Surprises

[dokssuri]

Title: Surprises
Pairing: YunChun, minor MinJae
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to Discoveries. Yoochun discovers that he wants Yunho more than anyone else and thinks of a way to get the message across.
disclaimer: They aren't mine, but if they were, I'd definitely share them with Traci.



This is a sequel to be-ddelusionall's Discoveries :)

“Where’s Changmin?” Jaejoong asked.

Yunho looked over the back of the couch, eyes roving over Jaejoong’s bare body.

Yoochun smirked at him. “Finally figured it out?”

Jaejoong’s mouth opened, and then he demanded, “You two knew?”

Yunho settled back down, arms tightening around Yoochun as they turned their attention to the television. “Of course we knew. Even Junsu knows. And Yoochun’s the one that told him to just tell you. Changmin is in his room.”

“I can’t believe you knew,” Jaejoong muttered and hurried to Changmin’s room.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Yunho asked, sounding genuinely worried but without looking away from the screen.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I have no idea what you’re talking about?” Yoochun said, but he did take the opportunity to cuddle closer to Yunho and lay his head on his shoulder.

“You really care about Changmin, don’t you? Even though you always tease him.”

Yoochun frowned. He really didn’t know what Yunho meant and he wanted him to shut up and be a good pillow.

Even better would be shutting him up with a kiss. Yes. He wanted that.

But he’d never kissed Yunho, not really, not like that. Yunho comforted them when they needed it, with hugs and sweet kisses on temples or cheeks or sometimes lips, but that was the closest he ever got. And he even seemed to kiss the others more often than he kissed Yoochun.

Yoochun had tried for more, flirting like he did with the others.

He and Jaejoong had been fuck buddies for forever.

Junsu gave or received blowjobs on birthdays and other special occasions.

The only reason he hadn’t gone far with Changmin was that the maknae had been too young, and so obviously into Jaejoong it was cute.

Yunho... didn’t even seem to notice his efforts.

Yunho seemed to be the kind of person for things like romance and being completely exclusive. As far as Yoochun knew he’d never gone far beyond cuddling with any of them.

“Yunho-”

Yunho shushed him with lips against his hair, like he was a child that needed comforting.

“I know how you feel. He’s our dongsaeng, and he was so emotional about it. I’d give up anything to see him happy too.” He looked down at Yoochun “... I’d do that for all of you.”

Yoochun pushed himself up and away. “Okay. Tell me what the fuck you are acting all weird for. Now.”

Yunho looked at him with wide eyes. “I’m sorry. I just thought you might want to talk about it.”

“Talk about what?!”

“You’re really strong,” Yunho said with awe in his voice, “telling Changmin to go for it just like that, like it didn’t mean giving up what you have with Jaejoong.”

“...”

Yoochun wanted to bang his head against something hard. Yunho’s shoulder was temptingly close, but he refrained.

“Jaejoong and I aren’t.. we’re not..” He sighed. Maybe it made sense that Yunho didn’t understand this, being who he was. “We’re nothing more than experimenting friends, friends with benefits.”

Yunho gave him a pitiful look and turned back to the TV.

Yoochun rolled his eyes and fell back against the couch. Yunho thought that he liked Jaejoong in that way. That was bad, because.. well it just was.

A few minutes later Yunho’s arm slipped into its original spot around his waist.

“What do you think about Jaejoong yourself then?” Yoochun asked after a while.

“What?” Yunho shot him a confused look.

“I saw how you looked at him when he stood here, practically naked and wet.” Yoochun knew that it was a stupid question. Jaejoong was just hot. Straight guys would stare at him in a situation like that. Wait.. could it be that Yunho was straight?

Yunho’s expression turned to shock and guilt. “I-I’m sorry. I won’t look at him like that again.”

That didn’t help Yoochun at all. Did Yunho say this because he wasn’t into Jaejoong like that or because he was under the impression that Yoochun would hurt every time someone checked Jaejoong out?

“You’re crazy though,” Yunho said, “advising Min to wear a bra.”

Yoochun was glad the topic had changed and shrugged. “In my opinion he should have gone for a full outfit, stockings and everything. It’s a pity Jae caved so fast.”

“God, Chun, the images.”

Yoochun smirked. “What’s wrong with it?”

“He’s so young and innocent-”

Yoochun snorted.

“Okay, compared to you.”

That, Yoochun wouldn't deny.

“And..” Yunho stopped his rant before it even started and looked at Yoochun. “Maybe it would be kind of hot.”

Yoochun burst out laughing and Yunho followed.

After a while they settled down again and turned back to the TV. What they’d initially been watching had ended, but Yoochun couldn’t care less. He felt Yunho’s muscled chest rise in deep breaths right under his head.

“What would you think if Jaejoong dressed like a girl?” he suddenly asked.

Yunho’s arm tightened around him. “I’d probably laugh at him. I told you, I won’t-”

“Yes, I got that.”

Yoochun inwardly sighed, and then mentally prepared for any reaction to his next question.

“What would you think if I dressed like a girl?”

Yunho’s body stiffened, or maybe Yoochun had just imagined it. Yunho’s chuckle definitely sounded a bit strained though. “Jaejoong is right, you’re a kinky bastard.”

Yoochun had no idea what to make of that. He should have just given up on trying to figure out what Yunho was thinking.

But he hadn't, he wouldn't. He'd keep on trying. Because.. because Yunho was the one he wanted to be close to the most.

It was the first time he admitted that to himself, the first time he realised.

If he did nothing, nothing would happen. Maybe he should take a chance.

During the busy period before their next day off, almost everyone noticed the change between Jaejoong and Changmin. It was subtle - they had to be careful of eyes and cameras - but very much there.

Yoochun seemed to be happy for them just as much as everyone else, which was a relief to Yunho, but confusing at the same time. How deep did Yoochun’s feelings for Jaejoong go?

Today, Changmin and Jaejoong had locked themselves in Changmin’s room. And Yunho was just wondering where Yoochun was when Junsu entered the living room.

“Hyung, Chun wants to talk to you. It sounded kind of urgent.”

Yunho shot up. “What’s wrong?”

Junsu shrugged and dropped down on the couch. “I don’t know, go ask him.” He reached for the remote and tried to open a bag of snacks with his other hand at the same time, ready to watch whichever of his favourite series was about to air.

Yunho walked to Yoochun’s room. Maybe Yoochun had been hiding his emotions after all, and now he had reached the point of breakdown. He sped up.

Normally he would just open the door, but this time he knocked. “Yoochun?”

Almost immediately the door opened and a smiling Yoochun appeared.

Yunho’s jaw dropped.

Yoochun’s expression barely changed. “So, I was thinking, since everyone else is doing things.. and each other, maybe we could watch a movie together again? I had fun last time we did that.”

All Yunho could do was stare, despite several attempts to say something.

“Don’t you want to?” Yoochun asked. “We could also-”

“Why are you wearing a dress?!”

Yunho hadn’t meant for his first successful sentence to sound that shocked and harsh, but he was shocked.

Yunho looked down at the little blue and white dress he was wearing. It had a check pattern, a little white apron in front and puffy sleeves. It barely covered half of his thighs, but a big part of his legs was encased in white stockings with a little blue bow at the top.

“What do you think?” he asked, still looking down.

Yunho had to fight with his tongue again. “I.. I.. why?”

“Well,” Yoochun lifted his head and looked at him, “I just thought, maybe Changmin didn’t have to go this far to get Jae’s attention, but what if I do? What if you’re just that stubborn?”

Yunho froze, opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again-

“Okay, stupid idea.” Yoochun buried his hands in the ruffles of his skirt, fists clenched around the fabric. “You’re obviously not that into me and definitely not like this.” He turned around.

Yunho was just quick enough to slip inside the room before the door closed. Yoochun faced him again.

“Why... why do you want my attention? What kind of attention?”

Yoochun took a step closer. “Why do you sit and cuddle with me the most but hardly ever kiss me. You kiss the others.”

Yunho felt his cheeks heat up. “T-those can hardly be called ki-”

“Then why do you almost never give me a kiss that can hardly be called one?” Yoochun asked, moving closer still. Yunho took a step back and felt the wall behind him.

“Because..” Yunho closed his eyes. “Because I don’t want to lose control.”

He could feel Yoochun’s breath on his face.

“Lose control how? Like this?” Yoochun whispered, so close, so close to his lips.

Something inside of Yunho snapped and the in next moment he had Yoochun pinned under him on a bed.

Their lips met in a rough kiss, a real one, and Yunho’s hands explored the silky material of the dress and then the warmth of Yoochun’s legs, thighs, noticing the lack of underwear.

Yoochun broke away with a gasp and looked into his eyes. Yunho knew he’d see want, lust, need, and he didn’t try to hide it anymore, because Yoochun’s eyes showed him the same.

“God, I’m glad that worked,” Yoochun breathed out. He was already panting a bit. “I know I’m a kinky bastard, but this not really my thing.” He averted his eyes, almost like he didn’t want Yunho to look at him.

Yunho thought he understood, because there was a difference between just using toys and crossdressing. He loved Yoochun for Yoochun, and he thought Yoochun was hot as he was, and, although there was an exciting side to it, if Yoochun felt uncomfortable dressing like a girl, Yunho saw no reason for him to have to do that.

“I’m glad it worked too,” he said, and Yoochun looked up at him again. Yunho pushed up on his arms a bit so they could see each other better. “I mean.. you.. like me?.. in that way?”

Yoochun rolled his eyes, but Yunho was just checking, wanting to be sure.

“I’m not.. replacing Jae?”

Yoochun narrowed his eyes. “I’m seriously going to hit you if you’re still thinking that.”

Yunho couldn’t help but lean down and kiss Yoochun’s frown away as warmth and happiness and lots of sappy feelings spread through his chest. Yoochun’s face instantly relaxed.

“No,” Yunho suddenly said. Yoochun’s eyes widened in confusion. Yunho smiled and lowered his body to let Yoochun feel his erection. Yoochun moaned and his eyes fluttered despite his worried expression.

“No, I don’t want to watch a movie with you, not yet. I want to do something else first.”

Yoochun’s glare was deadly. “I hate you. Scare me like that. I put on a dress for you, a dress.”

Yunho smiled and pecked his lips. “Yes, and you look very hot in it.”

“You don’t mean that.” There was actual uncertainty in Yoochun’s voice, but as he spoke, he wrapped his legs around Yunho’s thighs, and when Yunho reached down and his hand slid over the soft material of the stockings, he knew he very much meant it.

He wanted Yoochun to know how he felt though, so he said: “I do, but I think you’d look even hotter without it. Can I take it off you?”

Yoochun almost smiled and his eyes darkened. His mouth opened, probably to say something dirty, but Yunho rolled his hips down and all that came out was a gasped “please.”

Yunho slid a hand under Yoochun’s shoulders and lifted his body. There was a zipper somewhere. He found it and struggled with it.

Yoochun wasn’t helping, head back, clutching Yunho’s arms and squirming impatiently.

Yunho managed to lower the zip a bit, and then he noticed how close he was to Yoochun’s exposed neck. He licked it, and shivered at the whine it earned him.

“God.. just..” Yoochun tugged on Yunho’s shirt and Yunho helped pull it over his head. He pushed down his boxers and sweatpants too, and immediately the heat of Yoochun’s naked thighs was so much more intense.

He pulled at the dress and the sleeves slipped down Yoochun’s arms, but then it stuck. Yunho almost growled in frustration. He was so hard already. But at least most of Yoochun’s chest was revealed now.

Yoochun’s hands slid over his back, down to his hips, and pulled their bodies together. “Just... leave.. it,” he gasped.

Yunho was amazed by how they’d gone from talking coherently to being horny beyond reason within seconds, but he wasn’t complaining.

Yoochun’s hands dropped down and pulled the skirt up and out of the way. Yunho moaned as silky fabric brushed against the underside of his erection. And then his cock was suddenly pressed directly against Yoochun’s.

“F-fuck!” Yoochun’s fingers pressed into Yunho’s skin and his hips jerked up, pressing them closer together. Yunho moaned and his mind clouded, but he still noted that he quite liked watching Yoochun being overcome by lust.

He reached down, between their bodies, and wrapped a hand around both their erections, stroking them together. Yoochun choked on air, threw his head back and moaned deep in his throat.

“I wish I found out earlier,” Yunho managed, his breathing laboured. He was rolling his hips, small thrust into his hand. “This is so much better than stroking off in the shower.”

Yoochun moaned louder, his eyes shut tight. “I want.. stroke you off in the shower.” He almost whimpered the words and Yunho decided that Yoochun really needed to come. He let go of his own cock and felt Yoochun’s twitch and leak precome over his fingers.

Yunho let it fall down to Yoochun’s stomach, ignoring Yoochun’s loud whine, and reached behind him, where Yoochun’s now trembling legs were still wrapped around his thighs. He grabbed them behind the knees and pushed, spreading them.

Yoochun’s hands took over, and Yunho’s were free to reach down, feel the curve of Yoochun’s ass and slide through his crack. It was slippery.

Both their bodies were soaked in sweat by now, but this had to be lube. Yunho looked at Yoochun’s face.

Yoochun’s eyes were hazy. He’d been biting his lower lip and when it sprung free, Yunho had to fight the urge to suck it into his mouth, to let Yoochun talk. “Already..” Yoochun gasped and moaned as one of Yunho’s fingers slipped into his body easily. “Just in case... fuck.. Yunho.. I’m-”

Yunho pushed a second finger in next to the first. He imagined Yoochun preparing himself, fingering his hole while thinking of him. Yoochun started fucking himself on his fingers. Yunho's cock throbbed painfully.

He leaned down and teased one of Yoochun’s nipples with his tongue. Yoochun’s hands almost lost their grip on his knees. “Yun- no, f-fuck me, now!”

Yunho would have loved to tease more, but he understood what Yoochun needed. He had probably been hard for quite a while. His own cock agreed.

Without wasting time, he repositioned and wrapped a hand around his erection, holding the tip against Yoochun’s quivering entrance. Yoochun tried to buck his hips up.

Yunho didn’t warn him, but suddenly pushed in, falling over Yoochun’s body and barely catching himself on his hands.

Yoochun cried out. One of his legs slipped, but he wrapped it around Yunho’s waist.

Yunho almost came at how much Yoochun clenched around him, and he threatened to drown in the sensation of agonisingly tight heat all around.

It took a while before he was able to move, and he went slow, wanting to drag this out at least a little bit. But every shallow thrust already had Yoochun practically screaming.

Yoochun’s other leg wrapped around him as well and then Yoochun’s hands were on his sweaty back, nails scraping his skin. Yunho was going to come.

He pushed up a bit and palmed the tip of Yoochun’s cock, doubling the speed of his thrusts. Yoochun’s nails dug into his upper arms and his back arched off the bed.

Yunho thought he recognised his name in Yoochun’s scream and then the cock in his hand pulsed, warm and wet dripping between his fingers.

At that moment his vision blurred into a blinding flash of white, his body convulsed, pressing his hips against Yoochun’s ass, and he came with a wordless shout. He rocked his hips, slowly in and out a few more times. Then he pulled out.

Yoochun’s arms immediately pulled him down for a kiss. It was a messy clash of lips and teeth and tongues at first, but slowly they caught their breath and calmed down a bit.

“So good,” Yoochun whispered into their kiss.

Yunho stroked the sides of his body, over the dress, down to his naked thighs. He hummed in agreement.

“And I wasn’t even tied up,” Yoochun said.

Yunho’s cock stirred, making a wet slapping sound against Yoochun’s thigh. “I’ll tie you up next time,” he said in a low voice, surprised that it was his own.

Yoochun was surprised too, judging by the way his eyes widened. “Really?”

Yunho looked into Yoochun’s eyes and smirked. “That I don’t loudly voice my kinky desires in front of my dongsaengs doesn’t mean I don’t have them.”

Yoochun’s eyes fluttered shut. “Oh God,” he moaned, “I love you.”

“Who, me or God?” Yunho asked. “And just because I want to tie you up?”

“Is there a difference? And no, just because I love you.” Yoochun lifted his head and Yunho leaned down to close the rest of the distance. Their lips moulded together again.

Yunho bit down lightly on Yoochun’s bottom one. “I love you too,” he said, and then, with as much authority he could manage: "Get naked."

Yoochun moaned and pulled roughly on the dress, trying to get rid of it. It had probably been expensive, but it was already covered in come too, Yunho didn’t say anything about it.

It was true that Yoochun looked even better naked. Yunho let his tongue drag over the edges of his body, marvelling at the way it responded to his touch.

He guided Yoochun to turn around and kneel on the bed, then he found a bottle of lube and added some to his cock, which was already throbbing again.

He spread Yoochun’s ass and watched his stretched hole clench around air. Then he watched how the swollen head of his erection pushed past the ring of muscle. His breath caught and it was hard to keep his eyes open.

Yoochun moaned low. “Fuck me, hard.”

Yunho’s cock slid all the way in, still slow, but smoothly, slickened by a combination of lube and come. He was going to fuck Yoochun hard, but he wanted to tease first.

He reached around Yoochun’s hip and squeezed his heavy erection. Yoochun whined and his arms gave out.

Their moans and cries echoed through the apartment.

Jaejoong wrapped his arms and legs around Changmin’s sweaty body that lay where it had collapsed on top of him and pressed a kiss to the side of his face.

“I think they finally noticed.”

Changmin chuckled against his shoulder and then let his teeth scrape over it, almost biting down on a patch of skin but not quite. Jaejoong shivered beneath him.

“Cuddle or another round?”

“We can’t let them outlast us, can we?”

Junsu sighed in annoyance and reached for the remote to turn the sound of the television up, but found himself turning it down instead. There would be a rerun anyway.