Green is the Color of Love 4/5 (really, just shut up)
Title: Green is the Color of Love 4/5
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu (minor Jaejoong/Yunho/Changmin)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd totally get stoned with them.
Summary: Yoochun finds out that Junsu tastes like peppermint and fresh snow. He also finds out that Junsu has wanted to taste him for years. So why is he suddenly resisting?
WARNING: Minor drug use (just weed)
A/N: This is a birthday fic for mexicananallama Her birthday was WEEKS ago. She gave me the gif that's about half way through the first part as inspriation. Sorry this took so long darling. It will be four parts! I hope you like it. ♥♥♥♥
Yes, it's five parts now ... *sighs* ...
Poster credit goes to inrukisarms! Thank you, darling!
Part 4: From Junsu's POV
Junsu skipped a shower. He ran to the locker room, grabbed his stuff and then ran out, barely saying goodbye to the rest of the team. Half way to Yoochun’s he sent him a text saying he was on his way.
From: CheezChun
im in my room ….... ;)
From: CheezChun
no one is hom …........ ;)
From: CheezChun
things are getting steamy smoky …..... ;)
Junsu stopped and sighed. Typical Yoochun. Fucker was high.
From: BubbleSu
some days I hate you
He wondered if he should even bother going to Yoochun’s now. He didn’t want to talk to a stoned Yoochun. He loved stoned Yoochun, but this was important. Yoochun was once again showing his complete disregard for--His phone beeped.
From: CheezChun
all days i love you
Junsu smiled at his phone and started walking. He’d at least go make sure Yoochun wasn’t drunk. They could talk a different day.
Junsu tried not to think on his way there. He’d been so happy for the rest of school, even the guys on the team wondered who’d he’d gotten a blow job from because he’d been smiling so much. He had to remind himself that this wasn’t the end. That Yoochun … that Yoochun what? Did Yoochun really care about him? Really love him? Or was that the weed talking?
He let himself into Yoochun’s house, re-locking the door behind him. He took his shoes off and set his bag down before heading up the stairs. As he came close to Yoochun’s door, the smell of weed permeated the hallway. He tried the knob, but it was locked, so he knocked four times, and then two times, and then four times, and then three times.
Giggles sounded through the door. “What’s the password?”
“Yoochun, open the door.”
“Password.”
Yoochun hadn’t asked for a password since junior high. It was cute, and Junsu smiled and shook his head. “I don’t remember the password,” Junsu lied.
The door swung open. Junsu looked down. Yoochun was lying on his bed, his head hanging off the end of it. He still gripped the door knob, so Junsu only saw a sliver into the room.
Yoochun pouted. “You don’t remember?”
Junsu forcibly entered the room. Yoochun pouted as he shut the door. Junsu moved into the room, aware of Yoochun’s eyes watching him. Junsu was mad, yes, but knowing Yoochun, Junsu should have seen it coming. Yoochun always smoked weed when he was stressed out.
He went to sit at Yoochun’s desk and stopped in surprise. Seeing Yoochun’s calculus notebook, he let out a burst of laughter. Lightly, he traced their names and the hearts Yoochun had drawn. He smiled, shook his head and then went back to the end of the bed and sat on the floor. He leaned his head on the edge of bed so their heads were next to each other. Yoochun pondered him upside down and then shrugged. He took a hit off the smoldering joint in his hands. He blew the smoke up and then held the joint up. Junsu sighed, but wrapped his finger tips around it and took a hit from it.
“Grandutislaformitch,” Junsu said.
Yoochun laughed and shoved him. “You do remember, bitch, don’t scare me like that.”
“Why are you high?” Junsu said even as he took another hit. “We’re supposed to be talking.”
Yoochun frowned and reached for the joint. He stared at it before puffing on it. “Yeah, I know, but I … I was freaking myself out. Like really. Like hair pulling, pacing, doubting freaking out. Sort of like how you are all the time.”
Junsu scoffed and then said, “And?”
“And what?” Yoochun asked while trying to hold in a hit.
“And what did you decide?”
Yoochun turned on his side so he was facing Junsu. Junsu kept his face away and blew out a cloud of smoke. “I made my decision. I was freaking out about what you would decide.”
Junsu didn’t answer. They each took a couple more hits and then Yoochun killed the roach. The weed was fogging Junsu’s brain up, just like it always did. It felt nice. The end of Yoochun’s bed felt nice. The fingers running through his hair felt nice.
“God, this is creeper bud,” Junsu said, slightly slurred.
“A little. You’re just a light weight.”
Junsu moaned and curled toward Yoochun’s voice, but he was upside down and their faces were pressed together oddly and Junsu wanted to cuddle. He moaned as he forced his body up and slid onto Yoochun’s bed until he was sprawled diagonally across it. Yoochun shifted and then lay next to him and Junsu buried himself into Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun’s arm draped around his middle.
“I’m scared, Chunnie,” Junsu whispered. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“Me, too. But losing you is not an option.”
“I … lo … I love you, Chunnie,” he said, bold because of the weed, but still so terrified that he’d laugh, he’d hurt him, he’d run away.
“I love you, too, Su. Always will. I always have.”
They lay in silence. Junsu’s mind was swimming toward sleeping and then Yoochun laughed.
“What?”
“You stink. You didn’t shower?”
“No, I wanted to get here. If I had known you were high, I would have showered first.”
“Go shower.”
“No. Your punishment for being high when we’re supposed to be talking is having to smell me.”
Yoochun nuzzled his hair and said, “Not much of a punishment. You’re all sweaty and sexy in your soccer uniform. I like it.”
Junsu smiled and rolled onto his back. Yoochun propped up on an elbow. They both smiled and then the moment was broken when Yoochun yawned.
“Go on,” he said, “I’ll go find us some kimchi to snack on.”
Junsu’s stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly.
Yoochun laughed. “Okay, let’s go out. I’m buying.”
“It’s a school night,” Junsu moaned, even as he sat up. His body felt like water.
“And I’m buying.”
“Fine. I’m going to go shower.”
“Want some--” Yoochun didn’t finish and Junsu turned to face him. He pouted.
“What?” Yoochun asked, fingers fiddling with a pillowcase.
“You stopped.”
“Stopped?”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “You stopped with the corny ‘want some help in the shower’ pick up line.”
Yoochun shrugged and still wouldn’t meet his eyes. “And?”
“That’s weird. Why did you stop?” Junsu turned around so he was kneeling on the very edge of the bed, his feet dangling from the side. He swayed, the feeling of water sloshing through his muscles intensified and he put his hands down on the bed to stop the feeling of imbalance. And that put him that much closer to Yoochun’s face. “Why did you stop?”
“I just … I want another hit.”
Junsu smiled. “Sorry. You’re not hiding behind it now. Tell me why?” His waving body surged him closer. “Don’t you want to see me naked, Chunnie? Touch my skin.”
Yoochun shut his eyes and nodded. “Yes, god yes, but Jaejoong said …”
“What did Jaejoong say?”
“Not to make jokes, not to hit on you, not to … you know, be me and shit, because then I thought about it and he’s right. I don’t want you to think it’s about sex, Su.”
Junsu’s smile widened. “It’s not about sex?”
“No!” Yoochun bit his lower lip. “I don’t want you to think that’s all I want.”
“What do you want?”
Yoochun looked up and their eyes met. “I want you. I want my Junsu.”
“Did Jaejoong tell you to say that too?”
“No.”
“What else did he tell you?”
Yoochun frowned and opened his mouth, and then closed it. “Um, later?”
“That bad?”
“Good, too. He told me how he takes you dancing with him and Changmin and something about you dancing with other guys that I have the sudden urge to beat up.”
Junsu laughed and fell into Yoochun’s body, face at his side. Yoochun’s arm rose and settled over his shoulder, fingers trailing along his lower back.
“I want to dance with you.”
“I want to shower with you. Come on.”
Junsu bounced up, water solidifying in his skin as his feet hit the floor. He heard Yoochun slowly get up behind him. He lifted his soccer shirt and the tank top underneath it over his head at once.
“Junsu?”
Junsu smirked over his shoulder. “Come on, bastard. Come and help get me clean so you can take me out to dinner like a proper boyfriend.”
“Boyfriends now? That was quick.”
Junsu shrugged, entering the bathroom. “What? It’s going to happen eventually. Like tonight or tomorrow or the next day. I just have to listen to Jaejoong a little. And stop being stupid.”
Their eyes met through the mirror. Junsu swallowed. Yoochun had taken his shirt off. For the first time, he obviously let his gaze trace over his body. No more furtive looks. No more glimpses here and there. He felt his cheeks heat as Yoochun slowly smiled and moved in behind him.
“You know, I love what weed does to you.” Yoochun molded his body against Junsu’s back, arms wrapping around his waist.
Junsu’s breath caught at the feel of skin on skin. It wasn’t the first time, but it was different. “What does weed do to me?”
“Makes you bolder, braver. Well, I guess I should say it tears down the inhibitions you have about yourself and the real you, the bold you, the brave you, the honest you, comes crashing out and I love that you.”
Yoochun tightened his hold and buried his face in Junsu’s neck. Junsu lifted his hands and gripped Yoochun’s arms
Junsu stared at them in the mirror. Stared at Yoochun’s arms around him. It was what he wanted for so long. Jaejoong was right; he’d be stupid to let this go because Junsu was afraid it wasn’t real, afraid it was going to fall apart, afraid he’d lose everything.
“I don’t really need a shower,” Yoochun mumbled into Junsu’s neck. “Already took one. So I’m going to let you shower and I’m going to go back to bed and try to refrain from imagining you in the shower and then we’re going to go out.”
Junsu turned in his arms and frowned. “Chunnie, but I …”
Yoochun smiled. “I know. Me, too. But if I shower with you right now, and get to touch you--” He ran his hands over Junsu’s arms--”we’ll never make it to dinner.”
“That’s okay,” Junsu said and his cheeks turned red again as he said, “I’m only hungry for you anyway.”
Yoochun laughed. “That sounds like something I would say.”
“I learned from the best.”
Yoochun touched Junsu’s cheek. “Can I kiss you now?”
Junsu blushed and looked down. He nodded and said, “If you don’t, I think I’ll hurt you.”
Yoochun moved closer. The edge of the sink dug into Junsu’s ass as their bodies melted. Yoochun’s fingers tightened on his chin and brought his head up. Junsu’s heart stopped and his eyes fluttered as Yoochun’s breath puffed over his lips. He parted his lips and then moaned as Yoochun stopped moving, just there.
“God, I hate you, you fucking tease,” Junsu said. He gripped the top of Yoochun’s jeans, slid their bodies together and then closed the distance between their lips.
Yoochun moaned first, mouth opening. He wrapped his arms around Junsu’s waist as their tongues touched. The lightheaded feeling compounded and Junsu knew that it was only partially because he was stoned. His fingertips burned on Yoochun’s skin. His lips were on fire, too. He didn’t even want to think about how hot his body was. How hot Yoochun’s body was. Their kiss slowed from frantic oh my god, finally to insistent oh my god, don’t stop.
“Su?” Yoochun said.
Junsu didn’t answer and kept their lips together and his eyes shut and his arms around Yoochun’s waist and their bodies pressed together. He didn’t try to hide his erection, moaning as Yoochun shifted and his thigh pressed against him.
Yoochun had to cup Junsu’s cheeks and yank himself away from his lips.
Junsu frowned. “Bastard. Kiss me.”
Yoochun laughed. “Bitch,” he whispered and kissed him, softly, no tongue and Junsu’s fingers wrapped around his wrists as he tried to get Yoochun to speed up.
“Shower fast,” Yoochun said, and his body heat was gone. The bathroom door shut and Junsu whimpered as his lips tingled.
“Damn you!” Junsu shouted. He took a steadying breath and decided that if he showered fast enough, he could stroke off too.
“Don’t come in my shower, bitch,” Yoochun shouted.
Junsu smiled and slipped off the rest of his clothes. He turned the shower on and got in quickly. He had time to stroke off. His cock was already so hard. After a cursory drench, water head to toe, Junsu grabbed the conditioner. He squeezed some into his palm and brought it up to his face. He loved the way Yoochun’s hair smelled.
After setting the bottle down, he gripped his cock, moaning as the slick substance made him ache. He kept one arm on the wall next to his head for support. It wouldn’t take long, Junsu could already feel his orgasm right there. Kissing Yoochun, finally feeling his body and his erection pressed against his own was enough. But he had to be quick. Risking falling over, Junsu brought his other hand down. He turned his body slightly to keep the water from washing away the conditioner. He slowed the strokes nly long enough to swipe two fingers over his cock. Slipping that hand around his waist, he teased the curve of his ass first, just for a moment. His eyes fell shut as his cock pulsed.
He imagined himself on his back, his legs in the air, Yoochun’s fingers inside him and then pushed both fingers deep. He moaned, louder, and gasped out what sounded like Yoochun’s name. His hands settled into a quick rhythm and he almost fell over as the pleasure became too much and he shouted out again and covered the wall in come. Junsu sighed as the pressure in his head from the orgasm combined with the lightness from the weed. One of the best feelings ever. He wondered how strong this post-coital, dancing with faeries, high would be when it was actually Yoochun giving it to him. Junsu thought about it and decided that it might just kill him.
He finished his shower and then stepped out to dry off. In the foggy mirror was a huge heart with his and Yoochun’s name written inside.
“Corny bastard,” Junsu muttered as his heart swelled. He quickly dried off and then wrapped the towel around his waist and went back to Yoochun’s room. He was on his bed, arms above his head, staring at the ceiling. Feeling evil, Junsu took off the towel and tossed it over his head.
“Yah, Junsu!”
Junsu turned around and rummaged in Yoochun’s drawers.
“What was …”
Yoochun trailed off and Junsu felt heat slide over his skin. He must have looked the sight. Naked, slightly bent over. He tried not to think about it. He found a pair of dark green boxers and quickly slipped them on.
“You’re gorgeous,” Yoochun whispered behind him.
Junsu’s blush deepened. “You’re a sweet talker.”
“You jerked off in my shower.”
“Not the first time.”
Yoochun scoffed. “What?”
Junsu laughed. He pulled out a pair of black jeans. Yoochun was a little skinnier than Junsu was, but that just meant the jeans would be tighter. They accentuated his ass and Junsu felt Yoochun’s eyes on him. He pouted (totally fake) and ran his hands over his ass.
“Are these okay?” he asked, turning his head. He fought back another laugh.
Yoochun was practically drooling, eyes glazed over, tongue darting out to lick at his lips as his eyes were trained on Junsu’s ass.
“Chunnie.”
Yoochun’s gaze flipped up to Junsu’s eyes and Junsu deepened his pout. “They don’t look good, do they?” He started taking them off and Yoochun jumped up and stopped him with arms around his waist.
“No, leave them on. Keep them. God, damn, have you seen your ass, Junsu?”
Junsu laughed. “Yes, I have. Do you like it?”
Yoochun’s hands dropped to the topic of discussion and squeezed. “Yes, god, yes.”
Their lips met in another kiss and Junsu wondered if it would be a bad thing if they skipped dinner.
“God, I want to throw you into my bed, Su. At the same time, I don’t. I want you, but I want this more. I don’t want to pressure you and I don’t want to fuck this up and Jaejoong says you’re still a virgin, so I definitely don’t want to fuck this up, but god, just thinking of you in the shower and then seeing you get dressed, it’s like the worst form of torture.”
Junsu smiled against his lips and nodded. “I know. But …” He pulled away and rested their foreheads together. “I don’t want to sound like I’m doubting you, Chunnie, but this … this isn’t exactly a conventional relationship.”
“I know.” They kissed once, twice, a third time, and then Yoochun pulled away. Completely away. “Hurry up and get dressed. If I stay in this room with you any longer, I’m going to jump you. I’ll see you downstairs.”
Yoochun turned around and left the room. Junsu found a burgundy shirt in Yoochun’s closet that he was sure was his.
Junsu smiled, happier than he ever had been. He’d always thought that Yoochun would do what Yoochun always did and just gone full throttle and thrown him into bed, but now, Junsu was about to get romanced and being romanced by Yoochun was always something to be desired. Or so the girls always said.
He turned to the next page in Yoochun’s calculus notebook and wrote, “My heart is yours forever. My body is yours when you want to take it. I love you.”
Part 5: First Lust
Part 3: First Hope
Part 2: First Love
Part 1: First Bite
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu (minor Jaejoong/Yunho/Changmin)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd totally get stoned with them.
Summary: Yoochun finds out that Junsu tastes like peppermint and fresh snow. He also finds out that Junsu has wanted to taste him for years. So why is he suddenly resisting?
WARNING: Minor drug use (just weed)
A/N: This is a birthday fic for mexicananallama Her birthday was WEEKS ago. She gave me the gif that's about half way through the first part as inspriation. Sorry this took so long darling. It will be four parts! I hope you like it. ♥♥♥♥
Yes, it's five parts now ... *sighs* ...
Poster credit goes to inrukisarms! Thank you, darling!
Part 4: From Junsu's POV
Junsu skipped a shower. He ran to the locker room, grabbed his stuff and then ran out, barely saying goodbye to the rest of the team. Half way to Yoochun’s he sent him a text saying he was on his way.
From: CheezChun
im in my room ….... ;)
From: CheezChun
no one is hom …........ ;)
From: CheezChun
things are getting steamy smoky …..... ;)
Junsu stopped and sighed. Typical Yoochun. Fucker was high.
From: BubbleSu
some days I hate you
He wondered if he should even bother going to Yoochun’s now. He didn’t want to talk to a stoned Yoochun. He loved stoned Yoochun, but this was important. Yoochun was once again showing his complete disregard for--His phone beeped.
From: CheezChun
all days i love you
Junsu smiled at his phone and started walking. He’d at least go make sure Yoochun wasn’t drunk. They could talk a different day.
Junsu tried not to think on his way there. He’d been so happy for the rest of school, even the guys on the team wondered who’d he’d gotten a blow job from because he’d been smiling so much. He had to remind himself that this wasn’t the end. That Yoochun … that Yoochun what? Did Yoochun really care about him? Really love him? Or was that the weed talking?
He let himself into Yoochun’s house, re-locking the door behind him. He took his shoes off and set his bag down before heading up the stairs. As he came close to Yoochun’s door, the smell of weed permeated the hallway. He tried the knob, but it was locked, so he knocked four times, and then two times, and then four times, and then three times.
Giggles sounded through the door. “What’s the password?”
“Yoochun, open the door.”
“Password.”
Yoochun hadn’t asked for a password since junior high. It was cute, and Junsu smiled and shook his head. “I don’t remember the password,” Junsu lied.
The door swung open. Junsu looked down. Yoochun was lying on his bed, his head hanging off the end of it. He still gripped the door knob, so Junsu only saw a sliver into the room.
Yoochun pouted. “You don’t remember?”
Junsu forcibly entered the room. Yoochun pouted as he shut the door. Junsu moved into the room, aware of Yoochun’s eyes watching him. Junsu was mad, yes, but knowing Yoochun, Junsu should have seen it coming. Yoochun always smoked weed when he was stressed out.
He went to sit at Yoochun’s desk and stopped in surprise. Seeing Yoochun’s calculus notebook, he let out a burst of laughter. Lightly, he traced their names and the hearts Yoochun had drawn. He smiled, shook his head and then went back to the end of the bed and sat on the floor. He leaned his head on the edge of bed so their heads were next to each other. Yoochun pondered him upside down and then shrugged. He took a hit off the smoldering joint in his hands. He blew the smoke up and then held the joint up. Junsu sighed, but wrapped his finger tips around it and took a hit from it.
“Grandutislaformitch,” Junsu said.
Yoochun laughed and shoved him. “You do remember, bitch, don’t scare me like that.”
“Why are you high?” Junsu said even as he took another hit. “We’re supposed to be talking.”
Yoochun frowned and reached for the joint. He stared at it before puffing on it. “Yeah, I know, but I … I was freaking myself out. Like really. Like hair pulling, pacing, doubting freaking out. Sort of like how you are all the time.”
Junsu scoffed and then said, “And?”
“And what?” Yoochun asked while trying to hold in a hit.
“And what did you decide?”
Yoochun turned on his side so he was facing Junsu. Junsu kept his face away and blew out a cloud of smoke. “I made my decision. I was freaking out about what you would decide.”
Junsu didn’t answer. They each took a couple more hits and then Yoochun killed the roach. The weed was fogging Junsu’s brain up, just like it always did. It felt nice. The end of Yoochun’s bed felt nice. The fingers running through his hair felt nice.
“God, this is creeper bud,” Junsu said, slightly slurred.
“A little. You’re just a light weight.”
Junsu moaned and curled toward Yoochun’s voice, but he was upside down and their faces were pressed together oddly and Junsu wanted to cuddle. He moaned as he forced his body up and slid onto Yoochun’s bed until he was sprawled diagonally across it. Yoochun shifted and then lay next to him and Junsu buried himself into Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun’s arm draped around his middle.
“I’m scared, Chunnie,” Junsu whispered. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“Me, too. But losing you is not an option.”
“I … lo … I love you, Chunnie,” he said, bold because of the weed, but still so terrified that he’d laugh, he’d hurt him, he’d run away.
“I love you, too, Su. Always will. I always have.”
They lay in silence. Junsu’s mind was swimming toward sleeping and then Yoochun laughed.
“What?”
“You stink. You didn’t shower?”
“No, I wanted to get here. If I had known you were high, I would have showered first.”
“Go shower.”
“No. Your punishment for being high when we’re supposed to be talking is having to smell me.”
Yoochun nuzzled his hair and said, “Not much of a punishment. You’re all sweaty and sexy in your soccer uniform. I like it.”
Junsu smiled and rolled onto his back. Yoochun propped up on an elbow. They both smiled and then the moment was broken when Yoochun yawned.
“Go on,” he said, “I’ll go find us some kimchi to snack on.”
Junsu’s stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly.
Yoochun laughed. “Okay, let’s go out. I’m buying.”
“It’s a school night,” Junsu moaned, even as he sat up. His body felt like water.
“And I’m buying.”
“Fine. I’m going to go shower.”
“Want some--” Yoochun didn’t finish and Junsu turned to face him. He pouted.
“What?” Yoochun asked, fingers fiddling with a pillowcase.
“You stopped.”
“Stopped?”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “You stopped with the corny ‘want some help in the shower’ pick up line.”
Yoochun shrugged and still wouldn’t meet his eyes. “And?”
“That’s weird. Why did you stop?” Junsu turned around so he was kneeling on the very edge of the bed, his feet dangling from the side. He swayed, the feeling of water sloshing through his muscles intensified and he put his hands down on the bed to stop the feeling of imbalance. And that put him that much closer to Yoochun’s face. “Why did you stop?”
“I just … I want another hit.”
Junsu smiled. “Sorry. You’re not hiding behind it now. Tell me why?” His waving body surged him closer. “Don’t you want to see me naked, Chunnie? Touch my skin.”
Yoochun shut his eyes and nodded. “Yes, god yes, but Jaejoong said …”
“What did Jaejoong say?”
“Not to make jokes, not to hit on you, not to … you know, be me and shit, because then I thought about it and he’s right. I don’t want you to think it’s about sex, Su.”
Junsu’s smile widened. “It’s not about sex?”
“No!” Yoochun bit his lower lip. “I don’t want you to think that’s all I want.”
“What do you want?”
Yoochun looked up and their eyes met. “I want you. I want my Junsu.”
“Did Jaejoong tell you to say that too?”
“No.”
“What else did he tell you?”
Yoochun frowned and opened his mouth, and then closed it. “Um, later?”
“That bad?”
“Good, too. He told me how he takes you dancing with him and Changmin and something about you dancing with other guys that I have the sudden urge to beat up.”
Junsu laughed and fell into Yoochun’s body, face at his side. Yoochun’s arm rose and settled over his shoulder, fingers trailing along his lower back.
“I want to dance with you.”
“I want to shower with you. Come on.”
Junsu bounced up, water solidifying in his skin as his feet hit the floor. He heard Yoochun slowly get up behind him. He lifted his soccer shirt and the tank top underneath it over his head at once.
“Junsu?”
Junsu smirked over his shoulder. “Come on, bastard. Come and help get me clean so you can take me out to dinner like a proper boyfriend.”
“Boyfriends now? That was quick.”
Junsu shrugged, entering the bathroom. “What? It’s going to happen eventually. Like tonight or tomorrow or the next day. I just have to listen to Jaejoong a little. And stop being stupid.”
Their eyes met through the mirror. Junsu swallowed. Yoochun had taken his shirt off. For the first time, he obviously let his gaze trace over his body. No more furtive looks. No more glimpses here and there. He felt his cheeks heat as Yoochun slowly smiled and moved in behind him.
“You know, I love what weed does to you.” Yoochun molded his body against Junsu’s back, arms wrapping around his waist.
Junsu’s breath caught at the feel of skin on skin. It wasn’t the first time, but it was different. “What does weed do to me?”
“Makes you bolder, braver. Well, I guess I should say it tears down the inhibitions you have about yourself and the real you, the bold you, the brave you, the honest you, comes crashing out and I love that you.”
Yoochun tightened his hold and buried his face in Junsu’s neck. Junsu lifted his hands and gripped Yoochun’s arms
Junsu stared at them in the mirror. Stared at Yoochun’s arms around him. It was what he wanted for so long. Jaejoong was right; he’d be stupid to let this go because Junsu was afraid it wasn’t real, afraid it was going to fall apart, afraid he’d lose everything.
“I don’t really need a shower,” Yoochun mumbled into Junsu’s neck. “Already took one. So I’m going to let you shower and I’m going to go back to bed and try to refrain from imagining you in the shower and then we’re going to go out.”
Junsu turned in his arms and frowned. “Chunnie, but I …”
Yoochun smiled. “I know. Me, too. But if I shower with you right now, and get to touch you--” He ran his hands over Junsu’s arms--”we’ll never make it to dinner.”
“That’s okay,” Junsu said and his cheeks turned red again as he said, “I’m only hungry for you anyway.”
Yoochun laughed. “That sounds like something I would say.”
“I learned from the best.”
Yoochun touched Junsu’s cheek. “Can I kiss you now?”
Junsu blushed and looked down. He nodded and said, “If you don’t, I think I’ll hurt you.”
Yoochun moved closer. The edge of the sink dug into Junsu’s ass as their bodies melted. Yoochun’s fingers tightened on his chin and brought his head up. Junsu’s heart stopped and his eyes fluttered as Yoochun’s breath puffed over his lips. He parted his lips and then moaned as Yoochun stopped moving, just there.
“God, I hate you, you fucking tease,” Junsu said. He gripped the top of Yoochun’s jeans, slid their bodies together and then closed the distance between their lips.
Yoochun moaned first, mouth opening. He wrapped his arms around Junsu’s waist as their tongues touched. The lightheaded feeling compounded and Junsu knew that it was only partially because he was stoned. His fingertips burned on Yoochun’s skin. His lips were on fire, too. He didn’t even want to think about how hot his body was. How hot Yoochun’s body was. Their kiss slowed from frantic oh my god, finally to insistent oh my god, don’t stop.
“Su?” Yoochun said.
Junsu didn’t answer and kept their lips together and his eyes shut and his arms around Yoochun’s waist and their bodies pressed together. He didn’t try to hide his erection, moaning as Yoochun shifted and his thigh pressed against him.
Yoochun had to cup Junsu’s cheeks and yank himself away from his lips.
Junsu frowned. “Bastard. Kiss me.”
Yoochun laughed. “Bitch,” he whispered and kissed him, softly, no tongue and Junsu’s fingers wrapped around his wrists as he tried to get Yoochun to speed up.
“Shower fast,” Yoochun said, and his body heat was gone. The bathroom door shut and Junsu whimpered as his lips tingled.
“Damn you!” Junsu shouted. He took a steadying breath and decided that if he showered fast enough, he could stroke off too.
“Don’t come in my shower, bitch,” Yoochun shouted.
Junsu smiled and slipped off the rest of his clothes. He turned the shower on and got in quickly. He had time to stroke off. His cock was already so hard. After a cursory drench, water head to toe, Junsu grabbed the conditioner. He squeezed some into his palm and brought it up to his face. He loved the way Yoochun’s hair smelled.
After setting the bottle down, he gripped his cock, moaning as the slick substance made him ache. He kept one arm on the wall next to his head for support. It wouldn’t take long, Junsu could already feel his orgasm right there. Kissing Yoochun, finally feeling his body and his erection pressed against his own was enough. But he had to be quick. Risking falling over, Junsu brought his other hand down. He turned his body slightly to keep the water from washing away the conditioner. He slowed the strokes nly long enough to swipe two fingers over his cock. Slipping that hand around his waist, he teased the curve of his ass first, just for a moment. His eyes fell shut as his cock pulsed.
He imagined himself on his back, his legs in the air, Yoochun’s fingers inside him and then pushed both fingers deep. He moaned, louder, and gasped out what sounded like Yoochun’s name. His hands settled into a quick rhythm and he almost fell over as the pleasure became too much and he shouted out again and covered the wall in come. Junsu sighed as the pressure in his head from the orgasm combined with the lightness from the weed. One of the best feelings ever. He wondered how strong this post-coital, dancing with faeries, high would be when it was actually Yoochun giving it to him. Junsu thought about it and decided that it might just kill him.
He finished his shower and then stepped out to dry off. In the foggy mirror was a huge heart with his and Yoochun’s name written inside.
“Corny bastard,” Junsu muttered as his heart swelled. He quickly dried off and then wrapped the towel around his waist and went back to Yoochun’s room. He was on his bed, arms above his head, staring at the ceiling. Feeling evil, Junsu took off the towel and tossed it over his head.
“Yah, Junsu!”
Junsu turned around and rummaged in Yoochun’s drawers.
“What was …”
Yoochun trailed off and Junsu felt heat slide over his skin. He must have looked the sight. Naked, slightly bent over. He tried not to think about it. He found a pair of dark green boxers and quickly slipped them on.
“You’re gorgeous,” Yoochun whispered behind him.
Junsu’s blush deepened. “You’re a sweet talker.”
“You jerked off in my shower.”
“Not the first time.”
Yoochun scoffed. “What?”
Junsu laughed. He pulled out a pair of black jeans. Yoochun was a little skinnier than Junsu was, but that just meant the jeans would be tighter. They accentuated his ass and Junsu felt Yoochun’s eyes on him. He pouted (totally fake) and ran his hands over his ass.
“Are these okay?” he asked, turning his head. He fought back another laugh.
Yoochun was practically drooling, eyes glazed over, tongue darting out to lick at his lips as his eyes were trained on Junsu’s ass.
“Chunnie.”
Yoochun’s gaze flipped up to Junsu’s eyes and Junsu deepened his pout. “They don’t look good, do they?” He started taking them off and Yoochun jumped up and stopped him with arms around his waist.
“No, leave them on. Keep them. God, damn, have you seen your ass, Junsu?”
Junsu laughed. “Yes, I have. Do you like it?”
Yoochun’s hands dropped to the topic of discussion and squeezed. “Yes, god, yes.”
Their lips met in another kiss and Junsu wondered if it would be a bad thing if they skipped dinner.
“God, I want to throw you into my bed, Su. At the same time, I don’t. I want you, but I want this more. I don’t want to pressure you and I don’t want to fuck this up and Jaejoong says you’re still a virgin, so I definitely don’t want to fuck this up, but god, just thinking of you in the shower and then seeing you get dressed, it’s like the worst form of torture.”
Junsu smiled against his lips and nodded. “I know. But …” He pulled away and rested their foreheads together. “I don’t want to sound like I’m doubting you, Chunnie, but this … this isn’t exactly a conventional relationship.”
“I know.” They kissed once, twice, a third time, and then Yoochun pulled away. Completely away. “Hurry up and get dressed. If I stay in this room with you any longer, I’m going to jump you. I’ll see you downstairs.”
Yoochun turned around and left the room. Junsu found a burgundy shirt in Yoochun’s closet that he was sure was his.
Junsu smiled, happier than he ever had been. He’d always thought that Yoochun would do what Yoochun always did and just gone full throttle and thrown him into bed, but now, Junsu was about to get romanced and being romanced by Yoochun was always something to be desired. Or so the girls always said.
He turned to the next page in Yoochun’s calculus notebook and wrote, “My heart is yours forever. My body is yours when you want to take it. I love you.”
Part 5: First Lust
Part 3: First Hope
Part 2: First Love
Part 1: First Bite
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