Love is Measured in Donuts 3/?
Title: Love is Measured in Donuts 3/?
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to seduce with donuts and sweetness.
Summary: Junsu is late for class and meets Yunho who learns his secrets and ends up liking him anyway.
Warning: FLUFFY! AgeGap!Fic, with 29-year-old Junsu and 18-year-old Yunho
A/N: This is where I've disappeared to and I've decided that I'm going to stop trying to write one-shots. :)
Part 3: The First Dance: November
Junsu hated winter. The cold bothered his knee so much and he almost never could go anywhere without a crutch because of ice or snow on the sidewalks. Even if his physical therapist was happy with Junsu’s progress, Junsu wasn’t. He hated being disabled. He hated being injured. He hated not being able to run and dance and jump. And he hated that Junho’s driver had somehow become his driver. But he refused to use him unless he had to.
Cold wind blew in his face and Junsu admitted that today would have been a good day to use the driver.
“Junsu-hyung, wait up!”
Even in the cold and the pain in his leg, Junsu smiled hearing Yunho’s voice. He stopped and turned and watched Yunho jog up to him. Nothing short of a burst of wind and a sudden freak blizzard would have stopped him from turning to look at Yunho. Now that they didn’t have a class together, Junsu saw less and less of his exuberant friend. He hadn’t seen him since before midterms. Yunho looked warm and happy, a heavy jacket, a scarf, a thick beanie and gloves on his hands.
Junsu had forgotten his gloves.
Yunho skidded to a stop in front of him, just barely keeping himself from hugging Junsu. That happened just once, and Junsu had fallen over from the force. Now, he wasn’t sure he’d mind toppling to the ground with Yunho: he looked really warm.
“Hi, hyung.”
“Hi, Yunnie,” Junsu said, just to see him blush a deeper shade of pink.
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“I passed the audition and I get to be on the dance squad next year, starting in March!”
Junsu smiled widely. “That’s great! Congratulations.”
“Thank you so much for helping me and watching me practice, even though ... yeah. Thank you.”
Junsu patted his arm. “It’s okay. I liked helping you.” And the fact that he couldn’t join in wasn’t the biggest (or hardest) problem he had watching Yunho wave and pop and thrust his hips in front of him for almost two months.
“I need to go tell Jaejoong. Do you want to come with me?”
Junsu didn’t even have to think about it before he nodded. He’d been on his way home, but there wasn’t anything waiting for him there.
“Awesome. And I’m going to dance there. I’m too excited to just walk.” And Yunho swirled away from him in a series of pirouettes and jumps making Junsu laugh. And Yunho sang, off key and a little too excited, but he was so happy and Junsu’s chest clenched just watching him.
Jaejoong wasn’t in the dorm when they got there and Yunho pouted while sending him a text. The reply came a moment later and Yunho frowned at it. He showed it to Junsu.
meeting teacher back later fuck
Junsu grinned. It certainly didn’t sound like Jaejoong was “meeting with a teacher.”
But Yunho sighed in despair.
“He’ll be back to congratulate you and we can all go to dinner, and I think Junho is free this weekend. We can invite him if you want. He never did get to see your routine.”
It worked to brighten Yunho up again and he nodded. “That would be awesome!” He swirled around the room in his socks and ended up almost crashing into Junsu again.
Junsu laughed and put his arm around Yunho’s waist to help steady him.
“Hey, hyung,” Yunho said softly.
“Yeah?” Junsu looked up and met his eyes.
“Thank you so much for your help with choreography and your insights and your ideas and your criticisms. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
Junsu smiled widely. “It was fun. I like watching you dance.”
“I wish you could dance with me.”
Junsu tried not to let his smile fall and he nodded. “One day. My therapist says I’m getting better every month.”
Yunho bit his lower lip and said, “W-will y-you ... dance ... dance with me now?” His cheeks flushed as he put his arms around Junsu’s waist.
Junsu’s throat closed and he tried to swallow and reply at the same time. Words did not mean much though. Junsu slid his hands up Yunho’s arms and hooked them around his neck, fingers playing with the beads in his hair. “Okay.”
Yunho smiled and ducked his head, but started swaying slowly. Unable to help himself, Junsu started singing.
Yunho paused for only a moment and matched their movements to the beat of the song. Junsu let himself step closer so they were almost touching. Yunho was a few centimeters taller than him and it was almost perfect to press their cheeks together. His hand slid up into Yunho’s hair and he breathed the chorus of the song into Yunho’s ear.
“Hyung,” Yunho whispered.
“What, dongsaeng?” Junsu asked in the middle of the song.
“Can ... I ... want ...” He pulled away and bit his lip.
Junsu smiled and tightened his hold on Yunho’s hair. He lifted his face just enough to brush their lips together. “Do you want a kiss?”
Yunho’s arms tightened around him. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Then kiss me.”
“I ... I haven’t ... I don’t ...”
Junsu moaned and pressed their lips together. Yunho was shaking, his entire body shuddering, and Junsu wondered if his was too. He pulled his lips back for only a moment and kissed Yunho again, a little firmer, his lips open just a bit. Yunho’s stuttering breath against his lips made Junsu smile.
“Relax,” he whispered without moving his lips from Yunho’s mouth.
Yunho relaxed. Sort of. Their tongues met and moved, and Junsu’s knees went weak for a completely different reason than his injury. He pulled away slowly, smiling at Yunho’s pout. He pulled their bodies together and continued their swaying dance in the silence.
“I really like you, hyung,” Yunho said after a few minutes. “Jaejoong said I had to figure out what that meant and this is what it means.”
“Dancing in the middle of your dorm room?”
Yunho cleared his throat. “Yes. And kissing you.”
“Good. I’m glad,” Junsu said and kissed his jaw, just below his ear. “I like dancing in the middle of your dorm room, and I’ve always liked you, Yunnie.”
“Really, hyung?”
Junsu pulled back enough to meet his eyes and nodded. “Yes, really. Since the very first donut you bought me.”
Yunho smiled.
“Kiss me again.”
Yunho bit his lip and nodded. Junsu waited for his lips and only followed Yunho’s lead, even though he was shaking a little, hands gripping Junsu’s body a bit too tightly. But he settled into the kiss, only jumping a little when Junsu slid his tongue along his lips. But Yunho opened his mouth and eagerly pressed forward. Too eagerly, and Junsu took a step back from the sudden sloppy onslaught. He cupped Yunho’s cheeks and pulled away with a smile.
“Let’s sit down.”
Yunho frowned. “Is your leg--”
Junsu’s smile widened. “It’s fine. My head isn’t though. Light, and shaky. Stomach squirming, and god, Yunnie, I just want to be closer to you.”
Yunho blushed and hastily moved to the bed, hands at Junsu’s elbows. He sat down and Junsu cursed his inability to crawl over his body. Instead he settled for sliding next to him. Yunho gave him a two pillows and Junsu slouched against them, until he was more lying down than sitting. He didn’t care. He stretched out his arms, pouted, and moved his fingers. “Give me.”
Yunho laughed and adjusted next to him. Their lips touched for only a moment and then Yunho bounced away with a “hang on” and he stole all the fluffy pillows from Jaejoong’s bed. Once they were both secure, it was much easier for Yunho to prop up on an elbow and lean over him for more kisses. His other hand lay tense against Junsu’s hip, his arm across his stomach. Junsu let one of his hands go back to Yunho’s hair and the other traced his wrist, up his arm, curling over his elbow for a moment, and then up under his shirt sleeve.
Yunho was still shaking, but a little less than before. Junsu realized a moment later that he was shaking, too.
“Okay?” Yunho asked, voice cracking on the end.
Junsu nodded. “Definitely,” he replied and touched Yunho’s cheek. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve kissed anyone.”
Yunho bit his lip. Somehow they’d shifted further down the bed with Yunho still hovering over him. Junsu wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck and pulled him closer, until their bodies were together, sides flush from chest to knees.
And then lips again. With lips and body tingling, Junsu was acutely aware of Yunho’s hand on his side, sliding up under his shirt. Shaking against his warm skin. It stayed, on his stomach, vibrating, and made Junsu smile.
“You can touch me,” Junsu whispered with a firm tug on his hair and a soft bite to his lip. “You’re trying to hold yourself back and you don’t need to do that.”
Yunho covered his mouth in another deep kiss, but his hand moved as well, rubbing on his skin instead of sitting there, pushing up the side of his t-shirt. Junsu did his best to let Yunho know how it felt, in little moans and rougher bites on his lips. Yunho twisted, resting more of his weight on Junsu’s body, his hand next to Junsu’s head.
Junsu wanted to start pulling clothes off. Instead he copied Yunho with both hands, sliding them up under his shirt. He arched up and gasped as the unexpected twinge in his knee.
Yunho pulled away immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
Junsu smiled as the ache disappeared. The concern was cute, but the wet lips and wild look in his eyes was hot. Junsu kept his lips against Yunho’s in small kisses and his hands moving under Yunho’s shirt to show that he was not about to stop.
And then the door opened.
Yunho jerked away from him like a bomb had gone off, knee digging into Junsu’s hip.
“Fuck,” Junsu growled, gripping his side.
“Fuck,” Yunho said and was immediately hovering over him, hands above him, unsure of what to do. “Sorry. Fuck. Sorry, hyung. Sorry.”
Jaejoong leaned against the closed door and chuckled. “Did I interrupt something?”
“Yes,” Junsu ground out, “go away so he can kiss it better.”
Yunho groaned and Jaejoong laughed.
Junsu smiled up at Yunho and touched his cheek. Yunho met his eyes, but with a pout. “I’m fine, and if you want to take the attention away from the fact that we were just caught making out on your bed, you can ask Jaejoong about the hicky on his neck.”
Yunho’s head shot up and Jaejoong covered his neck with a cry.
“Where did you get that from?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong mumbled something.
“You said you were meeting with a teacher,” Yunho said with accusation in his voice.
“I ... I was ...”
“It’s illegal, or at least against school code to have a meeting with a teacher that leaves hickys on your neck,” Junsu added.
Jaejoong sunk down to the floor with a groan and put his head in his hands.
“Boo?” Yunho said, shot a look at Junsu and then climbed over him to console his friend.
Junsu used the moment to stretch out his leg from where it had been shoved under Yunho’s body. After a moment of Jaejoong’s muffled confessions that Junsu nor Yunho could understand, Junsu managed to sit up with only a slight pressure at his knee.
“Promise you won’t tell?” Jaejoong’s small voice almost echoed in the dorm.
Yunho agreed and hugged him tightly.
“He isn’t my teacher, does that make it better?”
“I think so,” Junsu said.
“Who is it?”
“P-pr-professor P-park. Yoochun. Park Yoochun.”
Yunho’s eyes went understandably wide and he pushed Jaejoong away from him and stared. “You’re going out with the English teacher?”
“Sh,” Junsu admonished. “These doors aren’t soundproof.”
Yunho looked sheepish and then hugged Jaejoong tightly again. “Sorry, Boo.”
“How did this happen?” Junsu asked.
“We met ... met at a club at the beginning of the year. I’m not exactly old enough but I like to dance, and he bought me drinks and I saw him on campus the next week and I thought he was a student, he looks so young, but he’s a teacher and oh my god he’s going to lose his job.”
Junsu laughed, he couldn’t help it. “He’s not going to lose his job, not if you two are smart and leave the hicky-leaving to places that are not his office.”
“I know, but he ... he ... oh god, it’s just been ... dates and sex, and perfect dates, and perfect sex, you know, but today he actually, oh god,” Jaejoong gripped Yunho’s shirt in his hands. “He wants to be my boyfriend. He wants to be exclusive. He says he loves me.”
Yunho sat up and stared at him with wide eyes. “Oh my god!”
“What?” Jaejoong said carefully.
But Yunho looked over at Junsu. “Remember? When ... that first day? When we both didn’t see the email and we went to class and ...”
Junsu smirked. “You said you heard that Professor Park had been partying with a blond?”
“It was you!” Yunho shouted and shook Jaejoong’s shoulder. “It was you! You’ve been with him this whole time?”
Jaejoong moaned. “Yes, god, yes. He’s just ... perfect. That morning, he ... oh god, he said, he had to teach English and he taught me dirty curse words and how to ask for a blow job.”
Junsu laughed.
“Oh my god, what am I going to do?”
“Do you like him?” Yunho asked.
“Well, yeah. Of course.”
“Then date him,” Junsu said. “No harm in that.”
“But he ... he’s in his thirties. He’s thirty-six.”
“Nothing wrong with an age gap,” Junsu said and smiled over at Yunho.
“You two don’t count; you’re both students. He’s a teacher. He’s seventeen years older than me. He’s old enough to be my father. Oh my god, he’s sexy.”
Junsu laughed. “You have a sexy boyfriend that loves you and wants to fuck you and gives you sexy hickys on your neck. I say you have no excuses. Date him. Let him spoil you rotten. If you don’t love him yet, then that’s okay. But be honest about it. Relationships only work if both parties are being honest.”
“You’re right,” Jaejoong said with a sigh. “I know you’re right. What about you two?” Jaejoong shoved Yunho with a smile. “Are you two honest with each other?”
Junsu smiled at Yunho. “Yes, and I was about to tell Yunho that I wanted him to fuck me into his mattress, but we were interrupted.”
“Hyung!” Yunho shouted and covered his face with his hands.
Junsu and Jaejoong laughed.
“Lucky dongsaeng,” Jaejoong said and ruffled Yunho’s hair. “Junsu-hyung is hot.”
Yunho nodded. “I know,” he replied, voice muffled.
“I’m sorry I interrupted sexy time with your famous musician,” Jaejoong said.
“Oh, god,” Yunho muttered.
Jaejoong laughed. “I do need to go take a shower, so I’ll go do that, give you guys a few minutes to get presentable or naked. Your choice.”
Yunho moaned again.
Junsu laughed.
Jaejoong stood up and went into the bathroom. Yunho stayed at the door, leaning against it. Junsu watched him for a little while and then pouted. “Yunnie,” he whined.
Yunho glanced at him quickly and then blushed, biting his lip.
“Come and kiss me some more.”
Yunho crawled over to him and up on the bed. “I ... I ... can’t ... more. Yet, but I ... like you, hyung.”
Junsu smiled and pulled him close for a kiss. “I know. I like you, too, and I also know that you aren’t ready for sex yet, and it’s definitely way too soon in our relationship for that.”
“But you want to?”
Junsu laughed. “Of course. You’re gorgeous, Yunnie. Remember the first donut? I’ve wanted your lips and tongue on me since the first time you licked sugar and jelly off your hand.”
Yunho smiled and bit his lip. Junsu tugged his hair and Yunho did not stop their lips from meeting. “When you’re ready,” Junsu whispered. “Not until you’re ready.”
“Okay.”
“In the meantime. Let’s go on a date. A real date. Just the two of us. No roommate hanger-ons and no brother hanger-ons. Just me and you.”
Yunho bit his lip and nodded. “I’d really like that.”
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“So you’re smiling like you got the best present in the world,” Junho said, sliding down the wall to sit next to Junsu. They watched Yunho set up the sound system to play his song for his routine. “Does pretty Yunnie look good on his knees?”
Junsu smiled at Junho and punched his shoulder. “I don’t know yet, but his lips taste as good as they look.”
“So you kissed him.”
“Yeah.”
“Finally!” Junho shouted and threw his arms up in the air.
Yunho jumped in surprised. “Am I taking too long?”
Junsu rolled his eyes at his brother. “No. You’re fine. He’s being an ass.”
“You’re being a--” Junsu covered his brother’s mouth before the insult surfaced.
“Carry on,” Junsu said with a smile.
Yunho smiled in return and said, “I’m pretty much ready.” He turned and looked at Jaejoong who nodded and poised his hand above the play button on the stereo.
Yunho moved to the middle of the room and lowered his head and his arms, body relaxed. Jaejoong hit play. After a three count, Yunho’s arms moved to the side, right on the first heavy beat of the music. He elbows bent, his body curled back, and he propped up on his toes, holding the position that Junsu knew strained more than just his quads. A second later, both arms shot out straight with his left leg and then he dropped to the ground, smirked at his reflection in the mirror, and danced. Too many pops and beats and steps for Junsu to catch without losing the next one, and he’d seen Yunho do this routine plenty of times. And body waves, hip thrusts, smirks. God, Yunho was fucking sexy when he danced.
But his breath still caught when Yunho, jumped high, landed sideways, swung him arms and launched himself into a backflip, body arching perfectly, legs curling. It was at a moment of complete silence in the song, and the beads in his hair clacked against each other before he landed on his feet, right on the next beat and stood up straight, twisting and curling his hips through the rest of his routine, to the final pose, of him sitting on air, brushing at his collars like the arrogant persona he portrayed when he danced.
Jaejoong cheered as soon as the music was over. Junsu wanted to look at Junho’s reaction but kept his eyes on Yunho until he fell to his ass and laughed.
“Fuck damn. Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you before you have a go at my brother?” Junho asked.
Junsu was so glad he was close enough to punch him.
Junho laughed and scooted away. He stood up and went to Yunho, offering his hand. “You are better than half of my backup dancers. Show me those wave steps before the flip. Those were amazing.”
Junsu watched as Yunho slowed the step down and showed Junho how to go through it.
Jaejoong sat next to him. “Think I could have a go at your brother--”
Junsu held up his hand. “Do not finish that sentence.”
“Finish that sentence!” Junho shouted halfway through the dance move.
“You have a boyfriend, Boo,” Yunho reminded him with a wink.
“Since when?” Junho asked. “I thought you were the pretty, single but off limits roommate?”
“He is,” Yunho said. “Except the single part.”
“Dude, bro,” Junho said, dancing a few of his own moves, “when are you going to introduce me to someone who I can fuck?”
“Like you need my help to find a fuck.”
“True. Yunho,” he said, spinning. “Dance off, come on.” He moonwalked over to the stereo, fiddled with Yunho’s iPod until the beginning notes of “Tarantallegra” started. Yunho was already dancing by the time Junho moved next to him.
“Your boyfriend is awesome,” Jaejoong said.
“He isn’t my boyfriend.”
“Yet. I did catch you making out with him just two days ago. Have you kissed since then?”
“Of course.”
“I mean more than that silly little thing you touched his lips with today when you saw him.”
“No. But we will. We have a date tomorrow.”
“Good.” They watched them dance for a little longer, and then Jaejoong said, “Fuck this shit. You two are making me horny.” He slipped out of the room just as Junho and Yunho crouched low, one hand on the floor, leg stretched out, and the song ended.
Junsu knew just how Jaejoong felt and he was so glad that he had time to control his body before Junho came over to help him up.
“Let’s go get donuts!”
“What is with him and donuts?” Junho asked.
Junsu smiled and said, “They’re good. Live a little, famous pop star.”
“Just one donut won’t kill you,” Yunho added.
“Just one fuck won’t kill you either,” Junho shot back.
Yunho lost his smile and hid behind Junsu even though he was taller. Junsu didn’t stop himself from reaching behind him, settling his hands on Yunho’s hip and leaning against him.
“Mine, hyung,” Junsu said in the most deferential way.
Junho laughed. “Don’t twins share everything?”
“No.”
“But--”
“No, hyung.”
“Fine, fine. Let’s go get donuts.”
Part 4: The Singer
Part 2: The Songwriter
Part 1: The First Donut
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Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to seduce with donuts and sweetness.
Summary: Junsu is late for class and meets Yunho who learns his secrets and ends up liking him anyway.
Warning: FLUFFY! AgeGap!Fic, with 29-year-old Junsu and 18-year-old Yunho
A/N: This is where I've disappeared to and I've decided that I'm going to stop trying to write one-shots. :)
Part 3: The First Dance: November
Junsu hated winter. The cold bothered his knee so much and he almost never could go anywhere without a crutch because of ice or snow on the sidewalks. Even if his physical therapist was happy with Junsu’s progress, Junsu wasn’t. He hated being disabled. He hated being injured. He hated not being able to run and dance and jump. And he hated that Junho’s driver had somehow become his driver. But he refused to use him unless he had to.
Cold wind blew in his face and Junsu admitted that today would have been a good day to use the driver.
“Junsu-hyung, wait up!”
Even in the cold and the pain in his leg, Junsu smiled hearing Yunho’s voice. He stopped and turned and watched Yunho jog up to him. Nothing short of a burst of wind and a sudden freak blizzard would have stopped him from turning to look at Yunho. Now that they didn’t have a class together, Junsu saw less and less of his exuberant friend. He hadn’t seen him since before midterms. Yunho looked warm and happy, a heavy jacket, a scarf, a thick beanie and gloves on his hands.
Junsu had forgotten his gloves.
Yunho skidded to a stop in front of him, just barely keeping himself from hugging Junsu. That happened just once, and Junsu had fallen over from the force. Now, he wasn’t sure he’d mind toppling to the ground with Yunho: he looked really warm.
“Hi, hyung.”
“Hi, Yunnie,” Junsu said, just to see him blush a deeper shade of pink.
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“I passed the audition and I get to be on the dance squad next year, starting in March!”
Junsu smiled widely. “That’s great! Congratulations.”
“Thank you so much for helping me and watching me practice, even though ... yeah. Thank you.”
Junsu patted his arm. “It’s okay. I liked helping you.” And the fact that he couldn’t join in wasn’t the biggest (or hardest) problem he had watching Yunho wave and pop and thrust his hips in front of him for almost two months.
“I need to go tell Jaejoong. Do you want to come with me?”
Junsu didn’t even have to think about it before he nodded. He’d been on his way home, but there wasn’t anything waiting for him there.
“Awesome. And I’m going to dance there. I’m too excited to just walk.” And Yunho swirled away from him in a series of pirouettes and jumps making Junsu laugh. And Yunho sang, off key and a little too excited, but he was so happy and Junsu’s chest clenched just watching him.
Jaejoong wasn’t in the dorm when they got there and Yunho pouted while sending him a text. The reply came a moment later and Yunho frowned at it. He showed it to Junsu.
meeting teacher back later fuck
Junsu grinned. It certainly didn’t sound like Jaejoong was “meeting with a teacher.”
But Yunho sighed in despair.
“He’ll be back to congratulate you and we can all go to dinner, and I think Junho is free this weekend. We can invite him if you want. He never did get to see your routine.”
It worked to brighten Yunho up again and he nodded. “That would be awesome!” He swirled around the room in his socks and ended up almost crashing into Junsu again.
Junsu laughed and put his arm around Yunho’s waist to help steady him.
“Hey, hyung,” Yunho said softly.
“Yeah?” Junsu looked up and met his eyes.
“Thank you so much for your help with choreography and your insights and your ideas and your criticisms. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
Junsu smiled widely. “It was fun. I like watching you dance.”
“I wish you could dance with me.”
Junsu tried not to let his smile fall and he nodded. “One day. My therapist says I’m getting better every month.”
Yunho bit his lower lip and said, “W-will y-you ... dance ... dance with me now?” His cheeks flushed as he put his arms around Junsu’s waist.
Junsu’s throat closed and he tried to swallow and reply at the same time. Words did not mean much though. Junsu slid his hands up Yunho’s arms and hooked them around his neck, fingers playing with the beads in his hair. “Okay.”
Yunho smiled and ducked his head, but started swaying slowly. Unable to help himself, Junsu started singing.
Click to viewYunho paused for only a moment and matched their movements to the beat of the song. Junsu let himself step closer so they were almost touching. Yunho was a few centimeters taller than him and it was almost perfect to press their cheeks together. His hand slid up into Yunho’s hair and he breathed the chorus of the song into Yunho’s ear.
“Hyung,” Yunho whispered.
“What, dongsaeng?” Junsu asked in the middle of the song.
“Can ... I ... want ...” He pulled away and bit his lip.
Junsu smiled and tightened his hold on Yunho’s hair. He lifted his face just enough to brush their lips together. “Do you want a kiss?”
Yunho’s arms tightened around him. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Then kiss me.”
“I ... I haven’t ... I don’t ...”
Junsu moaned and pressed their lips together. Yunho was shaking, his entire body shuddering, and Junsu wondered if his was too. He pulled his lips back for only a moment and kissed Yunho again, a little firmer, his lips open just a bit. Yunho’s stuttering breath against his lips made Junsu smile.
“Relax,” he whispered without moving his lips from Yunho’s mouth.
Yunho relaxed. Sort of. Their tongues met and moved, and Junsu’s knees went weak for a completely different reason than his injury. He pulled away slowly, smiling at Yunho’s pout. He pulled their bodies together and continued their swaying dance in the silence.
“I really like you, hyung,” Yunho said after a few minutes. “Jaejoong said I had to figure out what that meant and this is what it means.”
“Dancing in the middle of your dorm room?”
Yunho cleared his throat. “Yes. And kissing you.”
“Good. I’m glad,” Junsu said and kissed his jaw, just below his ear. “I like dancing in the middle of your dorm room, and I’ve always liked you, Yunnie.”
“Really, hyung?”
Junsu pulled back enough to meet his eyes and nodded. “Yes, really. Since the very first donut you bought me.”
Yunho smiled.
“Kiss me again.”
Yunho bit his lip and nodded. Junsu waited for his lips and only followed Yunho’s lead, even though he was shaking a little, hands gripping Junsu’s body a bit too tightly. But he settled into the kiss, only jumping a little when Junsu slid his tongue along his lips. But Yunho opened his mouth and eagerly pressed forward. Too eagerly, and Junsu took a step back from the sudden sloppy onslaught. He cupped Yunho’s cheeks and pulled away with a smile.
“Let’s sit down.”
Yunho frowned. “Is your leg--”
Junsu’s smile widened. “It’s fine. My head isn’t though. Light, and shaky. Stomach squirming, and god, Yunnie, I just want to be closer to you.”
Yunho blushed and hastily moved to the bed, hands at Junsu’s elbows. He sat down and Junsu cursed his inability to crawl over his body. Instead he settled for sliding next to him. Yunho gave him a two pillows and Junsu slouched against them, until he was more lying down than sitting. He didn’t care. He stretched out his arms, pouted, and moved his fingers. “Give me.”
Yunho laughed and adjusted next to him. Their lips touched for only a moment and then Yunho bounced away with a “hang on” and he stole all the fluffy pillows from Jaejoong’s bed. Once they were both secure, it was much easier for Yunho to prop up on an elbow and lean over him for more kisses. His other hand lay tense against Junsu’s hip, his arm across his stomach. Junsu let one of his hands go back to Yunho’s hair and the other traced his wrist, up his arm, curling over his elbow for a moment, and then up under his shirt sleeve.
Yunho was still shaking, but a little less than before. Junsu realized a moment later that he was shaking, too.
“Okay?” Yunho asked, voice cracking on the end.
Junsu nodded. “Definitely,” he replied and touched Yunho’s cheek. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve kissed anyone.”
Yunho bit his lip. Somehow they’d shifted further down the bed with Yunho still hovering over him. Junsu wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck and pulled him closer, until their bodies were together, sides flush from chest to knees.
And then lips again. With lips and body tingling, Junsu was acutely aware of Yunho’s hand on his side, sliding up under his shirt. Shaking against his warm skin. It stayed, on his stomach, vibrating, and made Junsu smile.
“You can touch me,” Junsu whispered with a firm tug on his hair and a soft bite to his lip. “You’re trying to hold yourself back and you don’t need to do that.”
Yunho covered his mouth in another deep kiss, but his hand moved as well, rubbing on his skin instead of sitting there, pushing up the side of his t-shirt. Junsu did his best to let Yunho know how it felt, in little moans and rougher bites on his lips. Yunho twisted, resting more of his weight on Junsu’s body, his hand next to Junsu’s head.
Junsu wanted to start pulling clothes off. Instead he copied Yunho with both hands, sliding them up under his shirt. He arched up and gasped as the unexpected twinge in his knee.
Yunho pulled away immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
Junsu smiled as the ache disappeared. The concern was cute, but the wet lips and wild look in his eyes was hot. Junsu kept his lips against Yunho’s in small kisses and his hands moving under Yunho’s shirt to show that he was not about to stop.
And then the door opened.
Yunho jerked away from him like a bomb had gone off, knee digging into Junsu’s hip.
“Fuck,” Junsu growled, gripping his side.
“Fuck,” Yunho said and was immediately hovering over him, hands above him, unsure of what to do. “Sorry. Fuck. Sorry, hyung. Sorry.”
Jaejoong leaned against the closed door and chuckled. “Did I interrupt something?”
“Yes,” Junsu ground out, “go away so he can kiss it better.”
Yunho groaned and Jaejoong laughed.
Junsu smiled up at Yunho and touched his cheek. Yunho met his eyes, but with a pout. “I’m fine, and if you want to take the attention away from the fact that we were just caught making out on your bed, you can ask Jaejoong about the hicky on his neck.”
Yunho’s head shot up and Jaejoong covered his neck with a cry.
“Where did you get that from?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong mumbled something.
“You said you were meeting with a teacher,” Yunho said with accusation in his voice.
“I ... I was ...”
“It’s illegal, or at least against school code to have a meeting with a teacher that leaves hickys on your neck,” Junsu added.
Jaejoong sunk down to the floor with a groan and put his head in his hands.
“Boo?” Yunho said, shot a look at Junsu and then climbed over him to console his friend.
Junsu used the moment to stretch out his leg from where it had been shoved under Yunho’s body. After a moment of Jaejoong’s muffled confessions that Junsu nor Yunho could understand, Junsu managed to sit up with only a slight pressure at his knee.
“Promise you won’t tell?” Jaejoong’s small voice almost echoed in the dorm.
Yunho agreed and hugged him tightly.
“He isn’t my teacher, does that make it better?”
“I think so,” Junsu said.
“Who is it?”
“P-pr-professor P-park. Yoochun. Park Yoochun.”
Yunho’s eyes went understandably wide and he pushed Jaejoong away from him and stared. “You’re going out with the English teacher?”
“Sh,” Junsu admonished. “These doors aren’t soundproof.”
Yunho looked sheepish and then hugged Jaejoong tightly again. “Sorry, Boo.”
“How did this happen?” Junsu asked.
“We met ... met at a club at the beginning of the year. I’m not exactly old enough but I like to dance, and he bought me drinks and I saw him on campus the next week and I thought he was a student, he looks so young, but he’s a teacher and oh my god he’s going to lose his job.”
Junsu laughed, he couldn’t help it. “He’s not going to lose his job, not if you two are smart and leave the hicky-leaving to places that are not his office.”
“I know, but he ... he ... oh god, it’s just been ... dates and sex, and perfect dates, and perfect sex, you know, but today he actually, oh god,” Jaejoong gripped Yunho’s shirt in his hands. “He wants to be my boyfriend. He wants to be exclusive. He says he loves me.”
Yunho sat up and stared at him with wide eyes. “Oh my god!”
“What?” Jaejoong said carefully.
But Yunho looked over at Junsu. “Remember? When ... that first day? When we both didn’t see the email and we went to class and ...”
Junsu smirked. “You said you heard that Professor Park had been partying with a blond?”
“It was you!” Yunho shouted and shook Jaejoong’s shoulder. “It was you! You’ve been with him this whole time?”
Jaejoong moaned. “Yes, god, yes. He’s just ... perfect. That morning, he ... oh god, he said, he had to teach English and he taught me dirty curse words and how to ask for a blow job.”
Junsu laughed.
“Oh my god, what am I going to do?”
“Do you like him?” Yunho asked.
“Well, yeah. Of course.”
“Then date him,” Junsu said. “No harm in that.”
“But he ... he’s in his thirties. He’s thirty-six.”
“Nothing wrong with an age gap,” Junsu said and smiled over at Yunho.
“You two don’t count; you’re both students. He’s a teacher. He’s seventeen years older than me. He’s old enough to be my father. Oh my god, he’s sexy.”
Junsu laughed. “You have a sexy boyfriend that loves you and wants to fuck you and gives you sexy hickys on your neck. I say you have no excuses. Date him. Let him spoil you rotten. If you don’t love him yet, then that’s okay. But be honest about it. Relationships only work if both parties are being honest.”
“You’re right,” Jaejoong said with a sigh. “I know you’re right. What about you two?” Jaejoong shoved Yunho with a smile. “Are you two honest with each other?”
Junsu smiled at Yunho. “Yes, and I was about to tell Yunho that I wanted him to fuck me into his mattress, but we were interrupted.”
“Hyung!” Yunho shouted and covered his face with his hands.
Junsu and Jaejoong laughed.
“Lucky dongsaeng,” Jaejoong said and ruffled Yunho’s hair. “Junsu-hyung is hot.”
Yunho nodded. “I know,” he replied, voice muffled.
“I’m sorry I interrupted sexy time with your famous musician,” Jaejoong said.
“Oh, god,” Yunho muttered.
Jaejoong laughed. “I do need to go take a shower, so I’ll go do that, give you guys a few minutes to get presentable or naked. Your choice.”
Yunho moaned again.
Junsu laughed.
Jaejoong stood up and went into the bathroom. Yunho stayed at the door, leaning against it. Junsu watched him for a little while and then pouted. “Yunnie,” he whined.
Yunho glanced at him quickly and then blushed, biting his lip.
“Come and kiss me some more.”
Yunho crawled over to him and up on the bed. “I ... I ... can’t ... more. Yet, but I ... like you, hyung.”
Junsu smiled and pulled him close for a kiss. “I know. I like you, too, and I also know that you aren’t ready for sex yet, and it’s definitely way too soon in our relationship for that.”
“But you want to?”
Junsu laughed. “Of course. You’re gorgeous, Yunnie. Remember the first donut? I’ve wanted your lips and tongue on me since the first time you licked sugar and jelly off your hand.”
Yunho smiled and bit his lip. Junsu tugged his hair and Yunho did not stop their lips from meeting. “When you’re ready,” Junsu whispered. “Not until you’re ready.”
“Okay.”
“In the meantime. Let’s go on a date. A real date. Just the two of us. No roommate hanger-ons and no brother hanger-ons. Just me and you.”
Yunho bit his lip and nodded. “I’d really like that.”
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“So you’re smiling like you got the best present in the world,” Junho said, sliding down the wall to sit next to Junsu. They watched Yunho set up the sound system to play his song for his routine. “Does pretty Yunnie look good on his knees?”
Junsu smiled at Junho and punched his shoulder. “I don’t know yet, but his lips taste as good as they look.”
“So you kissed him.”
“Yeah.”
“Finally!” Junho shouted and threw his arms up in the air.
Yunho jumped in surprised. “Am I taking too long?”
Junsu rolled his eyes at his brother. “No. You’re fine. He’s being an ass.”
“You’re being a--” Junsu covered his brother’s mouth before the insult surfaced.
“Carry on,” Junsu said with a smile.
Yunho smiled in return and said, “I’m pretty much ready.” He turned and looked at Jaejoong who nodded and poised his hand above the play button on the stereo.
Yunho moved to the middle of the room and lowered his head and his arms, body relaxed. Jaejoong hit play. After a three count, Yunho’s arms moved to the side, right on the first heavy beat of the music. He elbows bent, his body curled back, and he propped up on his toes, holding the position that Junsu knew strained more than just his quads. A second later, both arms shot out straight with his left leg and then he dropped to the ground, smirked at his reflection in the mirror, and danced. Too many pops and beats and steps for Junsu to catch without losing the next one, and he’d seen Yunho do this routine plenty of times. And body waves, hip thrusts, smirks. God, Yunho was fucking sexy when he danced.
But his breath still caught when Yunho, jumped high, landed sideways, swung him arms and launched himself into a backflip, body arching perfectly, legs curling. It was at a moment of complete silence in the song, and the beads in his hair clacked against each other before he landed on his feet, right on the next beat and stood up straight, twisting and curling his hips through the rest of his routine, to the final pose, of him sitting on air, brushing at his collars like the arrogant persona he portrayed when he danced.
Jaejoong cheered as soon as the music was over. Junsu wanted to look at Junho’s reaction but kept his eyes on Yunho until he fell to his ass and laughed.
“Fuck damn. Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you before you have a go at my brother?” Junho asked.
Junsu was so glad he was close enough to punch him.
Junho laughed and scooted away. He stood up and went to Yunho, offering his hand. “You are better than half of my backup dancers. Show me those wave steps before the flip. Those were amazing.”
Junsu watched as Yunho slowed the step down and showed Junho how to go through it.
Jaejoong sat next to him. “Think I could have a go at your brother--”
Junsu held up his hand. “Do not finish that sentence.”
“Finish that sentence!” Junho shouted halfway through the dance move.
“You have a boyfriend, Boo,” Yunho reminded him with a wink.
“Since when?” Junho asked. “I thought you were the pretty, single but off limits roommate?”
“He is,” Yunho said. “Except the single part.”
“Dude, bro,” Junho said, dancing a few of his own moves, “when are you going to introduce me to someone who I can fuck?”
“Like you need my help to find a fuck.”
“True. Yunho,” he said, spinning. “Dance off, come on.” He moonwalked over to the stereo, fiddled with Yunho’s iPod until the beginning notes of “Tarantallegra” started. Yunho was already dancing by the time Junho moved next to him.
“Your boyfriend is awesome,” Jaejoong said.
“He isn’t my boyfriend.”
“Yet. I did catch you making out with him just two days ago. Have you kissed since then?”
“Of course.”
“I mean more than that silly little thing you touched his lips with today when you saw him.”
“No. But we will. We have a date tomorrow.”
“Good.” They watched them dance for a little longer, and then Jaejoong said, “Fuck this shit. You two are making me horny.” He slipped out of the room just as Junho and Yunho crouched low, one hand on the floor, leg stretched out, and the song ended.
Junsu knew just how Jaejoong felt and he was so glad that he had time to control his body before Junho came over to help him up.
“Let’s go get donuts!”
“What is with him and donuts?” Junho asked.
Junsu smiled and said, “They’re good. Live a little, famous pop star.”
“Just one donut won’t kill you,” Yunho added.
“Just one fuck won’t kill you either,” Junho shot back.
Yunho lost his smile and hid behind Junsu even though he was taller. Junsu didn’t stop himself from reaching behind him, settling his hands on Yunho’s hip and leaning against him.
“Mine, hyung,” Junsu said in the most deferential way.
Junho laughed. “Don’t twins share everything?”
“No.”
“But--”
“No, hyung.”
“Fine, fine. Let’s go get donuts.”
Part 4: The Singer
Part 2: The Songwriter
Part 1: The First Donut
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