his arm. He stumbled a bit as he walked, still a bit drunk off sleep, and Yoochun held him steady. “Maybe you should shower first,” Yoochun suggested. “Wake up a bit.”
“You can just say I smell weird,” Junsu snorted. “Where's the bathroom?”
“Through that door, and then through the next. Don't forget your bag,” he said and picked Junsu's bag up from the floor.
Junsu waddled towards the door Yoochun had pointed at and found it to be a small bedroom. It was white, like the rest of the house, with a white bed in the middle, a night stand and a built in closet. There were three fresh towels lying on the bed and Junsu took one with him and entered the equally white bathroom.
Paradise, he thought as he stood under the strong stream of the showerhead, this place is heaven. And he felt somewhat proud that he was there, sharing this place with Park Yoochun. Park Yoochun who could have been there with anyone, was there with him. They'd share a bed, most probably, they'd go to the beach, they'd kiss and kiss and kiss...
Don't do this, he said to himself as his hand travelled down to his groin, not here, he's waiting for you.
The battle between cock and mind was short. He fisted his cock and stroked himself off, thinking off Yoochun in Germany with some random guy, thinking of their kisses in Paris, Yoochun's hands under his shirt, thinking of what was still to come. They'd go further, he knew it, he wanted it. Wanted everything Yoochun could offer him, though he had no idea how he'd handle it. He came in his hand and washed it away before deciding he had at least freshened up and that was important.
When he stepped out the shower he put on the black shorts he had bought earlier that day and a white t-shirt. He walked back into the living room barefoot. Suspiciously relaxed, he thought to himself and smirked. It had been exactly what he needed, a jerk off.
“You look like you've woken up after a million years of sleep,” Yoochun smiled at him. “A rose.”
“Thanks. Pizza now,” he said and hopped over the backrest of the couch and landed next to Yoochun, an inch to the left and he'd be on his lap. Maybe next time, he thought to himself and accepted the slice of pizza Yoochun handed him.
“I couldn't find plates,” he said. “Try not to ruin the pretty white couch or carpet.”
“I'll do my best,” Junsu answered and sunk his teeth into the slice. It was about ten minutes before being completely cold, but it was also safe to say that he had never had pizza that good in his entire life.
“Why do you sound surprised? Did you forget where we are?” Yoochun chuckled when he had voiced his thoughts. “Italy, Junsu.”
“I get it,” Junsu said rolling his eyes. “But I thought we agreed on me providing for food.”
“Starting tomorrow,” Yoochun shrugged. “Tonight we hang out and rest and take what we get.”
And then there was a hand on his thigh. The warm tips of Yoochun's fingers resting on his bare knee, Junsu stared at them for a while. Yoochun's hands were bigger than his own, his fingers seemed longer, stronger somehow. Junsu tried to figure out why that was sexy, but all he got were flashes of Yoochun's hands around his waist, on his chest and, yes he went there, down his pants.
“So, you went into town,” Junsu said. “How was that?”
“It was great. People are nice, the whether was insane. We have to go to the beach tomorrow.”
It was only when they had shared one and a half pizza and Yoochun sat back and his hand creeped up Junsu's thigh that Junsu thought the moment was right. He turned his body to the side and leant into him. He caught a glimps of Yoochun smiling before their lips met. Yoochun's had slid up from his thigh to his hip and up to his back where he fingered the hem and tickled the skin under it with soft caresses.
Their tongues played together slowly, and Junsu kept leaning into him unconsciously, until he was finally lying on his back. Yoochun's grip around his back tightened and he move one hand up to Junsu's neck. Junsu was hovering over him, a bit nervous about pressing their bodies together, but Yoochun was strong and didn't leave him much of a choice. He pulled Junsu down to lie between his legs and hooked one of his own around his bare calve. Their kisses got intense. They turned into what was foreplay for most couples, and Junsu was happy he jerked off earlier that night, otherwise he'd be sporting a boner right then and there and that would be embarrassing. Or very sexy, he couldn't decide.
They hummed into each other's mouths, not breaking apart until absolutely necessary. “This is dangerous,” Yoochun panted. “You're pressing on me.”
Their faces were still too close together for Junsu to see any expression on his face, but he didn't move. “Does it hurt?” he breathed into his ear and felt Yoochun shiver under him. He felt bold, in charge and the way Yoochun was reacting to him was very good for his ego.
“Not exactly,” Yoochun said. “But stay like this for a bit longer and things could get awkward.”
Junsu wanted to say he didn't care, that he wanted to see what would happen, but couldn't get over the fact that really, he wasn't ready for a cock pressed against his hip.
He sat up, kneeling in between Yoochun's spread legs and looked down on him. His shirt had crawled up and revealing a thin happy trail disappearing in to his jeans. In his mind he bent down, licked the trail and unbuttoned his pants, in reality he helped Yoochun up and they made out some more.
“Do we cook? I mean, I can't cook for my life, but if you can then I guess we could do groceries and cook at the house right? It would be a waist not to cook when there's a kitchen right?” Junsu asked and tilted his head towards that what looked like a grocery store on the other side of the street. Yoochun was trying on sunglasses in a small boutique that morning and Junsu was admiring.
“I can try,” Yoochun said. “Can't promise it'll be good though.”
He paid for the sunglasses and put them in Junsu's hair right after.
“I'm keeping these,” Junsu said and put them on his face. “I'm not your purse.”
“I'll track you down anywhere. Those glasses mean a lot to me,” Yoochun said as he pushed the door of the boutique open.
“Oh, because I thought you had just bought them 5 seconds ago,” Junsu said and the rolling of his eyes was completely gone to waist thanks to the dark shades. “You'll have to come to Korea with me to get them back.”
“Maybe I will,” Yoochun said. Now that was interesting. Junsu could clearly remember Yoochun saying in Paris that he wasn't ready to go back. Would he really consider going back for Junsu? If we.. what if we really...dare he think it...fall in love?
They walked next to each other and Junsu was lost in thought. In love with a dude. With a penis. Love was a whole different deal. Lust was what he had been experiencing up until then, but could it change? Could it really become more? Could he fall in love with this guy?
Junsu looked at him sideways, so cool, so nonchalant, utterly attractive in so many ways. What would his mother say if she found out he was infatuated with a man, making out with him as much as he could? She wouldn't hate him, he knew that much. And she had always been the strict parent while his father was much more liberal. Still, he couldn't imagine how that conversation would go.
“Pasta's?” Yoochun asked when they entered the grocery store and Junsu was pushing a cart in front of him. “I suppose that shouldn't be too hard right?”
“Sure,” Junsu said. “We'll figure it out.”
Yoochun put one hand over his and helped him push the empty cart. “We will.”
“Junsu...”
“What? I'll be fine, don't worry. I saw kids half my size jump off.”
“Those were local kids. You don't know what's down there. There could be rocks.”
“I'll be back in a minute,” Junsu grinned before taking a big leap. He flew for a about five seconds before he hit the water with a loud splash. Freedom, freedom, freedom. It sounded cheesy in his head, but it was what he felt. Jumping off a cliff and into the clear blue sea was something he did in dreams and here he was, living it.
The water felt perfect on his skin and he wanted Yoochun to feel it with him, but he knew it would be hopeless to try and get him to jump off that cliff. He had to think of something else.
He swiftly climbed up the cliff, taking the easiest route he had seen the local kids take an hour earlier. Yoochun was sitting there, shirtless and with his new sunglasses on. Junsu slowed down a bit wanting to take in the sight completely now that his stares wouldn't be too suspicious.
“At least get in,” Junsu said when he reached him. “You won't regret it, I swear.”
“I'll pass,” Yoochun said and pushed the glasses up into his hair. “At least until we get to the actual beach where the danger of breaking my bones is smaller.”
“I made it out fine, didn't I? It's so much fun, Yoochun. I'll jump with you.”
“I don't think so.”
“There are a few rocks down there-”
“My point exactly-”
“They're not anywhere near where I jumped, but you can swim up to them and no one will you see you there. They're in the sun, but the cliff blocks them from the beach, so they're...private.” Junsu didn't look at him, but nervously wrung out the pockets of his shorts.
“Where are you going with this?” Yoochun asked and Junsu wished he hadn't said anything. How was he going to explain that he wanted to make out under the burning hot sun, while their wet bodies were sliding together? He couldn't...
“I'll jump. But I'm not going to look and you're going to hold me. And you'll have to push me, because I'm sure as hell not doing it on my own.”
“Really?” Junsu asked in surprise. “You won't regret it, really,” he grinned as Yoochun stood up.
Junsu moved up behind him and put his hands on Yoochun's waist, feeling his naked kin under his fingers. He shivered. “Are your eyes closed.”
“Yeah.”
“You ready?”
“Not really, no.”
Junsu smiled, took a few steps backwards before dashing forward, wrapping his arms around Yoochun's waist and then he jumped.
Yoochun's nails dug into his arms, but he didn't make a sound. And before he knew it, it was over, they hit the water and he had to let go to reach the surface.
The second he came up he felt two hands on his chest before feeling a body pressing up against him from behind. “That better be you,” he panted. He closed his eyes when he felt wet lips at the back of his neck.
“I had my eyes closed, so it wasn't that bad,” Yoochun said hoarsely. “But I'm not doing that again.”
“That's fine,” Junsu said and turned around. “We're here now anyway.” He motioned to the flat rocks a few feet away. “Race you there.”
They swam up to the rocks and Junsu felt crazy butterflies in his stomach as they did.
Soon enough, he found himself pressed up against the side of one of the rocks, one hand in his neck and the other playing with his nipple. The shared rough kisses and Junsu's legs came up to wrap themselves around Yoochun's hips. He clung onto him, the waves were rocking their hips together and his mind went foggy. It felt sinfully good, their groins rubbing onto each other. The doubts form the night before were pushed to the back of his head.
Yoochun's hand travelled down to his waistband and undid the strands that kept up his shorts. And then his hand stopped moving and they broke apart, panting heavily.
Yoochun wanted him, his eyes said it all. Junsu nodded slowly and that was all Yoochun needed. His fingers slid into the waistband, followed by the rest of his hand and there it was. Junsu gasped and rocked into him. Yoochun kissed him, softer than before, held him gentler and Junsu moaned into his mouth when Yoochun squeezed the tip of his cock before sliding his hand down his length and up again.
“Get up there,” Yoochun said softly. Junsu brought his legs down, put his hands on the rock behind him and hauled himself onto it. Yoochun followed him and pushed him backwards, to lie on the hot surface before he straddled him. Junsu felt light coming out of the water, felt the hardness of his cock and the touch of Yoochun's hand around it as an extra sensation. They kept kissing, sloppy and unfocused, because their focus was elsewhere. Yoochun was good at this. Amazing, Junsu thought, heavenly.
His nails dug into Yoochun's back when he felt his orgasm close in. He rocked his hips up, moved with Yoochun's rhythm, before he came hard, moan breaking their kiss.
“Fuck,” Yoochun panted and let his lips travel down to his chest. He pressed a kiss there before standing up. “Jesus Christ,” he said, shaking his head. “I'll be right back,” were his last words before he jumped back into the water.
Junsu stayed there, with the biggest smile on his face. He had let a dude give him a handjob and it was good. And even better, Junsu had felt a hard cock pressing against his thigh and he didn't mind one bit.
Author: suju_shinki
Genre: Romance, crack, the usuals.
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: 5/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu loses his luggage at the airport and his life starts from there.
05. Sicily
“Jesus Christ, how much is this going to cost me?!” Junsu gasped when they entered the white beach house. “This is insane.”
“Don't worry about it. It's not that expensive.”
“It's a house. I can barely afford hotel rooms,” Junsu said and threw himself onto the spotless white couch. “But I could die on this couch.”
“Well, don't do that now,” Yoochun said and threw his bag next to Junsu. He slid one hand into Junsu's hair and pulled his head back. He leant down for a slow, upside down kiss and Junsu hummed into his mouth. “This place is on me. You make sure we eat while we're here, okay?”
“I can't cook, if that's what you're trying to say.”
“That's not what I'm trying to say,” Yoochun said and let go of his hair. “Don't you want to see the rest of this place? Take a shower before taking a rest?”
“You go first,” Junsu said and Yoochun left him there without saying anything else.
Junsu's eyes roamed the place. It was white, so white he knew he was not leaving without ruining one thing or the other, on purpose or not.
The front door opened directly into the living room and the living room had two doors on the other side of the room. Junsu hadn't seen which one Yoochun disappeared into, but he could guess that one must be a bedroom and the other a kitchen or a bathroom.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds. Or what he had planned on being a few seconds, and turned out to be hours, because when he opened them again it was dark out and the lights were on inside the house. He was sprawled out on the couch with a chequered blanket covering him from the waist down and his shoes were off.
He sat up and was about to call out when he noticed that the front door was and that Yoochun was sitting on the threshold, facing outside. There was a small cloud of smoke hanging in front of him and Junsu wondered what kissing someone who had just smoked a cigarette would taste like.
“You could have woken me up,” he said and pushed the blanket off his legs before getting up and walk up to him on his socks.
Yoochun turned around and smiled at him. “I tried. You almost punched me in the face. Thought it would be better for both of us to let you sleep for a while.”
“Liar,” Junsu said and dropped to his knees. He peered outside and could barely make out anything. He knew he was supposed to see the see, but all he could see were vague white waves in the distance. He heard them too, loud and clear. He turned back to Yoochun and said: “No one ever said I'm a violent sleeper before.”
“What can I say, no one cares about you as much as I do. Enough to tell you the truth,” Yoochun said and pressed his cigarette out onto the ground. “You hungry? I went out while you were asleep and got pizza's. They should still be warm.”
“I'm starving, let's go,” Junsu nodded and pulled Yoochun up by his arm. He stumbled a bit as he walked, still a bit drunk off sleep, and Yoochun held him steady. “Maybe you should shower first,” Yoochun suggested. “Wake up a bit.”
“You can just say I smell weird,” Junsu snorted. “Where's the bathroom?”
“Through that door, and then through the next. Don't forget your bag,” he said and picked Junsu's bag up from the floor.
Junsu waddled towards the door Yoochun had pointed at and found it to be a small bedroom. It was white, like the rest of the house, with a white bed in the middle, a night stand and a built in closet. There were three fresh towels lying on the bed and Junsu took one with him and entered the equally white bathroom.
Paradise, he thought as he stood under the strong stream of the showerhead, this place is heaven. And he felt somewhat proud that he was there, sharing this place with Park Yoochun. Park Yoochun who could have been there with anyone, was there with him. They'd share a bed, most probably, they'd go to the beach, they'd kiss and kiss and kiss...
Don't do this, he said to himself as his hand travelled down to his groin, not here, he's waiting for you.
The battle between cock and mind was short. He fisted his cock and stroked himself off, thinking off Yoochun in Germany with some random guy, thinking of their kisses in Paris, Yoochun's hands under his shirt, thinking of what was still to come. They'd go further, he knew it, he wanted it. Wanted everything Yoochun could offer him, though he had no idea how he'd handle it. He came in his hand and washed it away before deciding he had at least freshened up and that was important.
When he stepped out the shower he put on the black shorts he had bought earlier that day and a white t-shirt. He walked back into the living room barefoot. Suspiciously relaxed, he thought to himself and smirked. It had been exactly what he needed, a jerk off.
“You look like you've woken up after a million years of sleep,” Yoochun smiled at him. “A rose.”
“Thanks. Pizza now,” he said and hopped over the backrest of the couch and landed next to Yoochun, an inch to the left and he'd be on his lap. Maybe next time, he thought to himself and accepted the slice of pizza Yoochun handed him.
“I couldn't find plates,” he said. “Try not to ruin the pretty white couch or carpet.”
“I'll do my best,” Junsu answered and sunk his teeth into the slice. It was about ten minutes before being completely cold, but it was also safe to say that he had never had pizza that good in his entire life.
“Why do you sound surprised? Did you forget where we are?” Yoochun chuckled when he had voiced his thoughts. “Italy, Junsu.”
“I get it,” Junsu said rolling his eyes. “But I thought we agreed on me providing for food.”
“Starting tomorrow,” Yoochun shrugged. “Tonight we hang out and rest and take what we get.”
And then there was a hand on his thigh. The warm tips of Yoochun's fingers resting on his bare knee, Junsu stared at them for a while. Yoochun's hands were bigger than his own, his fingers seemed longer, stronger somehow. Junsu tried to figure out why that was sexy, but all he got were flashes of Yoochun's hands around his waist, on his chest and, yes he went there, down his pants.
“So, you went into town,” Junsu said. “How was that?”
“It was great. People are nice, the whether was insane. We have to go to the beach tomorrow.”
It was only when they had shared one and a half pizza and Yoochun sat back and his hand creeped up Junsu's thigh that Junsu thought the moment was right. He turned his body to the side and leant into him. He caught a glimps of Yoochun smiling before their lips met. Yoochun's had slid up from his thigh to his hip and up to his back where he fingered the hem and tickled the skin under it with soft caresses.
Their tongues played together slowly, and Junsu kept leaning into him unconsciously, until he was finally lying on his back. Yoochun's grip around his back tightened and he move one hand up to Junsu's neck. Junsu was hovering over him, a bit nervous about pressing their bodies together, but Yoochun was strong and didn't leave him much of a choice. He pulled Junsu down to lie between his legs and hooked one of his own around his bare calve. Their kisses got intense. They turned into what was foreplay for most couples, and Junsu was happy he jerked off earlier that night, otherwise he'd be sporting a boner right then and there and that would be embarrassing. Or very sexy, he couldn't decide.
They hummed into each other's mouths, not breaking apart until absolutely necessary. “This is dangerous,” Yoochun panted. “You're pressing on me.”
Their faces were still too close together for Junsu to see any expression on his face, but he didn't move. “Does it hurt?” he breathed into his ear and felt Yoochun shiver under him. He felt bold, in charge and the way Yoochun was reacting to him was very good for his ego.
“Not exactly,” Yoochun said. “But stay like this for a bit longer and things could get awkward.”
Junsu wanted to say he didn't care, that he wanted to see what would happen, but couldn't get over the fact that really, he wasn't ready for a cock pressed against his hip.
He sat up, kneeling in between Yoochun's spread legs and looked down on him. His shirt had crawled up and revealing a thin happy trail disappearing in to his jeans. In his mind he bent down, licked the trail and unbuttoned his pants, in reality he helped Yoochun up and they made out some more.
“Do we cook? I mean, I can't cook for my life, but if you can then I guess we could do groceries and cook at the house right? It would be a waist not to cook when there's a kitchen right?” Junsu asked and tilted his head towards that what looked like a grocery store on the other side of the street. Yoochun was trying on sunglasses in a small boutique that morning and Junsu was admiring.
“I can try,” Yoochun said. “Can't promise it'll be good though.”
He paid for the sunglasses and put them in Junsu's hair right after.
“I'm keeping these,” Junsu said and put them on his face. “I'm not your purse.”
“I'll track you down anywhere. Those glasses mean a lot to me,” Yoochun said as he pushed the door of the boutique open.
“Oh, because I thought you had just bought them 5 seconds ago,” Junsu said and the rolling of his eyes was completely gone to waist thanks to the dark shades. “You'll have to come to Korea with me to get them back.”
“Maybe I will,” Yoochun said. Now that was interesting. Junsu could clearly remember Yoochun saying in Paris that he wasn't ready to go back. Would he really consider going back for Junsu? If we.. what if we really...dare he think it...fall in love?
They walked next to each other and Junsu was lost in thought. In love with a dude. With a penis. Love was a whole different deal. Lust was what he had been experiencing up until then, but could it change? Could it really become more? Could he fall in love with this guy?
Junsu looked at him sideways, so cool, so nonchalant, utterly attractive in so many ways. What would his mother say if she found out he was infatuated with a man, making out with him as much as he could? She wouldn't hate him, he knew that much. And she had always been the strict parent while his father was much more liberal. Still, he couldn't imagine how that conversation would go.
“Pasta's?” Yoochun asked when they entered the grocery store and Junsu was pushing a cart in front of him. “I suppose that shouldn't be too hard right?”
“Sure,” Junsu said. “We'll figure it out.”
Yoochun put one hand over his and helped him push the empty cart. “We will.”
“Junsu...”
“What? I'll be fine, don't worry. I saw kids half my size jump off.”
“Those were local kids. You don't know what's down there. There could be rocks.”
“I'll be back in a minute,” Junsu grinned before taking a big leap. He flew for a about five seconds before he hit the water with a loud splash. Freedom, freedom, freedom. It sounded cheesy in his head, but it was what he felt. Jumping off a cliff and into the clear blue sea was something he did in dreams and here he was, living it.
The water felt perfect on his skin and he wanted Yoochun to feel it with him, but he knew it would be hopeless to try and get him to jump off that cliff. He had to think of something else.
He swiftly climbed up the cliff, taking the easiest route he had seen the local kids take an hour earlier. Yoochun was sitting there, shirtless and with his new sunglasses on. Junsu slowed down a bit wanting to take in the sight completely now that his stares wouldn't be too suspicious.
“At least get in,” Junsu said when he reached him. “You won't regret it, I swear.”
“I'll pass,” Yoochun said and pushed the glasses up into his hair. “At least until we get to the actual beach where the danger of breaking my bones is smaller.”
“I made it out fine, didn't I? It's so much fun, Yoochun. I'll jump with you.”
“I don't think so.”
“There are a few rocks down there-”
“My point exactly-”
“They're not anywhere near where I jumped, but you can swim up to them and no one will you see you there. They're in the sun, but the cliff blocks them from the beach, so they're...private.” Junsu didn't look at him, but nervously wrung out the pockets of his shorts.
“Where are you going with this?” Yoochun asked and Junsu wished he hadn't said anything. How was he going to explain that he wanted to make out under the burning hot sun, while their wet bodies were sliding together? He couldn't...
“I'll jump. But I'm not going to look and you're going to hold me. And you'll have to push me, because I'm sure as hell not doing it on my own.”
“Really?” Junsu asked in surprise. “You won't regret it, really,” he grinned as Yoochun stood up.
Junsu moved up behind him and put his hands on Yoochun's waist, feeling his naked kin under his fingers. He shivered. “Are your eyes closed.”
“Yeah.”
“You ready?”
“Not really, no.”
Junsu smiled, took a few steps backwards before dashing forward, wrapping his arms around Yoochun's waist and then he jumped.
Yoochun's nails dug into his arms, but he didn't make a sound. And before he knew it, it was over, they hit the water and he had to let go to reach the surface.
The second he came up he felt two hands on his chest before feeling a body pressing up against him from behind. “That better be you,” he panted. He closed his eyes when he felt wet lips at the back of his neck.
“I had my eyes closed, so it wasn't that bad,” Yoochun said hoarsely. “But I'm not doing that again.”
“That's fine,” Junsu said and turned around. “We're here now anyway.” He motioned to the flat rocks a few feet away. “Race you there.”
They swam up to the rocks and Junsu felt crazy butterflies in his stomach as they did.
Soon enough, he found himself pressed up against the side of one of the rocks, one hand in his neck and the other playing with his nipple. The shared rough kisses and Junsu's legs came up to wrap themselves around Yoochun's hips. He clung onto him, the waves were rocking their hips together and his mind went foggy. It felt sinfully good, their groins rubbing onto each other. The doubts form the night before were pushed to the back of his head.
Yoochun's hand travelled down to his waistband and undid the strands that kept up his shorts. And then his hand stopped moving and they broke apart, panting heavily.
Yoochun wanted him, his eyes said it all. Junsu nodded slowly and that was all Yoochun needed. His fingers slid into the waistband, followed by the rest of his hand and there it was. Junsu gasped and rocked into him. Yoochun kissed him, softer than before, held him gentler and Junsu moaned into his mouth when Yoochun squeezed the tip of his cock before sliding his hand down his length and up again.
“Get up there,” Yoochun said softly. Junsu brought his legs down, put his hands on the rock behind him and hauled himself onto it. Yoochun followed him and pushed him backwards, to lie on the hot surface before he straddled him. Junsu felt light coming out of the water, felt the hardness of his cock and the touch of Yoochun's hand around it as an extra sensation. They kept kissing, sloppy and unfocused, because their focus was elsewhere. Yoochun was good at this. Amazing, Junsu thought, heavenly.
His nails dug into Yoochun's back when he felt his orgasm close in. He rocked his hips up, moved with Yoochun's rhythm, before he came hard, moan breaking their kiss.
“Fuck,” Yoochun panted and let his lips travel down to his chest. He pressed a kiss there before standing up. “Jesus Christ,” he said, shaking his head. “I'll be right back,” were his last words before he jumped back into the water.
Junsu stayed there, with the biggest smile on his face. He had let a dude give him a handjob and it was good. And even better, Junsu had felt a hard cock pressing against his thigh and he didn't mind one bit.