wedspawn: Lavender Bunny Final Section (SMM Universe)
Title: Lavender Bunny (SMM Universe)
Section: Final Section - Twenty-Five
Pairing: Yoosu (Jaeho)
Section Rating: R
Overall Rating: NC-17
i still hold ranalore responsible for this mess.
First off, thank you. All and everyone of you. I appreciate all of the comments and the reading that you all do. I cannot have gotten as far in the SMM universe as I have without all of you. A Lavender Bunny for all of you.
Synopsis: A continuation of the relationship between Yoochun and Junsu from So Much Mine. Once again, hot pretty boys, music, dancing and sex. Not necessarily in that order.
Sections
One; Two; Three; Four; Five; Six; Seven; Eight; Nine; Ten; Eleven; Twelve; Thirteen; Fourteen; Fifteen; Sixteen; Seventeen; Eighteen; Nineteen; Twenty; Twenty-One; Twenty-Two; Twenty-Three; Twenty-Four
Sin pulsed with vibrant life, a throbbing beat set around flashing lights and warm bodies. Cutting through the crowd, five young men, faces lit under red and blue strokes working down over the dance floor. A few days since their return to Korea, they were finally free of the rigid schedule their lives were run by, an unbending structure that left little room for privacy much less personal time. Now, looking for a loud place to shed any tension, they gathered as a team... odd family of five... bound by more than song and work.
The baby was the first lost in the crowd, hands running over Changmin’s shoulders, an older woman lithely working her way around his lean body. The smile he gave her was one of innocence, his naiveté a shell that he could hide behind if he needed to. While pretty, she left him with not a shred of want for her body, the shrill of her laughter cutting under the heavy bass of the music. Another caught his eye, her rounded face and pretty smile a dose of sweetness amid the spice of overt sexuality. Stepping to the side, Min eased towards the girl, noting the trim backside of a man dancing in front of him before sidling close, his head ducking down to ask about her name.
Jaejoong slithered off into the darker end of the dance platform next, Yunho following close behind. Hidden from view, the feral singer felt more comfortable throwing himself into the numbing pleasure of his body’s movements. Even in a restricted club, he needed private, a sole corner to open up into before he could meet Yunho’s eyes.
Their leader curved his body near Jaejoong’s, their chests brushing once then twice, their hips falling into a rhythm mimicking their nights spent hidden from the world. Watching his lover’s face, Yunho bent to kiss the singer’s closed eyes, feeling the brush of lashes when Jaejoong, startled, opened his lids to stare at Yunho. Glancing around, the sporadic shadows kept them hidden from view, small snatches of bodies barely skimming their attention. Satisfied of their privacy, Jaejoong moved in closer, his hands skimming over Yunho’s waist, pulling the other man towards him.
Lost in one another, neither saw Yoochun’s wicked grin or the elbow he gave Junsu before he pointed at the couple. Junsu shouted over the music, trying to be heard but the sound drowned out any words he might have spoken. Needing something cool to drink and wanting to listen to his lover more than dance, Yoochun pointed towards one of the VIP tables and mimicked sipping from a cup, earning a hardy nod from Junsu.
Frosted panes set around the dance floor made conversations possible away from the platforms, Yoochun sighing with relief when they sat down. The meal they shared at a Chinese restaurant sat in his belly, a content feeling that needed to subside a bit before he would chance molding his body around Junsu’s. The tenor slid in besides him, nodding to one of the waitresses and motioning for an order.
“Water for me.” Yoochun replied when she asked after their drinks. “Do you think we should get something for the others?”
“Probably.” Junsu pondered. “Two lemonade soju and two sodas...clear if you have it. If not then two tonics and lime.”
“Aish, Minnie-ah is going to complain that he’s being treated like a child if you order him that.” Micky reminded Junsu. “We promised that when we took him here, he’ll be an adult.”
“He’ll pass out again.” Junsu muttered under his breath. “If he does, then you’re carrying him to the cab. He’s too long for me. Three lemonade soju but keep the two sodas in case he changes his mind.”
“You know, not wanting to carry out one of the members after they’ve had too much to drink is why you get the reputation for being unhelpful.” Yoochun teased, hooking his long legs onto the booth cushion. “You won’t help us get Jaejoong in the apartment or hide Yunho’s murdered body. And now, you say Changmin is too tall to carry. You have no one to blame but yourself when they call you lazy.”
“Hey, I would help carry you!” Junsu protested. “And if you killed someone, I would help then.”
“Only because if you didn’t, I would be mad at you and you’d never get touched again.” Yoochun snorted, gesturing towards the dance floor. “And if you even thought about straying, Yunho would be there to lecture you on fidelity.”
“Gods, no...” Junsu clutched his chest in mock horror. “Spare me from a Yunho lecture. I’ll do anything. Even carry Changmin’s limp body from one end of Korea to the next.”
“Why are you carrying my body?” Changmin slid into the booth besides Yoochun, his face glistening with a sheen of sweat. “And where are you carrying it?”
“I’m telling Junsu that we won’t like him if he keeps being lazy. He still refuses to help us carry dead bodies out of the apartment. What good is he?” Micky handed over one of the lemon soju to Changmin. “Careful with this, I can smell the soju from here.”
“I’ll sip it. Very slowly. You won’t even see it go down.” Min hefted the glass in a salute towards the older man. “Thank you for ordering this for me.”
“Well, now if you pass out, I’m obligated to carry your stinky tall body to the car so try not to.” Junsu commented, sipping at his lemon-lime soda. “So, don’t pass out. Or you risk your head getting bumped on the ground when we haul you around.”
“I’m probably lighter than Yoochun. Definitely lighter that Jaejoong.” Changmin responded. “He’s very heavy. Yunho says it’s because dreams weigh a lot. I’d agree. Jaejoong carries a lot of dreams.”
“Dreams aside, It’s all that muscle.” Yoochun replied “Oh, and his hard head. That’s made of stone.”
Yoochun waved for his best friend’s attention, the singer stepping off of the dance floor and looking about for the others. Yunho spotted Micky first, tapping Jae on the shoulder and guiding him towards the table, holding the singer’s hand tightly. Wending through the crowd, they reached the table, silly star-kissed smiles on their faces.
“Hey, you two didn’t hit the floor.” Yunho motioned for Junsu to move over, urging the tenor to make room for Jaejoong. Jae grinned at the squeak of the leather seats as his jeans caught on the slick material. Leaning against the leader when he sat down, Jaejoong reached for one of the drinks, sniffing at the soju before taking a sip.
“Wanted to talk a bit.” Yoochun bent over the table, lifting his body closer to talk to Yunho. “We might dance later.”
“This is good.” Changmin took a deeper draught, his cheeks blushed red from the soju. “Can we see if the waitress will get me another?”
“Might want to wait until we finish ours.” Yunho slid the soda over to the youngest. “That way she won’t have to come over here more than once.”
“Ah, good idea.” Min nodded, rubbing at the condensation on the glass. “It would be rude to make her go back and forth.”
“And he’s less likely to get drunk too.” Jae whispered into his lover’s ear. “I don’t want to drag him up those stairs.”
“Like we dragged you?” Yunho murmured back, biting at Jae’s earlobe.
“Just remember who walked away with the black eye from that.” Jae tapped his lover’s lips, then kissing Yunho soundly under the absence of light.
“Come on, baby.” Yoochun shoved at Changmin’s shoulder, pushing the younger man out of the booth.
“Hey! Don’t call me baby.” Min pushed back, his hands firm on Micky’s chest. “Changmin or even Min. But not baby.”
“He’s talking to me, you idiot.” Junsu kicked at the youngest under the table. “Come with us, Minnie-ah. We’ll dance… the three of us.”
They were alone on the rooftop, letting the cool air drift down from the hills onto the gravel-speckled tar sheets. Long planters of herbs ran along one side, fragrant blossoms of lemon thyme mingled with the savoury rosemary tang. Yoochun’s clove cigarette added a smoky quality to the evening air, a wisp of heavy spice on the wind. Junsu leaned on the cement railing next to his lover, elbows set so he could rest his chin on his hands.
“You should stop smoking.” Junsu poked at his lover’s side, his index finger stiffened to find the soft ticklish spot Yoochun protected fiercely with an upraised hand.
“I’m trying.” Yoochun complained. “This is the first one I’ve had in weeks. The pack’s even gone stale.”
Junsu’s heavy sigh made Micky roll his eyes, echoing with his own exasperated heaving breath. Stubbing out the nearly full length of the cigarette in an ash can, Yoochun popped a stick of mint gum into his mouth, chewing to release the oils. Nudging the tenor with his shoulder, Yoochun turned his head to stare out at the city around them.
“Did you have fun dragging Changmin up the stairs?” Micky said, struggling to keep the giggle out of his voice.
“No thanks to you and Jaejoong! You two just stood there laughing at Yunnie and me.” Junsu balled up his fist and struck Yoochun playfully on the shoulder. “He doesn’t even try to walk. It’s like trying to carry a giraffe! He grows extra legs!”
“BooJae is much easier to get into the house.” Yoochun nodded. “Unless he’s mad at you in which case, he’ll wake up swinging. He’s got good aim even when he’s drunk. Thank God he doesn’t get drunk often. We’re known for being pretty. He’d soon take care of that.”
“Yeah, I’m much to pretty for something to happen to my face.” Junsu agreed, solemn to Yoochun’s wide mocking grin.
Junsu’s hand found Yoochun’s fingers, intertwining into the baritone’s long digits. Touching brows, each pondered the city, finding landmarks amid the skyscrapers, spotting places dear to their hearts. For Yoochun, no place would come close to the nearness of Junsu’s presence than on the rooftop they star-gazed from. For Junsu, it was the SM entertainment building where he first saw Yoochun, a gangly goofy-faced singer that made him laugh.
“I love you, you know.” Yoochun didn’t take his eyes off of the city, catching the twinkle of a carnival wheel rolling in the distance.
“Junsu.” The tenor bent over and cupped the other man’s mouth, pursing Yoochun’s lips. “Not Yunho. Junsu.”
“Stupid. You know what I mean.” Yoochun’s smile spilled dimples over Junsu’s fingers, his words a melodic burble.
“I know.” Laughing, the tenor let go of his lover’s face, kissing Yoochun’s lower lip. “I love you too, you know. Or Jaejoong. Or Changmin. Which ever you want to be today. Although you can’t be Junsu. I’m busy being Junsu right now.”
“Be serious.” Yoochun nudged his lover with his bare foot, stroking at Junsu’s ankle. “I’m trying to proclaim my undying love for you right now.”
“I’ll be serious.” Junsu turned around, keeping his hand around Yoochun’s. With his back against the rooftop wall, he could watch Yoochun’s amiable features shift, emotions playing fluidly over his face. With Yoochun, there was no artifice, something Junsu enjoyed immensely. The other man said what he meant and loved as openly as he sang. Junsu couldn’t imagine his life without the young man next to him and he didn’t want to give that a try…ever.
Yoochun nodded at the stars, picking out the brightest among the canopy overhead. “You see those… two over there? By the crest of the hill?”
“Are you going to say they remind you of us?” Junsu glanced over his shoulder, following the ridgeline until he saw the twinkles Yoochun spoke of.
“No, that’s Yunho and Jaejoong. They are fire and circle one another. Light spun from one and fed into the other. For all eternity. Always… burning and needing one another.” Yoochun shook his head. “You and I… we’re the clouds.”
“Clouds?” Junsu asked, tilting his head back and staring at the drapery of mists hanging above the city.
“Always moving, caught on the wind but still, so powerful.” Yoochun whispered into Junsu’s ear, hot and sensual. “We can make a storm and change the landscape and during the sunny days, people look up at us and see bunnies…lavender bunnies… or dragons… a sweet popcorn of white against the blue.”
“You can’t separate clouds. You can fly inside of them and see nothing but water drops but they are… something.” Yoochun continued. His arm snaked about Junsu’s waist, pulling the other in. Straddling the tenor’s thighs, Yoochun’s hips found the nested hollow of Junsu’s body, fitting into his lover as easily as breathing. “You can’t capture clouds. It’s free. That’s how I feel when I’m with you. Like nothing can hold me and I have so much… energy and power to change the world. Loving you… made me a cloud.”
“So… I love you, Susu-ah.” Yoochun slanted his head to capture a kiss from his lover’s mouth, pulling the breath from Junsu’s body until the other gasped for air… just enough to fall back into Yoochun’s moistness.
The sky gathered above them, a hot breeze pulling up from the hillsides. A splatter of water struck Junsu’s forehead, followed by another. Within second they were standing in a thick rain, their clothes clinging to their lean bodies. It ran cold at first then warm from the heat of their bodies, as if the sky drew strength from the couple standing on the rooftop.
Casting his head back, Yoochun opened his mouth and let the water fill him over, spilling down over his lips. Bending over, he let the rain flow into Junsu’s waiting mouth, the sweetness of the skies mingled on their tongues. Lapping at the water, Junsu swallowed, pressing tight against Yoochun until the air between them escaped. Sighing, he held his lover close, never wanting to let go.
“I love you too, Chunnie-ah.” Junsu sighed, murmuring against Yoochun’s lips. “Until the clouds fall down from the sky. You and me.”
“You and me, baby.” Yoochun agreed, his voice dark with want. “Until the clouds fall from the sky.”
Section: Final Section - Twenty-Five
Pairing: Yoosu (Jaeho)
Section Rating: R
Overall Rating: NC-17
i still hold ranalore responsible for this mess.
First off, thank you. All and everyone of you. I appreciate all of the comments and the reading that you all do. I cannot have gotten as far in the SMM universe as I have without all of you. A Lavender Bunny for all of you.
Synopsis: A continuation of the relationship between Yoochun and Junsu from So Much Mine. Once again, hot pretty boys, music, dancing and sex. Not necessarily in that order.
Sections
One; Two; Three; Four; Five; Six; Seven; Eight; Nine; Ten; Eleven; Twelve; Thirteen; Fourteen; Fifteen; Sixteen; Seventeen; Eighteen; Nineteen; Twenty; Twenty-One; Twenty-Two; Twenty-Three; Twenty-Four
Sin pulsed with vibrant life, a throbbing beat set around flashing lights and warm bodies. Cutting through the crowd, five young men, faces lit under red and blue strokes working down over the dance floor. A few days since their return to Korea, they were finally free of the rigid schedule their lives were run by, an unbending structure that left little room for privacy much less personal time. Now, looking for a loud place to shed any tension, they gathered as a team... odd family of five... bound by more than song and work.
The baby was the first lost in the crowd, hands running over Changmin’s shoulders, an older woman lithely working her way around his lean body. The smile he gave her was one of innocence, his naiveté a shell that he could hide behind if he needed to. While pretty, she left him with not a shred of want for her body, the shrill of her laughter cutting under the heavy bass of the music. Another caught his eye, her rounded face and pretty smile a dose of sweetness amid the spice of overt sexuality. Stepping to the side, Min eased towards the girl, noting the trim backside of a man dancing in front of him before sidling close, his head ducking down to ask about her name.
Jaejoong slithered off into the darker end of the dance platform next, Yunho following close behind. Hidden from view, the feral singer felt more comfortable throwing himself into the numbing pleasure of his body’s movements. Even in a restricted club, he needed private, a sole corner to open up into before he could meet Yunho’s eyes.
Their leader curved his body near Jaejoong’s, their chests brushing once then twice, their hips falling into a rhythm mimicking their nights spent hidden from the world. Watching his lover’s face, Yunho bent to kiss the singer’s closed eyes, feeling the brush of lashes when Jaejoong, startled, opened his lids to stare at Yunho. Glancing around, the sporadic shadows kept them hidden from view, small snatches of bodies barely skimming their attention. Satisfied of their privacy, Jaejoong moved in closer, his hands skimming over Yunho’s waist, pulling the other man towards him.
Lost in one another, neither saw Yoochun’s wicked grin or the elbow he gave Junsu before he pointed at the couple. Junsu shouted over the music, trying to be heard but the sound drowned out any words he might have spoken. Needing something cool to drink and wanting to listen to his lover more than dance, Yoochun pointed towards one of the VIP tables and mimicked sipping from a cup, earning a hardy nod from Junsu.
Frosted panes set around the dance floor made conversations possible away from the platforms, Yoochun sighing with relief when they sat down. The meal they shared at a Chinese restaurant sat in his belly, a content feeling that needed to subside a bit before he would chance molding his body around Junsu’s. The tenor slid in besides him, nodding to one of the waitresses and motioning for an order.
“Water for me.” Yoochun replied when she asked after their drinks. “Do you think we should get something for the others?”
“Probably.” Junsu pondered. “Two lemonade soju and two sodas...clear if you have it. If not then two tonics and lime.”
“Aish, Minnie-ah is going to complain that he’s being treated like a child if you order him that.” Micky reminded Junsu. “We promised that when we took him here, he’ll be an adult.”
“He’ll pass out again.” Junsu muttered under his breath. “If he does, then you’re carrying him to the cab. He’s too long for me. Three lemonade soju but keep the two sodas in case he changes his mind.”
“You know, not wanting to carry out one of the members after they’ve had too much to drink is why you get the reputation for being unhelpful.” Yoochun teased, hooking his long legs onto the booth cushion. “You won’t help us get Jaejoong in the apartment or hide Yunho’s murdered body. And now, you say Changmin is too tall to carry. You have no one to blame but yourself when they call you lazy.”
“Hey, I would help carry you!” Junsu protested. “And if you killed someone, I would help then.”
“Only because if you didn’t, I would be mad at you and you’d never get touched again.” Yoochun snorted, gesturing towards the dance floor. “And if you even thought about straying, Yunho would be there to lecture you on fidelity.”
“Gods, no...” Junsu clutched his chest in mock horror. “Spare me from a Yunho lecture. I’ll do anything. Even carry Changmin’s limp body from one end of Korea to the next.”
“Why are you carrying my body?” Changmin slid into the booth besides Yoochun, his face glistening with a sheen of sweat. “And where are you carrying it?”
“I’m telling Junsu that we won’t like him if he keeps being lazy. He still refuses to help us carry dead bodies out of the apartment. What good is he?” Micky handed over one of the lemon soju to Changmin. “Careful with this, I can smell the soju from here.”
“I’ll sip it. Very slowly. You won’t even see it go down.” Min hefted the glass in a salute towards the older man. “Thank you for ordering this for me.”
“Well, now if you pass out, I’m obligated to carry your stinky tall body to the car so try not to.” Junsu commented, sipping at his lemon-lime soda. “So, don’t pass out. Or you risk your head getting bumped on the ground when we haul you around.”
“I’m probably lighter than Yoochun. Definitely lighter that Jaejoong.” Changmin responded. “He’s very heavy. Yunho says it’s because dreams weigh a lot. I’d agree. Jaejoong carries a lot of dreams.”
“Dreams aside, It’s all that muscle.” Yoochun replied “Oh, and his hard head. That’s made of stone.”
Yoochun waved for his best friend’s attention, the singer stepping off of the dance floor and looking about for the others. Yunho spotted Micky first, tapping Jae on the shoulder and guiding him towards the table, holding the singer’s hand tightly. Wending through the crowd, they reached the table, silly star-kissed smiles on their faces.
“Hey, you two didn’t hit the floor.” Yunho motioned for Junsu to move over, urging the tenor to make room for Jaejoong. Jae grinned at the squeak of the leather seats as his jeans caught on the slick material. Leaning against the leader when he sat down, Jaejoong reached for one of the drinks, sniffing at the soju before taking a sip.
“Wanted to talk a bit.” Yoochun bent over the table, lifting his body closer to talk to Yunho. “We might dance later.”
“This is good.” Changmin took a deeper draught, his cheeks blushed red from the soju. “Can we see if the waitress will get me another?”
“Might want to wait until we finish ours.” Yunho slid the soda over to the youngest. “That way she won’t have to come over here more than once.”
“Ah, good idea.” Min nodded, rubbing at the condensation on the glass. “It would be rude to make her go back and forth.”
“And he’s less likely to get drunk too.” Jae whispered into his lover’s ear. “I don’t want to drag him up those stairs.”
“Like we dragged you?” Yunho murmured back, biting at Jae’s earlobe.
“Just remember who walked away with the black eye from that.” Jae tapped his lover’s lips, then kissing Yunho soundly under the absence of light.
“Come on, baby.” Yoochun shoved at Changmin’s shoulder, pushing the younger man out of the booth.
“Hey! Don’t call me baby.” Min pushed back, his hands firm on Micky’s chest. “Changmin or even Min. But not baby.”
“He’s talking to me, you idiot.” Junsu kicked at the youngest under the table. “Come with us, Minnie-ah. We’ll dance… the three of us.”
They were alone on the rooftop, letting the cool air drift down from the hills onto the gravel-speckled tar sheets. Long planters of herbs ran along one side, fragrant blossoms of lemon thyme mingled with the savoury rosemary tang. Yoochun’s clove cigarette added a smoky quality to the evening air, a wisp of heavy spice on the wind. Junsu leaned on the cement railing next to his lover, elbows set so he could rest his chin on his hands.
“You should stop smoking.” Junsu poked at his lover’s side, his index finger stiffened to find the soft ticklish spot Yoochun protected fiercely with an upraised hand.
“I’m trying.” Yoochun complained. “This is the first one I’ve had in weeks. The pack’s even gone stale.”
Junsu’s heavy sigh made Micky roll his eyes, echoing with his own exasperated heaving breath. Stubbing out the nearly full length of the cigarette in an ash can, Yoochun popped a stick of mint gum into his mouth, chewing to release the oils. Nudging the tenor with his shoulder, Yoochun turned his head to stare out at the city around them.
“Did you have fun dragging Changmin up the stairs?” Micky said, struggling to keep the giggle out of his voice.
“No thanks to you and Jaejoong! You two just stood there laughing at Yunnie and me.” Junsu balled up his fist and struck Yoochun playfully on the shoulder. “He doesn’t even try to walk. It’s like trying to carry a giraffe! He grows extra legs!”
“BooJae is much easier to get into the house.” Yoochun nodded. “Unless he’s mad at you in which case, he’ll wake up swinging. He’s got good aim even when he’s drunk. Thank God he doesn’t get drunk often. We’re known for being pretty. He’d soon take care of that.”
“Yeah, I’m much to pretty for something to happen to my face.” Junsu agreed, solemn to Yoochun’s wide mocking grin.
Junsu’s hand found Yoochun’s fingers, intertwining into the baritone’s long digits. Touching brows, each pondered the city, finding landmarks amid the skyscrapers, spotting places dear to their hearts. For Yoochun, no place would come close to the nearness of Junsu’s presence than on the rooftop they star-gazed from. For Junsu, it was the SM entertainment building where he first saw Yoochun, a gangly goofy-faced singer that made him laugh.
“I love you, you know.” Yoochun didn’t take his eyes off of the city, catching the twinkle of a carnival wheel rolling in the distance.
“Junsu.” The tenor bent over and cupped the other man’s mouth, pursing Yoochun’s lips. “Not Yunho. Junsu.”
“Stupid. You know what I mean.” Yoochun’s smile spilled dimples over Junsu’s fingers, his words a melodic burble.
“I know.” Laughing, the tenor let go of his lover’s face, kissing Yoochun’s lower lip. “I love you too, you know. Or Jaejoong. Or Changmin. Which ever you want to be today. Although you can’t be Junsu. I’m busy being Junsu right now.”
“Be serious.” Yoochun nudged his lover with his bare foot, stroking at Junsu’s ankle. “I’m trying to proclaim my undying love for you right now.”
“I’ll be serious.” Junsu turned around, keeping his hand around Yoochun’s. With his back against the rooftop wall, he could watch Yoochun’s amiable features shift, emotions playing fluidly over his face. With Yoochun, there was no artifice, something Junsu enjoyed immensely. The other man said what he meant and loved as openly as he sang. Junsu couldn’t imagine his life without the young man next to him and he didn’t want to give that a try…ever.
Yoochun nodded at the stars, picking out the brightest among the canopy overhead. “You see those… two over there? By the crest of the hill?”
“Are you going to say they remind you of us?” Junsu glanced over his shoulder, following the ridgeline until he saw the twinkles Yoochun spoke of.
“No, that’s Yunho and Jaejoong. They are fire and circle one another. Light spun from one and fed into the other. For all eternity. Always… burning and needing one another.” Yoochun shook his head. “You and I… we’re the clouds.”
“Clouds?” Junsu asked, tilting his head back and staring at the drapery of mists hanging above the city.
“Always moving, caught on the wind but still, so powerful.” Yoochun whispered into Junsu’s ear, hot and sensual. “We can make a storm and change the landscape and during the sunny days, people look up at us and see bunnies…lavender bunnies… or dragons… a sweet popcorn of white against the blue.”
“You can’t separate clouds. You can fly inside of them and see nothing but water drops but they are… something.” Yoochun continued. His arm snaked about Junsu’s waist, pulling the other in. Straddling the tenor’s thighs, Yoochun’s hips found the nested hollow of Junsu’s body, fitting into his lover as easily as breathing. “You can’t capture clouds. It’s free. That’s how I feel when I’m with you. Like nothing can hold me and I have so much… energy and power to change the world. Loving you… made me a cloud.”
“So… I love you, Susu-ah.” Yoochun slanted his head to capture a kiss from his lover’s mouth, pulling the breath from Junsu’s body until the other gasped for air… just enough to fall back into Yoochun’s moistness.
The sky gathered above them, a hot breeze pulling up from the hillsides. A splatter of water struck Junsu’s forehead, followed by another. Within second they were standing in a thick rain, their clothes clinging to their lean bodies. It ran cold at first then warm from the heat of their bodies, as if the sky drew strength from the couple standing on the rooftop.
Casting his head back, Yoochun opened his mouth and let the water fill him over, spilling down over his lips. Bending over, he let the rain flow into Junsu’s waiting mouth, the sweetness of the skies mingled on their tongues. Lapping at the water, Junsu swallowed, pressing tight against Yoochun until the air between them escaped. Sighing, he held his lover close, never wanting to let go.
“I love you too, Chunnie-ah.” Junsu sighed, murmuring against Yoochun’s lips. “Until the clouds fall down from the sky. You and me.”
“You and me, baby.” Yoochun agreed, his voice dark with want. “Until the clouds fall from the sky.”