AFK [Part 3]
Title: AFK (Away From Keyboard)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no boys but I do own the predecessor to this fic, Hookups and Emoticons >:D
Pairings: YunJae, KiMin (Super Junior Kibum), YooSu
Length: [3/3]
Genre: Romance, smut, comedy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, some language, Junsu 8D
Summary: December 24th, Yunho's losing it. December 31st, Changmin's falling from a roof. June 4th, Junsu's barking at trucks.
December 24 || December 31 || June 4
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June 4: Yoochun and Junsu
"You're not a dog, you know."
"Woof woof!"
"Oh god..." Yoochun facepalmed but smiled anyway.
When Junsu finally extracted his head from the car window, his hair was a wind-fucked mess just the way Yoochun liked it. "Where are we going, woof?"
"Away," was all Yoochun said, eyes on the road.
"Why couldn't Yunjae come with us in our car?"
"Jaeho..." Yoochun muttered.
"They could've carpooled with us." Junsu glared. "How many times do I have to tell you to SAVE THE PLANET?!"
At this point, Junsu had taken to punching and tugging and pinching Yoochun's arm, nearly making him swerve off the road and into a ditch. Yoochun didn't panic. He'd always known that the day he died, Junsu would have something to do with it. He didn't mind. He'd come to terms with it long ago.
"They're not coming. No one is." Yoochun avoided the judgmental stares of a Kia he'd almost side-swiped.
Junsu's stare bore into the side of his face. He didn't speak for a long time, which for Junsu was scarier than almost careening off the road to a fiery death. "But we're supposed to stay together."
"It's not-"
"You promised. We promised." Yoochun was surprised to realize Junsu had that face that meant he was trying not to cry. "It's your birthday, Yoochun. How can we celebrate without everyone else? All of us are even staying in Seoul for college in the fall. Even after I got that soccer scholarship and you got into an art college and Yunho and Jaejoong got accepted into Sungkyunkwan University, we promised we'd stay close." Junsu flopped back in his seat, arms crossed, punishing Yoochun with his eye contact avoidance. "You're an ass."
"We celebrated my birthday already."
Junsu peered at him as if deciding whether or not he should try to kill Yoochun again. "You only get one birthday, moron."
"Nope. I had my birthday party. In our apartment, remember?"
Now Junsu was peering at him like he was an idiot. "When we all played video games?"
Yoochun smirked.
"That's not a birthday party."
"It was to me. I planned the whole thing. Just didn't tell anyone."
"There was no cake."
"Jaejoong made cookies."
"Changmin ate them all. Little brat... Nobody invited him!"
"I still beat his ass at Mario Kart. And then Yunho lost that bet and had to go next door shirtless and ask for a fresh thong. Best birthday party ever~"
Now Junsu smirked. "That was pretty epic."
"See?"
"Okay, fine." Junsu bounced across the barrier between the seats and clung to Yoochun's arm. "So, what are we doing? Are we having an adventure? I like adventures!"
"You are going to grant my birthday wish." Yoochun smiled lewdly.
"Which is...?" Junsu murmured into Yoochun's biceps.
"I'll tell you. But first..." Yoochun knocked his wallet off the armrest to the floor between his legs. "Can you get that for me?"
Junsu looked at him suspiciously but bent down to reach for it anyway. Yoochun drove up beside a semi-truck and caught the driver's eyes. He glanced at the man between his legs and back at the truck driver and nodded lecherously.
Eyes huge, the truck driver honked his horn, almost careening off the road himself. Startled, Junsu jumped and bumped his head against the wheel.
"Why do trucks keep honking at us?" Junsu grimaced as he rubbed his head, tossing the wallet back on the armrest.
"No reason."
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When Yoochun told him he wanted birthday sex, Junsu was neither surprised nor complaining.
They had known each other all their lives, became official boyfriends back in December and were now deciding to have sex for the first time in June. It was about freaking time.
Junsu was more than experienced on the subject. So on the way, he proceeded to explain to Yoochun in unnecessary detail how the entire process was supposed to go.
Somewhere along the way, Junsu had convinced Yoochun that the beach house Yoochun's aunt had let them use for the weekend wasn't good enough and that Yoochun's first time definitely had to be in that ritzy, upscale hotel they had just passed. But Yoochun suspected Junsu just wanted to have sex in a ritzy, upscale hotel.
But Yoochun was stupid in love so he blew all the cash he'd saved up for the weekend on a completely unnecessary hotel suite anyway.
Junsu flopped back on the king-sized mattress. "God, I feel like I'm lying on baby dreams and teddy bear wishes."
Yoochun peered around at the room queasily, wondering just how much of this furniture was trimmed with real gold. And was that a crystal chandelier? "Do you think we could get a refund if we did it real quick, put everything back to normal and pretended the suite wasn't satisfactory?"
Junsu rolled on his side, fingers splayed across smooth, white fabric covering the bed and eyed Yoochun all come-hither. "Not after the mess we're about to make."
Yoochun stared at the bed sheets and gulped. "Is that real silk?"
"Come unwrap your freaking birthday present already!"
After Junsu had unceremoniously thrown Yoochun on the bed-
"Take me like a man!"
"GAAAH!"
-Yoochun was trapped beneath Junsu, between his legs with no place to go. And after the initial fear brought by that menacingly look of mischief in Junsu's eye had faded away, Yoochun figured this wasn't such a bad place to be.
"Feel free to fuck my brains out." Junsu giggled naughtily.
"Okay."
"And maybe one day I can fuck out yours?"
"We'll see."
Junsu smiled, normal this time. From imp to angel in two seconds. What had Yoochun gotten himself into?
"Nervous?"
Yoochun swallowed. "A little."
He leaned down, kissed him on the cheek. "Don't be."
They kissed, tender but brief as after Junsu's tongue swiped at the inside of Yoochun's mouth once, he felt content to leave the other hanging like the little devil he was. He brought Yoochun's hands to the hem of his shirt.
"Undress me."
It took all Yoochun's strength not to let his hands shake as he pulled Junsu's shirt over his head. And he felt stupid. This was Junsu. His Junsu. He'd known him all his life and touched him all his life. Perhaps not this intimately but he still felt he shouldn't be sweating as much as he was now.
Deep breath in.
Junsu kissed Yoochun's hands and brought them to his belt. Smiled devilishly.
Deep breath out.
By the time Junsu was down to his boxers, he was practically primping, comfortable in his own skin and proud to finally show it all off to the one who mattered most. Yoochun had lost several IQ points just looking at him.
Junsu grinned. "Ready?"
Yoochun nodded, albeit belatedly.
Junsu pouted. "No, you're not."
Placing his hands on Yoochun's chest, he proceeded to roll his hips against the other's, grinding their crotches together, too sudden for Yoochun's fried brain to process and making him hiss.
A few minutes later, Junsu was admiring their matching bulges and Yoochun was in a state of shock.
"Now you're ready."
Junsu could've just taken Yoochun's shirt off and saved the latter the panic attack. But no. Junsu had to peel Yoochun's shirt off. With his teeth. His teeth.
Naturally, he had to use his hands to finish pulling the shirt over Yoochun's head, a little clumsily, mostly because the elder could no longer feel his limbs. Thankfully, his pants went off normally and quickly, probably because Junsu had the patience of a six-year-old in a candy store.
And there they were in a room Yoochun wished he wasn't paying for, lying on linens made of silk and apparently baby dreams, staring at each other in nothing but their boxers and that smile on Junsu's face, faint, a little dreamy. Disbelief on Yoochun's.
When they stared in silence for a couple beats too long, Yoochun swallowed. "What's wrong? Is it my face? I'm sorry, I was born this way..."
To Yoochun's surprise, he made no crack about how unfortunate Yoochun was to be born with such a horrid face. Instead, Junsu just shook his head, eyes flitting between Yoochun's.
"Then what are you thinking?"
Junsu leaned in closer and pecked the spot next to Yoochun's ear. "Promise me," he whispered, "I'll be your first and only."
Yoochun hyperventilated.
Junsu kissed his chin. "You're cute when you're stupid."
"Where do I touch you?" Yoochun's voice sounded broken and rough to his own ears, almost foreign.
"Wherever I'm ticklish. That means it's sensitive."
"So, you want me to stroke your armpits?"
Junsu smacked him.
Yoochun started with his sides, mentally mapping out the weak spots that had won him many a tickle fight in the past. But it was different when he wasn't aiming to make the other surrender on the floor in a heap, practically crying from laughter.
And Junsu wasn't trying to escape. Junsu's hands mimicked his over Yoochun's body and god, if he'd been pinched Yoochun swore he would've woken up from an amazing dream.
His fingertips trailed over smooth skin and migrated to Junsu's stomach, toned from hours forever spent training for the soccer team. He was mildly surprised when he felt the man on top of him shiver into his touch.
"Does it tickle?"
And then Junsu looked at him with a hint of that impish smile again, sending Yoochun's heart leaping for cover all over his ribcage. He shook his head, murmuring, "Feels good."
And Yoochun was absolutely positive his heart had ended up in his toes somewhere when the other's hand drifted downward and gently cupped his crotch.
"God." Yoochun hissed.
"No, I'm Junsu." He teased.
Yoochun started squirming and bucking into Junsu's touch, feeling inexplicably needy and desperate, two emotions he'd never thought he'd reveal to his best friend. But Junsu hummed his appreciation as he left a trail of kisses along Yoochun's jaw, stilling his hand over Yoochun's painfully hardened crotch.
"You ready?"
Yoochun didn't trust his voice not to sound about as girly and embarrassed as he felt. He just nodded.
"No, I mean, are you ready ready?" Junsu grinned, his fingertips dipping into the waistband of Yoochun's pants.
Yoochun was thankful the groan that escaped him sounded much manlier than he'd expected. "Junsu."
Junsu chuckled, his breath ghosting against the other's skin while Yoochun lost his after holding it for so long. The fabric of his waistband traveled lower, still lower, revealing more of his hipbone until-
The door beeped, opened, closed. They turned to stare. The cleaning lady stared back.
After realizing this was definitely not room 2601, the woman shrieked her apologies while Yoochun and Junsu scrambled for their clothes and she disappeared with another scream.
Once the room had fallen silent, both were fully clothed, still half hard and awkwardly sitting side by side on the bed. Junsu struggled to stifle the giggles bubbling up his throat. Yoochun failed to see the humor.
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"I'm not spending any more money."
"We're just window-shopping. Relaaaaax."
"I'm serious, Junsu."
"So am-Ooh! Look, sparkly things!"
Yoochun knew he probably should've resisted when Junsu suggested they explore the mall he'd spotted not far from the hotel. But it was Junsu. He'd caved immediately.
Yoochun glanced at Junsu with his face mashed up against the window of a store, bringing a whole new meaning to the phrase window shopping.
Yoochun just leaned against the window casually. He was used to the stares Junsu often warranted. "You know, I always keep my promises."
Junsu nodded, barely listening. "Mmhm."
"Like that super epic love cave I told you I'd get us once we graduated high school? Yeah, I'm gonna make that happen. One day. The jacuzzi, the soundproof walls, the vibrating bed-all of it."
"Uh-huh."
Yoochun tapped his toe against the floor. "But since I have no job and Mom's already not too thrilled about letting her son live alone with his lover, you'll have to deal with the regular apartment we've got now."
Junsu smiled like for the first time like he was actually listening. "Any place with you and a kitchen Jaejoong deems good enough to cook for us in is fine with me."
Yoochun smiled a little. "And remember when I told you I'd take you snorkeling since you've never been?"
"Vaguely."
"Well, I'd saved up some money to take you this weekend. But instead, I got you a hotel suite..."
"You're welcome~"
"I'm still gonna take you snorkeling, though. Maybe at the end of the summer. When my mom unchains me from my room for burning through all my cash in the first place."
Junsu turned to Yoochun with a big smile and kissed him on the cheek. "You can keep your promise for my birthday." His smile turned naughty. "I've never tried underwater snorkel sex."
As he ran off, Yoochun yelled after him, "You do remember your birthday is in December, right?"
He followed after Junsu and came to an abrupt halt when the other suddenly stopped and turned back to him, determination in his eye. Without warning, he jammed his hand inside Yoochun's pocket, emerging with what little cash he had left and disappeared inside a stationary store without a word.
Clearly too normal to keep up with his antics, Yoochun just lingered in front of the entrance and waited, wondering just how he was going to get through the rest of this weekend with no cash. His mom had given him her credit card in case of emergency. Like, a beaver had chewed through his leg and he needed some extra money to get it reattached kind of emergency...
A few minutes later, Junsu remerged with a little plastic bag and handed it to Yoochun with a smile that practically glowed. "Happy birthday."
Yoochun took the bag and looked inside.
It was a huge pen. A huge pink pen. Decorated with fur and glitter and ridiculous little cartoon characters making adorable faces all over the sides. Yoochun suspected if he wrote with it, it'd light up and start singing a song about friendship.
Yoochun eyed Junsu with a raised eyebrow.
Junsu linked his arm with his, clearly pleased with himself. "Write a pretty song for me with it, okay?"
"It's the 21st century." Yoochun pointed out. "I write songs with my laptop."
Junsu smacked him.
Yoochun threw the bag away and put the pen in his back pocket while they continued to wander. He would never tell Junsu just how proud he was to have that stupid thing jutting out of his pocket for all the world to see.
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Junsu ran his fingers across the floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall window overlooking the bustling city skyscrapers and tiny cars from their hotel room. He looked at Yoochun completely serious. "Let's have sex against it."
Yoochun cleared his throat because Junsu had a way of blowing his mind without warning. "I-It's probably tinted from the other side."
"I don't care either way. It's sexy and crazy and so am I." Grinning, Junsu splayed himself against the glass, running his hands against the cool surface.
But when he looked at Yoochun, he saw hesitance and the way the other no longer knew what to do with his hands. And in place of the ever-present snarky remark about the healthy chunk of ass he'd gladly snag right off his boyfriend's behind, a shy loss for words.
Junsu pursed his lips as if in thought. "Nah. Your first experience should be romantic. We can fuck like animals against a window some other time."
Eyes on the floor and hating the way his cheeks felt hot, Yoochun sat on the bed and took off his shoes. He cleared his throat again. "So...you want to try this again? I left a Do Not Disturb sign on the door, so...."
No answer.
"Junsu?"
Yoochun looked behind him. Junsu was gone.
There was a light shining from under the bathroom door where he also heard the sound of rushing water. He wondered if he actually wanted to know what Junsu was up to now. But he was stuck here with him and Junsu would drag him along one way or another, so Yoochun got up and took a peek anyway.
Apparently, Yoochun had paid good money for this suite. It even had a jacuzzi.
As the tub quickly filled up with water, Junsu sprinkled rose petals from a glass case he must have found near the edge of the tub.
He turned to Yoochun with a smirk. "I don't care if you think it's cheesy. They're cheesy and smell nice just like you."
A smile crept across Yoochun's lips. "It's my birthday. Shouldn't my opinion matter?"
He already knew the answer.
"No," was Junsu's simple answer.
The tub was nearing full when Junsu rummaged through a cabinet and found a bottle of soap suds. He examined it curiously. "How much do you think we should put in?"
Yoochun caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and smoothed down a cowlick. But then again, after Junsu was done with him, it probably wouldn't matter. "I dunno, bab..."
When Yoochun turned back to him, Junsu was standing next to the tub with an empty bottle and a mountain of bubbles rising from the hot tub. Junsu shrugged and tossed the bottle over his shoulder.
"I'll race you naked." He chirped.
Yoochun was struck with a sudden attack of wooziness when Junsu ripped his own shirt over his head and began undoing on his pants. That bare expanse of skin was mesmerizing.
His soccer muscles flexed as he worked his pants around his ankles. His abs tightened as he laughed that he was winning. Yoochun thought it was better not to think at all as he hastily followed after.
It wasn't like they had never seen each other naked before. It was inevitable as childhood friends who practically lived together and liked to claim they shared parents and siblings.
The last time Yoochun had seen Junsu naked was sophomore year in gym. And it had taken every ounce of brain power he possessed to recite Canadian provinces in alphabetical order to get him through locker room changes. And everyone wondered why Yoochun had done so well in Geography that year.
But now they weren't changing out of sweaty gym shorts and getting ready to sleep through algebra. Essentially, they were committing their bodies to each other in a way he'd only dreamed about. Repeatedly. He wondered if Junsu ever had those dreams, too.
Actually, right now, Junsu wasn't paying a lick of attention to him. He was bent over the hot tub, stark naked while Yoochun blinked stupidly at the sight before him. That ass was a force to be reckoned with.
Junsu cursed under his breath as he examined the jacuzzi. "How do you turn on the jets in this stupid thing?"
"Alberta."
"What?"
Yoochun shook his head violently. "Nothing, nothing............nothing."
Junsu looked behind him curiously and no doubt noticed the drool that had probably reached Yoochun's knees by now. And the perky little problem that growing exponentially perkier by the minute. Can't forget that.
Smirking, Junsu seated himself on the edge of the tub, forgetting all about tub jets. "You like what you see?"
Yoochun swallowed. "British Columbia." Dammit!
Junsu was grinning hard. "Come here."
Yoochun was glad his legs were working on auto-pilot because otherwise, he'd still be rooted to the spot and staring like a gnome instead of kissing his boyfriend bare naked next to a jacuzzi like it was illegal.
Junsu's hand slipped on the edge of the tub and the two fell back with a splash and a squeal into the jacuzzi.
When Yoochun resurfaced, he was panting. "Are you alright?"
Junsu remerged, coughing and sputtering. He caught sight of Yoochun and froze. And then burst out laughing.
"Wha...?"
Junsu gasped between giggles. "The bathtub prince is back."
Yoochun stared. "The what?"
Junsu gathered a handful of bubbles and placed it atop the mound of bubbles that was apparently already perched atop Yoochun's head. "Remember? When we were little? And our moms made us bathe together? You were always prince of the bathtub and I was your princess even though I said I wanted to be the prince." Junsu splashed him playfully. "I'll beat you with these flower petals if you forgot."
Yoochun grinned. Of course he remembered. "Well, right now, you seem more fit to be the old, crusty bathtub king." He added a handful of suds to Junsu's melting bubble beard.
Junsu smirked deviously. "Back then, I was too young to want to the do things I'm thinking of doing to you now."
Yoochun bit his lip and laughed nervously, unsure what to say. Usually he'd have some kind of lewd remark. In fact, the night before, he'd planned a whole list of dirty things he'd whisper in Junsu's ear as he ravished him against the sheets.
But now that it was real, right in front of him and beckoning him to come closer and give him the ravishing he'd joked about over and over since they'd first learned what sex was, it was odd.
There were so many things he wanted to do. Things he wanted to say. Things that Junsu had probably felt and heard time and time again by all the other guys he'd been with before Yoochun. And he had no idea how to convince Junsu that he was different. That he actually cared.
He cared about Junsu so much, he wanted every touch to singe with love. And only now did he realize he had no clue how to do that.
When Yoochun looked up from the island of bubbles he'd collected in front of him, Junsu was smiling at him softly.
"What's wrong?"
"I....I dont..." Yoochun had no idea how he was going to finish that sentence.
"You just need to relax." Junsu said gently as he waded closer. "It's just me."
He floated closer and closer til his lips were right in front of Yoochun's. The second Yoochun closed his eyes for a kiss, he got a wave of water and bubbles to the face instead.
What was supposed to be a romantic soak in the hot tub with the final deflowering of Yoochun's virginity, dissolved into a senseless bubble fight, complete with giggles and childish threats to stuff bubbles in each other's ears.
By the time half the water had sloshed on the bathroom floor and the bubble mountains had turned into rolling hills, Junsu had Yoochun trapped in the corner of the tub, straddling him and smiling that smile like he had something naughty up his sleeve.
He bent to kiss Yoochun and now it was like Yoochun's hands knew exactly where to go. Like he knew gliding over Junsu's lower back would give him shivers.
And it was true, he did know. Because his hand had already memorized that spot that vibrated when he had Junsu curled up on the couch, laughing to a funny movie.
Junsu's kisses trailed down his neck. Then down over his chest where he lapped at both his nipples. When Yoochun looked down, Junsu's face was half submerged in water and bubbles but he knew he was grinning. But before Yoochun could entertain himself with the reasons why, Junsu disappeared underwater.
Yoochun nearly bit his own tongue off when he felt a warm mouth enclose over his cock.
With the warmth of the water and soft caress of bubbles sliding over his arms and chest, Yoochun felt proud to be able to say his first blowjob was simply explosive.
His head lolled back as Junsu set a steady pace, bobbing up and down beneath the surface while his tongue massaged the vein throbbing on the underside of his cock.
Yoochun let out a low, satisfied groan as Junsu's nose brushed against his belly. Junsu had been under there so long, Yoochun was ready to deem him a cock-sucking mermaid. A class A cock-sucking mermaid whom Yoochun appreciated very, very much.
He shut his eyes to the wave of pleasure rolling through his spine, hips undulating slightly with Junsu's rhythm. One particularly hard suck made Yoochun hitch his hips up as his fingers entangled in-
Suddenly, Junsu lurched to the surface, coughing and choking and retching up water.
"Oh my god," Yoochun clutched the other by his shoulders, mortified. "I'm so sorry, Su! Are you okay?"
And that evening, Yoochun learned his very first lesson of blowjobs: Choking your boyfriend underwater can kill a mood pretty quickly.
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There once was an urban legend.
An urban legend that someone had somehow convinced Kim Jaejoong to choose baking muffins for a dye-job party over going to Lotte World with Jung Yunho and basically sexing each other up over the weekend. And with that familiar twinkle in his eye, Yoochun knew that for Junsu who had tried being a redhead for about a month, the legend was true.
So, after that same twinkle had blind-sided Yoochun, he was still in a daze when he realized he'd bought dinner at the hotel's fancy restaurant which cost quite possibly half the price of their room. Junsu seemed pleased enough with the lobster he'd ordered.
Yoochun felt queasy right about the time the check came. And he reluctantly pulled out his mom's emergency, carnivorous beaver-only credit card. Just when he'd resigned himself to his mother's impending homicide, the pen the waiter had given him was out of ink.
So, Yoochun used the only pen he had on him. That stupid pink pen with the fur and the sparkles. It didn't sing when he wrote but it did light up. Yoochun managed to smile a little.
And just when Yoochun was beginning to think he couldn't quite afford anymore of his boyfriend's bright ideas, Junsu had led him out into the parking lot, clinging to his arm as they walked under clouded skies.
Yoochun's eyes flitted between Junsu and their car. "Where are we going now...?"
"A wonderful, wonderful place."
Yoochun swallowed, racking his brain for any kind of exit strategy. Sure, Junsu had Yoochun whipped for as long as he could remember (He had just spent his entire birthday satisfying Junsu's odd impulses) but there had to be a limit. Right? "I sure hope it's worth it because this is the last night you'll ever spend with me. But before my mom kills me, I just want you to know that I love you and I'd like purple irises at my funeral."
Junsu giggled as he opened the backseat door. "Oh, you're gonna die, alright." He turned to Yoochun, pulling him closer by his shirt. "Of pleasure."
With that, he pulled Yoochun inside the car and threw himself against the seats, legs trapping Yoochun over him. As usual, Yoochun's mind when a little muddy as they made out.
Hands tangled in hair, tongues sliding fluidly against each other, he almost didn't notice when Junsu began tugging Yoochun's shirt up his back.
Yoochun pulled back, a little breathless. "Wha...what are you doing?"
Junsu smiled devilishly. "Well, you already bought me a classy dinner. So, naturally, we're going to have sex in your car."
He laughed lightly into Yoochun's neck as he tried to remove his shirt again. But Yoochun resisted. "Are you insane?"
Junsu grinned madly and Yoochun realized he'd just asked a futile question.
Yoochun shook his head. "My mom uses this car sometimes. What if we leave stains I can't get out?"
"Use bleach?" Junsu leaned in for another kiss but again Yoochun pulled back.
"Why the hell would I want to lose my virginity in the back of a car?" Yoochun sputtered incredulously.
Junsu shrugged. "I lost my virginity in the back of a car."
The car fell silent. Junsu pulled Yoochun back down and kissed him gently. As his legs tightened around Yoochun's waist, Yoochun pulled back and sat up.
Junsu looked at him, a bit puzzled, hesitant, with his legs in the other's lap.
As he idly rubbed Junsu's leg, Yoochun admired Junsu's face, his soft features, those deceptively innocent eyes, those pink lips that said the stupidest things sometimes. And Yoochun knew from the bottom of his heart that Junsu deserved so much better.
Junsu didn't question or complain when Yoochun led him back to the hotel. But of course, not before making out a little more in the back of the car. Because god, Junsu's body just felt so damn good, so damn right against his.
Their room was on the 26th floor. So, Junsu figured that was plenty of time to get Yoochun off in the elevator.
Of course, it was the owner of the hotel who happened to be standing there when the doors opened, receiving an eyeful of Yoochun with his dick out and Junsu having a little too much fun. They were promptly kicked out of the hotel.
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The drive to Yoochun's aunt's beach house was quiet as they rode toward the setting sun. Yoochun leaned on the gas. Time was against them and now they meant business.
The second Yoochun unlocked the door to the beach house, the distance from the door to the bed was a blur. Junsu had pounced on him, practically mauling his lips as they stumbled through the door, their bags falling to the floor forgotten.
They bumped into a lot of walls and found a lot of closets before finally discovering the bedroom. They collapsed on the bed in a grunting, whimpering frenzy.
This mattress wasn't quite like the baby dreams and teddy bear wishes they'd recently become accustomed to but neither were quite in the frame of mind to care at the moment.
Junsu seemed quite pleased with Yoochun's sudden flare of aggression as he rolled them both over and pinned Junsu's arms down above his head.
"I see you've finally loosened up."
"Shut up." Yoochun grunted with a smirk.
Swallowing many a delicious moan from Junsu's mouth, Yoochun could barely catch his breath long enough to piece together what was happening. Shirts fluttered to the floor. Three socks hit the wall. But Junsu's left one was stubborn and they were impatient so they just left it there.
By the time Junsu had wrestled Yoochun's jeans off, Yoochun was practically high, heart thudding in his throat as he unbuttoned Junsu's.
"God, the things I'm gonna do to you." He mumbled into Junsu's mouth.
"Hurry up and do it." Junsu hissed back.
After a couple more minutes of swallowing each other's tongues and several more yanks on Junsu's immobile pants, it didn't take much longer before they realized they had a problem.
"Shit." Junsu swatted Yoochun's hand away from his stubborn zipper and gave it a few rough tugs himself. But the zipper refused to budge.
With a growl, Yoochun grabbed the ends of Junsu's pants and yanked, only succeeding in dragging the other halfway across the bed. The fact that those pants were still covering that ass offended Yoochun so much more than that time Yoohwan had commented he looked like a drunk hobo with his hair long. Jaejoong seemed to like it okay...
When Junsu squealed and thrashed against the bed in a childish rage, Yoochun knew there was only one option. He disappeared for a bit and returned with a pair of scissors in hand.
Needless to say, having his favorite jeans sliced up along with part of his boxers and nearly losing a bit of his manhood put Junsu in a less than frisky mood.
With both in nothing but their boxers, Junsu's a little breezier than they should be, the two sat side by side at the edge of the bed. They stared at the wall in silence.
It was official. God was forbidding them to have sex. Ever.
Junsu glanced out the window. He let out a sigh.
Yoochun was still coming to terms with the fact that he was doomed to stay a virgin forever when Junsu suddenly stood up. He left the room without a word. Puzzled, Yoochun followed him.
Junsu burst through the back door, his footsteps quickening as he stepped in sand. Soon enough, he'd broken out into a full sprint, barreling toward the sea with Yoochun wheezing behind him. With a gleeful squeal, Junsu crashed into the waves and disappeared beneath the foam.
Yoochun stopped at the shore's edge, water lapping at his ankles as he squinted and struggled to catch his breath. "Junsu?"
A flurry of mostly deranged laughter and sunlight as usual, Junsu popped out of the waves and splashed Yoochun within an inch of his life.
The sun burned its goodbyes into the sky, all flaming orange and blushing pinks and purples. They wasted time playing on the beach like it was their last chance at life. And with college and the real world looming on the horizon, perhaps it was.
And dammit if this one disaster of a day hadn't made this the best summer ever.
The sun was already kissing the sea by the time they'd collapsed in the sand, panting while the tide tickled their feet.
Yoochun struggled to catch his breath. "Junsu?"
It seemed nothing could make Junsu breathless. "Hmm?"
"Thanks."
Junsu laughed lightly. "I expected something more poetic from you."
He snorted. "Like what?"
"Mm, like, 'Junsu, your smile is like the sound the sky makes as it pours stars and clouds and shit in my soul.' Or 'your eyes shine like amber mermaid scales in a torrid sea.' "
"You and mermaids did cross my mind earlier today." Yoochun mused, then looked at him. "Do you even know what 'torrid' means?"
Yoochun didn't hear his answer. It was probably something teasing enough to make Yoochun want to duck his head underwater. But stupid enough to make him pull him back up and kiss him.
Junsu's skin was sun-kissed. Dusted with sand and sea salt and glistening with beads of ocean water all over. He shined when he opened his mouth, tipped his head back and laughed.
Yoochun wasn't thinking at all when he leaned over and kissed him.
When they broke away, Junsu smiled, cupping his cheeks to bring him in for another kiss. It was slow and lazy, with the rushing, swelling tide as their soundtrack and licking at their toes.
One of them caught the giggles. And between the two of them, naturally it was contagious.
They pressed pointless laughter into one another's lips in between kisses til Yoochun nibbled at the other's bottom lip, earning a high-pitched squeal he drowned in Yoochun's mouth as he swung himself over til he was seated in Yoochun's lap.
When Junsu pulled back, his hair was dripping over Yoochun's cheeks, smiling like the sun itself with burnt orange and purple-pink tinted clouds framing his glowing face.
They fit together perfectly as he dove in for another kiss both were determined to drag out into forever.
Yoochun's back hit the sand and all he heard was eu kyang kyang before Junsu's lips were over his again, tongue swiping between the seam of his mouth.
Forever giggling, they rolled around for a bit, play-fighting for dominance. Yoochun won or at least, Junsu let him.
A particularly strong tide surged toward the shore, softening the sand beneath their bodies before retreating to the sea.
One look at Junsu, wet and breathless just for Yoochun, and a knot formed in Yoochun's throat. As if thinking the exact same thing, both lost their soaking wet boxers as quickly as possible in case something else went horribly, horribly wrong.
As the tide met Junsu's back once again, he arched up, brushing his stiffened member against Yoochun's.
With a hiss, Yoochun kissed him hard, arms pulling the other impossibly closer because god, this feeling was indescribable, irresistible.
It was Yoochun who panicked that they'd left the lube back at the cabin. Junsu reassured him it would be okay with a little spit, sea water and precum he'd coaxed out of Yoochun with a handjob that nearly made him melt into pieces.
Entering was tough. And the roar of the waves and cry of the seagulls as the skies turned deep purple-grey was distracting and incredibly hot at the same time. Another wave surged up to Junsu's shoulders as Yoochun winced through the rough, under-prepared stretch of Junsu wrapped around him.
A look of twisted pain flashed across his face for a split second as Yoochun sunk deeper into his tight heat. Yoochun stilled immediately. But Junsu shook his head.
His voice was a little huskier than usual as he grabbed at Yoochun's hips, encouraging him to go deeper. "It's alright. I can handle it. Please..."
Yoochun was adamant. He refused to go any further til Junsu's breath stopped hitching.
It took a long time, impossibly long, til Yoochun was fully buried inside the man beneath him. But he was gentle. Soothing Junsu's whimpers away with soft caresses and sweet kisses all over.
His heart leapt into his throat when he heard a choked sob muffled into his neck.
"Are you okay?" Yoochun asked in a rush, panicked. "I'll pull out if you-"
Junsu shook his head, breathing shakily into his hand. It was almost scary seeing Junsu in anything but a smile. But here he was, meek and vulnerable in Yoochun's arms.
Yoochun palmed his face, leaning in closer til their foreheads touched. "What's wrong?"
Junsu's face was flushed pink with tears just barely brimming his eyes. And so uncharacteristically timid, so softly Yoochun almost didn't hear him, he whispered, "I love you."
With a faint smile, Yoochun pressed his lips into Junsu's, nudging him open. And when he kissed him and touched him and murmured things into his hair he barely understood himself, he singed Junsu to the core. Tenderly, lovingly scarred for the first time in a place only Yoochun could touch.
Yoochun took his time. He'd never been more patient as he was now with Junsu's heart trembling at his fingertips. It wasn't until Junsu's whimpers turned to moans that Yoochun caught one look at that face and lost his mind a little.
Pupils blown wide, mouth hanging open, Junsu rolled his hips against Yoochun's, desperate for more. Yoochun dug his toes into the sand as he thrust into Junsu, lost in a haze of hot skin and the taste of Junsu's mouth.
The tide broke against them again, warm foam wrapping around them and gently receding as Junsu's moans grew louder. Junsu begged into Yoochun's mouth and he complied, sinking in deeper and harder with each thrust, chasing down a billowing bundle of electricity tickling just under his skin.
When Yoochun came, it surprised him, ripping out of him, powerful and dizzying before he could brace himself. And with a few faint thrusts and some divinely timed strokes, Junsu splattered between them, quivering off his climax til both lay in a panting heap in wet sand.
Fingers brushed wet strands of hair from Yoochun's face and he looked up.
That smile was back. "Chunnie, I-"
Seagulls squawked madly, scattering into the air unceremoniously and thunder cracked mercilessly. The rain gushed down soon after as a bold flash of lightning speared across the dark, blackened sky.
Yoochun and Junsu took one look at each other. Somehow, they managed to burst out laughing.
Yoochun slipped out of Junsu and scrambled to his feet, helping the other up. "Your ass is cursed."
Junsu punched him playfully as he blinked away the torrents of rain flowing into his eyes. "I blame your forehead!"
"Unfortunate shit doesn't happen to me every time a virgin tries to get a piece of my forehead's goodies-"
Junsu looked around with wide eyes. "Where are our boxers?"
They stared out into the choppy, gray, unforgiving sea which had apparently long since swallowed their clothes up and dissolved into ridiculous bouts of laughter again despite the deep rumble of thunder that descended upon them.
And they ran back to the cabin in hysterics, butt naked, hand in hand.
Yep. Best summer ever.
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Yes, I know I said I wouldn't wait til June to actually post this chapter....but it seriously took me from December til now to write this. x'D Sorry, guys! My muse is agonizingly slow. T.T Oh well. Happy birthday, Chunnie! :'D
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no boys but I do own the predecessor to this fic, Hookups and Emoticons >:D
Pairings: YunJae, KiMin (Super Junior Kibum), YooSu
Length: [3/3]
Genre: Romance, smut, comedy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, some language, Junsu 8D
Summary: December 24th, Yunho's losing it. December 31st, Changmin's falling from a roof. June 4th, Junsu's barking at trucks.
December 24 || December 31 || June 4
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June 4: Yoochun and Junsu
"You're not a dog, you know."
"Woof woof!"
"Oh god..." Yoochun facepalmed but smiled anyway.
When Junsu finally extracted his head from the car window, his hair was a wind-fucked mess just the way Yoochun liked it. "Where are we going, woof?"
"Away," was all Yoochun said, eyes on the road.
"Why couldn't Yunjae come with us in our car?"
"Jaeho..." Yoochun muttered.
"They could've carpooled with us." Junsu glared. "How many times do I have to tell you to SAVE THE PLANET?!"
At this point, Junsu had taken to punching and tugging and pinching Yoochun's arm, nearly making him swerve off the road and into a ditch. Yoochun didn't panic. He'd always known that the day he died, Junsu would have something to do with it. He didn't mind. He'd come to terms with it long ago.
"They're not coming. No one is." Yoochun avoided the judgmental stares of a Kia he'd almost side-swiped.
Junsu's stare bore into the side of his face. He didn't speak for a long time, which for Junsu was scarier than almost careening off the road to a fiery death. "But we're supposed to stay together."
"It's not-"
"You promised. We promised." Yoochun was surprised to realize Junsu had that face that meant he was trying not to cry. "It's your birthday, Yoochun. How can we celebrate without everyone else? All of us are even staying in Seoul for college in the fall. Even after I got that soccer scholarship and you got into an art college and Yunho and Jaejoong got accepted into Sungkyunkwan University, we promised we'd stay close." Junsu flopped back in his seat, arms crossed, punishing Yoochun with his eye contact avoidance. "You're an ass."
"We celebrated my birthday already."
Junsu peered at him as if deciding whether or not he should try to kill Yoochun again. "You only get one birthday, moron."
"Nope. I had my birthday party. In our apartment, remember?"
Now Junsu was peering at him like he was an idiot. "When we all played video games?"
Yoochun smirked.
"That's not a birthday party."
"It was to me. I planned the whole thing. Just didn't tell anyone."
"There was no cake."
"Jaejoong made cookies."
"Changmin ate them all. Little brat... Nobody invited him!"
"I still beat his ass at Mario Kart. And then Yunho lost that bet and had to go next door shirtless and ask for a fresh thong. Best birthday party ever~"
Now Junsu smirked. "That was pretty epic."
"See?"
"Okay, fine." Junsu bounced across the barrier between the seats and clung to Yoochun's arm. "So, what are we doing? Are we having an adventure? I like adventures!"
"You are going to grant my birthday wish." Yoochun smiled lewdly.
"Which is...?" Junsu murmured into Yoochun's biceps.
"I'll tell you. But first..." Yoochun knocked his wallet off the armrest to the floor between his legs. "Can you get that for me?"
Junsu looked at him suspiciously but bent down to reach for it anyway. Yoochun drove up beside a semi-truck and caught the driver's eyes. He glanced at the man between his legs and back at the truck driver and nodded lecherously.
Eyes huge, the truck driver honked his horn, almost careening off the road himself. Startled, Junsu jumped and bumped his head against the wheel.
"Why do trucks keep honking at us?" Junsu grimaced as he rubbed his head, tossing the wallet back on the armrest.
"No reason."
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When Yoochun told him he wanted birthday sex, Junsu was neither surprised nor complaining.
They had known each other all their lives, became official boyfriends back in December and were now deciding to have sex for the first time in June. It was about freaking time.
Junsu was more than experienced on the subject. So on the way, he proceeded to explain to Yoochun in unnecessary detail how the entire process was supposed to go.
Somewhere along the way, Junsu had convinced Yoochun that the beach house Yoochun's aunt had let them use for the weekend wasn't good enough and that Yoochun's first time definitely had to be in that ritzy, upscale hotel they had just passed. But Yoochun suspected Junsu just wanted to have sex in a ritzy, upscale hotel.
But Yoochun was stupid in love so he blew all the cash he'd saved up for the weekend on a completely unnecessary hotel suite anyway.
Junsu flopped back on the king-sized mattress. "God, I feel like I'm lying on baby dreams and teddy bear wishes."
Yoochun peered around at the room queasily, wondering just how much of this furniture was trimmed with real gold. And was that a crystal chandelier? "Do you think we could get a refund if we did it real quick, put everything back to normal and pretended the suite wasn't satisfactory?"
Junsu rolled on his side, fingers splayed across smooth, white fabric covering the bed and eyed Yoochun all come-hither. "Not after the mess we're about to make."
Yoochun stared at the bed sheets and gulped. "Is that real silk?"
"Come unwrap your freaking birthday present already!"
After Junsu had unceremoniously thrown Yoochun on the bed-
"Take me like a man!"
"GAAAH!"
-Yoochun was trapped beneath Junsu, between his legs with no place to go. And after the initial fear brought by that menacingly look of mischief in Junsu's eye had faded away, Yoochun figured this wasn't such a bad place to be.
"Feel free to fuck my brains out." Junsu giggled naughtily.
"Okay."
"And maybe one day I can fuck out yours?"
"We'll see."
Junsu smiled, normal this time. From imp to angel in two seconds. What had Yoochun gotten himself into?
"Nervous?"
Yoochun swallowed. "A little."
He leaned down, kissed him on the cheek. "Don't be."
They kissed, tender but brief as after Junsu's tongue swiped at the inside of Yoochun's mouth once, he felt content to leave the other hanging like the little devil he was. He brought Yoochun's hands to the hem of his shirt.
"Undress me."
It took all Yoochun's strength not to let his hands shake as he pulled Junsu's shirt over his head. And he felt stupid. This was Junsu. His Junsu. He'd known him all his life and touched him all his life. Perhaps not this intimately but he still felt he shouldn't be sweating as much as he was now.
Deep breath in.
Junsu kissed Yoochun's hands and brought them to his belt. Smiled devilishly.
Deep breath out.
By the time Junsu was down to his boxers, he was practically primping, comfortable in his own skin and proud to finally show it all off to the one who mattered most. Yoochun had lost several IQ points just looking at him.
Junsu grinned. "Ready?"
Yoochun nodded, albeit belatedly.
Junsu pouted. "No, you're not."
Placing his hands on Yoochun's chest, he proceeded to roll his hips against the other's, grinding their crotches together, too sudden for Yoochun's fried brain to process and making him hiss.
A few minutes later, Junsu was admiring their matching bulges and Yoochun was in a state of shock.
"Now you're ready."
Junsu could've just taken Yoochun's shirt off and saved the latter the panic attack. But no. Junsu had to peel Yoochun's shirt off. With his teeth. His teeth.
Naturally, he had to use his hands to finish pulling the shirt over Yoochun's head, a little clumsily, mostly because the elder could no longer feel his limbs. Thankfully, his pants went off normally and quickly, probably because Junsu had the patience of a six-year-old in a candy store.
And there they were in a room Yoochun wished he wasn't paying for, lying on linens made of silk and apparently baby dreams, staring at each other in nothing but their boxers and that smile on Junsu's face, faint, a little dreamy. Disbelief on Yoochun's.
When they stared in silence for a couple beats too long, Yoochun swallowed. "What's wrong? Is it my face? I'm sorry, I was born this way..."
To Yoochun's surprise, he made no crack about how unfortunate Yoochun was to be born with such a horrid face. Instead, Junsu just shook his head, eyes flitting between Yoochun's.
"Then what are you thinking?"
Junsu leaned in closer and pecked the spot next to Yoochun's ear. "Promise me," he whispered, "I'll be your first and only."
Yoochun hyperventilated.
Junsu kissed his chin. "You're cute when you're stupid."
"Where do I touch you?" Yoochun's voice sounded broken and rough to his own ears, almost foreign.
"Wherever I'm ticklish. That means it's sensitive."
"So, you want me to stroke your armpits?"
Junsu smacked him.
Yoochun started with his sides, mentally mapping out the weak spots that had won him many a tickle fight in the past. But it was different when he wasn't aiming to make the other surrender on the floor in a heap, practically crying from laughter.
And Junsu wasn't trying to escape. Junsu's hands mimicked his over Yoochun's body and god, if he'd been pinched Yoochun swore he would've woken up from an amazing dream.
His fingertips trailed over smooth skin and migrated to Junsu's stomach, toned from hours forever spent training for the soccer team. He was mildly surprised when he felt the man on top of him shiver into his touch.
"Does it tickle?"
And then Junsu looked at him with a hint of that impish smile again, sending Yoochun's heart leaping for cover all over his ribcage. He shook his head, murmuring, "Feels good."
And Yoochun was absolutely positive his heart had ended up in his toes somewhere when the other's hand drifted downward and gently cupped his crotch.
"God." Yoochun hissed.
"No, I'm Junsu." He teased.
Yoochun started squirming and bucking into Junsu's touch, feeling inexplicably needy and desperate, two emotions he'd never thought he'd reveal to his best friend. But Junsu hummed his appreciation as he left a trail of kisses along Yoochun's jaw, stilling his hand over Yoochun's painfully hardened crotch.
"You ready?"
Yoochun didn't trust his voice not to sound about as girly and embarrassed as he felt. He just nodded.
"No, I mean, are you ready ready?" Junsu grinned, his fingertips dipping into the waistband of Yoochun's pants.
Yoochun was thankful the groan that escaped him sounded much manlier than he'd expected. "Junsu."
Junsu chuckled, his breath ghosting against the other's skin while Yoochun lost his after holding it for so long. The fabric of his waistband traveled lower, still lower, revealing more of his hipbone until-
The door beeped, opened, closed. They turned to stare. The cleaning lady stared back.
After realizing this was definitely not room 2601, the woman shrieked her apologies while Yoochun and Junsu scrambled for their clothes and she disappeared with another scream.
Once the room had fallen silent, both were fully clothed, still half hard and awkwardly sitting side by side on the bed. Junsu struggled to stifle the giggles bubbling up his throat. Yoochun failed to see the humor.
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"I'm not spending any more money."
"We're just window-shopping. Relaaaaax."
"I'm serious, Junsu."
"So am-Ooh! Look, sparkly things!"
Yoochun knew he probably should've resisted when Junsu suggested they explore the mall he'd spotted not far from the hotel. But it was Junsu. He'd caved immediately.
Yoochun glanced at Junsu with his face mashed up against the window of a store, bringing a whole new meaning to the phrase window shopping.
Yoochun just leaned against the window casually. He was used to the stares Junsu often warranted. "You know, I always keep my promises."
Junsu nodded, barely listening. "Mmhm."
"Like that super epic love cave I told you I'd get us once we graduated high school? Yeah, I'm gonna make that happen. One day. The jacuzzi, the soundproof walls, the vibrating bed-all of it."
"Uh-huh."
Yoochun tapped his toe against the floor. "But since I have no job and Mom's already not too thrilled about letting her son live alone with his lover, you'll have to deal with the regular apartment we've got now."
Junsu smiled like for the first time like he was actually listening. "Any place with you and a kitchen Jaejoong deems good enough to cook for us in is fine with me."
Yoochun smiled a little. "And remember when I told you I'd take you snorkeling since you've never been?"
"Vaguely."
"Well, I'd saved up some money to take you this weekend. But instead, I got you a hotel suite..."
"You're welcome~"
"I'm still gonna take you snorkeling, though. Maybe at the end of the summer. When my mom unchains me from my room for burning through all my cash in the first place."
Junsu turned to Yoochun with a big smile and kissed him on the cheek. "You can keep your promise for my birthday." His smile turned naughty. "I've never tried underwater snorkel sex."
As he ran off, Yoochun yelled after him, "You do remember your birthday is in December, right?"
He followed after Junsu and came to an abrupt halt when the other suddenly stopped and turned back to him, determination in his eye. Without warning, he jammed his hand inside Yoochun's pocket, emerging with what little cash he had left and disappeared inside a stationary store without a word.
Clearly too normal to keep up with his antics, Yoochun just lingered in front of the entrance and waited, wondering just how he was going to get through the rest of this weekend with no cash. His mom had given him her credit card in case of emergency. Like, a beaver had chewed through his leg and he needed some extra money to get it reattached kind of emergency...
A few minutes later, Junsu remerged with a little plastic bag and handed it to Yoochun with a smile that practically glowed. "Happy birthday."
Yoochun took the bag and looked inside.
It was a huge pen. A huge pink pen. Decorated with fur and glitter and ridiculous little cartoon characters making adorable faces all over the sides. Yoochun suspected if he wrote with it, it'd light up and start singing a song about friendship.
Yoochun eyed Junsu with a raised eyebrow.
Junsu linked his arm with his, clearly pleased with himself. "Write a pretty song for me with it, okay?"
"It's the 21st century." Yoochun pointed out. "I write songs with my laptop."
Junsu smacked him.
Yoochun threw the bag away and put the pen in his back pocket while they continued to wander. He would never tell Junsu just how proud he was to have that stupid thing jutting out of his pocket for all the world to see.
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Junsu ran his fingers across the floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall window overlooking the bustling city skyscrapers and tiny cars from their hotel room. He looked at Yoochun completely serious. "Let's have sex against it."
Yoochun cleared his throat because Junsu had a way of blowing his mind without warning. "I-It's probably tinted from the other side."
"I don't care either way. It's sexy and crazy and so am I." Grinning, Junsu splayed himself against the glass, running his hands against the cool surface.
But when he looked at Yoochun, he saw hesitance and the way the other no longer knew what to do with his hands. And in place of the ever-present snarky remark about the healthy chunk of ass he'd gladly snag right off his boyfriend's behind, a shy loss for words.
Junsu pursed his lips as if in thought. "Nah. Your first experience should be romantic. We can fuck like animals against a window some other time."
Eyes on the floor and hating the way his cheeks felt hot, Yoochun sat on the bed and took off his shoes. He cleared his throat again. "So...you want to try this again? I left a Do Not Disturb sign on the door, so...."
No answer.
"Junsu?"
Yoochun looked behind him. Junsu was gone.
There was a light shining from under the bathroom door where he also heard the sound of rushing water. He wondered if he actually wanted to know what Junsu was up to now. But he was stuck here with him and Junsu would drag him along one way or another, so Yoochun got up and took a peek anyway.
Apparently, Yoochun had paid good money for this suite. It even had a jacuzzi.
As the tub quickly filled up with water, Junsu sprinkled rose petals from a glass case he must have found near the edge of the tub.
He turned to Yoochun with a smirk. "I don't care if you think it's cheesy. They're cheesy and smell nice just like you."
A smile crept across Yoochun's lips. "It's my birthday. Shouldn't my opinion matter?"
He already knew the answer.
"No," was Junsu's simple answer.
The tub was nearing full when Junsu rummaged through a cabinet and found a bottle of soap suds. He examined it curiously. "How much do you think we should put in?"
Yoochun caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and smoothed down a cowlick. But then again, after Junsu was done with him, it probably wouldn't matter. "I dunno, bab..."
When Yoochun turned back to him, Junsu was standing next to the tub with an empty bottle and a mountain of bubbles rising from the hot tub. Junsu shrugged and tossed the bottle over his shoulder.
"I'll race you naked." He chirped.
Yoochun was struck with a sudden attack of wooziness when Junsu ripped his own shirt over his head and began undoing on his pants. That bare expanse of skin was mesmerizing.
His soccer muscles flexed as he worked his pants around his ankles. His abs tightened as he laughed that he was winning. Yoochun thought it was better not to think at all as he hastily followed after.
It wasn't like they had never seen each other naked before. It was inevitable as childhood friends who practically lived together and liked to claim they shared parents and siblings.
The last time Yoochun had seen Junsu naked was sophomore year in gym. And it had taken every ounce of brain power he possessed to recite Canadian provinces in alphabetical order to get him through locker room changes. And everyone wondered why Yoochun had done so well in Geography that year.
But now they weren't changing out of sweaty gym shorts and getting ready to sleep through algebra. Essentially, they were committing their bodies to each other in a way he'd only dreamed about. Repeatedly. He wondered if Junsu ever had those dreams, too.
Actually, right now, Junsu wasn't paying a lick of attention to him. He was bent over the hot tub, stark naked while Yoochun blinked stupidly at the sight before him. That ass was a force to be reckoned with.
Junsu cursed under his breath as he examined the jacuzzi. "How do you turn on the jets in this stupid thing?"
"Alberta."
"What?"
Yoochun shook his head violently. "Nothing, nothing............nothing."
Junsu looked behind him curiously and no doubt noticed the drool that had probably reached Yoochun's knees by now. And the perky little problem that growing exponentially perkier by the minute. Can't forget that.
Smirking, Junsu seated himself on the edge of the tub, forgetting all about tub jets. "You like what you see?"
Yoochun swallowed. "British Columbia." Dammit!
Junsu was grinning hard. "Come here."
Yoochun was glad his legs were working on auto-pilot because otherwise, he'd still be rooted to the spot and staring like a gnome instead of kissing his boyfriend bare naked next to a jacuzzi like it was illegal.
Junsu's hand slipped on the edge of the tub and the two fell back with a splash and a squeal into the jacuzzi.
When Yoochun resurfaced, he was panting. "Are you alright?"
Junsu remerged, coughing and sputtering. He caught sight of Yoochun and froze. And then burst out laughing.
"Wha...?"
Junsu gasped between giggles. "The bathtub prince is back."
Yoochun stared. "The what?"
Junsu gathered a handful of bubbles and placed it atop the mound of bubbles that was apparently already perched atop Yoochun's head. "Remember? When we were little? And our moms made us bathe together? You were always prince of the bathtub and I was your princess even though I said I wanted to be the prince." Junsu splashed him playfully. "I'll beat you with these flower petals if you forgot."
Yoochun grinned. Of course he remembered. "Well, right now, you seem more fit to be the old, crusty bathtub king." He added a handful of suds to Junsu's melting bubble beard.
Junsu smirked deviously. "Back then, I was too young to want to the do things I'm thinking of doing to you now."
Yoochun bit his lip and laughed nervously, unsure what to say. Usually he'd have some kind of lewd remark. In fact, the night before, he'd planned a whole list of dirty things he'd whisper in Junsu's ear as he ravished him against the sheets.
But now that it was real, right in front of him and beckoning him to come closer and give him the ravishing he'd joked about over and over since they'd first learned what sex was, it was odd.
There were so many things he wanted to do. Things he wanted to say. Things that Junsu had probably felt and heard time and time again by all the other guys he'd been with before Yoochun. And he had no idea how to convince Junsu that he was different. That he actually cared.
He cared about Junsu so much, he wanted every touch to singe with love. And only now did he realize he had no clue how to do that.
When Yoochun looked up from the island of bubbles he'd collected in front of him, Junsu was smiling at him softly.
"What's wrong?"
"I....I dont..." Yoochun had no idea how he was going to finish that sentence.
"You just need to relax." Junsu said gently as he waded closer. "It's just me."
He floated closer and closer til his lips were right in front of Yoochun's. The second Yoochun closed his eyes for a kiss, he got a wave of water and bubbles to the face instead.
What was supposed to be a romantic soak in the hot tub with the final deflowering of Yoochun's virginity, dissolved into a senseless bubble fight, complete with giggles and childish threats to stuff bubbles in each other's ears.
By the time half the water had sloshed on the bathroom floor and the bubble mountains had turned into rolling hills, Junsu had Yoochun trapped in the corner of the tub, straddling him and smiling that smile like he had something naughty up his sleeve.
He bent to kiss Yoochun and now it was like Yoochun's hands knew exactly where to go. Like he knew gliding over Junsu's lower back would give him shivers.
And it was true, he did know. Because his hand had already memorized that spot that vibrated when he had Junsu curled up on the couch, laughing to a funny movie.
Junsu's kisses trailed down his neck. Then down over his chest where he lapped at both his nipples. When Yoochun looked down, Junsu's face was half submerged in water and bubbles but he knew he was grinning. But before Yoochun could entertain himself with the reasons why, Junsu disappeared underwater.
Yoochun nearly bit his own tongue off when he felt a warm mouth enclose over his cock.
With the warmth of the water and soft caress of bubbles sliding over his arms and chest, Yoochun felt proud to be able to say his first blowjob was simply explosive.
His head lolled back as Junsu set a steady pace, bobbing up and down beneath the surface while his tongue massaged the vein throbbing on the underside of his cock.
Yoochun let out a low, satisfied groan as Junsu's nose brushed against his belly. Junsu had been under there so long, Yoochun was ready to deem him a cock-sucking mermaid. A class A cock-sucking mermaid whom Yoochun appreciated very, very much.
He shut his eyes to the wave of pleasure rolling through his spine, hips undulating slightly with Junsu's rhythm. One particularly hard suck made Yoochun hitch his hips up as his fingers entangled in-
Suddenly, Junsu lurched to the surface, coughing and choking and retching up water.
"Oh my god," Yoochun clutched the other by his shoulders, mortified. "I'm so sorry, Su! Are you okay?"
And that evening, Yoochun learned his very first lesson of blowjobs: Choking your boyfriend underwater can kill a mood pretty quickly.
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There once was an urban legend.
An urban legend that someone had somehow convinced Kim Jaejoong to choose baking muffins for a dye-job party over going to Lotte World with Jung Yunho and basically sexing each other up over the weekend. And with that familiar twinkle in his eye, Yoochun knew that for Junsu who had tried being a redhead for about a month, the legend was true.
So, after that same twinkle had blind-sided Yoochun, he was still in a daze when he realized he'd bought dinner at the hotel's fancy restaurant which cost quite possibly half the price of their room. Junsu seemed pleased enough with the lobster he'd ordered.
Yoochun felt queasy right about the time the check came. And he reluctantly pulled out his mom's emergency, carnivorous beaver-only credit card. Just when he'd resigned himself to his mother's impending homicide, the pen the waiter had given him was out of ink.
So, Yoochun used the only pen he had on him. That stupid pink pen with the fur and the sparkles. It didn't sing when he wrote but it did light up. Yoochun managed to smile a little.
And just when Yoochun was beginning to think he couldn't quite afford anymore of his boyfriend's bright ideas, Junsu had led him out into the parking lot, clinging to his arm as they walked under clouded skies.
Yoochun's eyes flitted between Junsu and their car. "Where are we going now...?"
"A wonderful, wonderful place."
Yoochun swallowed, racking his brain for any kind of exit strategy. Sure, Junsu had Yoochun whipped for as long as he could remember (He had just spent his entire birthday satisfying Junsu's odd impulses) but there had to be a limit. Right? "I sure hope it's worth it because this is the last night you'll ever spend with me. But before my mom kills me, I just want you to know that I love you and I'd like purple irises at my funeral."
Junsu giggled as he opened the backseat door. "Oh, you're gonna die, alright." He turned to Yoochun, pulling him closer by his shirt. "Of pleasure."
With that, he pulled Yoochun inside the car and threw himself against the seats, legs trapping Yoochun over him. As usual, Yoochun's mind when a little muddy as they made out.
Hands tangled in hair, tongues sliding fluidly against each other, he almost didn't notice when Junsu began tugging Yoochun's shirt up his back.
Yoochun pulled back, a little breathless. "Wha...what are you doing?"
Junsu smiled devilishly. "Well, you already bought me a classy dinner. So, naturally, we're going to have sex in your car."
He laughed lightly into Yoochun's neck as he tried to remove his shirt again. But Yoochun resisted. "Are you insane?"
Junsu grinned madly and Yoochun realized he'd just asked a futile question.
Yoochun shook his head. "My mom uses this car sometimes. What if we leave stains I can't get out?"
"Use bleach?" Junsu leaned in for another kiss but again Yoochun pulled back.
"Why the hell would I want to lose my virginity in the back of a car?" Yoochun sputtered incredulously.
Junsu shrugged. "I lost my virginity in the back of a car."
The car fell silent. Junsu pulled Yoochun back down and kissed him gently. As his legs tightened around Yoochun's waist, Yoochun pulled back and sat up.
Junsu looked at him, a bit puzzled, hesitant, with his legs in the other's lap.
As he idly rubbed Junsu's leg, Yoochun admired Junsu's face, his soft features, those deceptively innocent eyes, those pink lips that said the stupidest things sometimes. And Yoochun knew from the bottom of his heart that Junsu deserved so much better.
Junsu didn't question or complain when Yoochun led him back to the hotel. But of course, not before making out a little more in the back of the car. Because god, Junsu's body just felt so damn good, so damn right against his.
Their room was on the 26th floor. So, Junsu figured that was plenty of time to get Yoochun off in the elevator.
Of course, it was the owner of the hotel who happened to be standing there when the doors opened, receiving an eyeful of Yoochun with his dick out and Junsu having a little too much fun. They were promptly kicked out of the hotel.
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The drive to Yoochun's aunt's beach house was quiet as they rode toward the setting sun. Yoochun leaned on the gas. Time was against them and now they meant business.
The second Yoochun unlocked the door to the beach house, the distance from the door to the bed was a blur. Junsu had pounced on him, practically mauling his lips as they stumbled through the door, their bags falling to the floor forgotten.
They bumped into a lot of walls and found a lot of closets before finally discovering the bedroom. They collapsed on the bed in a grunting, whimpering frenzy.
This mattress wasn't quite like the baby dreams and teddy bear wishes they'd recently become accustomed to but neither were quite in the frame of mind to care at the moment.
Junsu seemed quite pleased with Yoochun's sudden flare of aggression as he rolled them both over and pinned Junsu's arms down above his head.
"I see you've finally loosened up."
"Shut up." Yoochun grunted with a smirk.
Swallowing many a delicious moan from Junsu's mouth, Yoochun could barely catch his breath long enough to piece together what was happening. Shirts fluttered to the floor. Three socks hit the wall. But Junsu's left one was stubborn and they were impatient so they just left it there.
By the time Junsu had wrestled Yoochun's jeans off, Yoochun was practically high, heart thudding in his throat as he unbuttoned Junsu's.
"God, the things I'm gonna do to you." He mumbled into Junsu's mouth.
"Hurry up and do it." Junsu hissed back.
After a couple more minutes of swallowing each other's tongues and several more yanks on Junsu's immobile pants, it didn't take much longer before they realized they had a problem.
"Shit." Junsu swatted Yoochun's hand away from his stubborn zipper and gave it a few rough tugs himself. But the zipper refused to budge.
With a growl, Yoochun grabbed the ends of Junsu's pants and yanked, only succeeding in dragging the other halfway across the bed. The fact that those pants were still covering that ass offended Yoochun so much more than that time Yoohwan had commented he looked like a drunk hobo with his hair long. Jaejoong seemed to like it okay...
When Junsu squealed and thrashed against the bed in a childish rage, Yoochun knew there was only one option. He disappeared for a bit and returned with a pair of scissors in hand.
Needless to say, having his favorite jeans sliced up along with part of his boxers and nearly losing a bit of his manhood put Junsu in a less than frisky mood.
With both in nothing but their boxers, Junsu's a little breezier than they should be, the two sat side by side at the edge of the bed. They stared at the wall in silence.
It was official. God was forbidding them to have sex. Ever.
Junsu glanced out the window. He let out a sigh.
Yoochun was still coming to terms with the fact that he was doomed to stay a virgin forever when Junsu suddenly stood up. He left the room without a word. Puzzled, Yoochun followed him.
Junsu burst through the back door, his footsteps quickening as he stepped in sand. Soon enough, he'd broken out into a full sprint, barreling toward the sea with Yoochun wheezing behind him. With a gleeful squeal, Junsu crashed into the waves and disappeared beneath the foam.
Yoochun stopped at the shore's edge, water lapping at his ankles as he squinted and struggled to catch his breath. "Junsu?"
A flurry of mostly deranged laughter and sunlight as usual, Junsu popped out of the waves and splashed Yoochun within an inch of his life.
The sun burned its goodbyes into the sky, all flaming orange and blushing pinks and purples. They wasted time playing on the beach like it was their last chance at life. And with college and the real world looming on the horizon, perhaps it was.
And dammit if this one disaster of a day hadn't made this the best summer ever.
The sun was already kissing the sea by the time they'd collapsed in the sand, panting while the tide tickled their feet.
Yoochun struggled to catch his breath. "Junsu?"
It seemed nothing could make Junsu breathless. "Hmm?"
"Thanks."
Junsu laughed lightly. "I expected something more poetic from you."
He snorted. "Like what?"
"Mm, like, 'Junsu, your smile is like the sound the sky makes as it pours stars and clouds and shit in my soul.' Or 'your eyes shine like amber mermaid scales in a torrid sea.' "
"You and mermaids did cross my mind earlier today." Yoochun mused, then looked at him. "Do you even know what 'torrid' means?"
Yoochun didn't hear his answer. It was probably something teasing enough to make Yoochun want to duck his head underwater. But stupid enough to make him pull him back up and kiss him.
Junsu's skin was sun-kissed. Dusted with sand and sea salt and glistening with beads of ocean water all over. He shined when he opened his mouth, tipped his head back and laughed.
Yoochun wasn't thinking at all when he leaned over and kissed him.
When they broke away, Junsu smiled, cupping his cheeks to bring him in for another kiss. It was slow and lazy, with the rushing, swelling tide as their soundtrack and licking at their toes.
One of them caught the giggles. And between the two of them, naturally it was contagious.
They pressed pointless laughter into one another's lips in between kisses til Yoochun nibbled at the other's bottom lip, earning a high-pitched squeal he drowned in Yoochun's mouth as he swung himself over til he was seated in Yoochun's lap.
When Junsu pulled back, his hair was dripping over Yoochun's cheeks, smiling like the sun itself with burnt orange and purple-pink tinted clouds framing his glowing face.
They fit together perfectly as he dove in for another kiss both were determined to drag out into forever.
Yoochun's back hit the sand and all he heard was eu kyang kyang before Junsu's lips were over his again, tongue swiping between the seam of his mouth.
Forever giggling, they rolled around for a bit, play-fighting for dominance. Yoochun won or at least, Junsu let him.
A particularly strong tide surged toward the shore, softening the sand beneath their bodies before retreating to the sea.
One look at Junsu, wet and breathless just for Yoochun, and a knot formed in Yoochun's throat. As if thinking the exact same thing, both lost their soaking wet boxers as quickly as possible in case something else went horribly, horribly wrong.
As the tide met Junsu's back once again, he arched up, brushing his stiffened member against Yoochun's.
With a hiss, Yoochun kissed him hard, arms pulling the other impossibly closer because god, this feeling was indescribable, irresistible.
It was Yoochun who panicked that they'd left the lube back at the cabin. Junsu reassured him it would be okay with a little spit, sea water and precum he'd coaxed out of Yoochun with a handjob that nearly made him melt into pieces.
Entering was tough. And the roar of the waves and cry of the seagulls as the skies turned deep purple-grey was distracting and incredibly hot at the same time. Another wave surged up to Junsu's shoulders as Yoochun winced through the rough, under-prepared stretch of Junsu wrapped around him.
A look of twisted pain flashed across his face for a split second as Yoochun sunk deeper into his tight heat. Yoochun stilled immediately. But Junsu shook his head.
His voice was a little huskier than usual as he grabbed at Yoochun's hips, encouraging him to go deeper. "It's alright. I can handle it. Please..."
Yoochun was adamant. He refused to go any further til Junsu's breath stopped hitching.
It took a long time, impossibly long, til Yoochun was fully buried inside the man beneath him. But he was gentle. Soothing Junsu's whimpers away with soft caresses and sweet kisses all over.
His heart leapt into his throat when he heard a choked sob muffled into his neck.
"Are you okay?" Yoochun asked in a rush, panicked. "I'll pull out if you-"
Junsu shook his head, breathing shakily into his hand. It was almost scary seeing Junsu in anything but a smile. But here he was, meek and vulnerable in Yoochun's arms.
Yoochun palmed his face, leaning in closer til their foreheads touched. "What's wrong?"
Junsu's face was flushed pink with tears just barely brimming his eyes. And so uncharacteristically timid, so softly Yoochun almost didn't hear him, he whispered, "I love you."
With a faint smile, Yoochun pressed his lips into Junsu's, nudging him open. And when he kissed him and touched him and murmured things into his hair he barely understood himself, he singed Junsu to the core. Tenderly, lovingly scarred for the first time in a place only Yoochun could touch.
Yoochun took his time. He'd never been more patient as he was now with Junsu's heart trembling at his fingertips. It wasn't until Junsu's whimpers turned to moans that Yoochun caught one look at that face and lost his mind a little.
Pupils blown wide, mouth hanging open, Junsu rolled his hips against Yoochun's, desperate for more. Yoochun dug his toes into the sand as he thrust into Junsu, lost in a haze of hot skin and the taste of Junsu's mouth.
The tide broke against them again, warm foam wrapping around them and gently receding as Junsu's moans grew louder. Junsu begged into Yoochun's mouth and he complied, sinking in deeper and harder with each thrust, chasing down a billowing bundle of electricity tickling just under his skin.
When Yoochun came, it surprised him, ripping out of him, powerful and dizzying before he could brace himself. And with a few faint thrusts and some divinely timed strokes, Junsu splattered between them, quivering off his climax til both lay in a panting heap in wet sand.
Fingers brushed wet strands of hair from Yoochun's face and he looked up.
That smile was back. "Chunnie, I-"
Seagulls squawked madly, scattering into the air unceremoniously and thunder cracked mercilessly. The rain gushed down soon after as a bold flash of lightning speared across the dark, blackened sky.
Yoochun and Junsu took one look at each other. Somehow, they managed to burst out laughing.
Yoochun slipped out of Junsu and scrambled to his feet, helping the other up. "Your ass is cursed."
Junsu punched him playfully as he blinked away the torrents of rain flowing into his eyes. "I blame your forehead!"
"Unfortunate shit doesn't happen to me every time a virgin tries to get a piece of my forehead's goodies-"
Junsu looked around with wide eyes. "Where are our boxers?"
They stared out into the choppy, gray, unforgiving sea which had apparently long since swallowed their clothes up and dissolved into ridiculous bouts of laughter again despite the deep rumble of thunder that descended upon them.
And they ran back to the cabin in hysterics, butt naked, hand in hand.
Yep. Best summer ever.
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Yes, I know I said I wouldn't wait til June to actually post this chapter....but it seriously took me from December til now to write this. x'D Sorry, guys! My muse is agonizingly slow. T.T Oh well. Happy birthday, Chunnie! :'D
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