bolero ~ thursday (YooSu)
Title: Bolero ~ Yoosu - Thursday afternoon
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: NC-17
Warning: smut~
Genre: AU
Pairings: YooSu
Notes: This is what happened with YooSu after they left UKE. Junsu is pissed off that Yoochun hit on Jaejoong. XD
Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)
Yoochun let the words between Changmin and Yunho filter between his thoughts of exasperation at Junsu's immaturity. Yes. Immaturity. "Well we're leaving now. At least I am," he gave Changmin a pat on the shoulder, bending down to whisper in his ear, "You should get me Jaejoong's number." Maybe that was louder than a whisper, he mused, straightening up to flash Junsu a satisfied smile. Then he left for the elevators, knowing Junsu would follow.
"Bye," Junsu muttered, before turning to stalk after Yoochun, clearly furious. How dare he? And right in front of Junsu!
Yoochun pressed the button for the elevator, waiting patiently and nonchalantly as he stared at the doors.
Junsu stopped behind him, arms still folded tightly over his chest, and glared at the back of Yoochun's head.
Oh he felt every flaring beam shooting from Junsu. There was a part of him though... that enjoyed this. Finally Junsu experienced how Yoochun felt all these years, except Yoochun became accustomed to it after so long and eventually just accepted it. When the elevator opened, he stepped inside, pressing the main floor button. Inside Junsu continued his stare, and Yoochun finally broke the silence. "Take a picture. They last longer."
The jealousy in Junsu brought out a soft growl, a sound he'd never heard himself make before. "I bet you wish you had a picture of that guy..."
Did that guttural noise come from Junsu? He was definitely pissed. "I would want more than a picture..." his voice was level and aloof, although within he was filled with an eagerness to see how much he could push Junsu.
Fisting his hands so tightly that his fingernails dug crescents into his palms, Junsu hissed, "Well don't let me stop you. Maybe if you go back, he’ll let you fuck him."
Yoochun now trailed his eyes to Junsu, holding that seething stare from the other. "Don't be jealous, Junsu. It's not like we're... anything more than friends." A bothersome guilt rose at that remark, and he almost regretted saying it.
Junsu winced slightly at Yoochun's words. "You're right, we aren't." He didn't know why his heart was aching, or why it was so unbearably hot in the elevator. He turned his eyes to the door, wishing that it would just open. Why did Changmin have to work on such a high floor? Why had he suggested they come in the first place?
Yoochun felt the beating in his chest sink; however, along with the pain, a rush of another feeling evoked. He didn't enjoy seeing that new look cross Junsu's face. Closing the distance between them almost as if breaking a barrier, Yoochun let his hand rest on the back of Junsu's neck. "Su... if we're nothing more than friends... then why do I want to kiss you?"
"Hell if I know..." Junsu tried to back away, but he just hit the wall of the elevator. "Are you sure you don't want to go back up, I'm sure that guy would be more than happy to see you..." He tried not to look at Yoochun, worried, not knowing what would happen if he made eye contact with the other.
"But why go to him, when I can just stay with you?" The elevator setting mildly reminded Yoochun of the other night as he centered in on Junsu even more, their knees and thighs just barely brushing. "So what if I said some things to him... in the end, you're the only one I really want." He lifted his hand to Junsu's jaw line, his fingers pushing up to coax the other to look. "Look at me.."
Suddenly Junsu was blinking back tears, and it was embarrassing, and stupid, and he just wanted to get the hell off the fucking elevator. "You want me now... but come morning, you'll just run away." He said, regretting his words the moment they left his mouth.
That struck a chord, and Yoochun flinched. His hand dropped from touching Junsu to rest on the small railing beside the other's hip. "I... I thought you wouldn't want me," Yoochun admitted. "When have you ever wanted me?"
"When have I ever been good enough for you, want you or not." Junsu had never thought he'd have a real chance with his friend, not after the man had watched him sleep around with anyone and everyone for so long. He knew the other night had been a mistake, that Yoochun thought it was... he was just surprised it hurt so much.
Yoochun became stunned, hearing the other's doubts of Yoochun's desires. "I've always wanted you!" he stated as his voice raised, but he lowered it once again. "I was just waiting... for the day where you'd finally look at me. And stay."
Finally lifting his gaze to meet Yoochun's, Junsu felt his breath leave his body, but just as he opened his mouth, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
And the noises of the world rushed back in, a few people stepping onto the elevator. Yoochun retained the shared gaze between them for one more second before he stepped away, grabbing Junsu's wrist and pulling him gently along. Winding through people, they made it outside, but Yoochun didn't stop.
Junsu followed behind Yoochun, only slightly resisting, pulling a little bit at the hand that tightly gripped his wrist. "Where are we going?"
Even with the small efforts of escape from Junsu, Yoochun kept his grip firm. Without looking back towards the other, he plainly answered, "To the car." At first he was contemplating dragging Junsu somewhere else, but the car would do. He dragged the other to the parking structure, walking through the rows of other vehicles until they arrived at his sedan. There he lightly thrust Junsu towards the passenger door, and finally looked at him. A few moments of silence hung before he sighed. "I can't believe you." Because really he couldn't.
"What a coincidence. I can't believe you either." Junsu's glare was returning, as he was still more than a little bit confused at Yoochun's feelings. He contemplated running away, but didn't really feel like walking home, and didn't have enough money for a cab, so he finally got into the passenger seat, slamming his door behind him.
Yoochun indignantly scowled at that and heavily strode to the driver side where he got inside and shut his door just as hard. He stuck his keys roughly into the ignition and fired the car up, swiftly backing out and driving off. "You're ridiculous." He countered. All of these words were coming from him as he searched for the ones he really wanted to say.
"Leave me alone," Junsu said, leaning his head on the window and staring out at freedom. With any luck, Yoochun would speed and he could get home sooner.
Yoochun was speeding--driving crazy in fact. Really his anger was deriving from his disbelief in how throughout all this time, Junsu for one second felt Yoochun didn't want him. Sure he never told Junsu his own feelings, but wasn't it obvious? Discarding what the other just said, he burst out, "What even made you think that-that I wouldn't want you Junsu?! While you were running off with other men, where was I? Right there! Waiting..."
"Well what were your waiting for? Your chance to fuck me? Because you got it." Junsu shifted in his seat, pressing his face against the glass, not wanting Yoochun to see how upset he was. "I know why you left before I woke up."
Hell no. Yoochun barely glimpsed the rearview mirror before swerving the car to a small lot; he slammed on the brake not caring whether or not he was in an actual spot. After immediately shutting the car off, he turned to stare at Junsu. He didn't want to confess his own doubts and low esteems, but he needed to voice them. "I..." his tone was void of the previous anger, "I admit I didn't want to be another on your list. I wanted more. So I left, afraid you wouldn't want more. That it was just a meaningless night of fun..."
Junsu gripped his seat as they swerved into the parking lot and jerked to a stop, looking at Yoochun in surprise and slight confusion. "You left because you were ashamed to be with me. Because I'm a slut." He looked away again, taking a deep breath, before confessing, "I've never been able to find someone as good as you, no matter how hard I've tried. ...But I'm not good enough for you. I wouldn't want you stuck with me."
"Stuck with you? Aren't I already stuck with you?" Yoochun unbuckled his seat belt so he could move in his seat with more mobility. He extended his hand to lay upon Junsu's shoulder near him, and he tilted himself to the side to try to connect some sort of eye contact with the other. "So why don't you stop looking for someone else and listen to me." His hand slid along the other's shirt to gently touch the back of his neck. "Junsu... take the real thing. Take me. I want you."
Junsu shivered at Yoochun's touch on his neck, and slowly turned his head to meet the other's gaze. "...I don't want you to run away again." He closed his eyes momentarily, trying to think through the rush of emotions pouring over him, then opened them again. "Please... I'm not as strong as I look..."
Raising from his seat some, Yoochun found himself closing in, "I won't. I won't run." Sliding his eyes shut half way, he drew in one last glimpse of the other before letting his lips fall upon the other's.
Junsu ignored every thought that was telling him this was a bad idea in favor of letting his body do what it wanted. He kissed Yoochun with an eager moan, tugging the other's full lip into his mouth to suck at it, shifting more so that they were at a better angle.
Yoochun brought his other hand up to press against the window, allowing him to lean into the kiss, revealing to Junsu that the other could have any part of him he desired. He released his own deeper groan, as these days between the last time seemed too long. Soon the stick shift between them pressed uncomfortably into the side of his thigh, so he had to push away from his seat and maneuver over, practically falling against the other, and their mouths slipped from another causing a curse from him.
A light dolphin-like laugh escaped from Junsu’s lips as Yoochun fell against him, feeling better already, and he scooted in his seat, trying to give the other more room, not that there was much to give. He sought out the other’s lips once more, moving kisses over the other’s face until their mouths were reunited. One of his hands was on Yoochun’s back, pulling him closer, and the other was pushing against the door as he tried to lift his hips to meet his lover’s.
Even though there wasn't an ounce of alcohol within him, each sensation was ten times more magnified than from before. The way Junsu's groin raised into his caused a flourishing pleasure, and Yoochun thirsty already for more, dropped his hand down to the other's lower stomach. There he snaked his palm beneath that fabric, rough fingertips grazing over warm, taut skin, a craving moan passing from his throat to enter Junsu's mouth. He slowly moved the front of his pants against the other's beneath him, his blood warming up within.
Yoochun's moan made Junsu's length twitch, already painfully hard, and he wiggled a bit, trying to get in a good position to reach down and slide his hand into the other's pants. This was probably the last thing he should be doing right now, but he never was one for thinking things through, and the lust coursing through Junsu's veins was impossible to ignore.
He regretted wearing boxers today as Junsu's hand began to touch the cotton material, his enlarged member pleading for a more personal friction. Yoochun in response rocked his hips into that hand, only beginning to feel just how crowded this space was. To help out, he dragged his other hand from the window down to the tight space between the door and the seat, searching urgently around until finally- "Nn!" Both of their bodies fell as the back of the seat swung back to a more level plane. The kiss broken, Yoochun commented with an appreciative smirk, "Much better." It wasn't quite like a bed, but for a car... he thrust one more time into Junsu's hand.
Junsu gasped as he fell back suddenly, and laughed, wrapping a leg around Yoochun, urging him closer, still moving his hands around, trying to get inside of Yoochun's boxers. "I hate underwear," Junsu grumbled, finally removing his hand so that he could shove Yoochun's pants and underwear down all together.
Yoochun didn't need to voice his agreement since he was already saved from the restraints of it. His eyes just barely glanced down to see his garments crumpled down to his mid-thighs, and his erection standing freely, darkened in color showing how much it was filled with heat. His nose brushed along the other's jawline, lips soon attaching to a patch of skin near the other's ear. He himself still had his mark faintly left on his upper shoulder from Junsu. Now he wanted to do the same. One of his hands began to fumble along with the other's pants until the front of them opened, yet he only gave a massaging squeeze to his jeans.
Whining in his throat as he pushed his hips against Yoochun's teasing hands, Junsu tried to move away, wanting to get out of his clothes as quickly as possible, but the other's mouth was distracting, the thought of Yoochun leaving his mark on Junsu where anyone could see incredibly erotic. Junsu licked his lips, panting softly, and reached blindly for Yoochun's erection, pumping it slowly, rolling the smooth skin between his fingers.
A nearly inaudible breath of ecstasy sighed from his lips at the attention to his hardness, and he rewarded Junsu by sliding his straight teeth against his skin before firmly biting. Knowing when it came down to the raw need, he would want to be fucking Junsu without any barriers, he began to help with the disposal of clothes. His fingers slid snugly into the waist of the other's pants and he tugged a few times until they came down to his knees.
Junsu's erection was finally free, and he bucked his hips, rubbing his neglected length against Yoochun's, wanting... "Should I roll over?" He panted out, hands roaming under Yoochun's shirt and over his hips, and lower, wanting to feel everything, all of the other man, everything that Junsu had secretly wanted for so long.
Yoochun shook his head to the other's question. "No, this is good." Following that, he lifted his chin to curve his tongue along the shell of the other's ear. He had to lift himself up though, his head banging on the roof of the car. As he cursed, he repositioned themselves so he was no straddling the other. From here he was able to snugly slip his hands behind the other's knees and pushed them up so that the other’s thighs pressed against his chest. In this new position, his length hung down so that the slightly dripping tip rubbed against the other's entrance.
Soft laughter slowly turned to whimpering, as he realized that they weren't messing around, and that Yoochun wasn't going to make him wait any longer. "Do it," Junsu groaned, hugging his knees to his chest, eager to feel Yoochun deep inside of himself, stroking his core.
Conceding to his and Junsu's instinctive desires, he proceeded to submerse his stiff arousal into that unyielding passage. A long wavering hiss flowed from his mouth as the dryness created a more pleasing friction along his extra sensitive length. As he sank himself fully within, he halted his movements, possibly teasing the other as he began to trail his lips along Junsu's neck.
Junsu hissed, clenching his teeth as he was entered, forcing his body to relax and accept the intrusion. It hurt, doing it completely unprepared, but he wanted this too much to say anything, and he knew that soon it would turn to pleasure. When Yoochun's hips stilled, Junsu whimpered, clenching his muscles around the other man. "Move, damn it."
This, of course, was the exact reaction Yoochun looked for. "Tell me you want me," he demanded, reclining away to receive a good view of Junsu's face. He suppressed the natural urges to just want to thrust and fuck away until he couldn't think anymore.
And Junsu’s response, as he rolled his hips sharply, was simply, 'You know I do. I always have."
Yoochun smiled some as he began to set his hips into motion. The first penetrating thrust sent a shuddering thrill down his spine at how constricting and lusciously hot the insides of Junsu were. He loved it. And he didn't want to stop. The next several thrusts were lengthy and moderately paced as he retracted until his erection nearly fell out and immediately pushed back in.
Each thrust of Yoochun's hips felt better than the last, and Junsu couldn't hold back his moaning for more than a moment under the onslaught of pleasure. He worked his hands under Yoochun's shirt, nails scraping at the older man's back, and arched up, rolling his hips to meet every thrust.
With every passing second, Yoochun's ability to restrict himself from pounding relentlessly into Junsu began to melt away. Gradually his pace increased, and he had to grip onto the seat to steady his weight. The scratches at his back signaled down to his erection adding extra fervent throbs. Before Yoochun realized, his lower body was bucking against the other, the car seat squeaking anxiously.
Junsu opened his mouth to ask for more, but all that came out was a loud cry of pleasure as Yoochun shifted slightly and began pounding relentlessly into Junsu's pleasure spot, making the younger man see stars. He gasped for air, already holding back his completion, and tightened around Yoochun.
The tensing of muscle around his impaling length shoved him nearer to release. He thoughtlessly grunted out and flexed his ass as he made sure to plunge deep, those inner walls snugly sliding along with each thrust. Yoochun didn't give a care in the world that the car rocked to their sexual escapade. What mattered was how overly gratifying it was to fuck Junsu knowing they both wanted it so bad.
Junsu tried desperately to hold on, never wanting his union with Yoochun to end, but all too soon, he was moaning his lover's name as he came, a rush of milky fluid pouring out between them.
When Junsu climaxed, his erection was clamped down upon, bringing him to his own orgasm. A low guttural moan emitted and his own hot cum jetted out into the other. He remained in Junsu for a few more seconds, trying to regain himself, a few drops of his essence escaping from the other's hole. At the moment he didn't notice the clear splotch upon his shirt, which would be a reminder later to their time in the car. His breathing slowed to a norm, and he lazily pulled out of Junsu, trying not to collapse upon the one below him.
Fuck. Junsu clung to Yoochun’s shoulders, panting, and blinked at him. That sloppy, fast sex was without a doubt the best he’d ever had.
Still feeling the after effects Yoochun laid a small languid kiss on the other’s panting mouth before gathering the energy to move away. This time he made sure not to hit his head on the roof. He hesitated to go back into the driver’s seat, wanting to stay there to take in the view of Junsu for the rest of the day.
Junsu held back a complain when Yoochun moved away, knowing that they couldn’t stay that way forever, and straightened out his clothes. “So…” he said, still trying to figure things out. At least the sex had knocked every bit of anger out of him.
“So…” Yoochun continued, rearranging himself so that his clothes were completely on again. He allowed his eyes to meet Junsu’s. “When are we gonna tell Changmin about the wedding?” That was the best he could do at the moment to confirm that he and Junsu… well he wouldn’t say fuck buddies since they were more than that…
Yoochun’s statement was so random and so completely not what Junsu was expecting that he just burst out laughing. He laughed and laughed until tears were streaming down his face, relieved that Yoochun was with him, wanted him, wasn’t going to leave.
Seeing Junsu crack up formed a wave of relief that washed over Yoochun. He was beyond delighted at the prospect of being able to kiss Junsu whenever he wanted, tell the other words without a guise of joking, and to spend nights letting their bodies communicate. Finally he rolled to the side and slid back to the other seat. “So where to?” he asked, the key still in the ignition.
“Your house, my house?” Junsu giggled. “I don‘t care, but I definitely need a shower.” He shifted, leaning over towards the other, and planted a kiss on Yoochun’s cheek, his lips already missing the feel of the other’s against them.
Yeah, definitely a shower. “Your place then.” He delivered a content smile to Junsu. That’s where he was headed originally anyways.
As Yoochun started to drive off, Junsu couldn‘t help but comment, “And maybe next time we‘ll make it to a bed.”
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: NC-17
Warning: smut~
Genre: AU
Pairings: YooSu
Notes: This is what happened with YooSu after they left UKE. Junsu is pissed off that Yoochun hit on Jaejoong. XD
Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)
Yoochun let the words between Changmin and Yunho filter between his thoughts of exasperation at Junsu's immaturity. Yes. Immaturity. "Well we're leaving now. At least I am," he gave Changmin a pat on the shoulder, bending down to whisper in his ear, "You should get me Jaejoong's number." Maybe that was louder than a whisper, he mused, straightening up to flash Junsu a satisfied smile. Then he left for the elevators, knowing Junsu would follow.
"Bye," Junsu muttered, before turning to stalk after Yoochun, clearly furious. How dare he? And right in front of Junsu!
Yoochun pressed the button for the elevator, waiting patiently and nonchalantly as he stared at the doors.
Junsu stopped behind him, arms still folded tightly over his chest, and glared at the back of Yoochun's head.
Oh he felt every flaring beam shooting from Junsu. There was a part of him though... that enjoyed this. Finally Junsu experienced how Yoochun felt all these years, except Yoochun became accustomed to it after so long and eventually just accepted it. When the elevator opened, he stepped inside, pressing the main floor button. Inside Junsu continued his stare, and Yoochun finally broke the silence. "Take a picture. They last longer."
The jealousy in Junsu brought out a soft growl, a sound he'd never heard himself make before. "I bet you wish you had a picture of that guy..."
Did that guttural noise come from Junsu? He was definitely pissed. "I would want more than a picture..." his voice was level and aloof, although within he was filled with an eagerness to see how much he could push Junsu.
Fisting his hands so tightly that his fingernails dug crescents into his palms, Junsu hissed, "Well don't let me stop you. Maybe if you go back, he’ll let you fuck him."
Yoochun now trailed his eyes to Junsu, holding that seething stare from the other. "Don't be jealous, Junsu. It's not like we're... anything more than friends." A bothersome guilt rose at that remark, and he almost regretted saying it.
Junsu winced slightly at Yoochun's words. "You're right, we aren't." He didn't know why his heart was aching, or why it was so unbearably hot in the elevator. He turned his eyes to the door, wishing that it would just open. Why did Changmin have to work on such a high floor? Why had he suggested they come in the first place?
Yoochun felt the beating in his chest sink; however, along with the pain, a rush of another feeling evoked. He didn't enjoy seeing that new look cross Junsu's face. Closing the distance between them almost as if breaking a barrier, Yoochun let his hand rest on the back of Junsu's neck. "Su... if we're nothing more than friends... then why do I want to kiss you?"
"Hell if I know..." Junsu tried to back away, but he just hit the wall of the elevator. "Are you sure you don't want to go back up, I'm sure that guy would be more than happy to see you..." He tried not to look at Yoochun, worried, not knowing what would happen if he made eye contact with the other.
"But why go to him, when I can just stay with you?" The elevator setting mildly reminded Yoochun of the other night as he centered in on Junsu even more, their knees and thighs just barely brushing. "So what if I said some things to him... in the end, you're the only one I really want." He lifted his hand to Junsu's jaw line, his fingers pushing up to coax the other to look. "Look at me.."
Suddenly Junsu was blinking back tears, and it was embarrassing, and stupid, and he just wanted to get the hell off the fucking elevator. "You want me now... but come morning, you'll just run away." He said, regretting his words the moment they left his mouth.
That struck a chord, and Yoochun flinched. His hand dropped from touching Junsu to rest on the small railing beside the other's hip. "I... I thought you wouldn't want me," Yoochun admitted. "When have you ever wanted me?"
"When have I ever been good enough for you, want you or not." Junsu had never thought he'd have a real chance with his friend, not after the man had watched him sleep around with anyone and everyone for so long. He knew the other night had been a mistake, that Yoochun thought it was... he was just surprised it hurt so much.
Yoochun became stunned, hearing the other's doubts of Yoochun's desires. "I've always wanted you!" he stated as his voice raised, but he lowered it once again. "I was just waiting... for the day where you'd finally look at me. And stay."
Finally lifting his gaze to meet Yoochun's, Junsu felt his breath leave his body, but just as he opened his mouth, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
And the noises of the world rushed back in, a few people stepping onto the elevator. Yoochun retained the shared gaze between them for one more second before he stepped away, grabbing Junsu's wrist and pulling him gently along. Winding through people, they made it outside, but Yoochun didn't stop.
Junsu followed behind Yoochun, only slightly resisting, pulling a little bit at the hand that tightly gripped his wrist. "Where are we going?"
Even with the small efforts of escape from Junsu, Yoochun kept his grip firm. Without looking back towards the other, he plainly answered, "To the car." At first he was contemplating dragging Junsu somewhere else, but the car would do. He dragged the other to the parking structure, walking through the rows of other vehicles until they arrived at his sedan. There he lightly thrust Junsu towards the passenger door, and finally looked at him. A few moments of silence hung before he sighed. "I can't believe you." Because really he couldn't.
"What a coincidence. I can't believe you either." Junsu's glare was returning, as he was still more than a little bit confused at Yoochun's feelings. He contemplated running away, but didn't really feel like walking home, and didn't have enough money for a cab, so he finally got into the passenger seat, slamming his door behind him.
Yoochun indignantly scowled at that and heavily strode to the driver side where he got inside and shut his door just as hard. He stuck his keys roughly into the ignition and fired the car up, swiftly backing out and driving off. "You're ridiculous." He countered. All of these words were coming from him as he searched for the ones he really wanted to say.
"Leave me alone," Junsu said, leaning his head on the window and staring out at freedom. With any luck, Yoochun would speed and he could get home sooner.
Yoochun was speeding--driving crazy in fact. Really his anger was deriving from his disbelief in how throughout all this time, Junsu for one second felt Yoochun didn't want him. Sure he never told Junsu his own feelings, but wasn't it obvious? Discarding what the other just said, he burst out, "What even made you think that-that I wouldn't want you Junsu?! While you were running off with other men, where was I? Right there! Waiting..."
"Well what were your waiting for? Your chance to fuck me? Because you got it." Junsu shifted in his seat, pressing his face against the glass, not wanting Yoochun to see how upset he was. "I know why you left before I woke up."
Hell no. Yoochun barely glimpsed the rearview mirror before swerving the car to a small lot; he slammed on the brake not caring whether or not he was in an actual spot. After immediately shutting the car off, he turned to stare at Junsu. He didn't want to confess his own doubts and low esteems, but he needed to voice them. "I..." his tone was void of the previous anger, "I admit I didn't want to be another on your list. I wanted more. So I left, afraid you wouldn't want more. That it was just a meaningless night of fun..."
Junsu gripped his seat as they swerved into the parking lot and jerked to a stop, looking at Yoochun in surprise and slight confusion. "You left because you were ashamed to be with me. Because I'm a slut." He looked away again, taking a deep breath, before confessing, "I've never been able to find someone as good as you, no matter how hard I've tried. ...But I'm not good enough for you. I wouldn't want you stuck with me."
"Stuck with you? Aren't I already stuck with you?" Yoochun unbuckled his seat belt so he could move in his seat with more mobility. He extended his hand to lay upon Junsu's shoulder near him, and he tilted himself to the side to try to connect some sort of eye contact with the other. "So why don't you stop looking for someone else and listen to me." His hand slid along the other's shirt to gently touch the back of his neck. "Junsu... take the real thing. Take me. I want you."
Junsu shivered at Yoochun's touch on his neck, and slowly turned his head to meet the other's gaze. "...I don't want you to run away again." He closed his eyes momentarily, trying to think through the rush of emotions pouring over him, then opened them again. "Please... I'm not as strong as I look..."
Raising from his seat some, Yoochun found himself closing in, "I won't. I won't run." Sliding his eyes shut half way, he drew in one last glimpse of the other before letting his lips fall upon the other's.
Junsu ignored every thought that was telling him this was a bad idea in favor of letting his body do what it wanted. He kissed Yoochun with an eager moan, tugging the other's full lip into his mouth to suck at it, shifting more so that they were at a better angle.
Yoochun brought his other hand up to press against the window, allowing him to lean into the kiss, revealing to Junsu that the other could have any part of him he desired. He released his own deeper groan, as these days between the last time seemed too long. Soon the stick shift between them pressed uncomfortably into the side of his thigh, so he had to push away from his seat and maneuver over, practically falling against the other, and their mouths slipped from another causing a curse from him.
A light dolphin-like laugh escaped from Junsu’s lips as Yoochun fell against him, feeling better already, and he scooted in his seat, trying to give the other more room, not that there was much to give. He sought out the other’s lips once more, moving kisses over the other’s face until their mouths were reunited. One of his hands was on Yoochun’s back, pulling him closer, and the other was pushing against the door as he tried to lift his hips to meet his lover’s.
Even though there wasn't an ounce of alcohol within him, each sensation was ten times more magnified than from before. The way Junsu's groin raised into his caused a flourishing pleasure, and Yoochun thirsty already for more, dropped his hand down to the other's lower stomach. There he snaked his palm beneath that fabric, rough fingertips grazing over warm, taut skin, a craving moan passing from his throat to enter Junsu's mouth. He slowly moved the front of his pants against the other's beneath him, his blood warming up within.
Yoochun's moan made Junsu's length twitch, already painfully hard, and he wiggled a bit, trying to get in a good position to reach down and slide his hand into the other's pants. This was probably the last thing he should be doing right now, but he never was one for thinking things through, and the lust coursing through Junsu's veins was impossible to ignore.
He regretted wearing boxers today as Junsu's hand began to touch the cotton material, his enlarged member pleading for a more personal friction. Yoochun in response rocked his hips into that hand, only beginning to feel just how crowded this space was. To help out, he dragged his other hand from the window down to the tight space between the door and the seat, searching urgently around until finally- "Nn!" Both of their bodies fell as the back of the seat swung back to a more level plane. The kiss broken, Yoochun commented with an appreciative smirk, "Much better." It wasn't quite like a bed, but for a car... he thrust one more time into Junsu's hand.
Junsu gasped as he fell back suddenly, and laughed, wrapping a leg around Yoochun, urging him closer, still moving his hands around, trying to get inside of Yoochun's boxers. "I hate underwear," Junsu grumbled, finally removing his hand so that he could shove Yoochun's pants and underwear down all together.
Yoochun didn't need to voice his agreement since he was already saved from the restraints of it. His eyes just barely glanced down to see his garments crumpled down to his mid-thighs, and his erection standing freely, darkened in color showing how much it was filled with heat. His nose brushed along the other's jawline, lips soon attaching to a patch of skin near the other's ear. He himself still had his mark faintly left on his upper shoulder from Junsu. Now he wanted to do the same. One of his hands began to fumble along with the other's pants until the front of them opened, yet he only gave a massaging squeeze to his jeans.
Whining in his throat as he pushed his hips against Yoochun's teasing hands, Junsu tried to move away, wanting to get out of his clothes as quickly as possible, but the other's mouth was distracting, the thought of Yoochun leaving his mark on Junsu where anyone could see incredibly erotic. Junsu licked his lips, panting softly, and reached blindly for Yoochun's erection, pumping it slowly, rolling the smooth skin between his fingers.
A nearly inaudible breath of ecstasy sighed from his lips at the attention to his hardness, and he rewarded Junsu by sliding his straight teeth against his skin before firmly biting. Knowing when it came down to the raw need, he would want to be fucking Junsu without any barriers, he began to help with the disposal of clothes. His fingers slid snugly into the waist of the other's pants and he tugged a few times until they came down to his knees.
Junsu's erection was finally free, and he bucked his hips, rubbing his neglected length against Yoochun's, wanting... "Should I roll over?" He panted out, hands roaming under Yoochun's shirt and over his hips, and lower, wanting to feel everything, all of the other man, everything that Junsu had secretly wanted for so long.
Yoochun shook his head to the other's question. "No, this is good." Following that, he lifted his chin to curve his tongue along the shell of the other's ear. He had to lift himself up though, his head banging on the roof of the car. As he cursed, he repositioned themselves so he was no straddling the other. From here he was able to snugly slip his hands behind the other's knees and pushed them up so that the other’s thighs pressed against his chest. In this new position, his length hung down so that the slightly dripping tip rubbed against the other's entrance.
Soft laughter slowly turned to whimpering, as he realized that they weren't messing around, and that Yoochun wasn't going to make him wait any longer. "Do it," Junsu groaned, hugging his knees to his chest, eager to feel Yoochun deep inside of himself, stroking his core.
Conceding to his and Junsu's instinctive desires, he proceeded to submerse his stiff arousal into that unyielding passage. A long wavering hiss flowed from his mouth as the dryness created a more pleasing friction along his extra sensitive length. As he sank himself fully within, he halted his movements, possibly teasing the other as he began to trail his lips along Junsu's neck.
Junsu hissed, clenching his teeth as he was entered, forcing his body to relax and accept the intrusion. It hurt, doing it completely unprepared, but he wanted this too much to say anything, and he knew that soon it would turn to pleasure. When Yoochun's hips stilled, Junsu whimpered, clenching his muscles around the other man. "Move, damn it."
This, of course, was the exact reaction Yoochun looked for. "Tell me you want me," he demanded, reclining away to receive a good view of Junsu's face. He suppressed the natural urges to just want to thrust and fuck away until he couldn't think anymore.
And Junsu’s response, as he rolled his hips sharply, was simply, 'You know I do. I always have."
Yoochun smiled some as he began to set his hips into motion. The first penetrating thrust sent a shuddering thrill down his spine at how constricting and lusciously hot the insides of Junsu were. He loved it. And he didn't want to stop. The next several thrusts were lengthy and moderately paced as he retracted until his erection nearly fell out and immediately pushed back in.
Each thrust of Yoochun's hips felt better than the last, and Junsu couldn't hold back his moaning for more than a moment under the onslaught of pleasure. He worked his hands under Yoochun's shirt, nails scraping at the older man's back, and arched up, rolling his hips to meet every thrust.
With every passing second, Yoochun's ability to restrict himself from pounding relentlessly into Junsu began to melt away. Gradually his pace increased, and he had to grip onto the seat to steady his weight. The scratches at his back signaled down to his erection adding extra fervent throbs. Before Yoochun realized, his lower body was bucking against the other, the car seat squeaking anxiously.
Junsu opened his mouth to ask for more, but all that came out was a loud cry of pleasure as Yoochun shifted slightly and began pounding relentlessly into Junsu's pleasure spot, making the younger man see stars. He gasped for air, already holding back his completion, and tightened around Yoochun.
The tensing of muscle around his impaling length shoved him nearer to release. He thoughtlessly grunted out and flexed his ass as he made sure to plunge deep, those inner walls snugly sliding along with each thrust. Yoochun didn't give a care in the world that the car rocked to their sexual escapade. What mattered was how overly gratifying it was to fuck Junsu knowing they both wanted it so bad.
Junsu tried desperately to hold on, never wanting his union with Yoochun to end, but all too soon, he was moaning his lover's name as he came, a rush of milky fluid pouring out between them.
When Junsu climaxed, his erection was clamped down upon, bringing him to his own orgasm. A low guttural moan emitted and his own hot cum jetted out into the other. He remained in Junsu for a few more seconds, trying to regain himself, a few drops of his essence escaping from the other's hole. At the moment he didn't notice the clear splotch upon his shirt, which would be a reminder later to their time in the car. His breathing slowed to a norm, and he lazily pulled out of Junsu, trying not to collapse upon the one below him.
Fuck. Junsu clung to Yoochun’s shoulders, panting, and blinked at him. That sloppy, fast sex was without a doubt the best he’d ever had.
Still feeling the after effects Yoochun laid a small languid kiss on the other’s panting mouth before gathering the energy to move away. This time he made sure not to hit his head on the roof. He hesitated to go back into the driver’s seat, wanting to stay there to take in the view of Junsu for the rest of the day.
Junsu held back a complain when Yoochun moved away, knowing that they couldn’t stay that way forever, and straightened out his clothes. “So…” he said, still trying to figure things out. At least the sex had knocked every bit of anger out of him.
“So…” Yoochun continued, rearranging himself so that his clothes were completely on again. He allowed his eyes to meet Junsu’s. “When are we gonna tell Changmin about the wedding?” That was the best he could do at the moment to confirm that he and Junsu… well he wouldn’t say fuck buddies since they were more than that…
Yoochun’s statement was so random and so completely not what Junsu was expecting that he just burst out laughing. He laughed and laughed until tears were streaming down his face, relieved that Yoochun was with him, wanted him, wasn’t going to leave.
Seeing Junsu crack up formed a wave of relief that washed over Yoochun. He was beyond delighted at the prospect of being able to kiss Junsu whenever he wanted, tell the other words without a guise of joking, and to spend nights letting their bodies communicate. Finally he rolled to the side and slid back to the other seat. “So where to?” he asked, the key still in the ignition.
“Your house, my house?” Junsu giggled. “I don‘t care, but I definitely need a shower.” He shifted, leaning over towards the other, and planted a kiss on Yoochun’s cheek, his lips already missing the feel of the other’s against them.
Yeah, definitely a shower. “Your place then.” He delivered a content smile to Junsu. That’s where he was headed originally anyways.
As Yoochun started to drive off, Junsu couldn‘t help but comment, “And maybe next time we‘ll make it to a bed.”