Underneath the Bodhi Tree.
The refreshing stream of scalding water ran down the curve of his back in rivulets, trailing its loving fingers to seep into the very roots of his auburn hair, washing away the soot and grime of Bangkok's bustling streets. Junsu slid his eyes shut in bliss, bowing his head downwards as he stood still under the brunt of the water, revelling in the comforting feel of the enfolding steam, fogging up the mirrors of their bathroom. Water dripped from his hair, clinging waveringly at the sharpened tips before falling down to dew upon his eyelashes.
They had just checked into their hotel, the blistering heat of Bangkok's unrelenting afternoon sun ushering them into the cooled confines of their rooms. They had arrived in the morning from Korea, just in time for a rushed rehearsal at the stadium before their Third Asia Mirotic Tour kicked off in Bangkok the next day. Silent and curt from their long haul across the continent, the members had shuffled disconsolately into the hotel, keeping their fatigued exhaustion behind stoic masks as they trawled through the herd of fangirls screaming outside the main entrance.
Junsu felt his darkened mood clear as the warm trail of water sloshed over his bent shoulders, the gentle massage of the lukewarm spray soothing away his aches and the fine layer of dust that had clung to his body from his tiresome travelling. He stepped out hurriedly from the shower and snatched his fluffy towel from a lonesome hook in a corner of their immense bathroom.
The chilling cold of the air conditioner seeped its way under the closed wooden door, turning into a frosty bite as it met his wet skin, delightfully sending icy shockwaves shivering up his spine. Junsu wound his towel tightly around his body, an ineffectual barrier against the immobilising wintry cold that assailed his tensed body, as he swiftly pulled on a loose shirt and comfy sweatpants.
A rare moment of tranquil peace filled him as he contemplated a lazy night spent watching random variety shows and ordering takeout up to their room. A gentle smile tugged at his lips as his thoughts wandered over to a certain man who was right on the other side of the bathroom door, waiting patiently for his lover.
“Babe?” Junsu called out calmly, as he entered the living room, his head swathed in a fluff of snowy white as he towelled it dry. Silence greeted him. Junsu frowned slightly, lifting his head to rest his startled gaze upon the empty room, his unruly hair sticking out in tousled tuffs as Junsu called out tentatively to his lover again. Stark black lines against a pristine expanse of the hotel’s notepad caught Junsu's eyes as he lifted the hastily scribbled note in surprise.
Come meet me in the carpark after you read this. Dress nicely. Love chun.
Curiosity pricked his senses as Junsu heaved a perplexed sigh, staring down quizzically at the note in his slim fingers. He briefly wondered what Yoochun could be up to, before shaking his head in exasperation, slipping on a pair of tight black jeans and a snug shirt that revealed the slight musculature that hugged his lean body.
***
Yoochun frowned. He glanced at his watch for the thousandth time, worry and anxiety furrowing his finely arched brows together as he fretted over Junsu's long period of absence. Black shades obscured his vision of the carpark’s lobby as he slouched within a shadowed corner, waiting impatiently for Junsu's arrival. Black jeans clung tightly to his long legs, a leather jacket thrown carelessly over his stylish ensemble as he flicked the dying stub of a cigarette away from his curled fingers in mild annoyance, his lips pursed in a thinned line. A furtive glance around the empty carpark, revealed only a lounging bellboy sitting lazily upon a rickety chair near the glass double doors, listening distractedly to a Thai pop song blaring from a dated CD player.
Yoochun's frown abruptly disappeared as he glimpsed a familiar silhouette enter the carpark cautiously, glancing around stealthily for the telltale signs of the horde of fangirls camped outside their hotel’s main entrance. The man’s tensed shoulders relaxed as he was greeted with relative quiet, the droning sound of rumbling motorbikes and the incessant high pitched whistles of the hotel’s security guards directing traffic outside filtering down to drift through the widened corridors of the carpark.
A tender grin graced Yoochun's lips as he lifted a hand, waving at Junsu who stood disorientated at the glass doors, calling his attention to his hidden corner. The figure startled, before swiftly striding over to greet Yoochun.
Yoochun marvelled at the enthralling sway of his lover’s hips as he strode over, his long legs similarly clad in black jeans with a snug shirt that hugged his scintillating curves, showing off Junsu's hardened coil of muscles that were hidden beneath the flimsy expanse of cloth. His frame was slighter than Yoochun's, feminine curves gracing his lithe body, belying a concealed stout masculinity that offset his graceful movements.
Yoochun was not fooled by the elegant tilt of Junsu's head, nor the charming lift of his full lips, curving upwards in a sinful arc that beguiled the unwary eye to his refined features. His lover was far from being womanly in any way. In Yoochun's eyes, Junsu possessed a strong self assured masculine presence that matched his step for step, filling him with pride over his lover’s confident sense of self.
A shocked gasp left his lover’s lips, jolting Yoochun out of his dazed reverie. Junsu lifted his widened orbs of shock immediately to meet Yoochun's smirk of defiance, as he trailed his eyes lovingly over the sleek black motorbike parked behind his lover’s tall frame. “Surprise, baby…” Yoochun bent down to brush his lips tantalisingly close to Junsu's lips, choosing sneakily instead to peck an affectionate kiss upon his rouged cheeks. “Happy birthday, my love.” He murmured gently, casting warmed orbs of chocolate to gaze down at Junsu's breathtaking smile that broke out rays of honeyed sunshine to trail delicately over his pale skin.
“What’s this?” Junsu muttered softly in wonder, shooting a baffled glance Yoochun's way, before immediately continuing his focused perusal of the solid concoction of metal that gleamed menacingly in the dim muted light of the overhead fluorescents. Yoochun swung his long legs over the bike in answer, patting at the back seat as he waited patiently for Junsu to follow his lead.
A gleam of mirth glittered mischievously within his amber orbs as Junsu finally grasped Yoochun's plan. Giggling slightly he swung his legs over the padded seat, slipping his hands to clinch firmly around Yoochun's slim waist, nodding trustfully to Yoochun as his lover revved the snarling machine to life. It started with a roar, settling into a rumbling purr that thrummed through their bodies as they sped out of the carpark with a screech.
They zipped through the choked traffic, zigzagging skilfully around stationary cars as they were surrounded by the bustling nightlife of downtown Bangkok. The streets teemed with people, loud calls in Thai drifting into their ears as Yoochun weaved dangerously through the traffic. The wind whipped stray strands of their hair chaotically around, threading its fingers through their tousled locks, ruffling it into a dishevelled mess.
Bangkok's nightlife breathed into existence as the sun settled down, the cover of darkness allowing people from all walks of life to stroll casually about in the streets, an underlying trace of excitement and revelry colouring the night. A heavy haze of pollution clogged the air, as brightly coloured tuk tuks hooted sharp honks to passing tourists who strayed too close on the sidewalk, the drivers smiling cheerfully as they called out their rates.
Junsu released a gleeful shout of pure exhilaration as his body thrilled with the joy of freedom and the shared feverish state of wanton abandonment that the people affected, once night settled her midnight blanket over the city. Yoochun chuckled lightly, a wide grin stretching across his lips as he revelled within his lover’s infectious bubbles of laughs that constantly spilled forth. Yoochun returned his attention swiftly to the traffic, as he swerved expertly to avoid a tuk tuk zipping past.
He was glad he inherited his father’s talent of directions, as he glanced momentarily at a street sign, checking his bearings before taking a left. He was also thankful he shared his father’s head for alcohol, as he grinned slightly in his musings, anticipating the coming night’s adventure that he had planned out.
***
Junsu swivelled his head around in wonder, taking in his surroundings, as he glimpsed the soft muted glow of candles peeking out from behind a curtain of bamboo, interspersed along a well trodden path. The bike’s engine was abruptly silenced, allowing a tranquil quiet to assail their senses, faint chirps of summer crickets piercing the calm hush infrequently. Yoochun slipped his fingers into Junsu's warm palm, tugging him forward onto the path, as they followed it to come out into a wide patio. The wooden deck was raised over a small lake, the waters glinting surface dotted prettily with white lotus buds, brief flashes of gleaming scales greeting Junsu's curious gaze as fishes broke the surface before darting back into the muddy depths.
“Welcome, sir.” A waiter murmured softly in English, gesturing gracefully for them to follow him. Junsu tugged his fingers out from Yoochun's grasp quickly, shooting a reprimanding stare as Yoochun turned around in surprise. Yoochun smiled softly, leaning in close to whisper into Junsu's ear, his heated breath tickling deliciously against Junsu's skin.
“Relax,” Yoochun's husky voice sent tingling shivers down his spine. “look around you Junsu. We’re not in Korea, two guys holding hands here is nothing new to the people.” He interlaced their fingers stubbornly, flashing an apologetic smile to the waiting waiter, as he led a silenced Junsu through a sparse crowd of diners, to a hidden alcove tucked away from prying eyes behind the shelter of a towering Bodhi tree. Junsu bowed shyly to the genial smile of the unobtrusive waiter, as he left them to their privacy.
A table for two was placed beside the thick trunk of the Bodhi tree, a single candle floating in a small bowl of water in the middle of the snowy surface, spilling its golden light past the rim to cast a muted glow to the romantic setting. Junsu raised an arched brow to Yoochun, gesturing wordlessly at the elaborate display, as an amused smirk lifted his lips.
“What?” Yoochun questioned innocently, shrugging his shoulders in a dramatic show of virtue, whilst a wicked grin painted his lips, at complete odds with his honest demeanour. Junsu shook his head in exasperation, letting Yoochun take his hands gently in a loving clasp, as he angled his head wordlessly forward, meeting his lover’s lips in a tender kiss.
He felt the steady throb of his heart beating with his love for the man seated across from him, a blossom of pleasure unfurling within his core as he finally felt the smothering mask of their façade of lies slip away from their shoulders. A sigh of weary satisfaction escaped past his lips as they broke apart, mirroring Yoochun's gentle smile as they revelled within the momentary reprieve from their hectic life.
Before long, the waiter had returned bearing a silvered tray, creamy white plates decorated artfully with various delicacies. Junsu simply relaxed and moved with the flow, chattering animatedly with Yoochun as they shared boisterous laughs over dinner. Time slipped away from them as they weaved a comfortable cocoon of ease and companionship around themselves, immersing fully into a precious slice of their life that was not lined with nattering troubles, constantly plaguing their minds.
***
“Where are we going now, chun?” Junsu quipped energetically, the languid stupor of peace fleeing along with their leave from the classy restaurant. Yoochun was similarly affected as he flashed a gleaming grin towards Junsu in the dark, before slipping on his matte chrome helmet and revving the engine to life yet again.
“A little place that I know. Manager Ma helped me to find this little gem when I asked him.” Yoochun stated mysteriously, effortlessly eluding the question. Junsu pouted in mock annoyance, frowning in bafflement as his mind worked furiously to unravel the secret lucking behind Yoochun's tightly sealed lips. He took his place behind the comforting press of Yoochun's body, settling himself down in preparation for the sudden jolt of the motorbike as it growled into the night, speeding away from the relative quiet of the refined establishment.
They soon entered downtown Bangkok, its nightlife showing itself in more apparent evidence along the streets, brilliantly shaded fluorescent lights splashing a rainbow of colours across the road, as they drove past. Yoochun eventually turned into a side alley, slowing down to a halting stop outside a nondescript door of blackened metal.
Various figures lounged about on the outside, acrid trails of smoke puffed out in a blanket of haze that hovered around their shadowed faces, obscuring their features. A few blonde heads were dotted amongst the milling crowd, most probably tourists who patronised this discreet spot, Junsu surmised. Loud music spilled past the darkened frame, thumping beats vibrating through the soles of his feet as furtive shadows danced insidiously upon the walls inside. Yoochun's eyes glimmered in anticipation as he stepped past the threshold, allowing inky darkness to enfold his body in a loving caress.
A passing woman crossed their path, casting an assessing look upon their bodies, blithely perusing their refined Asian features as her curved lips settled in a smile upon Yoochun's face. Yoochun caught her casual smirk and replied with a genial smile of his own. A flare of possessiveness, tinged slightly with jealously burst within Junsu's accelerated heart, causing him to grab Yoochun suddenly in a passionate kiss. He tilted his head upwards, opening himself up to Yoochun as he felt the heated dip of a tongue delve tentatively past his parted lips, whilst he stared earnestly back up at Yoochun's widened orbs of surprise.
A rush of smug satisfaction thrilled through Junsu's body, as Yoochun's lids fluttered closed in ecstasy. Their tongues weaved an intricate dance as each fought for dominance, an unbidden moan of want curling up from within his roiling core as Junsu surrendered willingly to the agonising pleasure that Yoochun gave him. Their flurried kisses deepened into a fervent lip lock, their bodies pressing together in a heated embrace, all thoughts of the woman fading swiftly into oblivion as Junsu's mind was inevitably scrambled into a confusing jumble whilst Yoochun plunged into his soul.
They broke apart, a trail of saliva clinging to their reddened lips, nibbled plump by their impassioned desire, their heated breaths mingling together as harsh heaves of their lungs echoed within their tiny bubble of ardent longing. “What’s that for?” Yoochun gasped as he closed his eyes tightly, fighting the overwhelming desire to plunge back into the sweetened honey malt of Junsu's mouth. Junsu pressed their foreheads together, leaning heavily into Yoochun's hardened body, rubbing his hips jerkily against his lover’s thickened shaft.
“I don’t know,” Junsu answered honestly, a startled gasp falling past his parted lips as Yoochun pressed their bodies tightly together, every sinful curve of Yoochun's body flush against his own. “but we should continue this back at the hotel.” Yoochun grinned naughtily, smacking Junsu's ass which enticed a giggly laugh to erupt from his lover’s chest. He moved unwillingly away from the warm embrace of Junsu's body, his unfulfilled need clawing through his insides in protest as he signalled nonchalantly at the bartender for drinks.
“I love you so much…” Yoochun whispered as he gazed down at his distracted lover looking about at his surroundings with renewed interest.
***
They tumbled back upon the snowy sheets in a drunken jumble, their legs entangled in a mess as they exchanged hasty, impatient kisses. Yoochun laid a trail of playful nips down Junsu's dewy nape, tasting the saccharine delight of Junsu upon the tip of his tongue mingled with the searing tang of alcohol. Yoochun still held a hazed awareness of his surroundings, marvelling at Junsu writhing underneath him, grinding their hips agonisingly together, an anxious whine falling past his lips. Junsu was far worse than Yoochun, his cheeks flushed a scarlet rouge that trailed all the way past the collar of his shirt.
Yoochun followed the blushing path, leaving a reddened track of welts from his exploring lips. Incomprehensible murmurs escaped past Junsu's lips, as he bit down on his bottom lip in vain, trying to stifle the loud moans that crawled out from his throat. Before long, their pale naked bodies glistened between the crumpled sheets, their sweat slickened skin reflecting the full moons radiance that cast a luminescent glow around them.
Junsu panted harshly, flipping Yoochun around abruptly, ignoring the groan of protest that fell past Yoochun's full lips as he sidled downwards, flicking his tongue tentatively at the pearled tip of his lover’s throbbing shaft. He licked his fingers fully, a frisky playful glint entering his heated gaze as he caught Yoochun staring down at him, his lover propping himself upon his elbows. “Fuck.” Yoochun swore furiously as Junsu proceeded to slide his slick fingers inside his own puckered hole, the erotic display of his lover preparing himself almost pushing Yoochun over the edge of his control.
Yoochun threw his head backwards in a wordless cry, the searing cavern of Junsu's moist mouth engulfing him whole fraying the ends of his consciousness, unravelling the very seams that held his tremulous control together. “Shit. Oh cra- babe-” Yoochun huffed, rising up to crash their lips in a frenzied kiss of lust, before wrapping his hands firmly around Junsu's neglected cock.
Junsu whimpered softly, as Yoochun rubbed his thumb across the weeping slit on his velvet head, his strokes steady and constant. The searing heat from Yoochun's warm palm pricked delightfully against Junsu's heightened senses, rousing a bolt of pure ecstasy to thrill through his trembling frame. Their kisses grew more urgent, Junsu rocking his hips in time with each stroke of Yoochun's hand, stirring a second rush of titillating pleasure to rip through his mind, stealing his breath away in a sudden whoosh.
Junsu lowered himself on Yoochun's hardened shaft, swallowing his lover up as he wrapped his hands around Yoochun's neck, bracing his feet against the bed while he started rolling his hips in an even rhythm. Yoochun gripped Junsu's hips, steadying his lover as he lost himself within the tightened core of Junsu's entrance. They soon established a rapid pace, Junsu swiftly releasing a startled shout when Yoochun finally pounded into a certain spot within his core, sending an arc of electricity to inflame the very fibre of his soul. Yoochun squeezed his eyes shut, groaning in anguish as Junsu clenched suddenly around him, tumbling him past the sheer edge of his control, plunging him into an abyss of pure bliss.
Junsu cried out incoherently as he felt Yoochun spilling his seed in a milky rush, the overwhelming sensation of being filled coursing through his quivering body. He felt a curious tingle flutter within his taut belly, rushing down to his throbbing cock, mounting up into a crest of pleasure that swept through his body in waves. Junsu fell forward immediately, burying his head in the crook of his lover’s neck, his lips parted in a soundless cry of ecstasy as he spilled his seed upon Yoochun's muscled stomach.
Their rapid pants gradually mellowed into languid, even breaths. Yoochun trailed a lazy hand over Junsu's side, soothing caresses that soon coaxed a satisfied purr to thrum through his lover’s body, reverberating through Yoochun's lax frame as well. He shared an indulgent kiss with his demanding lover, smiling gently as Junsu slid closer, burrowing within the protective cage of Yoochun's arms encasing him in a cocoon of warmth and love. Yoochun nuzzled the top of Junsu's tousled locks, his words echoing lovingly within the hushed silence that dominated the room.
“Happy birthday, babe.” Yoochun murmured in English, the rolling inflections sounding curious to Junsu's awaiting ears. “I love you. I’ll stay by your side forever, no matter what happens, even if you don’t want me anymore…” Yoochun continued in Korean. He faltered, a hint of his past insecurities drying the rest of his words upon his tongue, as a distressed frown furrowed his brows slightly together. His throat suddenly clenched uncomfortably, choking the tumult of his emotions from raising its grotesque head and preventing it from clawing itself past his eyes in hot tears.
Junsu shook his head gently. “I’ll always want you here by my side. I love you and I’ll never leave you as well, if and ever you decide you don’t want me anymore,” Junsu gifted Yoochun with a tender lift of his lips, pressing their lips together softly, washing away the insidious whispers of Yoochun's insecurities. “Besides, I’m confident that you’ll always want me anyways, so I have nothing to worry about...” He stated confidently brash, giggling slightly, before ducking his head to avoid the lethal glare that Yoochun shot his way.
Yoochun felt his lips tug unwillingly upwards in a rueful smile as he tucked stray wisps of Junsu's raven black hair neatly behind his ears. “Shit, how are we gonna do the concert tomorrow. We didn’t get any rest.” Yoochun commented to no one in particular, as he felt his heavy lids slide closed.
They had just checked into their hotel, the blistering heat of Bangkok's unrelenting afternoon sun ushering them into the cooled confines of their rooms. They had arrived in the morning from Korea, just in time for a rushed rehearsal at the stadium before their Third Asia Mirotic Tour kicked off in Bangkok the next day. Silent and curt from their long haul across the continent, the members had shuffled disconsolately into the hotel, keeping their fatigued exhaustion behind stoic masks as they trawled through the herd of fangirls screaming outside the main entrance.
Junsu felt his darkened mood clear as the warm trail of water sloshed over his bent shoulders, the gentle massage of the lukewarm spray soothing away his aches and the fine layer of dust that had clung to his body from his tiresome travelling. He stepped out hurriedly from the shower and snatched his fluffy towel from a lonesome hook in a corner of their immense bathroom.
The chilling cold of the air conditioner seeped its way under the closed wooden door, turning into a frosty bite as it met his wet skin, delightfully sending icy shockwaves shivering up his spine. Junsu wound his towel tightly around his body, an ineffectual barrier against the immobilising wintry cold that assailed his tensed body, as he swiftly pulled on a loose shirt and comfy sweatpants.
A rare moment of tranquil peace filled him as he contemplated a lazy night spent watching random variety shows and ordering takeout up to their room. A gentle smile tugged at his lips as his thoughts wandered over to a certain man who was right on the other side of the bathroom door, waiting patiently for his lover.
“Babe?” Junsu called out calmly, as he entered the living room, his head swathed in a fluff of snowy white as he towelled it dry. Silence greeted him. Junsu frowned slightly, lifting his head to rest his startled gaze upon the empty room, his unruly hair sticking out in tousled tuffs as Junsu called out tentatively to his lover again. Stark black lines against a pristine expanse of the hotel’s notepad caught Junsu's eyes as he lifted the hastily scribbled note in surprise.
Come meet me in the carpark after you read this. Dress nicely. Love chun.
Curiosity pricked his senses as Junsu heaved a perplexed sigh, staring down quizzically at the note in his slim fingers. He briefly wondered what Yoochun could be up to, before shaking his head in exasperation, slipping on a pair of tight black jeans and a snug shirt that revealed the slight musculature that hugged his lean body.
***
Yoochun frowned. He glanced at his watch for the thousandth time, worry and anxiety furrowing his finely arched brows together as he fretted over Junsu's long period of absence. Black shades obscured his vision of the carpark’s lobby as he slouched within a shadowed corner, waiting impatiently for Junsu's arrival. Black jeans clung tightly to his long legs, a leather jacket thrown carelessly over his stylish ensemble as he flicked the dying stub of a cigarette away from his curled fingers in mild annoyance, his lips pursed in a thinned line. A furtive glance around the empty carpark, revealed only a lounging bellboy sitting lazily upon a rickety chair near the glass double doors, listening distractedly to a Thai pop song blaring from a dated CD player.
Yoochun's frown abruptly disappeared as he glimpsed a familiar silhouette enter the carpark cautiously, glancing around stealthily for the telltale signs of the horde of fangirls camped outside their hotel’s main entrance. The man’s tensed shoulders relaxed as he was greeted with relative quiet, the droning sound of rumbling motorbikes and the incessant high pitched whistles of the hotel’s security guards directing traffic outside filtering down to drift through the widened corridors of the carpark.
A tender grin graced Yoochun's lips as he lifted a hand, waving at Junsu who stood disorientated at the glass doors, calling his attention to his hidden corner. The figure startled, before swiftly striding over to greet Yoochun.
Yoochun marvelled at the enthralling sway of his lover’s hips as he strode over, his long legs similarly clad in black jeans with a snug shirt that hugged his scintillating curves, showing off Junsu's hardened coil of muscles that were hidden beneath the flimsy expanse of cloth. His frame was slighter than Yoochun's, feminine curves gracing his lithe body, belying a concealed stout masculinity that offset his graceful movements.
Yoochun was not fooled by the elegant tilt of Junsu's head, nor the charming lift of his full lips, curving upwards in a sinful arc that beguiled the unwary eye to his refined features. His lover was far from being womanly in any way. In Yoochun's eyes, Junsu possessed a strong self assured masculine presence that matched his step for step, filling him with pride over his lover’s confident sense of self.
A shocked gasp left his lover’s lips, jolting Yoochun out of his dazed reverie. Junsu lifted his widened orbs of shock immediately to meet Yoochun's smirk of defiance, as he trailed his eyes lovingly over the sleek black motorbike parked behind his lover’s tall frame. “Surprise, baby…” Yoochun bent down to brush his lips tantalisingly close to Junsu's lips, choosing sneakily instead to peck an affectionate kiss upon his rouged cheeks. “Happy birthday, my love.” He murmured gently, casting warmed orbs of chocolate to gaze down at Junsu's breathtaking smile that broke out rays of honeyed sunshine to trail delicately over his pale skin.
“What’s this?” Junsu muttered softly in wonder, shooting a baffled glance Yoochun's way, before immediately continuing his focused perusal of the solid concoction of metal that gleamed menacingly in the dim muted light of the overhead fluorescents. Yoochun swung his long legs over the bike in answer, patting at the back seat as he waited patiently for Junsu to follow his lead.
A gleam of mirth glittered mischievously within his amber orbs as Junsu finally grasped Yoochun's plan. Giggling slightly he swung his legs over the padded seat, slipping his hands to clinch firmly around Yoochun's slim waist, nodding trustfully to Yoochun as his lover revved the snarling machine to life. It started with a roar, settling into a rumbling purr that thrummed through their bodies as they sped out of the carpark with a screech.
They zipped through the choked traffic, zigzagging skilfully around stationary cars as they were surrounded by the bustling nightlife of downtown Bangkok. The streets teemed with people, loud calls in Thai drifting into their ears as Yoochun weaved dangerously through the traffic. The wind whipped stray strands of their hair chaotically around, threading its fingers through their tousled locks, ruffling it into a dishevelled mess.
Bangkok's nightlife breathed into existence as the sun settled down, the cover of darkness allowing people from all walks of life to stroll casually about in the streets, an underlying trace of excitement and revelry colouring the night. A heavy haze of pollution clogged the air, as brightly coloured tuk tuks hooted sharp honks to passing tourists who strayed too close on the sidewalk, the drivers smiling cheerfully as they called out their rates.
Junsu released a gleeful shout of pure exhilaration as his body thrilled with the joy of freedom and the shared feverish state of wanton abandonment that the people affected, once night settled her midnight blanket over the city. Yoochun chuckled lightly, a wide grin stretching across his lips as he revelled within his lover’s infectious bubbles of laughs that constantly spilled forth. Yoochun returned his attention swiftly to the traffic, as he swerved expertly to avoid a tuk tuk zipping past.
He was glad he inherited his father’s talent of directions, as he glanced momentarily at a street sign, checking his bearings before taking a left. He was also thankful he shared his father’s head for alcohol, as he grinned slightly in his musings, anticipating the coming night’s adventure that he had planned out.
***
Junsu swivelled his head around in wonder, taking in his surroundings, as he glimpsed the soft muted glow of candles peeking out from behind a curtain of bamboo, interspersed along a well trodden path. The bike’s engine was abruptly silenced, allowing a tranquil quiet to assail their senses, faint chirps of summer crickets piercing the calm hush infrequently. Yoochun slipped his fingers into Junsu's warm palm, tugging him forward onto the path, as they followed it to come out into a wide patio. The wooden deck was raised over a small lake, the waters glinting surface dotted prettily with white lotus buds, brief flashes of gleaming scales greeting Junsu's curious gaze as fishes broke the surface before darting back into the muddy depths.
“Welcome, sir.” A waiter murmured softly in English, gesturing gracefully for them to follow him. Junsu tugged his fingers out from Yoochun's grasp quickly, shooting a reprimanding stare as Yoochun turned around in surprise. Yoochun smiled softly, leaning in close to whisper into Junsu's ear, his heated breath tickling deliciously against Junsu's skin.
“Relax,” Yoochun's husky voice sent tingling shivers down his spine. “look around you Junsu. We’re not in Korea, two guys holding hands here is nothing new to the people.” He interlaced their fingers stubbornly, flashing an apologetic smile to the waiting waiter, as he led a silenced Junsu through a sparse crowd of diners, to a hidden alcove tucked away from prying eyes behind the shelter of a towering Bodhi tree. Junsu bowed shyly to the genial smile of the unobtrusive waiter, as he left them to their privacy.
A table for two was placed beside the thick trunk of the Bodhi tree, a single candle floating in a small bowl of water in the middle of the snowy surface, spilling its golden light past the rim to cast a muted glow to the romantic setting. Junsu raised an arched brow to Yoochun, gesturing wordlessly at the elaborate display, as an amused smirk lifted his lips.
“What?” Yoochun questioned innocently, shrugging his shoulders in a dramatic show of virtue, whilst a wicked grin painted his lips, at complete odds with his honest demeanour. Junsu shook his head in exasperation, letting Yoochun take his hands gently in a loving clasp, as he angled his head wordlessly forward, meeting his lover’s lips in a tender kiss.
He felt the steady throb of his heart beating with his love for the man seated across from him, a blossom of pleasure unfurling within his core as he finally felt the smothering mask of their façade of lies slip away from their shoulders. A sigh of weary satisfaction escaped past his lips as they broke apart, mirroring Yoochun's gentle smile as they revelled within the momentary reprieve from their hectic life.
Before long, the waiter had returned bearing a silvered tray, creamy white plates decorated artfully with various delicacies. Junsu simply relaxed and moved with the flow, chattering animatedly with Yoochun as they shared boisterous laughs over dinner. Time slipped away from them as they weaved a comfortable cocoon of ease and companionship around themselves, immersing fully into a precious slice of their life that was not lined with nattering troubles, constantly plaguing their minds.
***
“Where are we going now, chun?” Junsu quipped energetically, the languid stupor of peace fleeing along with their leave from the classy restaurant. Yoochun was similarly affected as he flashed a gleaming grin towards Junsu in the dark, before slipping on his matte chrome helmet and revving the engine to life yet again.
“A little place that I know. Manager Ma helped me to find this little gem when I asked him.” Yoochun stated mysteriously, effortlessly eluding the question. Junsu pouted in mock annoyance, frowning in bafflement as his mind worked furiously to unravel the secret lucking behind Yoochun's tightly sealed lips. He took his place behind the comforting press of Yoochun's body, settling himself down in preparation for the sudden jolt of the motorbike as it growled into the night, speeding away from the relative quiet of the refined establishment.
They soon entered downtown Bangkok, its nightlife showing itself in more apparent evidence along the streets, brilliantly shaded fluorescent lights splashing a rainbow of colours across the road, as they drove past. Yoochun eventually turned into a side alley, slowing down to a halting stop outside a nondescript door of blackened metal.
Various figures lounged about on the outside, acrid trails of smoke puffed out in a blanket of haze that hovered around their shadowed faces, obscuring their features. A few blonde heads were dotted amongst the milling crowd, most probably tourists who patronised this discreet spot, Junsu surmised. Loud music spilled past the darkened frame, thumping beats vibrating through the soles of his feet as furtive shadows danced insidiously upon the walls inside. Yoochun's eyes glimmered in anticipation as he stepped past the threshold, allowing inky darkness to enfold his body in a loving caress.
A passing woman crossed their path, casting an assessing look upon their bodies, blithely perusing their refined Asian features as her curved lips settled in a smile upon Yoochun's face. Yoochun caught her casual smirk and replied with a genial smile of his own. A flare of possessiveness, tinged slightly with jealously burst within Junsu's accelerated heart, causing him to grab Yoochun suddenly in a passionate kiss. He tilted his head upwards, opening himself up to Yoochun as he felt the heated dip of a tongue delve tentatively past his parted lips, whilst he stared earnestly back up at Yoochun's widened orbs of surprise.
A rush of smug satisfaction thrilled through Junsu's body, as Yoochun's lids fluttered closed in ecstasy. Their tongues weaved an intricate dance as each fought for dominance, an unbidden moan of want curling up from within his roiling core as Junsu surrendered willingly to the agonising pleasure that Yoochun gave him. Their flurried kisses deepened into a fervent lip lock, their bodies pressing together in a heated embrace, all thoughts of the woman fading swiftly into oblivion as Junsu's mind was inevitably scrambled into a confusing jumble whilst Yoochun plunged into his soul.
They broke apart, a trail of saliva clinging to their reddened lips, nibbled plump by their impassioned desire, their heated breaths mingling together as harsh heaves of their lungs echoed within their tiny bubble of ardent longing. “What’s that for?” Yoochun gasped as he closed his eyes tightly, fighting the overwhelming desire to plunge back into the sweetened honey malt of Junsu's mouth. Junsu pressed their foreheads together, leaning heavily into Yoochun's hardened body, rubbing his hips jerkily against his lover’s thickened shaft.
“I don’t know,” Junsu answered honestly, a startled gasp falling past his parted lips as Yoochun pressed their bodies tightly together, every sinful curve of Yoochun's body flush against his own. “but we should continue this back at the hotel.” Yoochun grinned naughtily, smacking Junsu's ass which enticed a giggly laugh to erupt from his lover’s chest. He moved unwillingly away from the warm embrace of Junsu's body, his unfulfilled need clawing through his insides in protest as he signalled nonchalantly at the bartender for drinks.
“I love you so much…” Yoochun whispered as he gazed down at his distracted lover looking about at his surroundings with renewed interest.
***
They tumbled back upon the snowy sheets in a drunken jumble, their legs entangled in a mess as they exchanged hasty, impatient kisses. Yoochun laid a trail of playful nips down Junsu's dewy nape, tasting the saccharine delight of Junsu upon the tip of his tongue mingled with the searing tang of alcohol. Yoochun still held a hazed awareness of his surroundings, marvelling at Junsu writhing underneath him, grinding their hips agonisingly together, an anxious whine falling past his lips. Junsu was far worse than Yoochun, his cheeks flushed a scarlet rouge that trailed all the way past the collar of his shirt.
Yoochun followed the blushing path, leaving a reddened track of welts from his exploring lips. Incomprehensible murmurs escaped past Junsu's lips, as he bit down on his bottom lip in vain, trying to stifle the loud moans that crawled out from his throat. Before long, their pale naked bodies glistened between the crumpled sheets, their sweat slickened skin reflecting the full moons radiance that cast a luminescent glow around them.
Junsu panted harshly, flipping Yoochun around abruptly, ignoring the groan of protest that fell past Yoochun's full lips as he sidled downwards, flicking his tongue tentatively at the pearled tip of his lover’s throbbing shaft. He licked his fingers fully, a frisky playful glint entering his heated gaze as he caught Yoochun staring down at him, his lover propping himself upon his elbows. “Fuck.” Yoochun swore furiously as Junsu proceeded to slide his slick fingers inside his own puckered hole, the erotic display of his lover preparing himself almost pushing Yoochun over the edge of his control.
Yoochun threw his head backwards in a wordless cry, the searing cavern of Junsu's moist mouth engulfing him whole fraying the ends of his consciousness, unravelling the very seams that held his tremulous control together. “Shit. Oh cra- babe-” Yoochun huffed, rising up to crash their lips in a frenzied kiss of lust, before wrapping his hands firmly around Junsu's neglected cock.
Junsu whimpered softly, as Yoochun rubbed his thumb across the weeping slit on his velvet head, his strokes steady and constant. The searing heat from Yoochun's warm palm pricked delightfully against Junsu's heightened senses, rousing a bolt of pure ecstasy to thrill through his trembling frame. Their kisses grew more urgent, Junsu rocking his hips in time with each stroke of Yoochun's hand, stirring a second rush of titillating pleasure to rip through his mind, stealing his breath away in a sudden whoosh.
Junsu lowered himself on Yoochun's hardened shaft, swallowing his lover up as he wrapped his hands around Yoochun's neck, bracing his feet against the bed while he started rolling his hips in an even rhythm. Yoochun gripped Junsu's hips, steadying his lover as he lost himself within the tightened core of Junsu's entrance. They soon established a rapid pace, Junsu swiftly releasing a startled shout when Yoochun finally pounded into a certain spot within his core, sending an arc of electricity to inflame the very fibre of his soul. Yoochun squeezed his eyes shut, groaning in anguish as Junsu clenched suddenly around him, tumbling him past the sheer edge of his control, plunging him into an abyss of pure bliss.
Junsu cried out incoherently as he felt Yoochun spilling his seed in a milky rush, the overwhelming sensation of being filled coursing through his quivering body. He felt a curious tingle flutter within his taut belly, rushing down to his throbbing cock, mounting up into a crest of pleasure that swept through his body in waves. Junsu fell forward immediately, burying his head in the crook of his lover’s neck, his lips parted in a soundless cry of ecstasy as he spilled his seed upon Yoochun's muscled stomach.
Their rapid pants gradually mellowed into languid, even breaths. Yoochun trailed a lazy hand over Junsu's side, soothing caresses that soon coaxed a satisfied purr to thrum through his lover’s body, reverberating through Yoochun's lax frame as well. He shared an indulgent kiss with his demanding lover, smiling gently as Junsu slid closer, burrowing within the protective cage of Yoochun's arms encasing him in a cocoon of warmth and love. Yoochun nuzzled the top of Junsu's tousled locks, his words echoing lovingly within the hushed silence that dominated the room.
“Happy birthday, babe.” Yoochun murmured in English, the rolling inflections sounding curious to Junsu's awaiting ears. “I love you. I’ll stay by your side forever, no matter what happens, even if you don’t want me anymore…” Yoochun continued in Korean. He faltered, a hint of his past insecurities drying the rest of his words upon his tongue, as a distressed frown furrowed his brows slightly together. His throat suddenly clenched uncomfortably, choking the tumult of his emotions from raising its grotesque head and preventing it from clawing itself past his eyes in hot tears.
Junsu shook his head gently. “I’ll always want you here by my side. I love you and I’ll never leave you as well, if and ever you decide you don’t want me anymore,” Junsu gifted Yoochun with a tender lift of his lips, pressing their lips together softly, washing away the insidious whispers of Yoochun's insecurities. “Besides, I’m confident that you’ll always want me anyways, so I have nothing to worry about...” He stated confidently brash, giggling slightly, before ducking his head to avoid the lethal glare that Yoochun shot his way.
Yoochun felt his lips tug unwillingly upwards in a rueful smile as he tucked stray wisps of Junsu's raven black hair neatly behind his ears. “Shit, how are we gonna do the concert tomorrow. We didn’t get any rest.” Yoochun commented to no one in particular, as he felt his heavy lids slide closed.