Anaconda's and Smurfs.
Title: Anaconda's and Smurfs.
author: suju_shinki
pairing: Yoosu
Rating: R
genre: Crack, fluff
length: Oneshot
summary; With stress come crazy dreams.
AN: more fics for peachinlabel
Yoochun had been sitting with his head on his arms for the last half hour and Junsu was starting to think his boyfriend had fallen asleep, when all of a sudden he heard his name.
“Junsu.”
“What?”
Yoochun's arm came up and he dropped it heavily onto Junsu's books. “Junsu.”
“What, Yoochun?”
His hand came up again and smacked Junsu in the face. “Junsu, I want coffee.”
“You dick!” Junsu hissed and pushed him away. “I thought you were sleep talking. Go get your own coffee.”
Yoochun peeked at him through one eye. “Are you really going to be like that? I'm barely awake and you're going let me walk to the other side of the library in the state that I'm in?”
“And what state are you in? You're legs aren't broken are they? You're awake aren't you? Go get your own coffee.”
Yoochun hauled himself to sit right up and put his chin on Junsu's shoulder. “Please, baby,” he murmured against his neck, his eyes closing again. “Please, I'll do anything for you after I had my cup of coffee, okay?” He pressed soft, lazy kisses against Junsu's skin, making him freeze in his spot. “People are looking, Yoochun.”
Junsu felt Yoochun's teeth scrape against his nape and shivered. “Stop it. I'll go get your damn coffee. Stay awake until I come back.”
“Thanks, babe. Kiss.”
And Junsu turned his head for a quick touch of their lips before he stood up.
Junsu didn't really blame him for being tired. They hadn't had a good night sleep in over a week, instead their nights were filled with statistics, neurology and a million different theories. It was their last exam week of the year and having slacked off for the entire year came back to bite them in the ass. Falling for his classmate ended up being the worst idea ever, though he really didn't have a choice in that. They'd make study dates and end up naked under the shower, they'd decide not to spend the night together because they were supposed to be in class early the next morning, and end up texting until 4 in the morning. Yoochun was a lot to handle, strong personality, blah blah blah. He knew the psychological way to describe it but he still chose for 'pain in the ass' most of the time.
He brought up a hand to his neck as he walked to the coffee machine and wiped away the wetness Yoochun had left behind. They had had a quicky before their test that morning. It had become a bit of a tradition, sex before a test, since they had found that it was proven you could get higher grades by doing so. Something about lessening stress. It worked, so at least they had that on their side.
They only had an hour left before it was midnight and the library would close. He wished that they could just go home after that. Go to sleep, sleep and wake up when everything was over and they only had two months of summer in front of them with nothing to do. To bad that was not going to happen ever. This summer was set out with internship, researches and other productive bullcrap he couldn't get himself to care about at that moment.
He took the first white cup of coffee out and put more coins in for another. Another deep sigh.
When he came back to their table and saw Yoochun lying with his face flat against the table with his mouth slightly open.
Junsu flopped down into his chair, suddenly drained from any energy he had left.
“Yoochun,” he said softly, but didn't get an answer. He watched his boyfriend's lips move, soundless murmurs in his sleep. Junsu took a sip of coffee and got startled when Yoochun's murmurs got louder all of a sudden.
“...ass...manaconda...smurfette...hiss...”
“What did you say?” Junsu asked and couldn't wipe the smile off his face anymore.
“My...anaconda...Junsu...Junsu...assssss...”
“You're having a wet dream in the library, you sicko,” Junsu chuckled and took out his cellphone. He brushed away the hair on Yoochun's forehead and snapped a few pictures, before carefully shaking him awake. “Babe, come on. We're not done yet,” he said, softly squeezing his shoulder. Yoochun's eyes shot open and sat up with a startle.
“What...”
“You fell asleep even though you promised you wouldn't,” Junsu said and handed him his cup of coffee. “You alright?”
“I'm so tired, Junsu,” he said, followed by a yawn. Junsu brought his hand up to Yoochun's cheek and pinched it. “You're cute when you're tired. Not so much when you complain about it, though.”
Yoochun shook his head, blinked a few times, shaking the sleep out of his eyes before take a big sip of his dark coffee. “Thanks for this.”
“You talked in your sleep,” Junsu said, taking a sip of his own coffee. “What do ass, anaconda and smurfette have to do with each other?”
Yoochun stared at him and then blinked. “Am I still sleeping?”
“That's what you said. And then you made this weird hissing sound and you said my name a few times,” Junsu said and leaned back into his chair, holding his coffee with two hands. He slid one of his feet between Yoochun's and intertwined their legs.
“I really have no idea what you're talking about,” Yoochun chuckled. “I don't remember dreams very often.”
“Well, you were dreaming out loud,” Junsu shrugged. “I wonder if you do that a lot. I wouldn't know because I'm rarely awake when you're asleep, but I think I'm going to watch you more often-”
“You're rambling,” Yoochun laughed and his voice was a little hoarse. “I don't want to get back to work either, but I think we have too. The library is closing in an hour, isn't it? We need to see where we can go after this.”
Junsu sighed loudly and hauled himself to sit up straight and groaned. “When is this going to end?”
“We need to start before it can end, don't we?” Yoochun said and pulled his misty blue notebook closer.
“Aren't you the poet all of a sudden,” Junsu murmured and pulled his own books into place. “Where were we?”
An hour and a half later they were back at the dormitories, standing at the entrance of the study hall.
“If we go in there...we're going to be in there for a long time,” Yoochun said. “We can go upstairs. To my room. Where we can sleep. Sleep...”
“You're delusional. One second you're saying we should keep going and the next you're sleeping on my shoulder.”
“I know. I mean I don't...know. I think. What were we talking about?”
“Yoochun...if we fail this...”
“We'll fail if we fall asleep during that test. I can't even think anymore right now, let alone think. We should know better than to try and study. We're psychology majors for Christ's sake,” Yoochun said and tugged at Junsu's sleeve. Junsu peered into the study hall and found a few study groups scattered around the hall, most of them psychology majors and a few maths majors Junsu recognised.
“That coffee didn't help at all,” Yoochun continued. “Every time I blink I have to stop my self from falling asleep. And you're tired too, I see it. You're eyes are red. And this test starts at eight in the morning. If we want to have sex before it-”
“Ssssh.” Junsu looked around to see if anyone had heard him.
“I want to go to bed, but I don't want to leave you here alone. So you can choose what we're going to do. Do we sleep and make this test as good as we can or do we not sleep and...well not sleep, I guess. Because-”
“I get it,” Junsu snapped. “I know it's not going to help, but if we don't and we fail I'll feel like we could have studied more-”
“But we can't,” Yoochun said and slid his arm around Junsu's waist. “Come on.” He lead him to the stairs where they leant on each other for support to climb it. Yoochun's door was one of the first and when they entered they found his room mate, Changmin, lying on the couch with books on his stomach, on the table and on the floor.
“Go ahead,” Yoochun whispered and Junsu went into Yoochun's room. He took his shoes off, threw his bag on the floor and himself in Yoochun's small bed. He closed his eyes and when he opened them it was morning again. Yoochun stirred next to him and to Junsu's surprise he was talking again. “...anaconda...pappa smurf...hisss...Junsu...hiss... misty blue anaconda...hiss...hiss...hissss...”
“What the fuck,” Junsu croaked out and prodded himself up on his elbow. He looked at his watch and saw that it was 7 in the morning. If they were going to have sex, Yoochun needed to wake up now.
“Babe,” Junsu said and shook him.
“Hiss...hisss....”
“Yoochun, wake up...” he said a bit louder this time and shook him firmly. Yoochun's eyes shot open and stared at him in shock.
“Are we late?” he asked and sat up.
“It's seven. You were dreaming again,” Junsu said and pulled him back to lie down. “What were you dreaming about? It was the same thing as last night.”
“It was...really weird.”
Junsu was a whole lot more alert after that. “You remember?”
“Yeah...” Yoochun said and laughed. “O god, this was so weird,” he chuckled and nuzzled his face into Junsu's neck. “You were blue. Like a smurf. And you had long blond hair like...”
“Why the hell am I smurfette in your dream?” Junsu frowned.
“I don't know. Dreams are weird and random like that. My cock was a snake, imagine that. And it kept hissing...at your blue ass...”
“Are you for real?”
“I swear,” Yoochun said and he seemed very amused with himself. “Isn't it time for you to get on?”
“On what?” Junsu asked. “Your blue anaconda?”
“My anaconda wasn't blue,” Yoochun chuckled. “Or was it? I can' t remember.”
“Whatever, boyfriend. Is your anaconda stiff or do I have to pet it first?”
“...I know that was supposed to be a joke, but that sounded totally sexy.”
Junsu rolled his eyes before fumbling his boxers off from under the sheets. Yoochun had taken his jeans and shirt off for him the night before, without waking him up.
He flung one leg over Yoochun's hips and pulled the rest of his body up.
“I don't know...” Yoochun said and trailed his hand over Junsu's chest. “You look so pain compared to how blue you were in my dream. And the long wavy blond hair-”
“Oh, shut up,” Junsu said and cupped Yoochun's dick through his boxers. “Your cock isn't exactly an anaconda either.”
“Blow to ego,” Yoochun gasp as Junsu was busy pulling his penis out of his boxers and positioning himself.
Right as he was about to lower himself, the door flung open. Junsu and Yoochun froze and stared at each other.
“Jesus Christ!” they heard before the door slammed shut again. “I...just wanted to see if you guys were awake...I'll go stab my eyes out now.” Changmin called out from the other side.
“O my god,” Junsu whispered. “Did he see my ass?”
“No, the covers doing their job,” Yoochun said, but he still looked startled.
“O my god,” Junsu repeated. “O my god, Changmin...”
“You know what's funny though,” Yoochun said. “In my dream...Changmin was Gargamel.”
author: suju_shinki
pairing: Yoosu
Rating: R
genre: Crack, fluff
length: Oneshot
summary; With stress come crazy dreams.
AN: more fics for peachinlabel
Yoochun had been sitting with his head on his arms for the last half hour and Junsu was starting to think his boyfriend had fallen asleep, when all of a sudden he heard his name.
“Junsu.”
“What?”
Yoochun's arm came up and he dropped it heavily onto Junsu's books. “Junsu.”
“What, Yoochun?”
His hand came up again and smacked Junsu in the face. “Junsu, I want coffee.”
“You dick!” Junsu hissed and pushed him away. “I thought you were sleep talking. Go get your own coffee.”
Yoochun peeked at him through one eye. “Are you really going to be like that? I'm barely awake and you're going let me walk to the other side of the library in the state that I'm in?”
“And what state are you in? You're legs aren't broken are they? You're awake aren't you? Go get your own coffee.”
Yoochun hauled himself to sit right up and put his chin on Junsu's shoulder. “Please, baby,” he murmured against his neck, his eyes closing again. “Please, I'll do anything for you after I had my cup of coffee, okay?” He pressed soft, lazy kisses against Junsu's skin, making him freeze in his spot. “People are looking, Yoochun.”
Junsu felt Yoochun's teeth scrape against his nape and shivered. “Stop it. I'll go get your damn coffee. Stay awake until I come back.”
“Thanks, babe. Kiss.”
And Junsu turned his head for a quick touch of their lips before he stood up.
Junsu didn't really blame him for being tired. They hadn't had a good night sleep in over a week, instead their nights were filled with statistics, neurology and a million different theories. It was their last exam week of the year and having slacked off for the entire year came back to bite them in the ass. Falling for his classmate ended up being the worst idea ever, though he really didn't have a choice in that. They'd make study dates and end up naked under the shower, they'd decide not to spend the night together because they were supposed to be in class early the next morning, and end up texting until 4 in the morning. Yoochun was a lot to handle, strong personality, blah blah blah. He knew the psychological way to describe it but he still chose for 'pain in the ass' most of the time.
He brought up a hand to his neck as he walked to the coffee machine and wiped away the wetness Yoochun had left behind. They had had a quicky before their test that morning. It had become a bit of a tradition, sex before a test, since they had found that it was proven you could get higher grades by doing so. Something about lessening stress. It worked, so at least they had that on their side.
They only had an hour left before it was midnight and the library would close. He wished that they could just go home after that. Go to sleep, sleep and wake up when everything was over and they only had two months of summer in front of them with nothing to do. To bad that was not going to happen ever. This summer was set out with internship, researches and other productive bullcrap he couldn't get himself to care about at that moment.
He took the first white cup of coffee out and put more coins in for another. Another deep sigh.
When he came back to their table and saw Yoochun lying with his face flat against the table with his mouth slightly open.
Junsu flopped down into his chair, suddenly drained from any energy he had left.
“Yoochun,” he said softly, but didn't get an answer. He watched his boyfriend's lips move, soundless murmurs in his sleep. Junsu took a sip of coffee and got startled when Yoochun's murmurs got louder all of a sudden.
“...ass...manaconda...smurfette...hiss...”
“What did you say?” Junsu asked and couldn't wipe the smile off his face anymore.
“My...anaconda...Junsu...Junsu...assssss...”
“You're having a wet dream in the library, you sicko,” Junsu chuckled and took out his cellphone. He brushed away the hair on Yoochun's forehead and snapped a few pictures, before carefully shaking him awake. “Babe, come on. We're not done yet,” he said, softly squeezing his shoulder. Yoochun's eyes shot open and sat up with a startle.
“What...”
“You fell asleep even though you promised you wouldn't,” Junsu said and handed him his cup of coffee. “You alright?”
“I'm so tired, Junsu,” he said, followed by a yawn. Junsu brought his hand up to Yoochun's cheek and pinched it. “You're cute when you're tired. Not so much when you complain about it, though.”
Yoochun shook his head, blinked a few times, shaking the sleep out of his eyes before take a big sip of his dark coffee. “Thanks for this.”
“You talked in your sleep,” Junsu said, taking a sip of his own coffee. “What do ass, anaconda and smurfette have to do with each other?”
Yoochun stared at him and then blinked. “Am I still sleeping?”
“That's what you said. And then you made this weird hissing sound and you said my name a few times,” Junsu said and leaned back into his chair, holding his coffee with two hands. He slid one of his feet between Yoochun's and intertwined their legs.
“I really have no idea what you're talking about,” Yoochun chuckled. “I don't remember dreams very often.”
“Well, you were dreaming out loud,” Junsu shrugged. “I wonder if you do that a lot. I wouldn't know because I'm rarely awake when you're asleep, but I think I'm going to watch you more often-”
“You're rambling,” Yoochun laughed and his voice was a little hoarse. “I don't want to get back to work either, but I think we have too. The library is closing in an hour, isn't it? We need to see where we can go after this.”
Junsu sighed loudly and hauled himself to sit up straight and groaned. “When is this going to end?”
“We need to start before it can end, don't we?” Yoochun said and pulled his misty blue notebook closer.
“Aren't you the poet all of a sudden,” Junsu murmured and pulled his own books into place. “Where were we?”
An hour and a half later they were back at the dormitories, standing at the entrance of the study hall.
“If we go in there...we're going to be in there for a long time,” Yoochun said. “We can go upstairs. To my room. Where we can sleep. Sleep...”
“You're delusional. One second you're saying we should keep going and the next you're sleeping on my shoulder.”
“I know. I mean I don't...know. I think. What were we talking about?”
“Yoochun...if we fail this...”
“We'll fail if we fall asleep during that test. I can't even think anymore right now, let alone think. We should know better than to try and study. We're psychology majors for Christ's sake,” Yoochun said and tugged at Junsu's sleeve. Junsu peered into the study hall and found a few study groups scattered around the hall, most of them psychology majors and a few maths majors Junsu recognised.
“That coffee didn't help at all,” Yoochun continued. “Every time I blink I have to stop my self from falling asleep. And you're tired too, I see it. You're eyes are red. And this test starts at eight in the morning. If we want to have sex before it-”
“Ssssh.” Junsu looked around to see if anyone had heard him.
“I want to go to bed, but I don't want to leave you here alone. So you can choose what we're going to do. Do we sleep and make this test as good as we can or do we not sleep and...well not sleep, I guess. Because-”
“I get it,” Junsu snapped. “I know it's not going to help, but if we don't and we fail I'll feel like we could have studied more-”
“But we can't,” Yoochun said and slid his arm around Junsu's waist. “Come on.” He lead him to the stairs where they leant on each other for support to climb it. Yoochun's door was one of the first and when they entered they found his room mate, Changmin, lying on the couch with books on his stomach, on the table and on the floor.
“Go ahead,” Yoochun whispered and Junsu went into Yoochun's room. He took his shoes off, threw his bag on the floor and himself in Yoochun's small bed. He closed his eyes and when he opened them it was morning again. Yoochun stirred next to him and to Junsu's surprise he was talking again. “...anaconda...pappa smurf...hisss...Junsu...hiss... misty blue anaconda...hiss...hiss...hissss...”
“What the fuck,” Junsu croaked out and prodded himself up on his elbow. He looked at his watch and saw that it was 7 in the morning. If they were going to have sex, Yoochun needed to wake up now.
“Babe,” Junsu said and shook him.
“Hiss...hisss....”
“Yoochun, wake up...” he said a bit louder this time and shook him firmly. Yoochun's eyes shot open and stared at him in shock.
“Are we late?” he asked and sat up.
“It's seven. You were dreaming again,” Junsu said and pulled him back to lie down. “What were you dreaming about? It was the same thing as last night.”
“It was...really weird.”
Junsu was a whole lot more alert after that. “You remember?”
“Yeah...” Yoochun said and laughed. “O god, this was so weird,” he chuckled and nuzzled his face into Junsu's neck. “You were blue. Like a smurf. And you had long blond hair like...”
“Why the hell am I smurfette in your dream?” Junsu frowned.
“I don't know. Dreams are weird and random like that. My cock was a snake, imagine that. And it kept hissing...at your blue ass...”
“Are you for real?”
“I swear,” Yoochun said and he seemed very amused with himself. “Isn't it time for you to get on?”
“On what?” Junsu asked. “Your blue anaconda?”
“My anaconda wasn't blue,” Yoochun chuckled. “Or was it? I can' t remember.”
“Whatever, boyfriend. Is your anaconda stiff or do I have to pet it first?”
“...I know that was supposed to be a joke, but that sounded totally sexy.”
Junsu rolled his eyes before fumbling his boxers off from under the sheets. Yoochun had taken his jeans and shirt off for him the night before, without waking him up.
He flung one leg over Yoochun's hips and pulled the rest of his body up.
“I don't know...” Yoochun said and trailed his hand over Junsu's chest. “You look so pain compared to how blue you were in my dream. And the long wavy blond hair-”
“Oh, shut up,” Junsu said and cupped Yoochun's dick through his boxers. “Your cock isn't exactly an anaconda either.”
“Blow to ego,” Yoochun gasp as Junsu was busy pulling his penis out of his boxers and positioning himself.
Right as he was about to lower himself, the door flung open. Junsu and Yoochun froze and stared at each other.
“Jesus Christ!” they heard before the door slammed shut again. “I...just wanted to see if you guys were awake...I'll go stab my eyes out now.” Changmin called out from the other side.
“O my god,” Junsu whispered. “Did he see my ass?”
“No, the covers doing their job,” Yoochun said, but he still looked startled.
“O my god,” Junsu repeated. “O my god, Changmin...”
“You know what's funny though,” Yoochun said. “In my dream...Changmin was Gargamel.”