[2PM] Electricity
[Title] Electricity
[Rating] NC-17
[Disclaimer] I don't own any of the 2PM boys.
[Pairings] Junbros, Khunyoung
[Summary] During a visit with a couple of friends, Junho meets Junsu, a part-time DJ who has been seeking for a source of inspiration.
[Notes] AU verse, where the boys are all sons of millionaires and business tycoons, inspired by the fabulous Hands Up MV. The fic is also peppered with screenshots from the MV!
"Having fun?"
Junho turned and looked at Taecyeon through his shades. The sun beat down warmly, as white clouds drifted across the blue sky above - the perfect day for a lounge on the deck of a luxury party cruise. Junho knew his friend and business partner, son of a billionaire tycoon, would pull out all the stops to impress him when he called to say he was swinging by for a visit. As the only heir to a multinational business conglomerate, people assumed that he was a person of high maintenance; he didn't have the heart to tell Taecyeon that he would have much preferred chatting over a cup of coffee in a local cafe.
"Can't say I hate it," said Junho with a shrug.
Taecyeon grinned. "Knew you'd like it." He crouched down next to Junho and jerked his head towards land. The smaller boy followed his gaze to see another boy stretched out comfortably on a chair in front of the swimming pool.
"So what do you think of Chansung? Is he hot or what?"
Junho rolled his eyes. Ever since he had a bad break-up with a nasty broad who cheated on him for a man even more ridiculously wealthy than he, Taecyeon had been trying to match him up with every single person on his social network. "Just because I'm open to both genders doesn't mean I go for everything with two legs," he told Taecyeon dryly.
"Hey man, I'm just asking," Taecyeon said, holding his hands up defensively. "You were pretty torn up by that bitch. Besides, Chansung's mother is the CEO of one of the bigger corporations... just figured you might connect on a business level, you know?"
Junho grunted, turning to give the boy called Chansung a second glance. Even from afar, he could make out the firm muscles of Chansung's very naked top.
"Is he joining us tonight?" he asked after a while.
Taecyeon slapped Junho on the back. "Of course he is," he said with a wink.
Junho frowned. "This is purely business, you understand."
"Sure, sure." Taecyeon ignored Junho's loud sigh and pointed at the empty glass sitting next to the smaller boy. "Want a refill?"
Junho reached for the glass. "Yeah, that sounds-"
"Uh uh, you're on vacation," Taecyeon said, snatching it away. "I'll get it."
Junho smiled. "Thanks."
"Come to think of it," said Taecyeon as he rose to his feet. "You haven't met our DJ yet, have you?"
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Heavy bass beats pounded through the earphones and filled him, rocking through his body, his soul. He lived for these moments, when the world faded away, leaving nothing but him and his music. His closest friends had all left the country - and with them, his source of inspiration - gone to a place where they were free to express themselves in song. He would have joined them, if his parents weren't so adamant about his inheritance of the family trade. So he stayed and took on part-time jobs instead; jobs that allowed him to break out of his cage - if only for a little while.
"Yo, yo, Junsu, what's rockin'?"
He twiddled a knob on the turntable, not bothering to look up; that valiant attempt at rocker speak was recognizable anywhere. "Not much, Taec, what's up with you?"
"Just came to see how my homie's doing," said Taecyeon. He felt the tall boy brush past him. "And to introduce you to a friend of mine."
He held in a snort. Taecyeon's friends followed one single pattern: sexy, powerful heirs who were content to simply cruise through a life of indulgence. Even now, on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the young Korean one called Chansung was sunbathing at an exclusively private swimming pool, while the Thai prince, Nichkhun, was swinging at golfballs on a practice course of an equally exclusive club. As much as he appreciated their company, he could never really connect with such wanton extravagance.
This new guy was probably no different.
"Nice scratching," said an unfamiliar voice.
He blinked, surprised. No one had ever commented on his technique, not after his music friends left. "Thanks," he said, finally raising his head from the turntable.
The boy standing in front of him was staring at the mixer with open admiration. Under the sun, his hair burned a fiery shade of red, a stark contrast with his pristine, white outfit.
"Junsu here's one of the best," Taecyeon said from the vicinity of the bar. "What are you feeling right now, Junho?"
"Moet, extra dry," said the boy absently. "Do you do this often?"
"Here and there," he said after he realized that the boy was speaking to him. "I'm the main act to some of the clubs downtown."
"His father owns half the clubs," Taecyeon pointed out.
"Nice," said the boy, just as an obnoxiously loud ringtone began playing.
"Keep talking," Taecyeon said apologetically, before moving away to whip his cellphone out in one move. "Wooyoung, my man, your jet landed yet?"
Silence fell between them, broken only by Taecyeon's guffaws on the other side of the deck. Suddenly aware that he ought to introduce himself, he tugged his earphones down, letting them dangle loosely round his neck. "I'm Junsu. Kim Junsu."
"I'm Junho. Lee Junho."
As the boy lowered his shades to smile at him, small eyes curving into pretty crescent moons, he felt a surge, and the beginnings of a melody flowed into form.
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"Duuude," said Chansung, as he stepped into the limousine.
"You went all out this time," Nichkhun said, laughing.
"This is what I'm talking about, baby," drawled Wooyoung, sliding in next to Nichkhun.
They were going for their night downtown. Taecyeon had informed them that a pick-up service had been arranged, so Junho wasn't at all surprised to see a white Rolls-Royce pull up to the front of their hotel to the approving whistles of Taecyeon's friends.
What he hadn't expected was Junsu's figure already lounging on the seat inside.
Junho dropped into the empty space beside Junsu, shutting the door behind him. The DJ was looking fabulous in a red Dior jacket, studs dotting the top of his shoulders. A silver earring glinted under the lights as he turned to smile at Junho.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Hey," Junho said, flushing slightly; he had been staring. Tearing his gaze away from Junsu, he looked up at the night sky through the open roof. "Is this all yours?"
"Hired. Taec wanted only the best for you."
"That boy knows how to party," Wooyoung said, grinning.
"Where is Taec anyway?" said Chansung.
"He has a new set of wheels he wants to show off," Junsu said wryly. He reached across Junho to grab a bottle of Vodka. "Pomegranate champagne cosmopolitan, anyone?"
"Who the hell wants such a girly drink?" Wooyoung snorted.
"I'm game," said Nichkhun.
"--of course, it is a very good mix, so who's to say men can't drink it?" Wooyoung amended hastily.
Junho shook his head as Chansung snickered, earning him a punch in the arm from the silver-haired boy. He met Wooyoung at an international business conference - the son of a rich hotel owner, he was part of the welcoming committee at the airport. Nichkhun also happened to be one of the participants. It was love at first sight for the wiry boy, and even then, his crush on the young Thai prince was so transparent, Junho had to wonder if Nichkhun was deliberately ignoring Wooyoung's feelings at this point.
"Junho?" said Junsu, breaking into his reverie. "Would you like one, too?"
"Hm?" Junho smiled. "Not now, thanks. I don't hold my drinks well."
"He falls asleep," Wooyoung said, grasping instantly at the chance to humiliate someone else. "The last time he drank, some older woman in her fifties nearly took him home. Who knows what might've happened if we didn't intervene."
"Wooyoung!" Junho yelped.
"I don't blame her," Chansung remarked. "You're kinda cute."
Junho scowled, but his burning red ears betrayed his embarrassment. Up close, Chansung was very good-looking, and he dressed well to boot. His patterned black jacket was not only the latest in Marc Jacob's summer line, but it also complimented the Armani leather pants that stretched luxuriously down his long legs. Though Junho wasn't interested, he wasn't exactly devoid of hormones.
"Here you go," Junsu said, his arm shooting across Junho's view of Chansung as he handed out the drinks.
Then he raised his own glass high in the air. "To a night of debauchery."
"To a night of debauchery," Nichkhun agreed.
As one, they toasted their glasses, Junho joining in with an enthusiastic air toast of his own.
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As Junsu led the group into Club Pandora, he could hear Chansung and Wooyoung's loud cheers near the entrance, signaling Taecyeon's arrival. He knew without looking that they were now admiring Taecyeon's brand-new car - a striking yellow, proof of the boy's irrational love for blinding colours.
"You'd think they've never seen a car before," Junho commented behind him.
The tune took shape, chords and notes blending into a soft harmony.
"How'd you get mixed with this crowd?" Junsu asked, turning.
The smaller boy cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"You're different," Junsu said simply.
Junho laughed; a high staccato in D major. "Believe it or not, they're the closest thing I have to a friend."
"I believe you." It was said that money couldn't buy happiness, and unless one was satisfied with a posse of ass-kissers and money-laundering assholes, that saying wasn't very far from the truth.
"What about you?" said Junho curiously. "You don't exactly fit the fold, either."
"Same reason as you," Junsu said, seconds before Wooyoung appeared and draped bonelessly over Junho's back.
"Let's get this party started!" Wooyoung whooped, crushing Junho to his side and sweeping the other boy, laughing, further into the club. Strutting in after Wooyoung, Nichkhun gave Junsu a clap on the shoulder.
Abruptly, the melody switched to a minor key, chords playing dischordantly against each other.
"Hey, crowd looks pretty good tonight," Taecyeon said, coming up to stand next to him. The tall boy had his hair slicked back, a sensual leer on his face. Swiping his fingers across his lips, he raked his eyes through the throngs of people as he swaggered into the dim lighting. Chansung followed right after with a smirk.
The DJ sighed deeply; hardly anyone came for music anymore.
"Junsu!"
Junsu blinked, realizing with a start that Chansung was waiting for him at the corner of the dance floor, the rest of the group loitering behind him.
"We don't know where the VIP booths are."
"Of course," Junsu muttered, but obligingly took the lead anyway.
They formed a line and moved deeper into the heart of Pandora, weaving through the masses of writhing bodies. Women watched them as they walked by, eyes narrowing calculatively when the boys slid into their booth, a bottle of Dom Perignon already prepared, pre-chilled, on the table.
"Well this was nice," said Taecyeon with a grin. "But I think I'll check out the bar instead."
Junsu's glanced at the bar: leaning against the counter, a pair of young American girls were flashing suggestive looks.
"I'm getting a drink first," Nichkhun said after Taecyeon left.
"Me too," Wooyoung said quickly, beaming when his crush smiled at him.
"You getting anything, Junho?" Chansung asked, settling down next to the smaller boy.
The tempo picked up, dissonant notes jerking wildly across the measure.
"Maybe," Junho said. He turned to Junsu, eyes curving gently behind his shades. "Depends on when Junsu's going on."
"Midnight," said Junsu, the beat in his head slowing to a gentle pace. "I have to prepare right now, actually."
Junho nodded. "I'll be on the dance floor then," he said.
The surge came again, and the music swelled.
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Junsu was in his element. Behind the turntable, he was mouthing the lyrics while shaking to the beat, hands working expertly at the records. He looked very relaxed, carefree even. Every so often, he would look over at Junho to give him a small smile, but the moment always lasted for no more than a split second; in the next, he was back in his world, swaying with his eyes closed.
Junho could register the smiles and was rather enjoying them, but he wasn't quite taking in much else.
Before Junsu came on, Wooyoung had ordered a shot of flaming Lamborghini and, despite Junho's vehement protests, force-fed the damn concoction to him. At first, he collapsed, wheezing - his chest had constricted so suddenly, he thought his heart would burst - but when the spots finally cleared from his vision, everything just seemed so bright and beautiful and filled with colours that he couldn't find it in him to kill Wooyoung anymore.
Plus, whatever he was doing on the dance floor must not be too bad, if the excited cheers from the crowd was anything to go by. Some girl had even given him an approving tap on the chest; he could've made a new friend if Nichkhun hadn't yanked him away.
"I hope you don't want those sunglasses anymore," said his Thai friend.
"What sunglasses?" said Junho, blinking owlishly. It took him a while to realize that Nichkhun was sitting down and thus not at eye level.
"The ones you just threw into the crowd."
"Oh. If I threw 'em, then I probably don't wan'em, right?"
"Whoa," said Nichkhun, when Junho tripped and flopped in an undignified mass over his knee. "Yeah, I'd say the sunglasses are the least of your worries."
"I'm sleepy," Junho told him solemnly.
"Maybe you should go back to the hotel," said Nichkhun. "Want me to take you?"
"Leave that to Channie," said Wooyoung, showing up out of the blue to wrap a possessive arm round Nichkhun's shoulders. "The night's still young for us."
"Do you have Khun-dar or something?" Junho snickered.
"You're drunk," Wooyoung said magnamiously. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"I don't know if Chansung's still here," Nichkhun said, seemingly unaware of their exchange.
"True," said Wooyoung. "He's in a frisky mood tonight."
Junho rubbed at his eyes and yawned. "Wha'bout Junsu? When's he done?"
"You'd have to wait at least another two hours."
"He can sleep at the booth," Nichkhun suggested. "We'll just tell the servers not to let anyone near him."
"You're so full of good ideas," said Wooyoung happily. "Okay, Junho, up and at 'em!"
Limply, Junho let the two boys jerk him to his feet and walk him back to the booth, supporting him on their shoulders. On the way, he gave a feeble wave to Junsu, who was gazing at him over the turntable again.
And this time, the DJ didn't look away.
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When Junsu finally got out of the DJ booth, Junho was sleeping soundly on the cushions. The crowd had thinned; their little gang, dispersed. Chansung made off with a sweet young thing not long after his performance started, while Nichkhun and Wooyoung had left to go someplace together. He had no clue where Taecyeon went, but he was sure it had something to do with the two girls he entertained at the bar.
Crouching down, he studied Junho with a soft smile. His little musical piece just kept growing every time he looked at the younger boy. Even now, his mind was exploding with triads, sounding with the rise and fall of Junho's chest.
"Mmm," Junho murmured. "Pancakes."
Junsu laughed quietly. Though he could watch Junho for hours, he should probably take the poor boy back to the hotel. "Junho," he said, giving the boy a gentle shake. "Junho, it's five in the morning."
Junho scrunched his nose adorably in annoyance - the key shot to a higher octave, trinkling like tiny bells. "Tha's why we should b'sleeping," he huffed.
"On a bed," Junsu said, squeezing Junho's shoulder. "Not on the hard couch of a night club."
"S'not that hard."
"I'll carry you."
Junho cracked open an eye. "Really?"
"Really."
"Okay," said Junho, smiling drowsily. "But y'gotta let me do something first."
Junsu grinned. "The toilet's on the far end of the--"
A brazen fanfare cut in and rang loud, reverberating inside his head.
Junho had leaned in to kiss him.
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There was something about Junsu that made him so very alluring.
Junho had thought as much of the handsome man when they first met; alcohol only served to stir the attraction. It also emboldened him - he would never have initiated anything sober, too afraid of the repercussions that might follow.
He was rewarded, however, when the DJ reacted instantly, cupping his face and returning the kiss with fervour. It turned deeper then, more desperate, as though Junsu was trying to claim him, all of him, in that one instance. When they finally pulled away, Junho was breathing hard, now very much awake. As they stared at each other, there was an understanding, a single, unspoken thought in the air:
Not here.
The mad sprint through Pandora felt like an eternity before they finally tumbled into the limousine that was waiting for them at the entrance. Junsu immediately latched his mouth onto Junho's neck just as the smaller boy fumbled the door shut behind them. Somewhere in the heavy make out session, they tore off each other's shirts and Junsu had Junho pinned, squirming, to the white seats.
"We shouldn't," Junsu rasped between nips. "You don't know what you're doing..."
"I know-" Junho's breath hitched when Junsu found a sensitive spot behind his ear, "-I know exactly what I'm doing."
"Oh? What are we doing?"
Junho bit his lower lip as hot palms carved a slow, burning path up the muscles paving his stomach. "Wasting our breath when we could put our mouths to better use."
Junsu chuckled huskily against his throat. "That can be arranged."
Fingers that had so skillfully worked the records in Pandora now set to unbuckling Junho's belt; within minutes, his pants and boxers had been tossed aside, and he was arching off the seat, Junsu's hand wrapped firmly around him. Smug, the DJ then slid down Junho's body with hooded eyes, hands pushing Junho's thighs apart.
Junho stuffed his fist into his mouth and bit down a moan when, true to his word, Junsu's mouth engulfed him entirely.
"Don't," Junsu purred, the vibrations sending electric jolts up Junho's spine. "Let me hear you."
Shooting a glare at Junsu, Junho shook his head wildly. He had been in limousines before, and not all of the glass panels between the driver and backseat were soundproof. The last thing he wanted was for some driver in a foreign country report his dirty deeds to the media back home.
But Junsu's lips curled around him, undeterred, and then - Junho's back curved up high, a scream tearing through his throat - his tongue dragged across a pulsing vein.
Music clearly wasn't his only talent.
As Junho fell back onto the seat, panting, Junsu released him with a smirk. Deciding to even the odds, Junho mutely grabbed a fistful of dark hair and yanked the taller boy up to catch his mouth.
They broke for air, and Junsu groaned then, pulling Junho close. "Fuck, I can't wait anymore."
Junho took the chance to unbutton Junsu's pants while tracing the sharp jawline with light kisses. "We need a condom," he murmured over Junsu's low moan, delighting at how easy it was to turn the tables on the other boy. "And lube."
Junsu exhaled shakily. "Are you sure-"
"I'm bi and I've been around," Junho said without hesitation.
The DJ stared at Junho for a moment, before he burst out laughing. "That's more honesty than I needed."
Junho made a noise of impatience. "Do you have the items, or don't you?"
"Drawer over there has hand cream," Junsu supplied. Tugging out his wallet from his loosened pants, he flipped it open. "And I have a condom right..." He stopped mid-sentence, looking up when a tube of hand cream hit him on the side of his head.
"You talk too much," said Junho quietly. Then, breathing hard, he dipped his fingers low, reveling in Junsu's hungry gaze as he stretched himself, graceless and sloppy.
It had actually been a while since he had taken a man. His previous relationship lasted rather long, all things considered, and his partner had been a woman. So when Junsu first pushed into him, his eyes rolled back, hands clawing feverishly at the seat in agony. Concern flickered through the cloud of lust in Junsu's eyes, and he stilled, but Junho, frustrated, would have none of that. Rocking against Junsu, he moved, knowing that the other boy would take the hint - and with a deep growl, Junsu did. It still hurt, of course, but they soon found their rhythm, and eventually the pain melted into sparks of pleasure as Junsu began thrusting at the spot that had Junho crying out despite his earlier efforts to restrain himself.
It was Junho who hit orgasm first, gasping Junsu's name with his head thrown back, before Junsu joined him a second later, sinking his teeth into the exposed neck and drawing out one last whimper. Sated, they didn't move for a long time, with Junsu pressed comfortably on top of Junho.
"I'm composing a song," Junsu said suddenly, breaking the silence.
"Really?" said Junho with a sleepy smile. He was starting to drift off again. "Is it almost done?"
"It is now," said Junsu, brushing a soft kiss on Junho's forehead.
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"And you remember everything?"
"Everything."
"Even the sex?"
"Especially the sex."
Junsu laughed into the phone. "Taec's disappointed you didn't go for Chansung."
"Tell the big lug that Chansung's not my type."
"Will do," said Junsu, filled with immense relief. "How was the flight?"
"Not bad, if you don't count my massive hangover. Doesn't help that Wooyoung's been on a high since last night."
"He and Khun?"
"Pretty much, yeah. Won't stop talking about it. Some details I really don't need to know."
"You could tell him about the mewling sounds you made when I slid in the second time round."
There was a pause on the other line. "You didn't write that into your song, did you?"
"No," Junsu said, grinning. "Speaking of which, I've finally sent out the demo tape to a few agencies."
"For real? That's great!"
"Yeah. Had to change some of the lyrics to make it a little more appropriate, but it's done."
"What about your parents?"
"My brother's taking over the family business instead. It's for the best, really. I don't know the first thing about running a mafia."
"Oh, ri-" The voice spluttered. "Mafia!?"
"We own half of the local night clubs, and most of the major hostess bars and strip joints," said Junsu, holding back a laugh. "Didn't make the connection?"
"When you put it that way..."
"Mm hm."
"... so will I ever get to hear this demo, or do I have to wait till I see you next week?"
Junsu closed his eyes, recalling the feel of bright curls under his palms, the thrill of mouthing dark bruises on the inside of firm thighs, and the tight, tight clutch of an eager, pliant body.
"This next song is dedicated to Lee Junho," he breathed.
"'Hot'."
[Rating] NC-17
[Disclaimer] I don't own any of the 2PM boys.
[Pairings] Junbros, Khunyoung
[Summary] During a visit with a couple of friends, Junho meets Junsu, a part-time DJ who has been seeking for a source of inspiration.
[Notes] AU verse, where the boys are all sons of millionaires and business tycoons, inspired by the fabulous Hands Up MV. The fic is also peppered with screenshots from the MV!
"Having fun?"
Junho turned and looked at Taecyeon through his shades. The sun beat down warmly, as white clouds drifted across the blue sky above - the perfect day for a lounge on the deck of a luxury party cruise. Junho knew his friend and business partner, son of a billionaire tycoon, would pull out all the stops to impress him when he called to say he was swinging by for a visit. As the only heir to a multinational business conglomerate, people assumed that he was a person of high maintenance; he didn't have the heart to tell Taecyeon that he would have much preferred chatting over a cup of coffee in a local cafe.
"Can't say I hate it," said Junho with a shrug.
Taecyeon grinned. "Knew you'd like it." He crouched down next to Junho and jerked his head towards land. The smaller boy followed his gaze to see another boy stretched out comfortably on a chair in front of the swimming pool.
"So what do you think of Chansung? Is he hot or what?"
Junho rolled his eyes. Ever since he had a bad break-up with a nasty broad who cheated on him for a man even more ridiculously wealthy than he, Taecyeon had been trying to match him up with every single person on his social network. "Just because I'm open to both genders doesn't mean I go for everything with two legs," he told Taecyeon dryly.
"Hey man, I'm just asking," Taecyeon said, holding his hands up defensively. "You were pretty torn up by that bitch. Besides, Chansung's mother is the CEO of one of the bigger corporations... just figured you might connect on a business level, you know?"
Junho grunted, turning to give the boy called Chansung a second glance. Even from afar, he could make out the firm muscles of Chansung's very naked top.
"Is he joining us tonight?" he asked after a while.
Taecyeon slapped Junho on the back. "Of course he is," he said with a wink.
Junho frowned. "This is purely business, you understand."
"Sure, sure." Taecyeon ignored Junho's loud sigh and pointed at the empty glass sitting next to the smaller boy. "Want a refill?"
Junho reached for the glass. "Yeah, that sounds-"
"Uh uh, you're on vacation," Taecyeon said, snatching it away. "I'll get it."
Junho smiled. "Thanks."
"Come to think of it," said Taecyeon as he rose to his feet. "You haven't met our DJ yet, have you?"
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Heavy bass beats pounded through the earphones and filled him, rocking through his body, his soul. He lived for these moments, when the world faded away, leaving nothing but him and his music. His closest friends had all left the country - and with them, his source of inspiration - gone to a place where they were free to express themselves in song. He would have joined them, if his parents weren't so adamant about his inheritance of the family trade. So he stayed and took on part-time jobs instead; jobs that allowed him to break out of his cage - if only for a little while.
"Yo, yo, Junsu, what's rockin'?"
He twiddled a knob on the turntable, not bothering to look up; that valiant attempt at rocker speak was recognizable anywhere. "Not much, Taec, what's up with you?"
"Just came to see how my homie's doing," said Taecyeon. He felt the tall boy brush past him. "And to introduce you to a friend of mine."
He held in a snort. Taecyeon's friends followed one single pattern: sexy, powerful heirs who were content to simply cruise through a life of indulgence. Even now, on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the young Korean one called Chansung was sunbathing at an exclusively private swimming pool, while the Thai prince, Nichkhun, was swinging at golfballs on a practice course of an equally exclusive club. As much as he appreciated their company, he could never really connect with such wanton extravagance.
This new guy was probably no different.
"Nice scratching," said an unfamiliar voice.
He blinked, surprised. No one had ever commented on his technique, not after his music friends left. "Thanks," he said, finally raising his head from the turntable.
The boy standing in front of him was staring at the mixer with open admiration. Under the sun, his hair burned a fiery shade of red, a stark contrast with his pristine, white outfit.
"Junsu here's one of the best," Taecyeon said from the vicinity of the bar. "What are you feeling right now, Junho?"
"Moet, extra dry," said the boy absently. "Do you do this often?"
"Here and there," he said after he realized that the boy was speaking to him. "I'm the main act to some of the clubs downtown."
"His father owns half the clubs," Taecyeon pointed out.
"Nice," said the boy, just as an obnoxiously loud ringtone began playing.
"Keep talking," Taecyeon said apologetically, before moving away to whip his cellphone out in one move. "Wooyoung, my man, your jet landed yet?"
Silence fell between them, broken only by Taecyeon's guffaws on the other side of the deck. Suddenly aware that he ought to introduce himself, he tugged his earphones down, letting them dangle loosely round his neck. "I'm Junsu. Kim Junsu."
"I'm Junho. Lee Junho."
As the boy lowered his shades to smile at him, small eyes curving into pretty crescent moons, he felt a surge, and the beginnings of a melody flowed into form.
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"Duuude," said Chansung, as he stepped into the limousine.
"You went all out this time," Nichkhun said, laughing.
"This is what I'm talking about, baby," drawled Wooyoung, sliding in next to Nichkhun.
They were going for their night downtown. Taecyeon had informed them that a pick-up service had been arranged, so Junho wasn't at all surprised to see a white Rolls-Royce pull up to the front of their hotel to the approving whistles of Taecyeon's friends.
What he hadn't expected was Junsu's figure already lounging on the seat inside.
Junho dropped into the empty space beside Junsu, shutting the door behind him. The DJ was looking fabulous in a red Dior jacket, studs dotting the top of his shoulders. A silver earring glinted under the lights as he turned to smile at Junho.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Hey," Junho said, flushing slightly; he had been staring. Tearing his gaze away from Junsu, he looked up at the night sky through the open roof. "Is this all yours?"
"Hired. Taec wanted only the best for you."
"That boy knows how to party," Wooyoung said, grinning.
"Where is Taec anyway?" said Chansung.
"He has a new set of wheels he wants to show off," Junsu said wryly. He reached across Junho to grab a bottle of Vodka. "Pomegranate champagne cosmopolitan, anyone?"
"Who the hell wants such a girly drink?" Wooyoung snorted.
"I'm game," said Nichkhun.
"--of course, it is a very good mix, so who's to say men can't drink it?" Wooyoung amended hastily.
Junho shook his head as Chansung snickered, earning him a punch in the arm from the silver-haired boy. He met Wooyoung at an international business conference - the son of a rich hotel owner, he was part of the welcoming committee at the airport. Nichkhun also happened to be one of the participants. It was love at first sight for the wiry boy, and even then, his crush on the young Thai prince was so transparent, Junho had to wonder if Nichkhun was deliberately ignoring Wooyoung's feelings at this point.
"Junho?" said Junsu, breaking into his reverie. "Would you like one, too?"
"Hm?" Junho smiled. "Not now, thanks. I don't hold my drinks well."
"He falls asleep," Wooyoung said, grasping instantly at the chance to humiliate someone else. "The last time he drank, some older woman in her fifties nearly took him home. Who knows what might've happened if we didn't intervene."
"Wooyoung!" Junho yelped.
"I don't blame her," Chansung remarked. "You're kinda cute."
Junho scowled, but his burning red ears betrayed his embarrassment. Up close, Chansung was very good-looking, and he dressed well to boot. His patterned black jacket was not only the latest in Marc Jacob's summer line, but it also complimented the Armani leather pants that stretched luxuriously down his long legs. Though Junho wasn't interested, he wasn't exactly devoid of hormones.
"Here you go," Junsu said, his arm shooting across Junho's view of Chansung as he handed out the drinks.
Then he raised his own glass high in the air. "To a night of debauchery."
"To a night of debauchery," Nichkhun agreed.
As one, they toasted their glasses, Junho joining in with an enthusiastic air toast of his own.
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As Junsu led the group into Club Pandora, he could hear Chansung and Wooyoung's loud cheers near the entrance, signaling Taecyeon's arrival. He knew without looking that they were now admiring Taecyeon's brand-new car - a striking yellow, proof of the boy's irrational love for blinding colours.
"You'd think they've never seen a car before," Junho commented behind him.
The tune took shape, chords and notes blending into a soft harmony.
"How'd you get mixed with this crowd?" Junsu asked, turning.
The smaller boy cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"You're different," Junsu said simply.
Junho laughed; a high staccato in D major. "Believe it or not, they're the closest thing I have to a friend."
"I believe you." It was said that money couldn't buy happiness, and unless one was satisfied with a posse of ass-kissers and money-laundering assholes, that saying wasn't very far from the truth.
"What about you?" said Junho curiously. "You don't exactly fit the fold, either."
"Same reason as you," Junsu said, seconds before Wooyoung appeared and draped bonelessly over Junho's back.
"Let's get this party started!" Wooyoung whooped, crushing Junho to his side and sweeping the other boy, laughing, further into the club. Strutting in after Wooyoung, Nichkhun gave Junsu a clap on the shoulder.
Abruptly, the melody switched to a minor key, chords playing dischordantly against each other.
"Hey, crowd looks pretty good tonight," Taecyeon said, coming up to stand next to him. The tall boy had his hair slicked back, a sensual leer on his face. Swiping his fingers across his lips, he raked his eyes through the throngs of people as he swaggered into the dim lighting. Chansung followed right after with a smirk.
The DJ sighed deeply; hardly anyone came for music anymore.
"Junsu!"
Junsu blinked, realizing with a start that Chansung was waiting for him at the corner of the dance floor, the rest of the group loitering behind him.
"We don't know where the VIP booths are."
"Of course," Junsu muttered, but obligingly took the lead anyway.
They formed a line and moved deeper into the heart of Pandora, weaving through the masses of writhing bodies. Women watched them as they walked by, eyes narrowing calculatively when the boys slid into their booth, a bottle of Dom Perignon already prepared, pre-chilled, on the table.
"Well this was nice," said Taecyeon with a grin. "But I think I'll check out the bar instead."
Junsu's glanced at the bar: leaning against the counter, a pair of young American girls were flashing suggestive looks.
"I'm getting a drink first," Nichkhun said after Taecyeon left.
"Me too," Wooyoung said quickly, beaming when his crush smiled at him.
"You getting anything, Junho?" Chansung asked, settling down next to the smaller boy.
The tempo picked up, dissonant notes jerking wildly across the measure.
"Maybe," Junho said. He turned to Junsu, eyes curving gently behind his shades. "Depends on when Junsu's going on."
"Midnight," said Junsu, the beat in his head slowing to a gentle pace. "I have to prepare right now, actually."
Junho nodded. "I'll be on the dance floor then," he said.
The surge came again, and the music swelled.
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Junsu was in his element. Behind the turntable, he was mouthing the lyrics while shaking to the beat, hands working expertly at the records. He looked very relaxed, carefree even. Every so often, he would look over at Junho to give him a small smile, but the moment always lasted for no more than a split second; in the next, he was back in his world, swaying with his eyes closed.
Junho could register the smiles and was rather enjoying them, but he wasn't quite taking in much else.
Before Junsu came on, Wooyoung had ordered a shot of flaming Lamborghini and, despite Junho's vehement protests, force-fed the damn concoction to him. At first, he collapsed, wheezing - his chest had constricted so suddenly, he thought his heart would burst - but when the spots finally cleared from his vision, everything just seemed so bright and beautiful and filled with colours that he couldn't find it in him to kill Wooyoung anymore.
Plus, whatever he was doing on the dance floor must not be too bad, if the excited cheers from the crowd was anything to go by. Some girl had even given him an approving tap on the chest; he could've made a new friend if Nichkhun hadn't yanked him away.
"I hope you don't want those sunglasses anymore," said his Thai friend.
"What sunglasses?" said Junho, blinking owlishly. It took him a while to realize that Nichkhun was sitting down and thus not at eye level.
"The ones you just threw into the crowd."
"Oh. If I threw 'em, then I probably don't wan'em, right?"
"Whoa," said Nichkhun, when Junho tripped and flopped in an undignified mass over his knee. "Yeah, I'd say the sunglasses are the least of your worries."
"I'm sleepy," Junho told him solemnly.
"Maybe you should go back to the hotel," said Nichkhun. "Want me to take you?"
"Leave that to Channie," said Wooyoung, showing up out of the blue to wrap a possessive arm round Nichkhun's shoulders. "The night's still young for us."
"Do you have Khun-dar or something?" Junho snickered.
"You're drunk," Wooyoung said magnamiously. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"I don't know if Chansung's still here," Nichkhun said, seemingly unaware of their exchange.
"True," said Wooyoung. "He's in a frisky mood tonight."
Junho rubbed at his eyes and yawned. "Wha'bout Junsu? When's he done?"
"You'd have to wait at least another two hours."
"He can sleep at the booth," Nichkhun suggested. "We'll just tell the servers not to let anyone near him."
"You're so full of good ideas," said Wooyoung happily. "Okay, Junho, up and at 'em!"
Limply, Junho let the two boys jerk him to his feet and walk him back to the booth, supporting him on their shoulders. On the way, he gave a feeble wave to Junsu, who was gazing at him over the turntable again.
And this time, the DJ didn't look away.
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When Junsu finally got out of the DJ booth, Junho was sleeping soundly on the cushions. The crowd had thinned; their little gang, dispersed. Chansung made off with a sweet young thing not long after his performance started, while Nichkhun and Wooyoung had left to go someplace together. He had no clue where Taecyeon went, but he was sure it had something to do with the two girls he entertained at the bar.
Crouching down, he studied Junho with a soft smile. His little musical piece just kept growing every time he looked at the younger boy. Even now, his mind was exploding with triads, sounding with the rise and fall of Junho's chest.
"Mmm," Junho murmured. "Pancakes."
Junsu laughed quietly. Though he could watch Junho for hours, he should probably take the poor boy back to the hotel. "Junho," he said, giving the boy a gentle shake. "Junho, it's five in the morning."
Junho scrunched his nose adorably in annoyance - the key shot to a higher octave, trinkling like tiny bells. "Tha's why we should b'sleeping," he huffed.
"On a bed," Junsu said, squeezing Junho's shoulder. "Not on the hard couch of a night club."
"S'not that hard."
"I'll carry you."
Junho cracked open an eye. "Really?"
"Really."
"Okay," said Junho, smiling drowsily. "But y'gotta let me do something first."
Junsu grinned. "The toilet's on the far end of the--"
A brazen fanfare cut in and rang loud, reverberating inside his head.
Junho had leaned in to kiss him.
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There was something about Junsu that made him so very alluring.
Junho had thought as much of the handsome man when they first met; alcohol only served to stir the attraction. It also emboldened him - he would never have initiated anything sober, too afraid of the repercussions that might follow.
He was rewarded, however, when the DJ reacted instantly, cupping his face and returning the kiss with fervour. It turned deeper then, more desperate, as though Junsu was trying to claim him, all of him, in that one instance. When they finally pulled away, Junho was breathing hard, now very much awake. As they stared at each other, there was an understanding, a single, unspoken thought in the air:
Not here.
The mad sprint through Pandora felt like an eternity before they finally tumbled into the limousine that was waiting for them at the entrance. Junsu immediately latched his mouth onto Junho's neck just as the smaller boy fumbled the door shut behind them. Somewhere in the heavy make out session, they tore off each other's shirts and Junsu had Junho pinned, squirming, to the white seats.
"We shouldn't," Junsu rasped between nips. "You don't know what you're doing..."
"I know-" Junho's breath hitched when Junsu found a sensitive spot behind his ear, "-I know exactly what I'm doing."
"Oh? What are we doing?"
Junho bit his lower lip as hot palms carved a slow, burning path up the muscles paving his stomach. "Wasting our breath when we could put our mouths to better use."
Junsu chuckled huskily against his throat. "That can be arranged."
Fingers that had so skillfully worked the records in Pandora now set to unbuckling Junho's belt; within minutes, his pants and boxers had been tossed aside, and he was arching off the seat, Junsu's hand wrapped firmly around him. Smug, the DJ then slid down Junho's body with hooded eyes, hands pushing Junho's thighs apart.
Junho stuffed his fist into his mouth and bit down a moan when, true to his word, Junsu's mouth engulfed him entirely.
"Don't," Junsu purred, the vibrations sending electric jolts up Junho's spine. "Let me hear you."
Shooting a glare at Junsu, Junho shook his head wildly. He had been in limousines before, and not all of the glass panels between the driver and backseat were soundproof. The last thing he wanted was for some driver in a foreign country report his dirty deeds to the media back home.
But Junsu's lips curled around him, undeterred, and then - Junho's back curved up high, a scream tearing through his throat - his tongue dragged across a pulsing vein.
Music clearly wasn't his only talent.
As Junho fell back onto the seat, panting, Junsu released him with a smirk. Deciding to even the odds, Junho mutely grabbed a fistful of dark hair and yanked the taller boy up to catch his mouth.
They broke for air, and Junsu groaned then, pulling Junho close. "Fuck, I can't wait anymore."
Junho took the chance to unbutton Junsu's pants while tracing the sharp jawline with light kisses. "We need a condom," he murmured over Junsu's low moan, delighting at how easy it was to turn the tables on the other boy. "And lube."
Junsu exhaled shakily. "Are you sure-"
"I'm bi and I've been around," Junho said without hesitation.
The DJ stared at Junho for a moment, before he burst out laughing. "That's more honesty than I needed."
Junho made a noise of impatience. "Do you have the items, or don't you?"
"Drawer over there has hand cream," Junsu supplied. Tugging out his wallet from his loosened pants, he flipped it open. "And I have a condom right..." He stopped mid-sentence, looking up when a tube of hand cream hit him on the side of his head.
"You talk too much," said Junho quietly. Then, breathing hard, he dipped his fingers low, reveling in Junsu's hungry gaze as he stretched himself, graceless and sloppy.
It had actually been a while since he had taken a man. His previous relationship lasted rather long, all things considered, and his partner had been a woman. So when Junsu first pushed into him, his eyes rolled back, hands clawing feverishly at the seat in agony. Concern flickered through the cloud of lust in Junsu's eyes, and he stilled, but Junho, frustrated, would have none of that. Rocking against Junsu, he moved, knowing that the other boy would take the hint - and with a deep growl, Junsu did. It still hurt, of course, but they soon found their rhythm, and eventually the pain melted into sparks of pleasure as Junsu began thrusting at the spot that had Junho crying out despite his earlier efforts to restrain himself.
It was Junho who hit orgasm first, gasping Junsu's name with his head thrown back, before Junsu joined him a second later, sinking his teeth into the exposed neck and drawing out one last whimper. Sated, they didn't move for a long time, with Junsu pressed comfortably on top of Junho.
"I'm composing a song," Junsu said suddenly, breaking the silence.
"Really?" said Junho with a sleepy smile. He was starting to drift off again. "Is it almost done?"
"It is now," said Junsu, brushing a soft kiss on Junho's forehead.
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"And you remember everything?"
"Everything."
"Even the sex?"
"Especially the sex."
Junsu laughed into the phone. "Taec's disappointed you didn't go for Chansung."
"Tell the big lug that Chansung's not my type."
"Will do," said Junsu, filled with immense relief. "How was the flight?"
"Not bad, if you don't count my massive hangover. Doesn't help that Wooyoung's been on a high since last night."
"He and Khun?"
"Pretty much, yeah. Won't stop talking about it. Some details I really don't need to know."
"You could tell him about the mewling sounds you made when I slid in the second time round."
There was a pause on the other line. "You didn't write that into your song, did you?"
"No," Junsu said, grinning. "Speaking of which, I've finally sent out the demo tape to a few agencies."
"For real? That's great!"
"Yeah. Had to change some of the lyrics to make it a little more appropriate, but it's done."
"What about your parents?"
"My brother's taking over the family business instead. It's for the best, really. I don't know the first thing about running a mafia."
"Oh, ri-" The voice spluttered. "Mafia!?"
"We own half of the local night clubs, and most of the major hostess bars and strip joints," said Junsu, holding back a laugh. "Didn't make the connection?"
"When you put it that way..."
"Mm hm."
"... so will I ever get to hear this demo, or do I have to wait till I see you next week?"
Junsu closed his eyes, recalling the feel of bright curls under his palms, the thrill of mouthing dark bruises on the inside of firm thighs, and the tight, tight clutch of an eager, pliant body.
"This next song is dedicated to Lee Junho," he breathed.
"'Hot'."