Pairing: Yoosu (Jaeho)
Section Rating: R
Overall Rating: NC-17
i still hold ranalore responsible for this mess.
I lied. Sue me.
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.
One; Two; Three; Four; Five; Six; Seven; Eight; Nine; Ten; Eleven
Jaejoong’s kiss brushed over Yunho’s temple, the leader’s attention drawn from the music he’d been studying. Black scribbles danced over the page, nonsensical poignancies written in Yunho’s hand, images of Jaejoong laid out on their shared bed fresh in his mind. The night pressed the day from the sky, a moon brushing through the scant clouds spread over the Seoul skyline.
“You’re back.” Yunho reached around, snagging his lover by the waist, dragging him onto the bed where he sat against the headboard. Pulling Jaejoong into his lap, Yunho pushed the sheet music aside. The papers drifted to the floor, the song forgotten under the press of his love against him. “It’s good to see you, Boo.”
“I hate that nickname.” Jaejoong muttered, his voice cross. Yunho heard the burr in it, a rough choking sound under the melodic rumble. “And sadly, I like it when I hear you say it.”
“What’s bothering you, baby?” Yunho cocked his head, staring up at his lover. The clouds had returned to Jaejoong’s eyes, shimmering pain flitting across the amber flecked gaze. “Tell me.”
Jae settled into his lover’s lap, digging into the pocket of his hoodie. Drawing out his cell phone, he flipped it open and clicked through the list of answered calls. “Your father called today, Yunnie-ah.”
“You answered it?” Yunho asked, a frown crossing his forehead. “Why did you answer it? I thought we agreed you wouldn’t talk to them.”
“That wasn’t the problem I had in mind to talk about, Yunnie-ah.” Jaejoong turned the cell phone around, a number familiar to the other man displayed on the screen. “We can talk about the why right after you tell me why someone answered a call to your mother. That happened the night I had that fight with Changmin…and I know I didn’t talk to your mother that night, Yunho. So… who answered?”
“Shit.” Yunho rested back against the headboard of their bed, heaving a weighted sigh. “I was hoping that you wouldn’t find out.”
“Why?” Jaejoong turned. His expression tightened, the angry passion from his heart flaring to his face. “I thought we were going to be…honest with one another? If you had told me about your mother calling… and you talking to her, I would have been better prepared for when your father called me up today.”
“I’m sorry, Joongie.” The young man apologized, contrite as he chewed on his lip. He pondered if kissing Jaejoong senseless would wipe the fury set along the other’s mouth, forestalling the conversation until he was better prepared for it. “I should have told you but…”
“But?” Jae pursed his lips, waiting. “But what, Yunnie? I love you…and if something happens to you… you need to tell me, please. Like I’m coming to you right now to tell you about your father… who called me. And told me that if I didn’t leave you, I’d regret it.”
“What?” Yunho’s fury hit hard, the wave of his anger riding over him. “He’s crossed the line. That bastard! That damned bastard. What did you tell him?”
“I told him to fuck off before he could go any further.” Jae said, stroking at his lover’s chin, kissing the curve of his jaw. “I don’t know what he was talking about and I didn’t want to know. I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have risked the others but I just got… pissed. I told him that he should talk to you and not put me in the middle.”
“No, you did right.” Yunho cupped the back of Jaejoong’s head, pulling the young man in tight. Kissing Jae’s temple, Yunho moved his mouth slowly down the other’s cheek, licking at the dip of a scar on his cheek then finding the plump ridge of Jae’s upper lip. With a dip of his tongue, Yunho teased out a small moan from Jaejoong’s throat, husky and needful. Taking in a breath, the leader sighed into Jae’s mouth. “I’m sorry, Joongie-ah. I really am sorry…for all of it. For not telling you and for my father.”
“He seems to think he has something that might convince me to leave you.” Jaejoong said, losing himself in the taste of his lover. Closing his eyes, Jaejoong fought to focus on his anger as it slipped away from him, whispering on the sweetness of Yunho’s tongue. “I’m a bit scared, Yunnie. I’m not afraid to say that… I don’t want to be the reason that our group is…”
“Nothing is going to happen to us… to any of the others.” Yunho’s anger flared, his rage clamped tight in his belly rather than ride hard over his lover’s relative calm. “Give me your phone, Jaejoong.”
“What are you going to do, Yunnie-ah?” Jae licked at the edge of his mouth, taking in the last taste of Yunho from his lips. Handing over the cell, Jaejoong slid free of Yunho’s lap, resting against the wall with his legs splayed over his lover’s thighs.
“Bringing an end to this stupidity.” Yunho punched in a number, listening to the chirrup on the other end. “Hello, Mother. No, I’m fine but this isn’t really about me. I need you to find a time when we can meet.”
“Yes, I know I told you I wasn’t going to do that.” Yunho waved off Jae’s frantic waving, avoiding the other’s grasping hands. “I want to know why Father called Jaejoong today… and what you think you can accomplish by threatening him?”
Yunho’s face remained cold as his mother spoke, her words lost to the other singer as her voice dropped to a near whisper. The leader pressed his fingertips to Jaejoong’s lips, stroking at the fine line of his mouth before answering his mother’s query.
“Check your schedule then. It might be a few days because I’m busy. Because we’re both busy.” The young man said. “I might ask Jaejoong to come with me. He’s my lover, Mother. That’s not going to change. No matter what either of you do. Get back to me, please. I’ll see you then.”
Yunho bent to place Jae’s phone on the table next to their bed, sliding free from the mattress and closing the bedroom door. Pacing back to the other man, Yunho gripped his lover’s hips, moving his protesting body sideways before straddling Jaejoong’s body, trapping him on the feather comforter laid over their mattress.
Jae stared up with a petulant pout, his eyes caught on Yunho’s handsome face. His shoulders were supported by the bedding, his right arm held fast by their two hands intertwined against Jae’s waist. Snagging at Jae’s shirt with his teeth, Yunho yanked the hem upward, bending his head down to suck at the ring hidden in the dip of Jae’s stomach. The singer tugged at the back of Yunho’s head, his fingertips wrapped tight at his lover’s hair.
“Don’t do that. I’m angry at you, remember?” Jae reminded his lover. “Don’t get me sidetracked. We need to talk about…”
“How many times do you want me to say I’m sorry, Jaejoong?” Yunho glanced up from his feast of Jae’s stomach. “What do you want me to say to make this… better? To take away your anger?”
“I don’t know.” The singer hissed, leaning back further into the pillows Yunho dragged him onto. “I don’t… know! I’m not good at this.. thing between us. I don’t have answers. Hell, I probably endangered all of us with my stupid mouth then you call your parents, when you swore that you wouldn’t. I don’t like being the reason you have to compromise yourself. I don’t want to be the one who brings us all down.”
“We made a promise, Boo…” Yunho crawled up Jae’s stomach, lingering for a moment at the pierced nub still hidden beneath the cotton fabric, his mouth leaving a wide wet swath over the nipple. He continued up, Jae’s dark eyes following his progress until their noses touched. “You and I made a promise…to one another and to the others. I am never going to go back on that promise.”
“Do you see these rings, baby?” The leader pulled Jae’s hand up, the silver on their hands chiming as the metal circles struck one another. “This is the only promise that matters. I’ll break every vow I’ve ever made to keep this one intact. The rest of it, means nothing. Even the group means nothing compared to you. I’ve never loved before you. I don’t plan on loving anyone else. There is only you.”
“There is only you for me, Yunnie-ah.” Jae whispered, his body melting under Yunho’s insistent kiss. His body ached with desire and the trailing fingers on the inside of his thigh. “Yunnie, I think you’ve found what to say to me… to make it all better.”
Yoochun emerged from the shower with a towel draped over his head, his mind wandering to the mess Yunho’s father had dropped onto Jae’s lap. Stepping over a pair of Junsu’s shoes, he wasn’t prepared for the hand traveling up over the back of his thigh, skimming the bottom of the damp towel he’d wrapped around his waist. Jumping free from the touch with a startled yelp, Micky slammed his shin into the corner of his bed, peeling off a shred of skin on his naked leg.
“Junsu!” Micky grabbed at the towel at his hips, holding it in place as he tumbled onto the bed. The other towel fell to the floor, his hair left disheveled and sticking up from his head. “What are you doing?”
“Just seeing if you had on any underwear.” Junsu propped his chin against the rise of his palm. “But then right after I did that… I remembered that you wouldn’t have any because you were coming out of the shower.”
“That cold seems to have left you stupid.” Yoochun grumbled, digging for his clothes. “Let me get dressed…alone.”
“I’ll close my eyes.” The tenor squished his face closed, his grin widening as he slanted just a peek at the other young man.
There was a spot on Yoochun’s back that called to Junsu. Just at the breadth of where his hips tucked into the tightness of his spine. Junsu sometimes stared at that stretch of skin, wondering if the sheen on Yoochun’s flesh would taste different there than the tenderness of Chunnie’s jaw. Junsu intimately knew that aromatic masculinity, having brushed on the other’s body and inhaling the sweet promise of sex lingering there.
Junsu gave into his temptation, tucking his hands under his head and watching Yoochun get dressed. The singer’s legs were brushed with a fine hair, echoing the trail from his belly button down to the span of skin hidden from Junsu’s sight by a pair of black boxers.
“I thought you were supposed to have your eyes closed.” Yoochun said, turning to catch Junsu’s stare.
“I lied.” Junsu shrugged, giving Yoochun a sexy smile. Micky shook his head, exasperated by the other’s teasing. “Tell me what got you spun into yourself?”
“Aish.” Micky slid on his jeans, working the waistband up over the rise of his rear. One of his oldest pairs, he chose it for its comfort, the worn thin denim on his thighs sliding slick on his skin. “Yunnie’s father called JaeJae today. He didn’t get a chance to say much before Jaejoong hung up on him. He did have enough time to say that if Jae didn’t break up with Yunho, then he’ll pay for it.”
“Pffft.” Junsu snorted. “I’ll give up being Xiah just for the chance to punch that man in the mouth.”
”Do you mean that?” Yoochun sat down on the edge of his bed, his shirt dangling from his hands. “It might come to that if Yunho’s father does something.”
“I mean it.” The tenor sat up, his knees brushing on the outside of Yoochun’s legs. Rubbing at the nearly white patches on his friend’s thighs, Junsu said. “I do mean it, Chunnie. Some things… like friendship…or even, love… is worth everything. We can come back from anything anyone throws at us. We’ll make it as the five of us or not at all.”
“A few weeks ago, you were saying that you were focused only on…making it.” Yoochun dropped his eyes, ashamed at throwing Junsu’s words back into his face. “Now…”
“Now is different, Chunnie-ah.” Junsu nudged himself forward, working his fingers into Yoochun’s. “We said we were going change things, yes? I think that means I have to really stay focused on all five of us as a whole… and well, maybe making sure that you and I never… fall apart again.”
"So, this date thing.. we're going on one, yes?" Yoochun asked. "We're free tomorrow. We should do something."
"Agreed." Junsu nodded, feeling the choke of his words in his throat.
“I have to say something first, Chunnie.” Junsu stroked at his friend’s wrist, feeling the pulse of Yoochun’s life just under the pad of his thumb. “When I thought Hyukjae was interested in you… I wanted to take him apart.”
“Susu-ah!” Yoochun exclaimed, startled. “He’s…”
“He’s my oldest friend but you, Chunnie… it’s different with you.” Junsu admitted slowly. “I told you that. And I told him that. I just wanted to make sure that you understood that I meant it. It’s so different with you.”
Yoochun brought Junsu’s hand up to his mouth, kissing their meshed fingers. The barest touch of his lips held so much of Yoochun’s heart, passing the beat of his soul into Junsu’s flesh. The tenor clenched his fist tighter, holding the breath of a kiss into his palm, never wanting to let the other go.
“I know it.” Yoochun replied. “It’s different with you too. I do hold you inside of me, Susu-ah.”
“There’s no where else I’d rather hold you, Chunnie-ah.” Junsu brought his other hand over their clenched fists, pressing his mouth where Yoochun’s lips left a moist kiss, taking in their mingled tastes and holding it on his tongue. “No where else, Chunnie. No where else.”