Two are Better than One
Two are Better than One.
Three is a Crowd
Rating: ***NC-17***
Pairing: MinSu, implied YooHyuk
Genre: Smuuuuuut.
Notes: Wow so like, after writing some random angst, I decided to write a sequel to make myself feel better about it. And the sequel came out really freaking good. o___o. In my opinion of course. I’m kind of excited about this. And btw, this is probably the smuttiest smut I have ever written. *pose* If anyone wants a PG version, let me know. And btw, even though Three is a Crowd was based on true events, this definitely wasn’t. I wish. XD
But my Changmin is very amazing.
Part 1 - Three is a Crowd.
Junsu lay in a strange bed, in a strange country, struggling to contain his tears… at least until Changmin, who had been assigned his roommate, was asleep.
At least Junsu hadn’t gotten Yoochun as a roommate. He sniffled, remembering a time when they would fight and plead to be put together. Then they would stay up all night talking, and be practically dead the next morning. But it was so worth it.
It was so hard to know if Changmin was asleep. He was so quiet and still in his sleep, sometimes Junsu would wonder if he was even still alive.
Junsu rubbed his face against the soft pillowcase and closed his eyes as warm tears streamed down his face.
Eunhyuk hadn’t even remembered to say goodbye to him. Junsu was probably going to be at least a month in Japan, and his best friend didn’t care about anything but being away from Yoochun.
Junsu didn’t know if he was crying because Eunhyuk didn’t miss him, or because Yoochun couldn’t see Junsu standing beside him, or because all of it, every little bit was completely his fault.
Who knew that introducing his two best friends to one another would end in such sorrow.
Junsu continued quietly crying into the pillow until he heard the rustling of a sheet coming from the bed beside him. He immediately froze.
“Hyung?” Changmin mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, “Are you okay?”
“Of course, Min,” Junsu replied. He was surprised at how shaky his voice came out. It was pretty obvious that he was not okay, and of course Changmin knew immediately, even in a half asleep daze. He wasn’t ‘the smart one’ for nothing.
Changmin got up and walked over to the edge of Junsu’s bed. “Move over, Hyung.”
Junsu shifted over and lifted the blanket, letting Changmin in beside him.
“What’s wrong?” Changmin asked, after taking a moment to settle himself. Junsu leaned on his shoulder. “Everything is just so messed up…” he replied softly, sliding a hand down beside the magnae’s. Their hands tangled together, and the touch alone brought Junsu a tiny bit of relief. Just not being alone made the hurt an ounce less.
“I wish I knew how to fix it for you, Hyung,” Changmin said softly, pulling the blanket up around Junsu’s shoulder with his free hand, “I feel so helpless.”
Junsu just sniffled, curling even closer to Changmin. “I wish you could,” he whispered, “but this is my mistake… and… maybe I should just be happy for them.” Then Junsu couldn’t hold back his tears anymore and he shifted so that his face was buried in Changmin’s chest before bursting into tears.
All Changmin could do was stroke his hyung’s back soothingly until he calmed down, which took a little while. “It’s going to be okay, somehow, hyung. I promise.”
When Junsu finally calmed down and looked up at Changmin, his eyes red, his face blotchy and tearstained, Changmin felt his heart melt. “…Junsu-yah,” he said, reaching up to wipe the tears off of Junsu’s face.
Junsu looked back at the magnae, lip wobbling slightly.
Neither could remember later who initiated it first, but suddenly they were kissing. It started out platonic, brotherly even, but within moments, Junsu was leaning over Changmin, running his tongue over plump lips, seeking entrance. As soon as the magnae’s lips parted, Junsu sank his tongue into the wet heat of Changmin’s mouth, and Changmin pressed his tongue eagerly back against his hyung’s. They battled for dominance for a few seconds, before Junsu pulled back slightly, curious as to how Changmin would respond. Changmin wasn’t hesitant at all, as he wrapped a hand around the back of Junsu’s neck and pulled him closer so that he could explore his mouth. When they’d finally had enough, and broke off the kiss, panting for air, both just stared at each other.
“What was that?” Junsu asked, wide-eyed and panting.
Changmin swallowed hard. “I… don’t know.”
Junsu licked his lips slowly, still staring at the magnae who was now half beneath him. “Maybe… we should kiss again. …To see if it was just…”
Even though he didn’t really see where Junsu was going, Changmin was more than happy to kiss Junsu again. So he did.
This kiss was even hotter than the last, and Junsu broke it off with a soft gasp. He could feel Changmin’s arousal against his thigh, and he had to admit that he was getting pretty turned on too.
Changmin flushed, and attempted half-heartedly to wiggle out from under Junsu, but Junsu stilled him with a gentle hand on his chest. “Please don’t leave me,” he said softly, fighting the urge to cry yet again. When had he become such a crybaby? Oh yeah, when…
He frowned, not wanting his thoughts to wander there.
“Okay,” Changmin replied immediately, feeling guilty as he watched the expression on Junsu’s face change to one of unhappiness, “I won’t leave you, hyung.”
“I like it better when you call me Junsu,” Junsu said, before kissing Changmin again, attempting to distract him as he slid a hand under Changmin’s shirt.
Changmin shivered as the cold air hit his stomach, and a soft whimper was muffled against Junsu’s lips when his fingers crept up to tease Changmin’s nipple.
“Hyung,” Changmin gasped out, and Junsu pinched his nipple roughly. “Junsu,” he corrected, before removing the shirt completely.
“Junsu,” Changmin echoed, a little dazed, and Junsu decided that that would be a good time to kiss Changmin more. A lot more. And then he began rolling his hips against Changmin’s, and the two moaned in sync as their erections brushed against one another, through the soft fabric of their pajamas.
Suddenly, Junsu pulled away and slid off the bed, stripping off the remainder of his clothes as he walked over to the other side of the room.
Changmin sat up, confused, and watched through the semi-darkness as his hyung rummaged through his bag. “I know it’s here somewhe- ah hah!” Junsu walked back over to the bed and climbed in beside Changmin.
“What were you looking for?” the magnae asked softly, looking down at Junsu’s hand. He held up a small bottle of lotion.
Changmin looked at his hyung, unsure. It was all feeling amazing, but... ”Junsu… are you sure you want to do this? …I’m not the one you have feelings for.”
“I don’t care anymore,” Junsu said, squeezing the lotion onto Changmin’s fingers, “I don’t fucking care anymore.”
Changmin knew it was a lie. And he knew what he was doing was wrong. And he, with so little experience, was afraid of what was coming. But he couldn’t leave Junsu, couldn’t risk hurting him anymore than he already had been, so when Junsu spread his legs wide, and guided Changmin’s fingers towards his entrance, Changmin let him.
“Do it, Min,” Junsu groaned a little, shifting, and Changmin slowly pushed one finger inside of Junsu, and then another. “Fuck me Changmin, make me forget,” Junsu demanded, panting against Changmin’s neck.
Changmin worked a third finger into Junsu, making sure that he felt very stretched before pulling back and taking off his pants. Junsu settled back on the pillows and began to stroke himself with one hand and fondle his balls with the other, as he watched Changmin slowly slip off his underwear.
“Don’t be shy,” Junsu said, and Changmin glanced up at him, blushing, as he awkwardly spread some lotion over his length. “I need this, need you,” Junsu moaned, reaching out for the magnae.
Changmin climbed onto the bed, over top of Junsu, and Junsu reached down, guiding Changmin’s hardness to his ready entrance.
“Do it,” Junsu panted, grabbing onto Changmin’s waist, “Do me.” And Changmin pushed, slowly at first, into Junsu. He gasped as the tightness engulfed his erection. It felt indescribably good, and he immediately saw stars.
“Changmin,” Junsu moaned, and Changmin bit his lip, hard, bringing himself back to earth before he finished early and really embarrassed himself.
Junsu could not control his moaning as Changmin buried himself to the hilt. “Move,” Junsu said, rolling his hips after a moment, and he gasped loudly as the other complied.
Changmin inside of him was like heaven on earth.
It wasn’t long before they were both reduced to panting, writhing, messes. Changmin was pounding into Junsu like his life depended on it, and Junsu was moaning loudly, begging for more, not caring who might hear as he slowly lost himself to the amazing unbelievable feeling coursing through his body.
And then, without warning, Junsu was coming, and his passage clentched around Changmin’s, dragging him over the edge.
The two lay there in a silence that was only broken by their pants as they struggled to catch their breath.
Changmin was the first to move, pulling out of Junsu and starting to get up, saying that they needed to get cleaned up. Junsu immediately grabbed him.
“Stay with me, don’t leave me alone,” Junsu murmured, clinging tightly to Changmin’s waist. Changmin laid back down in Junsu’s arms and nodded, running his fingers through Junsu’s hair. “Never, I promise. I’ll stay with you.”
And in the following days, and weeks, Yoochun and Eunhyuk’s relationship slowly began to hurt Junsu less and less, until he could smile at Yoochun again, and call up Eunhyuk again and ask him if he caught the latest soccer match.
As long as Changmin was with him, Junsu was never alone.
Three is a Crowd
Rating: ***NC-17***
Pairing: MinSu, implied YooHyuk
Genre: Smuuuuuut.
Notes: Wow so like, after writing some random angst, I decided to write a sequel to make myself feel better about it. And the sequel came out really freaking good. o___o. In my opinion of course. I’m kind of excited about this. And btw, this is probably the smuttiest smut I have ever written. *pose* If anyone wants a PG version, let me know. And btw, even though Three is a Crowd was based on true events, this definitely wasn’t. I wish. XD
But my Changmin is very amazing.
Part 1 - Three is a Crowd.
Junsu lay in a strange bed, in a strange country, struggling to contain his tears… at least until Changmin, who had been assigned his roommate, was asleep.
At least Junsu hadn’t gotten Yoochun as a roommate. He sniffled, remembering a time when they would fight and plead to be put together. Then they would stay up all night talking, and be practically dead the next morning. But it was so worth it.
It was so hard to know if Changmin was asleep. He was so quiet and still in his sleep, sometimes Junsu would wonder if he was even still alive.
Junsu rubbed his face against the soft pillowcase and closed his eyes as warm tears streamed down his face.
Eunhyuk hadn’t even remembered to say goodbye to him. Junsu was probably going to be at least a month in Japan, and his best friend didn’t care about anything but being away from Yoochun.
Junsu didn’t know if he was crying because Eunhyuk didn’t miss him, or because Yoochun couldn’t see Junsu standing beside him, or because all of it, every little bit was completely his fault.
Who knew that introducing his two best friends to one another would end in such sorrow.
Junsu continued quietly crying into the pillow until he heard the rustling of a sheet coming from the bed beside him. He immediately froze.
“Hyung?” Changmin mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, “Are you okay?”
“Of course, Min,” Junsu replied. He was surprised at how shaky his voice came out. It was pretty obvious that he was not okay, and of course Changmin knew immediately, even in a half asleep daze. He wasn’t ‘the smart one’ for nothing.
Changmin got up and walked over to the edge of Junsu’s bed. “Move over, Hyung.”
Junsu shifted over and lifted the blanket, letting Changmin in beside him.
“What’s wrong?” Changmin asked, after taking a moment to settle himself. Junsu leaned on his shoulder. “Everything is just so messed up…” he replied softly, sliding a hand down beside the magnae’s. Their hands tangled together, and the touch alone brought Junsu a tiny bit of relief. Just not being alone made the hurt an ounce less.
“I wish I knew how to fix it for you, Hyung,” Changmin said softly, pulling the blanket up around Junsu’s shoulder with his free hand, “I feel so helpless.”
Junsu just sniffled, curling even closer to Changmin. “I wish you could,” he whispered, “but this is my mistake… and… maybe I should just be happy for them.” Then Junsu couldn’t hold back his tears anymore and he shifted so that his face was buried in Changmin’s chest before bursting into tears.
All Changmin could do was stroke his hyung’s back soothingly until he calmed down, which took a little while. “It’s going to be okay, somehow, hyung. I promise.”
When Junsu finally calmed down and looked up at Changmin, his eyes red, his face blotchy and tearstained, Changmin felt his heart melt. “…Junsu-yah,” he said, reaching up to wipe the tears off of Junsu’s face.
Junsu looked back at the magnae, lip wobbling slightly.
Neither could remember later who initiated it first, but suddenly they were kissing. It started out platonic, brotherly even, but within moments, Junsu was leaning over Changmin, running his tongue over plump lips, seeking entrance. As soon as the magnae’s lips parted, Junsu sank his tongue into the wet heat of Changmin’s mouth, and Changmin pressed his tongue eagerly back against his hyung’s. They battled for dominance for a few seconds, before Junsu pulled back slightly, curious as to how Changmin would respond. Changmin wasn’t hesitant at all, as he wrapped a hand around the back of Junsu’s neck and pulled him closer so that he could explore his mouth. When they’d finally had enough, and broke off the kiss, panting for air, both just stared at each other.
“What was that?” Junsu asked, wide-eyed and panting.
Changmin swallowed hard. “I… don’t know.”
Junsu licked his lips slowly, still staring at the magnae who was now half beneath him. “Maybe… we should kiss again. …To see if it was just…”
Even though he didn’t really see where Junsu was going, Changmin was more than happy to kiss Junsu again. So he did.
This kiss was even hotter than the last, and Junsu broke it off with a soft gasp. He could feel Changmin’s arousal against his thigh, and he had to admit that he was getting pretty turned on too.
Changmin flushed, and attempted half-heartedly to wiggle out from under Junsu, but Junsu stilled him with a gentle hand on his chest. “Please don’t leave me,” he said softly, fighting the urge to cry yet again. When had he become such a crybaby? Oh yeah, when…
He frowned, not wanting his thoughts to wander there.
“Okay,” Changmin replied immediately, feeling guilty as he watched the expression on Junsu’s face change to one of unhappiness, “I won’t leave you, hyung.”
“I like it better when you call me Junsu,” Junsu said, before kissing Changmin again, attempting to distract him as he slid a hand under Changmin’s shirt.
Changmin shivered as the cold air hit his stomach, and a soft whimper was muffled against Junsu’s lips when his fingers crept up to tease Changmin’s nipple.
“Hyung,” Changmin gasped out, and Junsu pinched his nipple roughly. “Junsu,” he corrected, before removing the shirt completely.
“Junsu,” Changmin echoed, a little dazed, and Junsu decided that that would be a good time to kiss Changmin more. A lot more. And then he began rolling his hips against Changmin’s, and the two moaned in sync as their erections brushed against one another, through the soft fabric of their pajamas.
Suddenly, Junsu pulled away and slid off the bed, stripping off the remainder of his clothes as he walked over to the other side of the room.
Changmin sat up, confused, and watched through the semi-darkness as his hyung rummaged through his bag. “I know it’s here somewhe- ah hah!” Junsu walked back over to the bed and climbed in beside Changmin.
“What were you looking for?” the magnae asked softly, looking down at Junsu’s hand. He held up a small bottle of lotion.
Changmin looked at his hyung, unsure. It was all feeling amazing, but... ”Junsu… are you sure you want to do this? …I’m not the one you have feelings for.”
“I don’t care anymore,” Junsu said, squeezing the lotion onto Changmin’s fingers, “I don’t fucking care anymore.”
Changmin knew it was a lie. And he knew what he was doing was wrong. And he, with so little experience, was afraid of what was coming. But he couldn’t leave Junsu, couldn’t risk hurting him anymore than he already had been, so when Junsu spread his legs wide, and guided Changmin’s fingers towards his entrance, Changmin let him.
“Do it, Min,” Junsu groaned a little, shifting, and Changmin slowly pushed one finger inside of Junsu, and then another. “Fuck me Changmin, make me forget,” Junsu demanded, panting against Changmin’s neck.
Changmin worked a third finger into Junsu, making sure that he felt very stretched before pulling back and taking off his pants. Junsu settled back on the pillows and began to stroke himself with one hand and fondle his balls with the other, as he watched Changmin slowly slip off his underwear.
“Don’t be shy,” Junsu said, and Changmin glanced up at him, blushing, as he awkwardly spread some lotion over his length. “I need this, need you,” Junsu moaned, reaching out for the magnae.
Changmin climbed onto the bed, over top of Junsu, and Junsu reached down, guiding Changmin’s hardness to his ready entrance.
“Do it,” Junsu panted, grabbing onto Changmin’s waist, “Do me.” And Changmin pushed, slowly at first, into Junsu. He gasped as the tightness engulfed his erection. It felt indescribably good, and he immediately saw stars.
“Changmin,” Junsu moaned, and Changmin bit his lip, hard, bringing himself back to earth before he finished early and really embarrassed himself.
Junsu could not control his moaning as Changmin buried himself to the hilt. “Move,” Junsu said, rolling his hips after a moment, and he gasped loudly as the other complied.
Changmin inside of him was like heaven on earth.
It wasn’t long before they were both reduced to panting, writhing, messes. Changmin was pounding into Junsu like his life depended on it, and Junsu was moaning loudly, begging for more, not caring who might hear as he slowly lost himself to the amazing unbelievable feeling coursing through his body.
And then, without warning, Junsu was coming, and his passage clentched around Changmin’s, dragging him over the edge.
The two lay there in a silence that was only broken by their pants as they struggled to catch their breath.
Changmin was the first to move, pulling out of Junsu and starting to get up, saying that they needed to get cleaned up. Junsu immediately grabbed him.
“Stay with me, don’t leave me alone,” Junsu murmured, clinging tightly to Changmin’s waist. Changmin laid back down in Junsu’s arms and nodded, running his fingers through Junsu’s hair. “Never, I promise. I’ll stay with you.”
And in the following days, and weeks, Yoochun and Eunhyuk’s relationship slowly began to hurt Junsu less and less, until he could smile at Yoochun again, and call up Eunhyuk again and ask him if he caught the latest soccer match.
As long as Changmin was with him, Junsu was never alone.