They Met In Copenhagen 05.2
Title: They met in Copenhagen
Author: suju_shinki
Genre: Romance, crack, the usuals.
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: 5.2/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu loses his luggage at the airport and his life starts from there.
05.2
“Where did you go?” Junsu asked when Yoochun finally hauled himself back onto the rock.
“Needed to cool down,” Yoochun simply said and lay down on his stomach. Junsu felt the sun burning on his chest and legs and thought turning around was best. How attractive would he be after a sunburn? Not.
“We should have bought sunscreen,” he said. “You look like you burn easily too.” He let his hand roam Yoochun's wet shoulders for a few seconds before laying his head down on his arms. They look at each other.
“Did it feel weird?” Yoochun finally asked and Junsu looked away.
“No.”
“Do you feel guilty about it?”
“No.”
“So it'd be okay if I did that again sometimes?”
Junsu rolled his eyes and buried his face in his arms. “Sure, whatever.” His heart was thrashing in his chest and the smile on his face was impossible to get rid of. That he could get so happy about a simple handjob was beyond him, but he knew very well that it wasn't only the handjob that was making him feel like he did, but the person doing it to him.
They laid there for a while, legs and arms touching, until the waves started getting higher and started splashing against them when they had already almost dried up.
They walked back to the house holding hands without talking much.
“Lunchtime,” Yoochun finally said when they were inside. “What can we come up with?”
Junsu dug up a long loaf of French bread and broke off a piece. “This is good,” he mumbled with his mouth full.
“Use this,” Yoochun said and handed him a pack of basil butter.
“Knife,” Junsu mumbled and Yoochun opened the pack of plastic cutlery they had bought. He hadn't realised how hungry he was until he shoved that piece of bread down his throat. Yoochun poured them two glasses of milk and Junsu pressed a sloppy buttery kiss onto his cheek.
They cleaned off the counter in the kitchen when they were done and Yoochun suggested they'd take a shower.
“Together?” Junsu asked and the expression on Yoochun's face said that, no, that was not what he meant
“Sure, if you want,” Yoochun said in surprise. “Why not.”
“No, I didn't mean...I thought you said-”
“Think about it,” Yoochun shrugged. “You know where I'll be.” He left the kitchen and Junsu waited a whole minute before dashing out after him and into the bathroom. The water was already running and Junsu found Yoochun's shorts and t-shirt lying on the floor. Naked, Junsu thought. He's naked. I'm going to see him naked. We're going to be naked together. Under the shower. Oh god.
“I heard you come in, you know,” Yoochun's voice came from behind the shower curtain. “You can still leave, if you want. Would be a tease though.”
“Well, wouldn't want to me a tease now, would I?” Junsu mumbled and slid his t-shirt off. He hesitated a few seconds before pushing his shorts down over his hips and let them hit the cold tiles. He pulled the curtain open a little and stepped into the shower staring straight ahead.
“Hey,” Yoochun said.
“Hey,” Junsu answered. There was a lot of steam, but not enough to cover up what Junsu was secretly trying to hide.
Yoochun pulled him close so that he stood under the shower ray with him. It was an automatic response, Junsu leaned in and their lips touched. Soft and wet, Yoochun smiled against his lips. “You're so sexy,” he whispered. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Not really,” Junsu answered honestly. “I don't think so...”
Junsu felt Yoochun's hands on his hips and closed his eyes. Their chests touched, before they started kissing again. Junsu's arms came up to Yoochun's neck and their kiss was deepened, the friction of their bodies driving him to the edge once again.
“You can't do this to me,” Yoochun said and pulled away. “Wanting you right now, it hurts, it really, really hurts.”
Junsu bit his lip and smiled. “Really?”
“Shut up, you tease. Shower is over,” Yoochun growled and turned the water off.
Three days, they went by too fast. They woke up in the morning, ate, went to the cliff, swam, ate, strolled through the city, ate and kissed each other through the night.
They talked about their next destination, but honestly, Junsu didn't want to leave their little white beach house. He wondered if they could just spend the rest of his vacation there, immediately followed by the realisation that he only had a week left. He felt like there should be some sort of talk about what was going to happen when he had to go back home. He knew he didn't want to leave Yoochun behind. He didn't want to leave this feeling behind. Not when he knew there was still so much to feel, so much to experience with this one Park Yoochun.
On their fourth night something special happened. Junsu didn't know where it came from, why he had that feeling of 'now or never' but as they laid in bed, mouth's latched together and their hands everywhere they shouldn't be, Junsu pulled away, panting, and stammered: “Do you...do you still have those condoms?”
Yoochun stared up at him, before prodding himself up on his elbows. “Are you serious?”
“If you want,” Junsu quickly said and was so, so thankful they had turned the lights off.
“No, of course I do,” Yoochun said. “I'm just surprised. Are you sure?”
“As sure as I'll ever be,” Junsu breathed out. “I don't have to...you know, right?”
Yoochun smiled and put one of his hands in Junsu's neck before pulling him down for a kiss. “I'll be happy to take that part for my responsibility,” he whispered into Junsu's mouth, making him shudder.
Yoochun got out of bed after that, rummaged through his bag lying on the floor at the other side of the room and came back. Junsu was lying on his side and Yoochun laid down, facing him. The fact that they hadn't been going to bed with shirts on since their first night there was nice. Junsu learned to appreciate the male chest, male nipples. Yoochun's nipples. Though he couldn't see them very clearly in the dark, he knew they were small, brownish, hairless and strangely exciting. He reached up and felt one of them under his fingers. They kissed and Yoochun prodded one of his legs between Junsu's, his thigh pressed against his erection. Junsu spread his legs wider and let Yoochun push him onto his back.
He grabbed one of Junsu's hands and pressed their palms together, the wrapped condom in between.
Junsu's breath hitched and he rolled his hips against Yoochun's thigh. He felt Yoochun's other hand on the waist band of his shorts before it slipped in and took out his hard on.
“Let me suck you,” he panted and Junsu could only nod. Yes.
Yoochun let go of his hand, taking the condom with him. Junsu's shorts came off completely and Yoochun pumped his cock agonizingly slow. Hot air hitting it before he was engulfed by his even hotter mouth. Junsu's hands shot up and he buried one of them in Yoochun's hair and clutched the sheets with the other one.
Yoochun was good. Amazing. Phenomenal. Junsu couldn't think. He could only imagine what it had to look like, cursed himself for being happy with the darkness just minutes ago. His hips came off the bed and his mouth opened in a soft guttural moans.
Junsu could have punched a wall when he felt cold air hit his cock.
“I'm ready,” Yoochun said and Junsu was still wondering what that meant when he heard plastic getting ripped and Yoochun's hand on the base of his cock. Seconds later Yoochun was rolling down the condom on him. “You're going to like this,” he said as he went back to straddling Junsu's hips.
Junsu wished he wasn't such a moron. He couldn't talk with his cock softly bouncing against Yoochun's bare ass. When did that happen?
With one hand on Junsu's chest and the other on the base of his dick, Yoochun lowered himself on it.
A loud moan tore through Junsu's throat as Yoochun hissed and lowered himself further. He put a hand on each side of Junsu's head and brought their faces together for a long, wet and sloppy kiss.
The heat around his cock was excruciating without any friction, so Junsu rolled his hips and Yoochun caught on quickly. He slid himself up and down, meeting Junsu's careful thrusts in the middle. His breath got heavier and he finally broke their kiss, moaning into Junsu's ear.
Junsu was close, too close even. He wasn't taking note of the time, but he was pretty sure that if he came now it would be too soon. Still, the combination of Yoochun's extremely tight heat, it being Junsu's first time having gay sex and Yoochun's insanely sexy moans made him spill.
Yoochun stopped and pressed their mouths back together. Junsu's limbs felt heavy, his eyes closed automatically and he barely noticed the stream of hot liquid shooting out over his stomach.
Yoochun toppled onto him and Junsu's cock slipped out of his hole. He reached down to take the condom off and dropped it on the floor near the bed.
“Was it good?” Junsu heard himself ask and Yoochun hummed into his ear.
“It was great,” Yoochun murmured. “Did you enjoy it?”
Junsu nodded and let his hands rest on Yoochun's back, digging his nails in lightly. “Thank you.”
Junsu woke up with the biggest smile on his face. Yoochun was smiling at him when he rolled over.
“Good morning,” Junsu said hoarsely and rolled onto his stomach, resting his head on his arms.
“Morning,” Yoochun said and buried his hand in Junsu's hair. “You look well rested.”
Junsu closed his eyes again and hummed in contentment. Yoochun's smooth hand travelled down from his hair to his neck and shoulders and a few seconds later he felt soft lips on his shoulder blades.
“What do you want to do today?” he asked, his hot breath hitting Junsu's skin sending shivers down his spine.
“Nothing,” Junsu murmured. “Absolutely nothing.”
Yoochun chuckled softly and retreated. “I'll be right back. Don't move.”
Though Junsu had the urge to get up and follow Yoochun to where ever he went, he didn't have to be told twice. The bed, their bed, the bed they had slept in, had had sex in, he didn't want to leave it. He could smell Yoochun's scent in the covers mixing in with his own creating what Junsu imagined love to smell like. Wait, what.
Too late, his mind went there. Was he really going to fall for a guy he would have to leave behind in a week? The sensation in his chest said yes. The sensation in his dick said hell yes. He groaned into his arms before rolling onto his back. How on earth does he handle this? Yoochun wasn't going back home with him, he knew that. They had joked about it a few time, but Yoochun had eventually made it very clear that he was not planning on going back any time soon. Nevertheless Junsu kept in mind that Yoochun had roots in Korea and that sooner or later he'd go back. And who knew, maybe if Yoochun's had the same feelings for Junsu as Junsu had for him, they'd make it happen somehow. Keyword being if. Though Yoochun was less of a mystery than in the beginning and much more approachable, Junsu still found him to fit into the 'hopeless romantic' category, which gave Junsu a bot more hope. Who knew, things may just work out fine.
And when Yoochun came back into the room holding a tray with two glasses of orange juice, bread and basil butter and Junsu knew he was, indeed, in love.
Junsu sat up and gawked at him. “Really?”
“Breakfast in bed after a night of sex,” Yoochun smiled. “Why not?” He handed Junsu a glass, picked up the other one and put the tray down on the bed in front of Junsu's folded legs, and sat down facing him. His boxers were tight, his hair tied up in a ponytail. Junsu took a sip of his juice as a way of getting over all the sexy that was going on in front of him.
“Thanks,” he finally said and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I'll do it tomorrow.” e
“Does that mean we're having sex again tonight?”
Junsu was caught in the middle of another sip and silently choked a little bit. “Inappropriate much,” Junsu said, only because he couldn't come up with anything sexy or witty to say at that point.
Yoochun laughed and shrugged. “How is talking about sex inappropriate when you've just had it?”
“It's kind of a heavy subject to talk about over breakfast,” Junsu murmured before grabbing a piece of bread and taking a large bite out of it.
“Have you decided where you want to head next?” Yoochun asked and Junsu traced his finger over the rim of his glass and shrugged
“We could stay here longer if you want,” Yoochun suggested. “It's hard to say goodbye to paradise.”
Junsu knew he was talking about the house and the city in general, but Junsu got a warm feeling at the idea that he was undeniably part of Yoochun's paradise.
“Can we stay until I have to go home?”
“Of course. Which is when exactly?”
“Sunday,” Junsu said and watched Yoochun push the tray to one side of the bed. He took Junsu's glass out of his hand and put both his and his own down on the floor before turning back to him and leaning in. Junsu's back was pressed against a few pillows as Yoochun hovered over him. “Let's make the best of the time we have left then,” he breathed and brushed their noses together. Junsu automatically turned his face up and pressed their lips together. Yoochun nipped at his lips, soft and careful bites, little licks and a tongue tasting like orange juice.
It's hard to say goodbye to paradise.
Author: suju_shinki
Genre: Romance, crack, the usuals.
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: 5.2/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu loses his luggage at the airport and his life starts from there.
05.2
“Where did you go?” Junsu asked when Yoochun finally hauled himself back onto the rock.
“Needed to cool down,” Yoochun simply said and lay down on his stomach. Junsu felt the sun burning on his chest and legs and thought turning around was best. How attractive would he be after a sunburn? Not.
“We should have bought sunscreen,” he said. “You look like you burn easily too.” He let his hand roam Yoochun's wet shoulders for a few seconds before laying his head down on his arms. They look at each other.
“Did it feel weird?” Yoochun finally asked and Junsu looked away.
“No.”
“Do you feel guilty about it?”
“No.”
“So it'd be okay if I did that again sometimes?”
Junsu rolled his eyes and buried his face in his arms. “Sure, whatever.” His heart was thrashing in his chest and the smile on his face was impossible to get rid of. That he could get so happy about a simple handjob was beyond him, but he knew very well that it wasn't only the handjob that was making him feel like he did, but the person doing it to him.
They laid there for a while, legs and arms touching, until the waves started getting higher and started splashing against them when they had already almost dried up.
They walked back to the house holding hands without talking much.
“Lunchtime,” Yoochun finally said when they were inside. “What can we come up with?”
Junsu dug up a long loaf of French bread and broke off a piece. “This is good,” he mumbled with his mouth full.
“Use this,” Yoochun said and handed him a pack of basil butter.
“Knife,” Junsu mumbled and Yoochun opened the pack of plastic cutlery they had bought. He hadn't realised how hungry he was until he shoved that piece of bread down his throat. Yoochun poured them two glasses of milk and Junsu pressed a sloppy buttery kiss onto his cheek.
They cleaned off the counter in the kitchen when they were done and Yoochun suggested they'd take a shower.
“Together?” Junsu asked and the expression on Yoochun's face said that, no, that was not what he meant
“Sure, if you want,” Yoochun said in surprise. “Why not.”
“No, I didn't mean...I thought you said-”
“Think about it,” Yoochun shrugged. “You know where I'll be.” He left the kitchen and Junsu waited a whole minute before dashing out after him and into the bathroom. The water was already running and Junsu found Yoochun's shorts and t-shirt lying on the floor. Naked, Junsu thought. He's naked. I'm going to see him naked. We're going to be naked together. Under the shower. Oh god.
“I heard you come in, you know,” Yoochun's voice came from behind the shower curtain. “You can still leave, if you want. Would be a tease though.”
“Well, wouldn't want to me a tease now, would I?” Junsu mumbled and slid his t-shirt off. He hesitated a few seconds before pushing his shorts down over his hips and let them hit the cold tiles. He pulled the curtain open a little and stepped into the shower staring straight ahead.
“Hey,” Yoochun said.
“Hey,” Junsu answered. There was a lot of steam, but not enough to cover up what Junsu was secretly trying to hide.
Yoochun pulled him close so that he stood under the shower ray with him. It was an automatic response, Junsu leaned in and their lips touched. Soft and wet, Yoochun smiled against his lips. “You're so sexy,” he whispered. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Not really,” Junsu answered honestly. “I don't think so...”
Junsu felt Yoochun's hands on his hips and closed his eyes. Their chests touched, before they started kissing again. Junsu's arms came up to Yoochun's neck and their kiss was deepened, the friction of their bodies driving him to the edge once again.
“You can't do this to me,” Yoochun said and pulled away. “Wanting you right now, it hurts, it really, really hurts.”
Junsu bit his lip and smiled. “Really?”
“Shut up, you tease. Shower is over,” Yoochun growled and turned the water off.
Three days, they went by too fast. They woke up in the morning, ate, went to the cliff, swam, ate, strolled through the city, ate and kissed each other through the night.
They talked about their next destination, but honestly, Junsu didn't want to leave their little white beach house. He wondered if they could just spend the rest of his vacation there, immediately followed by the realisation that he only had a week left. He felt like there should be some sort of talk about what was going to happen when he had to go back home. He knew he didn't want to leave Yoochun behind. He didn't want to leave this feeling behind. Not when he knew there was still so much to feel, so much to experience with this one Park Yoochun.
On their fourth night something special happened. Junsu didn't know where it came from, why he had that feeling of 'now or never' but as they laid in bed, mouth's latched together and their hands everywhere they shouldn't be, Junsu pulled away, panting, and stammered: “Do you...do you still have those condoms?”
Yoochun stared up at him, before prodding himself up on his elbows. “Are you serious?”
“If you want,” Junsu quickly said and was so, so thankful they had turned the lights off.
“No, of course I do,” Yoochun said. “I'm just surprised. Are you sure?”
“As sure as I'll ever be,” Junsu breathed out. “I don't have to...you know, right?”
Yoochun smiled and put one of his hands in Junsu's neck before pulling him down for a kiss. “I'll be happy to take that part for my responsibility,” he whispered into Junsu's mouth, making him shudder.
Yoochun got out of bed after that, rummaged through his bag lying on the floor at the other side of the room and came back. Junsu was lying on his side and Yoochun laid down, facing him. The fact that they hadn't been going to bed with shirts on since their first night there was nice. Junsu learned to appreciate the male chest, male nipples. Yoochun's nipples. Though he couldn't see them very clearly in the dark, he knew they were small, brownish, hairless and strangely exciting. He reached up and felt one of them under his fingers. They kissed and Yoochun prodded one of his legs between Junsu's, his thigh pressed against his erection. Junsu spread his legs wider and let Yoochun push him onto his back.
He grabbed one of Junsu's hands and pressed their palms together, the wrapped condom in between.
Junsu's breath hitched and he rolled his hips against Yoochun's thigh. He felt Yoochun's other hand on the waist band of his shorts before it slipped in and took out his hard on.
“Let me suck you,” he panted and Junsu could only nod. Yes.
Yoochun let go of his hand, taking the condom with him. Junsu's shorts came off completely and Yoochun pumped his cock agonizingly slow. Hot air hitting it before he was engulfed by his even hotter mouth. Junsu's hands shot up and he buried one of them in Yoochun's hair and clutched the sheets with the other one.
Yoochun was good. Amazing. Phenomenal. Junsu couldn't think. He could only imagine what it had to look like, cursed himself for being happy with the darkness just minutes ago. His hips came off the bed and his mouth opened in a soft guttural moans.
Junsu could have punched a wall when he felt cold air hit his cock.
“I'm ready,” Yoochun said and Junsu was still wondering what that meant when he heard plastic getting ripped and Yoochun's hand on the base of his cock. Seconds later Yoochun was rolling down the condom on him. “You're going to like this,” he said as he went back to straddling Junsu's hips.
Junsu wished he wasn't such a moron. He couldn't talk with his cock softly bouncing against Yoochun's bare ass. When did that happen?
With one hand on Junsu's chest and the other on the base of his dick, Yoochun lowered himself on it.
A loud moan tore through Junsu's throat as Yoochun hissed and lowered himself further. He put a hand on each side of Junsu's head and brought their faces together for a long, wet and sloppy kiss.
The heat around his cock was excruciating without any friction, so Junsu rolled his hips and Yoochun caught on quickly. He slid himself up and down, meeting Junsu's careful thrusts in the middle. His breath got heavier and he finally broke their kiss, moaning into Junsu's ear.
Junsu was close, too close even. He wasn't taking note of the time, but he was pretty sure that if he came now it would be too soon. Still, the combination of Yoochun's extremely tight heat, it being Junsu's first time having gay sex and Yoochun's insanely sexy moans made him spill.
Yoochun stopped and pressed their mouths back together. Junsu's limbs felt heavy, his eyes closed automatically and he barely noticed the stream of hot liquid shooting out over his stomach.
Yoochun toppled onto him and Junsu's cock slipped out of his hole. He reached down to take the condom off and dropped it on the floor near the bed.
“Was it good?” Junsu heard himself ask and Yoochun hummed into his ear.
“It was great,” Yoochun murmured. “Did you enjoy it?”
Junsu nodded and let his hands rest on Yoochun's back, digging his nails in lightly. “Thank you.”
Junsu woke up with the biggest smile on his face. Yoochun was smiling at him when he rolled over.
“Good morning,” Junsu said hoarsely and rolled onto his stomach, resting his head on his arms.
“Morning,” Yoochun said and buried his hand in Junsu's hair. “You look well rested.”
Junsu closed his eyes again and hummed in contentment. Yoochun's smooth hand travelled down from his hair to his neck and shoulders and a few seconds later he felt soft lips on his shoulder blades.
“What do you want to do today?” he asked, his hot breath hitting Junsu's skin sending shivers down his spine.
“Nothing,” Junsu murmured. “Absolutely nothing.”
Yoochun chuckled softly and retreated. “I'll be right back. Don't move.”
Though Junsu had the urge to get up and follow Yoochun to where ever he went, he didn't have to be told twice. The bed, their bed, the bed they had slept in, had had sex in, he didn't want to leave it. He could smell Yoochun's scent in the covers mixing in with his own creating what Junsu imagined love to smell like. Wait, what.
Too late, his mind went there. Was he really going to fall for a guy he would have to leave behind in a week? The sensation in his chest said yes. The sensation in his dick said hell yes. He groaned into his arms before rolling onto his back. How on earth does he handle this? Yoochun wasn't going back home with him, he knew that. They had joked about it a few time, but Yoochun had eventually made it very clear that he was not planning on going back any time soon. Nevertheless Junsu kept in mind that Yoochun had roots in Korea and that sooner or later he'd go back. And who knew, maybe if Yoochun's had the same feelings for Junsu as Junsu had for him, they'd make it happen somehow. Keyword being if. Though Yoochun was less of a mystery than in the beginning and much more approachable, Junsu still found him to fit into the 'hopeless romantic' category, which gave Junsu a bot more hope. Who knew, things may just work out fine.
And when Yoochun came back into the room holding a tray with two glasses of orange juice, bread and basil butter and Junsu knew he was, indeed, in love.
Junsu sat up and gawked at him. “Really?”
“Breakfast in bed after a night of sex,” Yoochun smiled. “Why not?” He handed Junsu a glass, picked up the other one and put the tray down on the bed in front of Junsu's folded legs, and sat down facing him. His boxers were tight, his hair tied up in a ponytail. Junsu took a sip of his juice as a way of getting over all the sexy that was going on in front of him.
“Thanks,” he finally said and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I'll do it tomorrow.” e
“Does that mean we're having sex again tonight?”
Junsu was caught in the middle of another sip and silently choked a little bit. “Inappropriate much,” Junsu said, only because he couldn't come up with anything sexy or witty to say at that point.
Yoochun laughed and shrugged. “How is talking about sex inappropriate when you've just had it?”
“It's kind of a heavy subject to talk about over breakfast,” Junsu murmured before grabbing a piece of bread and taking a large bite out of it.
“Have you decided where you want to head next?” Yoochun asked and Junsu traced his finger over the rim of his glass and shrugged
“We could stay here longer if you want,” Yoochun suggested. “It's hard to say goodbye to paradise.”
Junsu knew he was talking about the house and the city in general, but Junsu got a warm feeling at the idea that he was undeniably part of Yoochun's paradise.
“Can we stay until I have to go home?”
“Of course. Which is when exactly?”
“Sunday,” Junsu said and watched Yoochun push the tray to one side of the bed. He took Junsu's glass out of his hand and put both his and his own down on the floor before turning back to him and leaning in. Junsu's back was pressed against a few pillows as Yoochun hovered over him. “Let's make the best of the time we have left then,” he breathed and brushed their noses together. Junsu automatically turned his face up and pressed their lips together. Yoochun nipped at his lips, soft and careful bites, little licks and a tongue tasting like orange juice.
It's hard to say goodbye to paradise.