[fic] 비단길 (bidangil)
Fic : 비단길 (bidangil)
Pairing : YooSu (a little Yunjae) [Originally HoSu and ChunJae]
Words : 6k
Rating : NC-17, a little romance and smut.
Summary : Yunho and Yoochun decide to do a wife-swap with interesting results.
Excerpt : Then Yoochun broke the kiss. He looked up silently at Junsu, before moving backwards on the bed. It was like a siren call. Junsu crawled onto the bed, after him, desperate to taste those lips again.
Inspired by Junsu's bidangil. For all my unnies but especially for minesomine who wants shameless smut. Enjoy xDD. Also for vik720, demonshide7 and chihana11 if she wants it.
The two cars were parked face to face. The road was deserted, so there were no witnesses. Only one of the men remained in the car. The other three were outside, discussing.
"So we are doing this, huh ?" Yunho chuckled, leaning against his car. His gaze flicked over to the lithe man sitting on the roof of the car facing his. Leather pants ripped at the knees, a shirt barely buttoned, a hand lingering between his own legs - that was Kim Jaejoong, his eyes hooded with an invitation that Yunho was dying to accept. He had leaned forward on his perch, his lips twisted in a mocking smile - as if he knew too well the effect he was having on Yunho.
Yoochun smirked. His friend's gaze was completely on Jaejoong. Yunho got that intense look, the look that meant that his dick was controlling his brain. He reached out and snapped his fingers in front of his friend's face. "Dude."
Yunho's attention was back on him. Yoochun turned to his boyfriend. "Can you fucking tone it down for a few seconds ? I need his brain for a few more moments." In reply,Jaejoong laughed. He jumped off the the hood of the car onto the ground. Hands in the pockets of his jacket, he walked away. But not before he had leaned in close to Yoochun and whispered audibly. "Hurry up and finish the trade." He had winked at Yunho before going further away.
Yoochun resisted the urge to snap his fingers in Yunho's face once again, as his gaze followed Jaejoong until he disappeared beyond the cars. And then Yunho's eyes were back on him. But now he looked slightly uncomfortable. "Should we be doing this, Yoochun ?"
His friend shrugged. "I know that Jaejoong is ok with it. But is he ?" His gaze flicked over to the person still in Yunho's car. Yunho's wife Junsu was inside the car, wearing shades - his face completely expressionless.
"Well, he isn't enthusiastic about it." Yunho muttered. "But he didn't say no. So I am rolling with that."
"Are things cooling off between the two of you ?" Yoochun asked, momentarily curious. The way Yunho squirmed, the answer was obvious.
"So is this supposed to spice up your sex lives or something, is it ? Is that why he agreed ?"
Yunho nodded miserably. "That's what he said. Along with a whole lot of other things. That one has a sharp tongue, Yoochun. He can bruise a man's ego real good, so I warn you."
Yoochun grinned. "Poor Yunho. Don't worry. Jae will massage your ego real good."
Yunho smiled gratefully. "You are a good friend. I mean it."
His friend leaned back against the car. "It's not about me. Jaejoong wanted it. I am just along for the ride."
"You don't want to...to do this ?" Yunho gestured vaguely between their cars. "If you don't..."
"Frankly ? I don't much care. This is Jaejoong's show. He gets what he wants."
"But surely...I mean, dude this is your boyfriend. Don't you have a say ?"
Yoochun threw his head back and laughed. "You mean I should get possessive about his ass ? He will kill me if I even try that. Jaejoong has very flexible definitions of loyalty and love and things like relationships. He's a good friend first before we got into bed. He told me on day one itself that I shouldn't forget that. I guess I know now what he meant."
"So you mean you guys are cooling off too." Yunho offered.
"Oh no. Things are never 'cool' with Jaejoong. But yes, I guess he wants to sample other fish in the sea now. And being the nice boyfriend I am, I am letting him. Going all drama-queen on him will make him mad and you don't want a mad Jaejoong near you. Nah, man. I am chill. I like my peace. If he wants to fuck you to get it out of his system, he's welcome to your non-existent ass. You're no threat, Jung."
He then leaned in close, far too close into his friend's space and pressed his lips against Yunho's. Taken aback, Yunho reacted a moment too late. By then Yoochun had moved backwards with a victorious smile.
"What the hell, man ?" Yunho wiped his mouth, frantically looking around for Jaejoong.
"Relax man, I was giving your wife a show." Yoochun leaned sideways and waved. He received no response from the frigid Kim Junsu.
Yunho turned around to look at Junsu through the windshield. No expression whatsoever. Junsu was going to be difficult to handle. Infact, he doubted if Yoochun would be getting anywhere close to Junsu all weekend. He turned to warn Yoochun but his friend was busy. Jaejoong had reappeared and he and Yoochun were kissing. Then they moved apart, and Yoochun lightly slapped his boyfriend's ass. They exchanged a smile, and Yoochun dropped the car keys in Jaejoong's palm. They kissed again, a sweet kiss that made Yunho's heart ache this time.
Then Jaejoong turned and beckoned with one finger and Yunho surged towards him. They were the first to drive off. Yoochun watched the car leave, with mixed feelings. Then he went around to the drivers' side where Yunho's wife sat. Kim frozen Junsu.
He leaned in, against the window. Ducking down, he smiled at Junsu. "Hey, Junsu."
The other man turned to look at him, but the shades were not exactly transparent. He turned around. At least he was acknowledged. Yoochun stifled the sigh, and smiled. "Mind if I get in the car ?"
Junsu didn't say anything. Silence was assent in movies. So he climbed into the passenger side. He adjusted the seat to his comfort and sat there. Junsu didn't move a muscle. The keys were in the ignition but he didn't start the car yet. Yoochun watched him for a few moments, then reclined and closed his eyes. He had pretty much known that the weekend was going to be dry for him, so if Junsu wanted them to sit in the car for the entire weekend until Jaejoong brought Yunho back, so be it.
The silence must have gotten oppressive because Junsu fidgeted. Yoochun ignored him some more. He was perfectly willing to be nice but Junsu had to give him a chance.
Things improved a few minutes later. Junsu lifted his shades and turned to look at Yoochun. He smiled brightly. "Hi, again."
"How could you let this happen ?"
The question was not a surprise. Yunho had mentioned that Junsu was not completely on board.
"I didn't 'let' anything happen. Jaejoong would cut off my balls if I got possessive about him. He wanted this, and I stepped aside. A good man knows when he is beaten. Jaejoong's eyes have been on Yunho for a very long time. Infact, I thought they would get together behind my back. But apparently Jaejoong required my tacit permission."
Junsu snorted.
"I heard you thought this wife-swap thing would spice up your marriage ? That true or a load of bull ?"
"The latter. There is no marriage to speak of. He's like a dog following your bitch who looks like he is never not in heat !"
Yoochun laughed. "Easy there. Your bitterness is showing. Besides, you've not had Jaejoong. My advice is that if you get the chance, don't pass it up. He is very selective but once you're there, it's the hottest fuck of your life. The price you pay is ofcourse you might not last. He might move on and he warns you that he will. Settling down is not for the Jaejoongs of this world."
Junsu took note of the wistful tone at the end of that speech. So Yoochun was not on board this either, but he was taking it like a sport. Well that sounded like something Yunho might say. In Junsu's dictionary, Yoochun was a spineless worm. Though, his agreeing to let Yunho go was probably the same. He couldn't judge Yoochun but he had hoped that Yoochun wouldn't agree to this foolishness.
Clearly not. The spineless worm was trying to find a good angle in which to sleep. Junsu was not having that.
"So where do I drop you off ?" He started up the ignition. He didn't want Yoochun around longer than necessary.
"Hmmmmmmm...I was hoping that you..." Yoochun encountered a raised eyebrow from Junsu and hurried to clarify. "I meant, I know you're not into this whole thing. I was going to say that I will be all by myself and I thought maybe you would want to hang out."
"Oh really ? Where ? At your place so we can watch your boyfriend fuck my husband ?"
"Dude. Relax. If you drive half a mile down, there's a motel. Drop me there."
"You're going to spend the weekend at a motel ?" Junsu asked. Then he held his hands up. "You know what, it's not my business." He turned the car around, edging towards the guard rail for more leeway. Yoochun watched him as he did the maneuver confidently. Actually, everything about Junsu was about control and confidence. His eyes were hard and angry, but all the same, the anger didn't mar his looks. Junsu wasn't what Yoochun would call conventionally handsome but he was attractive. Too bad, he was just too uptight.
As they drove, Yoochun pondered if he had been too lax. But what alternative was there ? It would be the end of things between Jaejoong and himself if he had refused. And he did want to cling onto Jaejoong. They were friends first before Jaejoong had climbed on top of him one drunken night and given Yoochun the ride of his life. That they were probably friend with benefit was something that had crossed Yoochun's mind several times but Jaejoong had tried to play at the 'boyfriend' game really hard for a good long while, for Yoochun's sake.
Well, good things had to come to an end. For Yoochun, it was a nice solo weekend at a motel while Jaejoong christened every surface in their apartment with Yunho. Well, the weekend would be nice as soon as he was rid of Junsu.
The car came to a stop in front of the motel. Yoochun waved goodbye and walked upto the reception. A minute's conversation and a credit card later, he had the keys to a room. But he put off going to the room. It was still noon yet. He headed into the attached diner for a meal. Soon he was flirting with the waitress at the counter and that put him into a good mood. The chicken was good too, he had stopped at this place a few years back, and the food was as good as he remembered it. The diner was thin of company, but that was just as well. The highway between Seoul and Busan had far better motels but the crowds were what Yoochun liked to avoid.
He was in the midst of savouring a chicken leg when he felt the table move. He looked up. Kim fucking Junsu slid into the seat opposite him, looking every bit as disgruntled as he had in the car. Yoochun stifled a sigh. Hadn't he just parted ways with this one ? Why on earth was he back ? Yoochun had no desire to trade sob-stories about unfaithful boyfriends. However, he was polite. He ordered for an extra plate of chicken wings and pushed his own uneaten wings towards Junsu. The other man looked at the plate and then up at him, and then out of the window.
Well, more chicken wings for Yoochun. He got more ketchup from the counter, and settled down to enjoy the extras he had ordered. The minutes ticked by in peace, and if he stole a few glances at Junsu across the table, well, who could fault him ? In the sunlight that was streaming into the diner, Junsu looked even better. True, he was frowning, and his eyes seemed the slightest bit sad, but he was still something Yoochun would turn around to look at , if he had seen him on some random street.
Junsu caught him looking at him. Of course he would choose to turn around just when Yoochun was looking his fill.
"What are you looking at ?" He asked, his tone challenging.
"If it wasn't obvious, I must not be doing it right." Yoochun smirked, taking the bull by the horns.
"Well don't. I don't appreciate being ogled by perverts." Junsu snapped.
"Well don't just appear out of nowhere right after I thought I was rid of you." replied Yoochun, nettled.
"This is a public place. I can do what I like."
"True. But this is my booth. I paid for it. So you can sit elsewhere. I suggest the booth behind me so that you can be protected from my lust. Go on."
But Junsu didn't move. He just sat there, and stared at Yoochun, then he went back to admiring the scenery. Briefly, Yoochun considered picking up his plates and following his own plates. But Junsu baiting was the most fun he was destined to be having this weekend, it seemed. Provided he didn't rile the other man up too much, ofcourse. Junsu looked like he was operating on a hair-trigger.
Yoochun concentrated on his chicken. It was good chicken. Apologizing silently to the wings, Yoochun focused on eating. It deserved his whole-hearted attention. When he was done, he ordered two colas. And proceeded to drink both himself. He saw Junsu glance at him, like he had expected the second cola, but Yoochun had had enough of being nice. He enjoyed his two colas and then stood up, debating whether Junsu deserved a polite 'goodbye'. But the other man was steadfastly ignoring him, so he left a tip on the table and left the diner.
The prospect of returning to his room didn't appeal. Nor did going back to the diner. Besides, the sun was hiding behind clouds. Yoochun shaded his eyes and looked up at the sky. The clouds were gathering. It hadn't looked like it would rain that morning when he and Jae had set out, but clearly the weather had changed its mind. The faltering sunlight was a good thing however. He decided to go for a walk since it seemed to be getting cooler.
The best part of the Seoul-Busan highway was the scenery outside. The road wound itself between fields and mountains and right after it left the city limits. Near the city, the road went by the sea too. So altogether, a scenic route that Yoochun loved to drive along. Even as he walked, the mountains were on his left in the distance, shrouded in clouds. On either side of the highway were terraced fields. It was an uphill climb, the route he had chosen. He walked for as long as he could until he felt his lungs protesting, then he turned and went downhill back to the motel.
He had barely entered the reception area before the rain started pelting down. He saw that Junsu's car was still in the parking lot. So the man hadn't gotten a chance to leave. Was it his job to see if the other man was alright ? Probably. It seemed to be the right thing to do. He borrowed a newspaper, and using it to shield himself, crossed the lot and went to the diner. Even through the rain-drenched glass, he could see Junsu looking outward. He looked forlorn.
Yoochun stepped inside the diner and made his way back to the booth. Junsu sat there, still. He didn't even give a sign of noticing Yoochun's presence.
"Hey." Yoochun called out, sliding back into the booth.
Junsu looked at him. The anger was gone. Instead, there was...something worse. He looked like he was in pain but trying to hold it back. This was not the look of a man who had consented, however unwillingly, to the trade. No. It had been some sort of test for his friend and Yunho had failed, the moment he followed Jaejoong into the car.
"Junsu." Yoochun called out. He didn't know the man well enough to hold his hands or something though Junsu looked like he could do with some comforting. When he was acknowledged, he took a deep breath.
"Junsu, I get that this is difficult for you. But it's already happening. If you didn't want Yunho to do this, you should have said so. I know him. He would have stopped."
"I wanted him to make his own decision." The reply came after a space of few moments. Junsu was looking at his own palms, a sad smile twisting his lips.
"You can see the attraction between them as well as I can. I don't see how you could have expected differently."
Junsu's eyes flared up with anger. "You know how I expected differently ? Because of this !" He held up his ring finger. Then he pulled the ring off his finger and flung it across the diner. Yoochun looked around, alarmed but there was no one there. He shook his head and went to retrieve the ring. Bringing it back, he kept it on the table.
"Look. Yunho is not good with subtleties but he had every intention to be faithful. You gave him permission. You can't play dangerous games like that, knowing the stakes." Yoochun shrugged.
"How does this not bother you at all ?" Junsu asked, his tone sharp. "Aren't you human ?"
"I am. But I have much less at stake than you. I am not losing much." Yoochun lied. Junsu however didn't buy it.
"Liar."
"At least I am coping better. " Yoochun retorted, not at all liking the pitying look Junsu was giving him.
"Sure." Junsu replied shortly. He didn't add anything for which Yoochun was secretly grateful. They both turned to look at the pouring rain. It was marring the view outside, so all they saw was a hazy reflection of eachother's faces. It wasn't much to look at so Yoochun looked at Junsu. He didn't like what he saw - the mixture of anger and hurt seemed to be permanently etched into Junsu's face. His fingers were clenching and un-clenching, like he was planning on something, probably something rash. Time to intervene.
"Listen, it's not safe to drive back to Seoul. Why don't you get a room here at the motel ?"
Junsu looked at him for a moment, as if trying to gauge his intentions. "And do what in this dead end place ?"
"First of all, I meant, you get a separate room so don't look at me like I am trying to jump you or something. And I plan to watch some t.v. There's a nice K-drama on - 'You who comes from the stars'. I checked my phone, there's a rerun and I plan to catch up on it."
He saw Junsu crack a smile and looked at him indignantly. "What ? I like my Kdramas. I am not into sports. I don't want to say some macho lie about watching some game and then get caught out. Anyway, I checked and they have some good selection of channels. So knock yourself out."
He stood up. Junsu looked up at him. "Where are you going ?"
"The rerun starts at three." Yoochun tapped his watch. "It's two-thirty. I am going to take a bath, get comfy, order some popcorn and settle down under the covers." He smiled happily. "So I'll be off. Take my advice. Stay back here. Things will look better in the morning. Good bye Junsu-shii."
--
Yoochun suited action to word. He didn't really need a bath, but the motel had hot water. Turning the a.c to the lowest setting possible, he entered the bathroom. He stripped down completely, and stood under the warm water for a few minutes. He increased the heat of the water a little, turning around so the cascade of water fell on his back. A few minutes later, feeling much more relaxed, he wrapped himself into the hotel robe and stepped out of the bathroom and made his way to the snack bar.
It had some mini bottles of alcohol which he ignored. Instead, his fingers crept towards the packets of chips and nuts. Taking all the packets, he made his way back to the bed. He piled them on the cover, as he carefully slid under them himself, careful not to displace them. The hunt for the remote took a few more minutes along with locating the channel but soon, he was all sorted out. Fluffing out the pillows behind his back, Yoochun tore open a packet of chips, and turned his attention to the t.v. Soon, he was engrossed. Sappy love stories were right up there in his favourite things to do when left alone. It wasn't even a guilty pleasure - he felt no guilt at all. Popping some cashews into his mouth, he watched avidly.
--
Around six, there was a knock on his door. Yoochun ignored it for a few moments. The hero was leaning in for a kiss and he didn't want to miss it. However the rapping on his door was insistent enough for Yoochun to wonder if he had actually ordered dinner instead of fantasizing about doing it during the commercial breaks. But the skin care commercials had distracted him. He waited for the kiss to finish, and then got off the bed. Even so, he kept half an eye on the t.v.
"Hey."
Yoochun tore his eyes away to see Junsu leaning against the doorway. Had he been wearing those figure hugging pants before ? Yoochun's mind slightly took in the top-to-toe view on display and made admiring noises. He still had to participate in the conversation.
"Yes ? Something wrong ?"
Junsu shrugged. "No. I was just bored."
Yoochun heard the warning sounds of the commercial ending. Desperate, he opened the door wider. "Want to come in ?" Then, without waiting for an answer, he stepped back into the room, and made a beeline towards the t.v.
"Have a seat." He waved vaguely to his left, eyes glued to the t.v. The girl was pushing the guy away, eyes blazing with anger. The hapless guy didn't even what he had done wrong. He was staring at her helplessly as she walked away. Yoochun snorted, telling the t.v loudly that the guy was stupid for not running after her. When it went to commercials, he looked up at Junsu. Who was smiling.
He looked much better smiling, Yoochun decided right away. He smiled too. "Sorry, I take my dramas seriously."
"I can see that." Junsu replied, his amusement clearly visible.
"Well, I don't have much time to catch up with it during weekdays. And I keep forgetting the time for reruns. But wait, you said you were bored. This ends in another half an hour. However, we go down to the diner for an early dinner ?"
"At seven ?" Junsu looked skeptical. "That's way too early."
"We could always watch the next rerun. I believe it's Goong. I watched it before, but I could always rewatch it..." Yoochun offered. He saw Junsu get up, and pace the room impatiently before approaching him.
"I have a better idea." Junsu breathed, before coming to a stop in front of Yoochun. He nudged Yoochun's legs apart, and stood between them. With a finger under Yoochun's chin, he guided the man's head up, until they were looking at eachother. Then he leaned in, and kissed his husband's friend.
The moment their lips touched, Junsu knew there was no turning back. Yoochun's lips were soft against his, and somehow perfect. As he deepened the kiss, gently pushing his tongue past Yoochun's lips, he felt arms come around his shoulders, pulling him in. The angle was odd, but they couldn't move apart. Yoochun was sucking at his lower lip and making these pleased moans. His hands had roamed a little, and Junsu felt them against his waist, and then lower, cupping his hips.
Then Yoochun broke the kiss. He looked up silently at Junsu, before moving backwards on the bed. It was like a siren call. Junsu crawled onto the bed, after him, desperate to taste those lips. He sat down on Yoochun's lap, and then tilted the other man's head backward for more. Yoochun moaned louder, unable to help himself. Junsu's ass was nicely settled against his dick, the layer of the robe providing just enough friction. He tried to hold the restless man's hips in place but Junsu wasn't keeping still. He moved off Yoochun's lips and went lower. Parting the bathrobe, he settled down to suckle at Yoochun's neck and collar bones. Junsu's teeth were nipping lightly at his throat and all Yoochun could do was utter throaty moans, and cup Junsu through this pants as best as he could. There was no rhythm - Junsu was filling his senses and he was parting the robe and moving lower.
For a second, Yoochun rued the loss of that magnificent ass before Junsu lowered his hot mouth on his cock and he wasn't regretting anything any more. Junsu's eyes were on him - he wanted to watch Yoochun fall apart, which was fine, especially as he licked up the length slowly and then down again. Then he licked at the tip, delicately. Yoochun whimpered, begging with his eyes. Junsu smiled, a far more devious smile, before he held his gaze and wrapped one hand around Yoochun's cock and slowly sucked it into his mouth. He reached around half of the length before letting it fall out with an obscene pop. He kissed lightly at the tip, watching Yoochun groan and then held his tongue flat against the length. Slowly he wrapped his lips around the tip and then lowered his head.
It was too little and too much. The sensations, the show that Junsu was putting on for him, the way he was worshiping Yoochun's cock with his mouth, his tongue, and then when he finally broke the gaze, it was no better. He paused for a second before lowering his head further. Soon, Yoochun was almost all the way in, Junsu's throat working around his cock, adjusting to the length. Yoochun gave up trying to stay still and bucked up against Junsu's mouth. He expected Junsu to retreat but the man didn't, though he did brace one hand against Yoochun's stomach. Seeing as that was how it was, Yoochun tried again - experimentally trying to fuck Junsu's mouth. Those lips stretching around the base of his cock were too sinful - excuse enough for him to wrap his fingers into Junsu's hair and slide back into the wet heat, in and out. He trusted Junsu to stop him when the man had had enough.
Junsu stayed still, and let Yoochun use his mouth, as long as he could. Then he let Yoochun's cock fall out of his mouth. His jaw was aching and he needed air. He rested his head against Yoochun's thigh, licking every bit that he could reach. Yoochun's fingers were still wrapped in his hair and he was hard and leaking but the man didn't try to force anything. He shuddered everytime Junsu's tongue touched his cock but when Junsu looked up at him, he only got a strained smile. So when Yoochun's own hand wrapped around his cock, obviously trying to get himself some relief, and Junsu slapped it away and lowered his head, he was rewarded with a grateful smile. A few more seconds and Yoochun's come was flooding his mouth. He let some of it trickle out, and then he used a finger to wipe it up. He sucked at his own finger, slowly.
He was pushed flat on his back, and Junsu felt his belt being unbuckled. Yoochun was like a man in a frenzy, pushing and pulling at the fabric, kissing every inch of skin that he exposed. Which was the lower half since he hadn't even bothered with Junsu's shirt. When he had lowered Junsu's pants to his knees, he deemed it enough. He pushed Junsu's legs up, almost bending the other man in half in his quest for easier access. But instead of those soft lips pillowing against his cock as he had hoped, Junsu felt the tongue go lower, past his aching cock and felt the tongue lick around the rim of his asshole. Yoochun wasn't built for patience - his tongue was soon doing shallow sorties inside Junsu. He used his fingers to spread Junsu apart properly, using his tongue to dip gently at first, and then forcing his way inside. Junsu cried out loudly, his hands now solely supporting his legs, because Yoochun was too busy trying to french-kiss him in the wrong place.
Then Yoochun distractedly kissed the tip of his cock. "Wait." He breathed and was gone. He appeared moments later with a small tube of the lube, the motel's logo stamped on it. He squeezed almost all of it, first coating the outside with it, rubbing the crinkled skin a bit before letting the pad of one finger rest against the tight ring of muscles. Their eyes met, and Yoochun smiled reassuringly. He pushed the finger in a little way further. They took it slow, Yoochun waiting for Junsu to nod before pushing in further. He'd occasionally lean in and kiss Junsu's stomach, sometimes the tip of his cock, almost lovingly, while his fingers moved slowly in and out, two replacing one.
They paused for a moment, to take Junsu's pants completely off. Then Yoochun settled in between Junsu's legs. He guided his cock in with one hand, slowly breaching until the head was in. Then he leaned in and kissed Junsu. The movement, and their kiss had him penetrating automatically. Junsu cried out, beneath him, but then he was moving his hips impatiently a few seconds later so Yoochun went in deeper. Sheathed in all the way, they panted, trying to catch their breath. Junsu's arms wrapped around his neck, and he was pulled in for another kiss - another moment of respite while he enjoyed the tight warmth around his cock.
And then they were off. Yoochun pulled out a little way and then pushed in as far as he could, letting Junsu get used to the slow rhythm. Junsu's hands were around his waist, as if trying to control the pace but Yoochun was in control and he kept it slow, waiting for Junsu to ask for more. Soon enough those eyes became impatient and Junsu opened his mouth, to protest. That's when Yoochun pulled out almost all the way and slammed his hips forward. Judging by the way Junsu's lips opened, in a soundless cry, he had done something right. He did it again, and Junsu bucked up, moaning loudly. Yoochun leaned over him, holding himself up by the elbows, and let his hips do the talking. Below him, Junsu's head was to the side, his eyes shut and his mouth open as his body jerked to Yoochun's thrusts. His hands were around Yoochun's back, pulling him closer, moaning obscenely as every thrust took him closer to the promised bliss.
Junsu came first, his head thrown back, his scream louder and more raw than Yoochun had heard so far. His body automatically tightened around Yoochun's cock and he was coming inside his friend's wife. Then he rolled off to the side, and they lay side by side in silence, staring up at the ceiling.
"That was..." He tried for words, panting.
"Amazing." Junsu croaked. They turned to face eachother.
"Pretty much." Yoochun agreed, looking at Junsu. His fingers lightly pinched Junsu's nipple, and the man gasped, before pushing up against the exploring fingers.
"So about round two..." Yoochun asked tentatively, knowing full well the effect his fingers were having on Junsu's sanity. He parted Junsu's shredded shirt, and sucked at the nipple before looking up. "Any objections ?"
In reply, Junsu pushed him away before turning on his front. He panted a little but then raised his hips up, a clear invitation. He rested his head on his hands, and turned to look at Yoochun expectantly.
"Where were you all my life ?" Yoochun breathed reverently, as he took in the display set out for his pleasure, and his alone.
--
Monday morning, Yoochun got into the driver's seat of Junsu's BMW. He smiled at the man in the passenger seat who had donned his shades again and was looking at him with pursed lips.
"Sorry, I got carried away."
Junsu snorted. "Carried away would have been Saturday morning. If I had known that you'd get so insatiable about my ass, I would have not come to your room that evening."
"Sorry ?" Yoochun smiled, clearly not. He leaned in and kissed a protesting Junsu on the lips. "I would do it again, given the chance. Anywhere you'd like. Here ?"
"Cool it. I can barely sit down. You're not touching me until I say so. And believe me when I say that it will be a long time away."
That didn't faze Yoochun. "No problem. I am sure I can get to know you better in many other ways." He saw the glare and edited his statement. "I mean outside the bed, in a 'let's date' kind of way."
Junsu was silent for a moment. "Is that what we are doing now ? Dating ?"
Yoochun looked at him. "I was hoping for something more, but if you'd like to end it, then I guess..." He started the car, and adjusted the gear.
"That's not what I said." Junsu bit his lip. "I am still married."
Yoochun nodded to Junsu's finger. "I don't see a ring anymore."
"That's because I chucked it into the diner's bin that afternoon after you vanished."
"Maybe this is out of line but I am glad and I will be happier still if that ring doesn't reappear."
"No fear of that." Junsu sighed. Yunho was definitely out of the picture the moment he had stepped into Jaejoong's car without a backward glance. But did it mean that he was being replaced by Park Yoochun ? Now that was a more difficult question. Certain bits of Junsu screamed a flat no while the rest of him wanted more of the soul-satisfying sex that Yoochun had treated him to all weekend. Clearly a compromise was called for. He turned just in time to see Yoochun's gaze not on the road but transfixed on Junsu's collarbone. The shirt had slipped a little (it was too big, a touristy shirt Yoochun had to go and buy on Sunday because Junsu's own was unrecognizable).
"Eyes on the road, pervert." Junsu muttered with a smile. "I am not going anywhere."
"Is that a promise ?" Yoochun asked, looking at him hopefully.
"Well, not atleast for the present." Junsu amended his sentence. "I can't move. Thanks to you."
"If I had my way, we wouldn't have moved from the motel at all." Yoochun replied. He winked. "I feel I could have convinced you some more. There's another motel some way away. We could stop and I could..." He had pulled Junsu's hand on his lap and thrust up lightly against it.
Junsu groaned. His ass was sore but his fingers were already trying to wrap around the outline of Yoochun's cock through the fabric. "You did a very thorough job already. I am completely convinced. But..."
Yoochun whooped with delight and stepped on the accelerator.
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A/n : If anyone is still complaining about me not writing anything explicit, I am going to hell of some kind for this. I am just happy to reach my word-count though lol. Also I haven't reread this because I am embarrassed as hell right now. So if I wrote withered instead of writhed (something a lot of people do), forgive me. If anatomy is described wrongly or things are going backwards, well just imagine it the correct way.
Also two things contributed to this. Bidangil (obvs) and VIXX's 19+ appearance on Beatles Code.
Pairing : YooSu (a little Yunjae) [Originally HoSu and ChunJae]
Words : 6k
Rating : NC-17, a little romance and smut.
Summary : Yunho and Yoochun decide to do a wife-swap with interesting results.
Excerpt : Then Yoochun broke the kiss. He looked up silently at Junsu, before moving backwards on the bed. It was like a siren call. Junsu crawled onto the bed, after him, desperate to taste those lips again.
Inspired by Junsu's bidangil. For all my unnies but especially for minesomine who wants shameless smut. Enjoy xDD. Also for vik720, demonshide7 and chihana11 if she wants it.
The two cars were parked face to face. The road was deserted, so there were no witnesses. Only one of the men remained in the car. The other three were outside, discussing.
"So we are doing this, huh ?" Yunho chuckled, leaning against his car. His gaze flicked over to the lithe man sitting on the roof of the car facing his. Leather pants ripped at the knees, a shirt barely buttoned, a hand lingering between his own legs - that was Kim Jaejoong, his eyes hooded with an invitation that Yunho was dying to accept. He had leaned forward on his perch, his lips twisted in a mocking smile - as if he knew too well the effect he was having on Yunho.
Yoochun smirked. His friend's gaze was completely on Jaejoong. Yunho got that intense look, the look that meant that his dick was controlling his brain. He reached out and snapped his fingers in front of his friend's face. "Dude."
Yunho's attention was back on him. Yoochun turned to his boyfriend. "Can you fucking tone it down for a few seconds ? I need his brain for a few more moments." In reply,Jaejoong laughed. He jumped off the the hood of the car onto the ground. Hands in the pockets of his jacket, he walked away. But not before he had leaned in close to Yoochun and whispered audibly. "Hurry up and finish the trade." He had winked at Yunho before going further away.
Yoochun resisted the urge to snap his fingers in Yunho's face once again, as his gaze followed Jaejoong until he disappeared beyond the cars. And then Yunho's eyes were back on him. But now he looked slightly uncomfortable. "Should we be doing this, Yoochun ?"
His friend shrugged. "I know that Jaejoong is ok with it. But is he ?" His gaze flicked over to the person still in Yunho's car. Yunho's wife Junsu was inside the car, wearing shades - his face completely expressionless.
"Well, he isn't enthusiastic about it." Yunho muttered. "But he didn't say no. So I am rolling with that."
"Are things cooling off between the two of you ?" Yoochun asked, momentarily curious. The way Yunho squirmed, the answer was obvious.
"So is this supposed to spice up your sex lives or something, is it ? Is that why he agreed ?"
Yunho nodded miserably. "That's what he said. Along with a whole lot of other things. That one has a sharp tongue, Yoochun. He can bruise a man's ego real good, so I warn you."
Yoochun grinned. "Poor Yunho. Don't worry. Jae will massage your ego real good."
Yunho smiled gratefully. "You are a good friend. I mean it."
His friend leaned back against the car. "It's not about me. Jaejoong wanted it. I am just along for the ride."
"You don't want to...to do this ?" Yunho gestured vaguely between their cars. "If you don't..."
"Frankly ? I don't much care. This is Jaejoong's show. He gets what he wants."
"But surely...I mean, dude this is your boyfriend. Don't you have a say ?"
Yoochun threw his head back and laughed. "You mean I should get possessive about his ass ? He will kill me if I even try that. Jaejoong has very flexible definitions of loyalty and love and things like relationships. He's a good friend first before we got into bed. He told me on day one itself that I shouldn't forget that. I guess I know now what he meant."
"So you mean you guys are cooling off too." Yunho offered.
"Oh no. Things are never 'cool' with Jaejoong. But yes, I guess he wants to sample other fish in the sea now. And being the nice boyfriend I am, I am letting him. Going all drama-queen on him will make him mad and you don't want a mad Jaejoong near you. Nah, man. I am chill. I like my peace. If he wants to fuck you to get it out of his system, he's welcome to your non-existent ass. You're no threat, Jung."
He then leaned in close, far too close into his friend's space and pressed his lips against Yunho's. Taken aback, Yunho reacted a moment too late. By then Yoochun had moved backwards with a victorious smile.
"What the hell, man ?" Yunho wiped his mouth, frantically looking around for Jaejoong.
"Relax man, I was giving your wife a show." Yoochun leaned sideways and waved. He received no response from the frigid Kim Junsu.
Yunho turned around to look at Junsu through the windshield. No expression whatsoever. Junsu was going to be difficult to handle. Infact, he doubted if Yoochun would be getting anywhere close to Junsu all weekend. He turned to warn Yoochun but his friend was busy. Jaejoong had reappeared and he and Yoochun were kissing. Then they moved apart, and Yoochun lightly slapped his boyfriend's ass. They exchanged a smile, and Yoochun dropped the car keys in Jaejoong's palm. They kissed again, a sweet kiss that made Yunho's heart ache this time.
Then Jaejoong turned and beckoned with one finger and Yunho surged towards him. They were the first to drive off. Yoochun watched the car leave, with mixed feelings. Then he went around to the drivers' side where Yunho's wife sat. Kim frozen Junsu.
He leaned in, against the window. Ducking down, he smiled at Junsu. "Hey, Junsu."
The other man turned to look at him, but the shades were not exactly transparent. He turned around. At least he was acknowledged. Yoochun stifled the sigh, and smiled. "Mind if I get in the car ?"
Junsu didn't say anything. Silence was assent in movies. So he climbed into the passenger side. He adjusted the seat to his comfort and sat there. Junsu didn't move a muscle. The keys were in the ignition but he didn't start the car yet. Yoochun watched him for a few moments, then reclined and closed his eyes. He had pretty much known that the weekend was going to be dry for him, so if Junsu wanted them to sit in the car for the entire weekend until Jaejoong brought Yunho back, so be it.
The silence must have gotten oppressive because Junsu fidgeted. Yoochun ignored him some more. He was perfectly willing to be nice but Junsu had to give him a chance.
Things improved a few minutes later. Junsu lifted his shades and turned to look at Yoochun. He smiled brightly. "Hi, again."
"How could you let this happen ?"
The question was not a surprise. Yunho had mentioned that Junsu was not completely on board.
"I didn't 'let' anything happen. Jaejoong would cut off my balls if I got possessive about him. He wanted this, and I stepped aside. A good man knows when he is beaten. Jaejoong's eyes have been on Yunho for a very long time. Infact, I thought they would get together behind my back. But apparently Jaejoong required my tacit permission."
Junsu snorted.
"I heard you thought this wife-swap thing would spice up your marriage ? That true or a load of bull ?"
"The latter. There is no marriage to speak of. He's like a dog following your bitch who looks like he is never not in heat !"
Yoochun laughed. "Easy there. Your bitterness is showing. Besides, you've not had Jaejoong. My advice is that if you get the chance, don't pass it up. He is very selective but once you're there, it's the hottest fuck of your life. The price you pay is ofcourse you might not last. He might move on and he warns you that he will. Settling down is not for the Jaejoongs of this world."
Junsu took note of the wistful tone at the end of that speech. So Yoochun was not on board this either, but he was taking it like a sport. Well that sounded like something Yunho might say. In Junsu's dictionary, Yoochun was a spineless worm. Though, his agreeing to let Yunho go was probably the same. He couldn't judge Yoochun but he had hoped that Yoochun wouldn't agree to this foolishness.
Clearly not. The spineless worm was trying to find a good angle in which to sleep. Junsu was not having that.
"So where do I drop you off ?" He started up the ignition. He didn't want Yoochun around longer than necessary.
"Hmmmmmmm...I was hoping that you..." Yoochun encountered a raised eyebrow from Junsu and hurried to clarify. "I meant, I know you're not into this whole thing. I was going to say that I will be all by myself and I thought maybe you would want to hang out."
"Oh really ? Where ? At your place so we can watch your boyfriend fuck my husband ?"
"Dude. Relax. If you drive half a mile down, there's a motel. Drop me there."
"You're going to spend the weekend at a motel ?" Junsu asked. Then he held his hands up. "You know what, it's not my business." He turned the car around, edging towards the guard rail for more leeway. Yoochun watched him as he did the maneuver confidently. Actually, everything about Junsu was about control and confidence. His eyes were hard and angry, but all the same, the anger didn't mar his looks. Junsu wasn't what Yoochun would call conventionally handsome but he was attractive. Too bad, he was just too uptight.
As they drove, Yoochun pondered if he had been too lax. But what alternative was there ? It would be the end of things between Jaejoong and himself if he had refused. And he did want to cling onto Jaejoong. They were friends first before Jaejoong had climbed on top of him one drunken night and given Yoochun the ride of his life. That they were probably friend with benefit was something that had crossed Yoochun's mind several times but Jaejoong had tried to play at the 'boyfriend' game really hard for a good long while, for Yoochun's sake.
Well, good things had to come to an end. For Yoochun, it was a nice solo weekend at a motel while Jaejoong christened every surface in their apartment with Yunho. Well, the weekend would be nice as soon as he was rid of Junsu.
The car came to a stop in front of the motel. Yoochun waved goodbye and walked upto the reception. A minute's conversation and a credit card later, he had the keys to a room. But he put off going to the room. It was still noon yet. He headed into the attached diner for a meal. Soon he was flirting with the waitress at the counter and that put him into a good mood. The chicken was good too, he had stopped at this place a few years back, and the food was as good as he remembered it. The diner was thin of company, but that was just as well. The highway between Seoul and Busan had far better motels but the crowds were what Yoochun liked to avoid.
He was in the midst of savouring a chicken leg when he felt the table move. He looked up. Kim fucking Junsu slid into the seat opposite him, looking every bit as disgruntled as he had in the car. Yoochun stifled a sigh. Hadn't he just parted ways with this one ? Why on earth was he back ? Yoochun had no desire to trade sob-stories about unfaithful boyfriends. However, he was polite. He ordered for an extra plate of chicken wings and pushed his own uneaten wings towards Junsu. The other man looked at the plate and then up at him, and then out of the window.
Well, more chicken wings for Yoochun. He got more ketchup from the counter, and settled down to enjoy the extras he had ordered. The minutes ticked by in peace, and if he stole a few glances at Junsu across the table, well, who could fault him ? In the sunlight that was streaming into the diner, Junsu looked even better. True, he was frowning, and his eyes seemed the slightest bit sad, but he was still something Yoochun would turn around to look at , if he had seen him on some random street.
Junsu caught him looking at him. Of course he would choose to turn around just when Yoochun was looking his fill.
"What are you looking at ?" He asked, his tone challenging.
"If it wasn't obvious, I must not be doing it right." Yoochun smirked, taking the bull by the horns.
"Well don't. I don't appreciate being ogled by perverts." Junsu snapped.
"Well don't just appear out of nowhere right after I thought I was rid of you." replied Yoochun, nettled.
"This is a public place. I can do what I like."
"True. But this is my booth. I paid for it. So you can sit elsewhere. I suggest the booth behind me so that you can be protected from my lust. Go on."
But Junsu didn't move. He just sat there, and stared at Yoochun, then he went back to admiring the scenery. Briefly, Yoochun considered picking up his plates and following his own plates. But Junsu baiting was the most fun he was destined to be having this weekend, it seemed. Provided he didn't rile the other man up too much, ofcourse. Junsu looked like he was operating on a hair-trigger.
Yoochun concentrated on his chicken. It was good chicken. Apologizing silently to the wings, Yoochun focused on eating. It deserved his whole-hearted attention. When he was done, he ordered two colas. And proceeded to drink both himself. He saw Junsu glance at him, like he had expected the second cola, but Yoochun had had enough of being nice. He enjoyed his two colas and then stood up, debating whether Junsu deserved a polite 'goodbye'. But the other man was steadfastly ignoring him, so he left a tip on the table and left the diner.
The prospect of returning to his room didn't appeal. Nor did going back to the diner. Besides, the sun was hiding behind clouds. Yoochun shaded his eyes and looked up at the sky. The clouds were gathering. It hadn't looked like it would rain that morning when he and Jae had set out, but clearly the weather had changed its mind. The faltering sunlight was a good thing however. He decided to go for a walk since it seemed to be getting cooler.
The best part of the Seoul-Busan highway was the scenery outside. The road wound itself between fields and mountains and right after it left the city limits. Near the city, the road went by the sea too. So altogether, a scenic route that Yoochun loved to drive along. Even as he walked, the mountains were on his left in the distance, shrouded in clouds. On either side of the highway were terraced fields. It was an uphill climb, the route he had chosen. He walked for as long as he could until he felt his lungs protesting, then he turned and went downhill back to the motel.
He had barely entered the reception area before the rain started pelting down. He saw that Junsu's car was still in the parking lot. So the man hadn't gotten a chance to leave. Was it his job to see if the other man was alright ? Probably. It seemed to be the right thing to do. He borrowed a newspaper, and using it to shield himself, crossed the lot and went to the diner. Even through the rain-drenched glass, he could see Junsu looking outward. He looked forlorn.
Yoochun stepped inside the diner and made his way back to the booth. Junsu sat there, still. He didn't even give a sign of noticing Yoochun's presence.
"Hey." Yoochun called out, sliding back into the booth.
Junsu looked at him. The anger was gone. Instead, there was...something worse. He looked like he was in pain but trying to hold it back. This was not the look of a man who had consented, however unwillingly, to the trade. No. It had been some sort of test for his friend and Yunho had failed, the moment he followed Jaejoong into the car.
"Junsu." Yoochun called out. He didn't know the man well enough to hold his hands or something though Junsu looked like he could do with some comforting. When he was acknowledged, he took a deep breath.
"Junsu, I get that this is difficult for you. But it's already happening. If you didn't want Yunho to do this, you should have said so. I know him. He would have stopped."
"I wanted him to make his own decision." The reply came after a space of few moments. Junsu was looking at his own palms, a sad smile twisting his lips.
"You can see the attraction between them as well as I can. I don't see how you could have expected differently."
Junsu's eyes flared up with anger. "You know how I expected differently ? Because of this !" He held up his ring finger. Then he pulled the ring off his finger and flung it across the diner. Yoochun looked around, alarmed but there was no one there. He shook his head and went to retrieve the ring. Bringing it back, he kept it on the table.
"Look. Yunho is not good with subtleties but he had every intention to be faithful. You gave him permission. You can't play dangerous games like that, knowing the stakes." Yoochun shrugged.
"How does this not bother you at all ?" Junsu asked, his tone sharp. "Aren't you human ?"
"I am. But I have much less at stake than you. I am not losing much." Yoochun lied. Junsu however didn't buy it.
"Liar."
"At least I am coping better. " Yoochun retorted, not at all liking the pitying look Junsu was giving him.
"Sure." Junsu replied shortly. He didn't add anything for which Yoochun was secretly grateful. They both turned to look at the pouring rain. It was marring the view outside, so all they saw was a hazy reflection of eachother's faces. It wasn't much to look at so Yoochun looked at Junsu. He didn't like what he saw - the mixture of anger and hurt seemed to be permanently etched into Junsu's face. His fingers were clenching and un-clenching, like he was planning on something, probably something rash. Time to intervene.
"Listen, it's not safe to drive back to Seoul. Why don't you get a room here at the motel ?"
Junsu looked at him for a moment, as if trying to gauge his intentions. "And do what in this dead end place ?"
"First of all, I meant, you get a separate room so don't look at me like I am trying to jump you or something. And I plan to watch some t.v. There's a nice K-drama on - 'You who comes from the stars'. I checked my phone, there's a rerun and I plan to catch up on it."
He saw Junsu crack a smile and looked at him indignantly. "What ? I like my Kdramas. I am not into sports. I don't want to say some macho lie about watching some game and then get caught out. Anyway, I checked and they have some good selection of channels. So knock yourself out."
He stood up. Junsu looked up at him. "Where are you going ?"
"The rerun starts at three." Yoochun tapped his watch. "It's two-thirty. I am going to take a bath, get comfy, order some popcorn and settle down under the covers." He smiled happily. "So I'll be off. Take my advice. Stay back here. Things will look better in the morning. Good bye Junsu-shii."
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Yoochun suited action to word. He didn't really need a bath, but the motel had hot water. Turning the a.c to the lowest setting possible, he entered the bathroom. He stripped down completely, and stood under the warm water for a few minutes. He increased the heat of the water a little, turning around so the cascade of water fell on his back. A few minutes later, feeling much more relaxed, he wrapped himself into the hotel robe and stepped out of the bathroom and made his way to the snack bar.
It had some mini bottles of alcohol which he ignored. Instead, his fingers crept towards the packets of chips and nuts. Taking all the packets, he made his way back to the bed. He piled them on the cover, as he carefully slid under them himself, careful not to displace them. The hunt for the remote took a few more minutes along with locating the channel but soon, he was all sorted out. Fluffing out the pillows behind his back, Yoochun tore open a packet of chips, and turned his attention to the t.v. Soon, he was engrossed. Sappy love stories were right up there in his favourite things to do when left alone. It wasn't even a guilty pleasure - he felt no guilt at all. Popping some cashews into his mouth, he watched avidly.
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Around six, there was a knock on his door. Yoochun ignored it for a few moments. The hero was leaning in for a kiss and he didn't want to miss it. However the rapping on his door was insistent enough for Yoochun to wonder if he had actually ordered dinner instead of fantasizing about doing it during the commercial breaks. But the skin care commercials had distracted him. He waited for the kiss to finish, and then got off the bed. Even so, he kept half an eye on the t.v.
"Hey."
Yoochun tore his eyes away to see Junsu leaning against the doorway. Had he been wearing those figure hugging pants before ? Yoochun's mind slightly took in the top-to-toe view on display and made admiring noises. He still had to participate in the conversation.
"Yes ? Something wrong ?"
Junsu shrugged. "No. I was just bored."
Yoochun heard the warning sounds of the commercial ending. Desperate, he opened the door wider. "Want to come in ?" Then, without waiting for an answer, he stepped back into the room, and made a beeline towards the t.v.
"Have a seat." He waved vaguely to his left, eyes glued to the t.v. The girl was pushing the guy away, eyes blazing with anger. The hapless guy didn't even what he had done wrong. He was staring at her helplessly as she walked away. Yoochun snorted, telling the t.v loudly that the guy was stupid for not running after her. When it went to commercials, he looked up at Junsu. Who was smiling.
He looked much better smiling, Yoochun decided right away. He smiled too. "Sorry, I take my dramas seriously."
"I can see that." Junsu replied, his amusement clearly visible.
"Well, I don't have much time to catch up with it during weekdays. And I keep forgetting the time for reruns. But wait, you said you were bored. This ends in another half an hour. However, we go down to the diner for an early dinner ?"
"At seven ?" Junsu looked skeptical. "That's way too early."
"We could always watch the next rerun. I believe it's Goong. I watched it before, but I could always rewatch it..." Yoochun offered. He saw Junsu get up, and pace the room impatiently before approaching him.
"I have a better idea." Junsu breathed, before coming to a stop in front of Yoochun. He nudged Yoochun's legs apart, and stood between them. With a finger under Yoochun's chin, he guided the man's head up, until they were looking at eachother. Then he leaned in, and kissed his husband's friend.
The moment their lips touched, Junsu knew there was no turning back. Yoochun's lips were soft against his, and somehow perfect. As he deepened the kiss, gently pushing his tongue past Yoochun's lips, he felt arms come around his shoulders, pulling him in. The angle was odd, but they couldn't move apart. Yoochun was sucking at his lower lip and making these pleased moans. His hands had roamed a little, and Junsu felt them against his waist, and then lower, cupping his hips.
Then Yoochun broke the kiss. He looked up silently at Junsu, before moving backwards on the bed. It was like a siren call. Junsu crawled onto the bed, after him, desperate to taste those lips. He sat down on Yoochun's lap, and then tilted the other man's head backward for more. Yoochun moaned louder, unable to help himself. Junsu's ass was nicely settled against his dick, the layer of the robe providing just enough friction. He tried to hold the restless man's hips in place but Junsu wasn't keeping still. He moved off Yoochun's lips and went lower. Parting the bathrobe, he settled down to suckle at Yoochun's neck and collar bones. Junsu's teeth were nipping lightly at his throat and all Yoochun could do was utter throaty moans, and cup Junsu through this pants as best as he could. There was no rhythm - Junsu was filling his senses and he was parting the robe and moving lower.
For a second, Yoochun rued the loss of that magnificent ass before Junsu lowered his hot mouth on his cock and he wasn't regretting anything any more. Junsu's eyes were on him - he wanted to watch Yoochun fall apart, which was fine, especially as he licked up the length slowly and then down again. Then he licked at the tip, delicately. Yoochun whimpered, begging with his eyes. Junsu smiled, a far more devious smile, before he held his gaze and wrapped one hand around Yoochun's cock and slowly sucked it into his mouth. He reached around half of the length before letting it fall out with an obscene pop. He kissed lightly at the tip, watching Yoochun groan and then held his tongue flat against the length. Slowly he wrapped his lips around the tip and then lowered his head.
It was too little and too much. The sensations, the show that Junsu was putting on for him, the way he was worshiping Yoochun's cock with his mouth, his tongue, and then when he finally broke the gaze, it was no better. He paused for a second before lowering his head further. Soon, Yoochun was almost all the way in, Junsu's throat working around his cock, adjusting to the length. Yoochun gave up trying to stay still and bucked up against Junsu's mouth. He expected Junsu to retreat but the man didn't, though he did brace one hand against Yoochun's stomach. Seeing as that was how it was, Yoochun tried again - experimentally trying to fuck Junsu's mouth. Those lips stretching around the base of his cock were too sinful - excuse enough for him to wrap his fingers into Junsu's hair and slide back into the wet heat, in and out. He trusted Junsu to stop him when the man had had enough.
Junsu stayed still, and let Yoochun use his mouth, as long as he could. Then he let Yoochun's cock fall out of his mouth. His jaw was aching and he needed air. He rested his head against Yoochun's thigh, licking every bit that he could reach. Yoochun's fingers were still wrapped in his hair and he was hard and leaking but the man didn't try to force anything. He shuddered everytime Junsu's tongue touched his cock but when Junsu looked up at him, he only got a strained smile. So when Yoochun's own hand wrapped around his cock, obviously trying to get himself some relief, and Junsu slapped it away and lowered his head, he was rewarded with a grateful smile. A few more seconds and Yoochun's come was flooding his mouth. He let some of it trickle out, and then he used a finger to wipe it up. He sucked at his own finger, slowly.
He was pushed flat on his back, and Junsu felt his belt being unbuckled. Yoochun was like a man in a frenzy, pushing and pulling at the fabric, kissing every inch of skin that he exposed. Which was the lower half since he hadn't even bothered with Junsu's shirt. When he had lowered Junsu's pants to his knees, he deemed it enough. He pushed Junsu's legs up, almost bending the other man in half in his quest for easier access. But instead of those soft lips pillowing against his cock as he had hoped, Junsu felt the tongue go lower, past his aching cock and felt the tongue lick around the rim of his asshole. Yoochun wasn't built for patience - his tongue was soon doing shallow sorties inside Junsu. He used his fingers to spread Junsu apart properly, using his tongue to dip gently at first, and then forcing his way inside. Junsu cried out loudly, his hands now solely supporting his legs, because Yoochun was too busy trying to french-kiss him in the wrong place.
Then Yoochun distractedly kissed the tip of his cock. "Wait." He breathed and was gone. He appeared moments later with a small tube of the lube, the motel's logo stamped on it. He squeezed almost all of it, first coating the outside with it, rubbing the crinkled skin a bit before letting the pad of one finger rest against the tight ring of muscles. Their eyes met, and Yoochun smiled reassuringly. He pushed the finger in a little way further. They took it slow, Yoochun waiting for Junsu to nod before pushing in further. He'd occasionally lean in and kiss Junsu's stomach, sometimes the tip of his cock, almost lovingly, while his fingers moved slowly in and out, two replacing one.
They paused for a moment, to take Junsu's pants completely off. Then Yoochun settled in between Junsu's legs. He guided his cock in with one hand, slowly breaching until the head was in. Then he leaned in and kissed Junsu. The movement, and their kiss had him penetrating automatically. Junsu cried out, beneath him, but then he was moving his hips impatiently a few seconds later so Yoochun went in deeper. Sheathed in all the way, they panted, trying to catch their breath. Junsu's arms wrapped around his neck, and he was pulled in for another kiss - another moment of respite while he enjoyed the tight warmth around his cock.
And then they were off. Yoochun pulled out a little way and then pushed in as far as he could, letting Junsu get used to the slow rhythm. Junsu's hands were around his waist, as if trying to control the pace but Yoochun was in control and he kept it slow, waiting for Junsu to ask for more. Soon enough those eyes became impatient and Junsu opened his mouth, to protest. That's when Yoochun pulled out almost all the way and slammed his hips forward. Judging by the way Junsu's lips opened, in a soundless cry, he had done something right. He did it again, and Junsu bucked up, moaning loudly. Yoochun leaned over him, holding himself up by the elbows, and let his hips do the talking. Below him, Junsu's head was to the side, his eyes shut and his mouth open as his body jerked to Yoochun's thrusts. His hands were around Yoochun's back, pulling him closer, moaning obscenely as every thrust took him closer to the promised bliss.
Junsu came first, his head thrown back, his scream louder and more raw than Yoochun had heard so far. His body automatically tightened around Yoochun's cock and he was coming inside his friend's wife. Then he rolled off to the side, and they lay side by side in silence, staring up at the ceiling.
"That was..." He tried for words, panting.
"Amazing." Junsu croaked. They turned to face eachother.
"Pretty much." Yoochun agreed, looking at Junsu. His fingers lightly pinched Junsu's nipple, and the man gasped, before pushing up against the exploring fingers.
"So about round two..." Yoochun asked tentatively, knowing full well the effect his fingers were having on Junsu's sanity. He parted Junsu's shredded shirt, and sucked at the nipple before looking up. "Any objections ?"
In reply, Junsu pushed him away before turning on his front. He panted a little but then raised his hips up, a clear invitation. He rested his head on his hands, and turned to look at Yoochun expectantly.
"Where were you all my life ?" Yoochun breathed reverently, as he took in the display set out for his pleasure, and his alone.
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Monday morning, Yoochun got into the driver's seat of Junsu's BMW. He smiled at the man in the passenger seat who had donned his shades again and was looking at him with pursed lips.
"Sorry, I got carried away."
Junsu snorted. "Carried away would have been Saturday morning. If I had known that you'd get so insatiable about my ass, I would have not come to your room that evening."
"Sorry ?" Yoochun smiled, clearly not. He leaned in and kissed a protesting Junsu on the lips. "I would do it again, given the chance. Anywhere you'd like. Here ?"
"Cool it. I can barely sit down. You're not touching me until I say so. And believe me when I say that it will be a long time away."
That didn't faze Yoochun. "No problem. I am sure I can get to know you better in many other ways." He saw the glare and edited his statement. "I mean outside the bed, in a 'let's date' kind of way."
Junsu was silent for a moment. "Is that what we are doing now ? Dating ?"
Yoochun looked at him. "I was hoping for something more, but if you'd like to end it, then I guess..." He started the car, and adjusted the gear.
"That's not what I said." Junsu bit his lip. "I am still married."
Yoochun nodded to Junsu's finger. "I don't see a ring anymore."
"That's because I chucked it into the diner's bin that afternoon after you vanished."
"Maybe this is out of line but I am glad and I will be happier still if that ring doesn't reappear."
"No fear of that." Junsu sighed. Yunho was definitely out of the picture the moment he had stepped into Jaejoong's car without a backward glance. But did it mean that he was being replaced by Park Yoochun ? Now that was a more difficult question. Certain bits of Junsu screamed a flat no while the rest of him wanted more of the soul-satisfying sex that Yoochun had treated him to all weekend. Clearly a compromise was called for. He turned just in time to see Yoochun's gaze not on the road but transfixed on Junsu's collarbone. The shirt had slipped a little (it was too big, a touristy shirt Yoochun had to go and buy on Sunday because Junsu's own was unrecognizable).
"Eyes on the road, pervert." Junsu muttered with a smile. "I am not going anywhere."
"Is that a promise ?" Yoochun asked, looking at him hopefully.
"Well, not atleast for the present." Junsu amended his sentence. "I can't move. Thanks to you."
"If I had my way, we wouldn't have moved from the motel at all." Yoochun replied. He winked. "I feel I could have convinced you some more. There's another motel some way away. We could stop and I could..." He had pulled Junsu's hand on his lap and thrust up lightly against it.
Junsu groaned. His ass was sore but his fingers were already trying to wrap around the outline of Yoochun's cock through the fabric. "You did a very thorough job already. I am completely convinced. But..."
Yoochun whooped with delight and stepped on the accelerator.
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A/n : If anyone is still complaining about me not writing anything explicit, I am going to hell of some kind for this. I am just happy to reach my word-count though lol. Also I haven't reread this because I am embarrassed as hell right now. So if I wrote withered instead of writhed (something a lot of people do), forgive me. If anatomy is described wrongly or things are going backwards, well just imagine it the correct way.
Also two things contributed to this. Bidangil (obvs) and VIXX's 19+ appearance on Beatles Code.