More than Besties 12
Title: More Than Besties
Author: Suju_Shinki
Length: 12/?
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae, others
Genre: Fluff, Crack, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The boys are starting college. And guess what? There's friendship, jealousy, sex, some weed, alcohol and love there too.
AN: Sequel to “Besties"
Chapter 12: IKEA
Yoochun had been to Ikea so many times in the last two weeks, he knew exactly where everything was and the shortest ways to get there.
On a Sunday afternoon Yoochun managed to trick Junsu into going with him again.
“Yoochun, I’m hungry. And I’m tired. And I have a headache. Can we go now? Yoochuuuuun~”
And he regretted every bit of it.
“Junsu shut up, before I drop you off at Small Land,” Yoochun snapped, before turning back to the the large rack all the curtains were hung on. “Or at least help me pick curtains.”
“But I don’t wanna~” Junsu whined. “When you said we were going to do something fun I thought we were going to do it. It’s been so long since we did it. You promised you’d show me that G-spot thing and that was almost two months ago!”
“Okay!”
“Really?!”
“I pick these!” Yoochun grinned and held up the sand coloured curtains. “Do you like them? They’ll look good with the rug I bought.” Yoochun went to give up the measurements to a lady sitting at a desk and came back a few minutes later. Junsu had sat down on a bed, grumpy and bored out of his mind.
“Stand up.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Come on. I want to show you something.”
Junsu stood up reluctantly and followed Yoochun to where ever he was taking him. “I don’t want to see more furniture! Where are you-Hey, can we even come in here?”
“Yeah, it’s the self serve warehouse. Come here…”
Yoochun pulled him into one of the large aisles, all the way to the back and pushed him up against one of the racks. “It really has been a long time,” he smirked.
Junsu swallowed. He hadn’t expected Yoochun to actually want to have sex in Ikea. Oh, well. He bent forward and covered his lips with his own. Yoochun opened his mouth and Junsu tongued every corner of it. He had almost forgotten how nauseatingly perfect Yoochun tasted against his lips.
Junsu got pressed further into the rack and Yoochun started grinding into his hip, moaning into his mouth. Junsu shifted, so that their cocks were pressed together. He didn’t know how long they had been standing their, rubbing their bodies up one and other, but Junsu knew he was going to need some air soon, so he broke it off.
“Legs go home,” he panted. “Let’s finish this at home. We don’t have what we need here…”
“All I need is this,” Yoochun smirked and cupped Junsu’s erection.
Junsu automatically bucked into his hand and Yoochun decided to take it a step further by unbuttoning Junsu’s pants. He planted on hand onto the rack next to Junsu’s head and shoved the other one deep into Junsu’s boxers, fisting his cock.
“This is what you wanted right?” Yoochun breathed, watching Junsu’s face heat up in excitement. He started stroking him slowly, kissing his way up from his neck back to those willing lips.
Around them people were getting their boxed furniture and hauling them onto their carts, however their isle stayed empty. Could be a coincidence that no one needed anything from that aisle, could be that people saw them and stayed away. They didn’t care.
Yoochun’s took up his pace and Junsu clutched his hands onto his shirt, and bit down on Yoochun’s lip to prevent himself from moaning to loud. Instead, feeling the sensation on his lower lip, Yoochun moaned.
“Yoochun,I’m coming,”Junsu breathed into his mouth. “I’m coming in Ikea.”
“I know,” Yoochun chuckled breathlessly. “It’s a good story we can tell our friends one day.”
Junsu came, squirting in Yoochun’s hand and a little bit landed on the floor. Junsu came in Ikea.
“Still hungry, tired, headache?” Yoochun asked, buttoning Junsu’s pants back up and planting soft kisses along his jaw.
“Just tired,” Junsu smiled and leaned into his touch. “And kind of hungry.” He felt something tugging at the hem of his shirt and looked down to see Yoochun wiping the cum off of his hand and onto his shirt.
“Stop it! Go wash your hand,”Junsu said and backed away.
“I have to go pick up my new curtains. The woman said they’d be done in twenty minutes,”Yoochun said and wiped the last bit of come onto one of the boxes on the racks. “Someone is going home with your cum,”he chuckled.
“You won’t be laughing when someone makes cum-puppets of your lover and he gets voodoo’ed,”Junsu muttered and tried to get as much of the cum of his shirt as possible.
“I’m just going to act like I didn’t hear anything. Let’s go.” He took his hand and Junsu pulled a face. “Your hand is sticky.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and walked around him, so he could hold him with his other hand. “It’s your penis juice, not mine.”
“Penis juice.”
“Yesung’s genuis mind.”
“You mean the mug-thief’s evil mind.”
“Are you still on that mug-thing? He just took it because he wasn’t done with his coffee! He brought it back the next day.”
“Still shouldn’t have taken it.”
“O, please. You take something with you every time you leave my apartment. The money on the table? My headphones? My shampoo?”
“Jaejoong took the shampoo!”
“Still, stop judging Yesungie when you’re even worse.”
“Well, you and Yesungie should just get married then.”
“You keep saying that.”
“You keep talking like you love the guy.”
“What if I do love the guy?”
“Shut up. That’s not even funny.” The hold on Yoochun’s hand tightened.
“Then stop harrassing me about Yesung. I don’t harrass you about any of your dates.”
“I’m dating more than one person. You’ve been seeing him and only him for over two weeks. It’s different,” Junsu said. It had been on his chest for a while. Yoochun and Yesung had gotten close, too close. Eeven though Yesung didn’t go to their university, they’d meet up and go furniture shopping or have diner together. And Junsu had caught them more than once holding hands. Junsu never held hands with his dates. He held hands with Yoochun.
“The agreement didn’t say we had to be dating more than one person. I like him. There’s no one else I want to date,” Yoochun shrugged. They had arrived at the front desk and the woman standing there handed Yoochun his curtains in a paper bag.
“No one else?” Junsu asked.
“You know what I mean.”
Junsu was quiet as they left the store. It wasn’t until they were on the train, heading back home, he said: “What if I said I wanted to sleep with someone?”
“Then I’d take of my pants.”
“Someone else.”
“Fuck off, Junsu.”
“You’re falling for someone else, Yoochun. That wasn’t the plan at all-”
“Shut up. Just…stop talking.” Pissed was an understatement. Junsu didn’t know how much those words hurt. He didn’t have any idea he was pushing Yoochun away with every thing he said.
“I take back that handjob,” Yoochun said, staring out of the window.
“What? You cant just-”
“I can and I just did. You can let someone else get you off from now on. It’s not going to be me.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Junsu frowned. “You’re the one who started all this. You should have never asked Yesung out in the first place.”
Their voices were getting louder and the others in the cart were slowly shifting their attention on them.
“I asked you,” Yoochun hissed. “I asked you if it was okay. That’s the kind of person I am. I care about your feelings. I don’t think you even care I have feelings.”
“O, I don’t care about your feelings? Who’s the one who kissed Yesung, practically on my lap?”
“He kissed me!”
“I don’t care!”
“Yeah, I got that already,” Yoochun frowned. The train stopped and he got off, even though it was another three stops to their station
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....how many of you thought this was going to be a fun chapter when they started reading and got totally depressed at the end? Me too.
Oh and I googled 'Studio Apartment' and the first thing I found was this studioapt.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/good-studio.jpg I like to think this is what Yoochun's new place looks like. I'm uninteresting.
Author: Suju_Shinki
Length: 12/?
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae, others
Genre: Fluff, Crack, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The boys are starting college. And guess what? There's friendship, jealousy, sex, some weed, alcohol and love there too.
AN: Sequel to “Besties"
Chapter 12: IKEA
Yoochun had been to Ikea so many times in the last two weeks, he knew exactly where everything was and the shortest ways to get there.
On a Sunday afternoon Yoochun managed to trick Junsu into going with him again.
“Yoochun, I’m hungry. And I’m tired. And I have a headache. Can we go now? Yoochuuuuun~”
And he regretted every bit of it.
“Junsu shut up, before I drop you off at Small Land,” Yoochun snapped, before turning back to the the large rack all the curtains were hung on. “Or at least help me pick curtains.”
“But I don’t wanna~” Junsu whined. “When you said we were going to do something fun I thought we were going to do it. It’s been so long since we did it. You promised you’d show me that G-spot thing and that was almost two months ago!”
“Okay!”
“Really?!”
“I pick these!” Yoochun grinned and held up the sand coloured curtains. “Do you like them? They’ll look good with the rug I bought.” Yoochun went to give up the measurements to a lady sitting at a desk and came back a few minutes later. Junsu had sat down on a bed, grumpy and bored out of his mind.
“Stand up.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Come on. I want to show you something.”
Junsu stood up reluctantly and followed Yoochun to where ever he was taking him. “I don’t want to see more furniture! Where are you-Hey, can we even come in here?”
“Yeah, it’s the self serve warehouse. Come here…”
Yoochun pulled him into one of the large aisles, all the way to the back and pushed him up against one of the racks. “It really has been a long time,” he smirked.
Junsu swallowed. He hadn’t expected Yoochun to actually want to have sex in Ikea. Oh, well. He bent forward and covered his lips with his own. Yoochun opened his mouth and Junsu tongued every corner of it. He had almost forgotten how nauseatingly perfect Yoochun tasted against his lips.
Junsu got pressed further into the rack and Yoochun started grinding into his hip, moaning into his mouth. Junsu shifted, so that their cocks were pressed together. He didn’t know how long they had been standing their, rubbing their bodies up one and other, but Junsu knew he was going to need some air soon, so he broke it off.
“Legs go home,” he panted. “Let’s finish this at home. We don’t have what we need here…”
“All I need is this,” Yoochun smirked and cupped Junsu’s erection.
Junsu automatically bucked into his hand and Yoochun decided to take it a step further by unbuttoning Junsu’s pants. He planted on hand onto the rack next to Junsu’s head and shoved the other one deep into Junsu’s boxers, fisting his cock.
“This is what you wanted right?” Yoochun breathed, watching Junsu’s face heat up in excitement. He started stroking him slowly, kissing his way up from his neck back to those willing lips.
Around them people were getting their boxed furniture and hauling them onto their carts, however their isle stayed empty. Could be a coincidence that no one needed anything from that aisle, could be that people saw them and stayed away. They didn’t care.
Yoochun’s took up his pace and Junsu clutched his hands onto his shirt, and bit down on Yoochun’s lip to prevent himself from moaning to loud. Instead, feeling the sensation on his lower lip, Yoochun moaned.
“Yoochun,I’m coming,”Junsu breathed into his mouth. “I’m coming in Ikea.”
“I know,” Yoochun chuckled breathlessly. “It’s a good story we can tell our friends one day.”
Junsu came, squirting in Yoochun’s hand and a little bit landed on the floor. Junsu came in Ikea.
“Still hungry, tired, headache?” Yoochun asked, buttoning Junsu’s pants back up and planting soft kisses along his jaw.
“Just tired,” Junsu smiled and leaned into his touch. “And kind of hungry.” He felt something tugging at the hem of his shirt and looked down to see Yoochun wiping the cum off of his hand and onto his shirt.
“Stop it! Go wash your hand,”Junsu said and backed away.
“I have to go pick up my new curtains. The woman said they’d be done in twenty minutes,”Yoochun said and wiped the last bit of come onto one of the boxes on the racks. “Someone is going home with your cum,”he chuckled.
“You won’t be laughing when someone makes cum-puppets of your lover and he gets voodoo’ed,”Junsu muttered and tried to get as much of the cum of his shirt as possible.
“I’m just going to act like I didn’t hear anything. Let’s go.” He took his hand and Junsu pulled a face. “Your hand is sticky.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and walked around him, so he could hold him with his other hand. “It’s your penis juice, not mine.”
“Penis juice.”
“Yesung’s genuis mind.”
“You mean the mug-thief’s evil mind.”
“Are you still on that mug-thing? He just took it because he wasn’t done with his coffee! He brought it back the next day.”
“Still shouldn’t have taken it.”
“O, please. You take something with you every time you leave my apartment. The money on the table? My headphones? My shampoo?”
“Jaejoong took the shampoo!”
“Still, stop judging Yesungie when you’re even worse.”
“Well, you and Yesungie should just get married then.”
“You keep saying that.”
“You keep talking like you love the guy.”
“What if I do love the guy?”
“Shut up. That’s not even funny.” The hold on Yoochun’s hand tightened.
“Then stop harrassing me about Yesung. I don’t harrass you about any of your dates.”
“I’m dating more than one person. You’ve been seeing him and only him for over two weeks. It’s different,” Junsu said. It had been on his chest for a while. Yoochun and Yesung had gotten close, too close. Eeven though Yesung didn’t go to their university, they’d meet up and go furniture shopping or have diner together. And Junsu had caught them more than once holding hands. Junsu never held hands with his dates. He held hands with Yoochun.
“The agreement didn’t say we had to be dating more than one person. I like him. There’s no one else I want to date,” Yoochun shrugged. They had arrived at the front desk and the woman standing there handed Yoochun his curtains in a paper bag.
“No one else?” Junsu asked.
“You know what I mean.”
Junsu was quiet as they left the store. It wasn’t until they were on the train, heading back home, he said: “What if I said I wanted to sleep with someone?”
“Then I’d take of my pants.”
“Someone else.”
“Fuck off, Junsu.”
“You’re falling for someone else, Yoochun. That wasn’t the plan at all-”
“Shut up. Just…stop talking.” Pissed was an understatement. Junsu didn’t know how much those words hurt. He didn’t have any idea he was pushing Yoochun away with every thing he said.
“I take back that handjob,” Yoochun said, staring out of the window.
“What? You cant just-”
“I can and I just did. You can let someone else get you off from now on. It’s not going to be me.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Junsu frowned. “You’re the one who started all this. You should have never asked Yesung out in the first place.”
Their voices were getting louder and the others in the cart were slowly shifting their attention on them.
“I asked you,” Yoochun hissed. “I asked you if it was okay. That’s the kind of person I am. I care about your feelings. I don’t think you even care I have feelings.”
“O, I don’t care about your feelings? Who’s the one who kissed Yesung, practically on my lap?”
“He kissed me!”
“I don’t care!”
“Yeah, I got that already,” Yoochun frowned. The train stopped and he got off, even though it was another three stops to their station
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....how many of you thought this was going to be a fun chapter when they started reading and got totally depressed at the end? Me too.
Oh and I googled 'Studio Apartment' and the first thing I found was this studioapt.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/good-studio.jpg I like to think this is what Yoochun's new place looks like. I'm uninteresting.
