Big hands and new scissors [part 7]
Title: Big hands and new scissors [part 7]
Characters/pairing: Junsu/Chansung, Junsu/Nichkhun
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2500
Author's note: sorry for the late update, I was on a road trip to Switzerland :'D hope you love this one, hehe.
Soft snoring, one arm glued to his waist and a peaceful face resting on his bare chest. Junsu was looking at Nichkhun, his mind too busy to rest. Lights from outside were casting dark shadows on Khun’s satisfied face. Junsu couldn’t say no, when Khun pulled him in the shower cabin, cuddling to the older like he always would when he was drunk. He also couldn’t refuse making love to his lover as well - Junsu wanted him, but not as much as Khun, who enjoyed every little touch and wet kisses.
Khun was quite the opposite when he was sober and his self-control was slightly annoying. That reserved personality, that mask Khun would put on in front of the other people - Junsu was slowly losing his patience. It was getting more difficult to justify Khun, to see him just a few times in a month. Junsu felt Khun’s fingers twitch for a brief moment, as if he could listen to his thoughts, but it wasn’t the case. Junsu was relieved his mind was untouchable.
Junsu exhaled slowly, still looking at the sleeping face, his eyes travelling down Khun’s pale neck. He frowned - Khun wouldn’t let him make love marks. It was another recent result of his paranoia of being found out by society, which also was as much as hypocrite as Khun himself.
The only times Junsu could hear a love confession was also when Khun wasn’t in his brightest mind. Alcohol was a catalyst in an explosion of Khun’s emotions. But it didn’t happen very often. Junsu didn’t know if it was just random blabbering of a drunken man or honest words, extracted with the help of alcohol. Nevertheless, Junsu didn’t have the heart to leave him; not after these years of being together, not after the altruistic help he got from Khun to fulfil Junsu’s dream. Junsu felt so indebted that he didn’t know where it was love and where it was gratitude. That thin line was damaged and Junsu felt trapped in between.
Nichkhun loved him.
Junsu loved him too.
But was it enough to endure everything? To be tolerant towards every ridiculous decision Khun makes without asking for Junsu’s approval? Almost every decision was too one-sided and Junsu found himself staring at that peaceful face, thinking about someone else.
That person whose naive bravery had a charm, that person whose strong will was fascinating, that person whose elegance and naivety had a beautiful balance and, moreover, that person, whose lips tasted like honesty and something Junsu couldn’t describe properly. He smiled at himself, for having these silly thoughts. But were they really silly?
For the first time in a few years Junsu could swear something was waking him up, supplying him the necessary energy he had lost for the sake of maintaining Khun’s clean image. That boy was making him act like an unfaithful boyfriend and forget about Khun the moment Chansung kissed him back, touched Junsu’s skin and showed him the impatient yet powerful passion, transferring it through a single look, their skin contact.
Nichkhun rustled, hugging Junsu tighter as if trapping him in his embrace, asking to refuse those thoughts he just had.
“What happened to us, Khun...” Junsu whispered, brushing his fingers against Khun’s hair lightly.
Something in his chest felt displaced.
Fei wasn’t at the salon yet, there were still a few minutes left till the opening and Chansung finished doing a new haircut for his special early client. He guided her towards the front door, unlocking it and noticing Junsu with a middle aged man coming closer to the building. Chansung gulped, remembering the closet kiss he shared with his boss yesterday. Then, he felt embarrassed, reminiscing of the last words he spoke before Junsu had left him.
Because I don’t want him near you.
He cussed mentally - this possessiveness appeared too early, slipping off his tongue cunningly. Chansung had to apologise. His boss or not, Chansung wasn’t raised to talk trash about someone else’s lover in that way. He felt very immature for letting his emotions take the action. It could even cost him a job here, not to mention the cost might be Junsu himself. Not that Chansung had great chances with Junsu because of Khun, but Junsu wasn’t exactly pushing him away either.
“Morning, Chansung. I brought the locksmith. We might need to change the lock, right?” Junsu’s usual smile made Chansung relax a bit. He didn’t look mad.
“Most likely, yes.” The old man answered, bowing to Chansung slightly, the younger one doing the same.
“Sorry. It’s my fault.” Chansung smiled shyly.
“No problem, young man. My job is to fix everything.” The old man shook his tool box, patting Chansung on the shoulder.
“Well then, I’ll show you the way.” Junsu touched the locksmith’s back, guiding him.
It took about half an hour to fix the broken lock and change it into a new one. That man sure knew how to do his job quick and well. By the time he left, the salon was a chattering mess, hairdressers talking about Chansung’s misfortune. And of course, Kwon was the gang leader, imitating Chansung’s call and a possible scenario how he broke the key. Chansung wasn’t really bothered by the high school level act. He thought it was Kwon’s strange way to make Chansung feel like a true homeboy of this salon.
But no one knew how that evening ended for him and Junsu. It wouldn’t be possible to readapt the loud, passion filled gasps.
Chansung went downstairs, seeing Fei leaving Junsu’s office with a huge notebook in her hands. “Is he inside?”
“Yeah, actually, he asked me to tell you he wants to see you. Great timing.” She smiled, patting Chansung’s arm.
“Thanks.”
He knocked on the wooden door before entering, trying to stay as calm as possible. He was almost glued to the door as he entered the spacey room, Junsu sitting on the edge of his desk, holding some papers in his hands. His face was serene. “Sit down.” Junsu nodded towards the small sofa meant only for two people.
“Is something wrong?” Chansung inquired, Junsu sitting beside him and their knees almost touching when they turned to face each other.
“On the contrary.” Junsu handed the documents to Chansung. “We got this from Taecyeon’s agency a few days ago and it’s been confirmed they’re hiring our salon for a few days to make a fresh look for their models for a new advertisement campaign.”
Chansung thought he was seeing things looking at the paper. “All of us are going to Japan?..” He looked up and was greeted by Junsu’s soft smile and all knowing face.
“Yes. You just need to sign this, formal papers, nothing more.”
“What’s the concept?”
“Water ant mountains. Since this is a commercial secret, we haven’t been informed about the exact concept yet. I was told we should use loads of accessories and make them look like water sprites or something like that. Green and blue, that’s what I’m thinking about. Maybe some silver colour too. Anyway, it’s a very huge deal for us .”
“No wonder, our salon won’t be working for a few days, clients will have to wait...” Chansung sighed, but he was actually very excited. He took a pen from his pocket and signed the documents, placing them behind his back on a small journal table. “Junsu... I want to apologise for yesterday. I sort of insulted Nichkhun... Altogether with you.” Chansung was trying to find any sign of anger in Junsu’s face, but all he could find was temporary affliction.
“So polite. Apology’s accepted.” His smile was almost invisible, but it looked like it wasn’t the only thing Chansung had to tell him, his body staying still. Junsu raised one eyebrow. “Do you have something else to say?”
Chansung glanced at Junsu’s V neck black shirt. It was obvious he wasn’t sure if it was a decent idea, but once again he wasn’t contemplating a lot about the possible consequences. “Can I kiss you?”
This time both Junsu’s eyebrows were raised. Then his face relaxed as a pair of big eyes was staring at him. Chansung’s courage was wavering, but it was all he could rely on right now.
Suddenly, Junsu leaned very close, his lips forming silent words above Chansung’s ear. “You know I have a boyfriend.” Chansung felt Junsu’s hand pressing against his right thigh and his lips giving a slow peck under his ear, that private place between Chansung’s jaw joint and his ear. Somehow, Junsu managed to find one of the most sensitive parts in the younger male’s body. “You act like I belong to you.” He continued, his lips pecking on Chansung’s cheek this time, the other hand cupping his neck. “I could say you forced and provoked me yesterday.” Junsu’s next kiss landed on the corner of Chansung’s mouth, skilfully avoiding the pink flesh that was craving for Junsu’s lips. “And you ask me for permission right now?”
“I do.” In case his voice would crack, Chansung chose a breathy whisper.
“Why? We’re alone, you could just force yourself on me.”
“I respect you, a lot.” Chansung pressed his nose to Junsu’s neck and inhaled the fresh scent. His cologne was addicting.
“And that’s it? Because you respect me a lot?” He was testing Chansung’s so called respect. Junsu chuckled, pulling away a bit and stared right into Chansung’s eyes. Just like the last time in the closet before he and the younger male kissed. Junsu knew he shouldn’t be teasing Chansung, he knew it wasn’t a fair thing to do, but it was happening again. Each time Chansung would look at him with eyes, full of hope and passion, Junsu would lose himself for a bit.
“Just...” Unexpectedly, Chansung’s hands touched Junsu’s butt and pulled his body closer, making the latter sit on his lap and circle his legs around the taller male’s lean waist.
Junsu looked confused, still feeling Chansung’s hands on his rear. Unavoidably, his curiosity was too daring and Chansung looked very serious about whatever was happening right now. Junsu’s fingers gripped on Chansung’s knees behind his back as the younger male touched Junsu’s face, bringing it closer to his and placing a soft kiss.
Junsu kissed back, the kiss from a slow and careful one changing into a rough and lustful. Chansung’s hands moved to Junsu’s back, slipping under his shirt and caressing the smooth skin. Junsu wasn’t thinking about Khun or the fact he was actually cheating on a free will this time; he wasn’t thinking about anything, his mind was too clouded. He hugged Chansung’s neck, feeling Chansung’s lips moving down his jaw, neck and finally to his exposed collarbone. Only when Junsu’s lips were free he realised that he’s enjoying this too much, the guilt slowly appearing in his consciousness.
Chansung kissed his lips again, making Junsu forget about his consciousness, but when the younger male’s fingers undid Junsu’s belt and zipper he couldn’t ignore it. This was going too far, he thought. “Chansung, what do you think you’re doing...” Junsu gasped, feeling that big hand stroking him through his purple underwear. He tried to swat the hand away, but Junsu felt too weak under Chansung’s touch and failed to use more strength into his action.
“I’ll be quick, I promise I won’t do anything more than this. Just let me...” Chansung released the hard erection and stroked it gently, Junsu’s upper body pulling away as his hands were pressed against Chansung’s knees, trying to keep his balance.
“We should stop, we should...” Junsu gasped and closed his eyes, his back falling onto the sofa as Chansung’s mouth engulfed his painful erection completely.
Maybe it was because Junsu rarely was the one, who received the complete pleasure, but Chansung’s warm mouth was something different and drove him crazy. The wetness surrounding his cock and Chansung’s head bobbing up and down as he sucked on Junsu’s hard shaft made his back arch, revealing a bit of his stomach in front of Chansung’s eyes. He could see Junsu’s closed eyes and a hand being bitten by Junsu’s teeth.
The older male couldn’t control his hips from thrusting into the wetness of Chansung’s mouth, but the latter didn’t seem to mind it as his mouth was being fucked. He touched Junsu’s hips, restraining the thrusting a bit; Junsu was close.
Chansung sucked roughly for the last time, feeling Junsu’s semen being released and hearing a muffled moan beneath Junsu’s palm. He swallowed everything, licking off everything cleanly and pulling back Junsu’s underwear on his hips. Chansung zipped up Junsu’s jeans, took his belt and took care of it too.
He hovered above Junsu as the older male’s breath was becoming more stable. Junsu opened his eyes and licked his lips. He had an unreadable expression. “What have we done...” He whispered. “What have I done?” Junsu closed his eyes again, the guilt creeping all over his body. The body, that had just experienced something he’d like to repeat again and again. In fact, Junsu was craving for more, but the confusion and guilt was overwhelming.
“Please, don’t blame yourself.” Chansung whispered, kissing Junsu’s cheek as an apology. “If you want to blame someone, blame me. I can’t stay away from you, I’m sorry.”
Junsu opened his eyes, staring at Chansung’s eyes above his.“There’s no one to blame. Or maybe all three of us. Khun, for his stupid paranoia; you, for seducing me; me, for giving in and enjoying being with you.”
Chansung gulped. Junsu enjoys being with him. “Whatever bothers you, I can assure you of one thing - I’m serious.”
Junsu cupped Chansung’s face and kissed him for the last time. “I know.” He pushed Chansung away and stood up, looking somewhere through the window. “And it’s not making it any easier.” Junsu glanced at Chansung and exhaled. “Give me some time to figure everything out. This kind of intimacy shouldn’t happen again.”
Chansung got on his feet, looking at Junsu’s back and wished he could hug him, but Junsu’s request had to be respected. He knew it meant no more kisses, hugs and everything that might lead to sex. “I will wait.” He whispered and left the room.
He paced to the bathroom, glad no one was in the first floor, because his own erection was painfully brushing against his trousers. Chansung locked the bathroom and touched himself, fresh images of Junsu’s face twisted in pleasure flowing through his mind as his hand stroked himself up and down quickly. He was imaging it was Junsu’s slender fingers, though it wasn’t easy because Chansung’s hands were bigger and not as thin as Junsu’s. Chansung came fast, grabbing a tissue and cleaning everything in a few seconds.
He was looking at the mirror when the feeling of heaviness consumed his chest.
What was Junsu going to think about? What would the outcome be? Chansung shook his head, closing the tired eyes. He was afraid.
Characters/pairing: Junsu/Chansung, Junsu/Nichkhun
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2500
Author's note: sorry for the late update, I was on a road trip to Switzerland :'D hope you love this one, hehe.
Soft snoring, one arm glued to his waist and a peaceful face resting on his bare chest. Junsu was looking at Nichkhun, his mind too busy to rest. Lights from outside were casting dark shadows on Khun’s satisfied face. Junsu couldn’t say no, when Khun pulled him in the shower cabin, cuddling to the older like he always would when he was drunk. He also couldn’t refuse making love to his lover as well - Junsu wanted him, but not as much as Khun, who enjoyed every little touch and wet kisses.
Khun was quite the opposite when he was sober and his self-control was slightly annoying. That reserved personality, that mask Khun would put on in front of the other people - Junsu was slowly losing his patience. It was getting more difficult to justify Khun, to see him just a few times in a month. Junsu felt Khun’s fingers twitch for a brief moment, as if he could listen to his thoughts, but it wasn’t the case. Junsu was relieved his mind was untouchable.
Junsu exhaled slowly, still looking at the sleeping face, his eyes travelling down Khun’s pale neck. He frowned - Khun wouldn’t let him make love marks. It was another recent result of his paranoia of being found out by society, which also was as much as hypocrite as Khun himself.
The only times Junsu could hear a love confession was also when Khun wasn’t in his brightest mind. Alcohol was a catalyst in an explosion of Khun’s emotions. But it didn’t happen very often. Junsu didn’t know if it was just random blabbering of a drunken man or honest words, extracted with the help of alcohol. Nevertheless, Junsu didn’t have the heart to leave him; not after these years of being together, not after the altruistic help he got from Khun to fulfil Junsu’s dream. Junsu felt so indebted that he didn’t know where it was love and where it was gratitude. That thin line was damaged and Junsu felt trapped in between.
Nichkhun loved him.
Junsu loved him too.
But was it enough to endure everything? To be tolerant towards every ridiculous decision Khun makes without asking for Junsu’s approval? Almost every decision was too one-sided and Junsu found himself staring at that peaceful face, thinking about someone else.
That person whose naive bravery had a charm, that person whose strong will was fascinating, that person whose elegance and naivety had a beautiful balance and, moreover, that person, whose lips tasted like honesty and something Junsu couldn’t describe properly. He smiled at himself, for having these silly thoughts. But were they really silly?
For the first time in a few years Junsu could swear something was waking him up, supplying him the necessary energy he had lost for the sake of maintaining Khun’s clean image. That boy was making him act like an unfaithful boyfriend and forget about Khun the moment Chansung kissed him back, touched Junsu’s skin and showed him the impatient yet powerful passion, transferring it through a single look, their skin contact.
Nichkhun rustled, hugging Junsu tighter as if trapping him in his embrace, asking to refuse those thoughts he just had.
“What happened to us, Khun...” Junsu whispered, brushing his fingers against Khun’s hair lightly.
Something in his chest felt displaced.
Fei wasn’t at the salon yet, there were still a few minutes left till the opening and Chansung finished doing a new haircut for his special early client. He guided her towards the front door, unlocking it and noticing Junsu with a middle aged man coming closer to the building. Chansung gulped, remembering the closet kiss he shared with his boss yesterday. Then, he felt embarrassed, reminiscing of the last words he spoke before Junsu had left him.
Because I don’t want him near you.
He cussed mentally - this possessiveness appeared too early, slipping off his tongue cunningly. Chansung had to apologise. His boss or not, Chansung wasn’t raised to talk trash about someone else’s lover in that way. He felt very immature for letting his emotions take the action. It could even cost him a job here, not to mention the cost might be Junsu himself. Not that Chansung had great chances with Junsu because of Khun, but Junsu wasn’t exactly pushing him away either.
“Morning, Chansung. I brought the locksmith. We might need to change the lock, right?” Junsu’s usual smile made Chansung relax a bit. He didn’t look mad.
“Most likely, yes.” The old man answered, bowing to Chansung slightly, the younger one doing the same.
“Sorry. It’s my fault.” Chansung smiled shyly.
“No problem, young man. My job is to fix everything.” The old man shook his tool box, patting Chansung on the shoulder.
“Well then, I’ll show you the way.” Junsu touched the locksmith’s back, guiding him.
It took about half an hour to fix the broken lock and change it into a new one. That man sure knew how to do his job quick and well. By the time he left, the salon was a chattering mess, hairdressers talking about Chansung’s misfortune. And of course, Kwon was the gang leader, imitating Chansung’s call and a possible scenario how he broke the key. Chansung wasn’t really bothered by the high school level act. He thought it was Kwon’s strange way to make Chansung feel like a true homeboy of this salon.
But no one knew how that evening ended for him and Junsu. It wouldn’t be possible to readapt the loud, passion filled gasps.
Chansung went downstairs, seeing Fei leaving Junsu’s office with a huge notebook in her hands. “Is he inside?”
“Yeah, actually, he asked me to tell you he wants to see you. Great timing.” She smiled, patting Chansung’s arm.
“Thanks.”
He knocked on the wooden door before entering, trying to stay as calm as possible. He was almost glued to the door as he entered the spacey room, Junsu sitting on the edge of his desk, holding some papers in his hands. His face was serene. “Sit down.” Junsu nodded towards the small sofa meant only for two people.
“Is something wrong?” Chansung inquired, Junsu sitting beside him and their knees almost touching when they turned to face each other.
“On the contrary.” Junsu handed the documents to Chansung. “We got this from Taecyeon’s agency a few days ago and it’s been confirmed they’re hiring our salon for a few days to make a fresh look for their models for a new advertisement campaign.”
Chansung thought he was seeing things looking at the paper. “All of us are going to Japan?..” He looked up and was greeted by Junsu’s soft smile and all knowing face.
“Yes. You just need to sign this, formal papers, nothing more.”
“What’s the concept?”
“Water ant mountains. Since this is a commercial secret, we haven’t been informed about the exact concept yet. I was told we should use loads of accessories and make them look like water sprites or something like that. Green and blue, that’s what I’m thinking about. Maybe some silver colour too. Anyway, it’s a very huge deal for us .”
“No wonder, our salon won’t be working for a few days, clients will have to wait...” Chansung sighed, but he was actually very excited. He took a pen from his pocket and signed the documents, placing them behind his back on a small journal table. “Junsu... I want to apologise for yesterday. I sort of insulted Nichkhun... Altogether with you.” Chansung was trying to find any sign of anger in Junsu’s face, but all he could find was temporary affliction.
“So polite. Apology’s accepted.” His smile was almost invisible, but it looked like it wasn’t the only thing Chansung had to tell him, his body staying still. Junsu raised one eyebrow. “Do you have something else to say?”
Chansung glanced at Junsu’s V neck black shirt. It was obvious he wasn’t sure if it was a decent idea, but once again he wasn’t contemplating a lot about the possible consequences. “Can I kiss you?”
This time both Junsu’s eyebrows were raised. Then his face relaxed as a pair of big eyes was staring at him. Chansung’s courage was wavering, but it was all he could rely on right now.
Suddenly, Junsu leaned very close, his lips forming silent words above Chansung’s ear. “You know I have a boyfriend.” Chansung felt Junsu’s hand pressing against his right thigh and his lips giving a slow peck under his ear, that private place between Chansung’s jaw joint and his ear. Somehow, Junsu managed to find one of the most sensitive parts in the younger male’s body. “You act like I belong to you.” He continued, his lips pecking on Chansung’s cheek this time, the other hand cupping his neck. “I could say you forced and provoked me yesterday.” Junsu’s next kiss landed on the corner of Chansung’s mouth, skilfully avoiding the pink flesh that was craving for Junsu’s lips. “And you ask me for permission right now?”
“I do.” In case his voice would crack, Chansung chose a breathy whisper.
“Why? We’re alone, you could just force yourself on me.”
“I respect you, a lot.” Chansung pressed his nose to Junsu’s neck and inhaled the fresh scent. His cologne was addicting.
“And that’s it? Because you respect me a lot?” He was testing Chansung’s so called respect. Junsu chuckled, pulling away a bit and stared right into Chansung’s eyes. Just like the last time in the closet before he and the younger male kissed. Junsu knew he shouldn’t be teasing Chansung, he knew it wasn’t a fair thing to do, but it was happening again. Each time Chansung would look at him with eyes, full of hope and passion, Junsu would lose himself for a bit.
“Just...” Unexpectedly, Chansung’s hands touched Junsu’s butt and pulled his body closer, making the latter sit on his lap and circle his legs around the taller male’s lean waist.
Junsu looked confused, still feeling Chansung’s hands on his rear. Unavoidably, his curiosity was too daring and Chansung looked very serious about whatever was happening right now. Junsu’s fingers gripped on Chansung’s knees behind his back as the younger male touched Junsu’s face, bringing it closer to his and placing a soft kiss.
Junsu kissed back, the kiss from a slow and careful one changing into a rough and lustful. Chansung’s hands moved to Junsu’s back, slipping under his shirt and caressing the smooth skin. Junsu wasn’t thinking about Khun or the fact he was actually cheating on a free will this time; he wasn’t thinking about anything, his mind was too clouded. He hugged Chansung’s neck, feeling Chansung’s lips moving down his jaw, neck and finally to his exposed collarbone. Only when Junsu’s lips were free he realised that he’s enjoying this too much, the guilt slowly appearing in his consciousness.
Chansung kissed his lips again, making Junsu forget about his consciousness, but when the younger male’s fingers undid Junsu’s belt and zipper he couldn’t ignore it. This was going too far, he thought. “Chansung, what do you think you’re doing...” Junsu gasped, feeling that big hand stroking him through his purple underwear. He tried to swat the hand away, but Junsu felt too weak under Chansung’s touch and failed to use more strength into his action.
“I’ll be quick, I promise I won’t do anything more than this. Just let me...” Chansung released the hard erection and stroked it gently, Junsu’s upper body pulling away as his hands were pressed against Chansung’s knees, trying to keep his balance.
“We should stop, we should...” Junsu gasped and closed his eyes, his back falling onto the sofa as Chansung’s mouth engulfed his painful erection completely.
Maybe it was because Junsu rarely was the one, who received the complete pleasure, but Chansung’s warm mouth was something different and drove him crazy. The wetness surrounding his cock and Chansung’s head bobbing up and down as he sucked on Junsu’s hard shaft made his back arch, revealing a bit of his stomach in front of Chansung’s eyes. He could see Junsu’s closed eyes and a hand being bitten by Junsu’s teeth.
The older male couldn’t control his hips from thrusting into the wetness of Chansung’s mouth, but the latter didn’t seem to mind it as his mouth was being fucked. He touched Junsu’s hips, restraining the thrusting a bit; Junsu was close.
Chansung sucked roughly for the last time, feeling Junsu’s semen being released and hearing a muffled moan beneath Junsu’s palm. He swallowed everything, licking off everything cleanly and pulling back Junsu’s underwear on his hips. Chansung zipped up Junsu’s jeans, took his belt and took care of it too.
He hovered above Junsu as the older male’s breath was becoming more stable. Junsu opened his eyes and licked his lips. He had an unreadable expression. “What have we done...” He whispered. “What have I done?” Junsu closed his eyes again, the guilt creeping all over his body. The body, that had just experienced something he’d like to repeat again and again. In fact, Junsu was craving for more, but the confusion and guilt was overwhelming.
“Please, don’t blame yourself.” Chansung whispered, kissing Junsu’s cheek as an apology. “If you want to blame someone, blame me. I can’t stay away from you, I’m sorry.”
Junsu opened his eyes, staring at Chansung’s eyes above his.“There’s no one to blame. Or maybe all three of us. Khun, for his stupid paranoia; you, for seducing me; me, for giving in and enjoying being with you.”
Chansung gulped. Junsu enjoys being with him. “Whatever bothers you, I can assure you of one thing - I’m serious.”
Junsu cupped Chansung’s face and kissed him for the last time. “I know.” He pushed Chansung away and stood up, looking somewhere through the window. “And it’s not making it any easier.” Junsu glanced at Chansung and exhaled. “Give me some time to figure everything out. This kind of intimacy shouldn’t happen again.”
Chansung got on his feet, looking at Junsu’s back and wished he could hug him, but Junsu’s request had to be respected. He knew it meant no more kisses, hugs and everything that might lead to sex. “I will wait.” He whispered and left the room.
He paced to the bathroom, glad no one was in the first floor, because his own erection was painfully brushing against his trousers. Chansung locked the bathroom and touched himself, fresh images of Junsu’s face twisted in pleasure flowing through his mind as his hand stroked himself up and down quickly. He was imaging it was Junsu’s slender fingers, though it wasn’t easy because Chansung’s hands were bigger and not as thin as Junsu’s. Chansung came fast, grabbing a tissue and cleaning everything in a few seconds.
He was looking at the mirror when the feeling of heaviness consumed his chest.
What was Junsu going to think about? What would the outcome be? Chansung shook his head, closing the tired eyes. He was afraid.