Pairing: Yoosu (Jaeho)
Section Rating: R
Overall Rating: NC-17
i still hold ranalore responsible for this mess.
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; Twelve; Thirteen
Yunho leaned back into the couch, working the kinks out of his bare toes with a long stretch of his legs. His shoulder popped when he reached up with his arms, rolling his head until his neck cracked. Yoochun smiled at him as he passed, a friendly nod before disappearing into the back of the apartment. Junsu followed Micky a few seconds later, a stunned look on his face.
The tenor stopped short of the hallway, circling back into the main part of the room and collapsing onto the couch next to Yunho. Rubbing his hands through his hair, Junsu left a hedgehog mane sticking up above his temples, frustration clear in his eyes. Yunho debated ignoring the other singer but then sighed, taking up the mantle of leadership again.
“Did you hear any of that?” Junsu asked under his breath, wondering how much their leader knew.
“Junsu, I have just come home, later than the rest of you after doing an interview.” Yunho sighed, his head dimpling the sofa cushions. “I’ve not eaten and I’ve just found Jaejoong and Changmin tangled around each other in my bed giggling about something. I haven’t heard anything except for my stomach grumbling and my cock screaming that seeing Boo and Minnie-ah together was wrong but damned if I didn’t want to climb into bed with them. So no, I probably wasn’t paying much attention to what you and Chunnie-ah were saying.”
“Does Jaejoong ever piss you off?” Junsu slanted a questioning look under his lashes at the other man, hearing Yunho sigh heavily.
“And now, you ask a question you know the answer to. Of course he pisses me off, I'm in love with him. He's supposed to piss me off.” Yunho turned his head, staring hard at the tenor. “What’s on your mind, Susu-ah?”
“You know about Yoochun and I, yes?” The young man glanced at the other, smiling when Yunho rubbed the weariness on his face. “I can see you do.”
“It’s hard not to notice the two of you making cow-eyes at each other across the dinner table each night.” Yunho replied. “I gave up being blind after I ended up with Jaejoong. He makes things look a lot clearer, if you would believe it. Talk to me, Junsu.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing with Yoochun.” Junsu said, staring at the tremble in his hands.
“Ah, you’re going to have to go to someone else for that kind of advice.” Yunho shook off the conversation with a wave of his hands. His mind screamed silently at the thought of Junsu and Yoochun tangled into sheets, their bodies melded together. Shaking his head of the vision, he returned to the memory of Jaejoong and Changmin...immediately regretting letting his mind wander there as well. “Ask Jaejoong or see if he’ll take you down to his Auntie Scarlet.”
“Not that kind of doing, Yunnie-ah.” The tenor replied, disgust in his tone. “I know about that. Or at least enough to figure it out. I’m asking for help here.”
“Help with what, dongsaeng?” Yunho asked, herding the tired out of his brain to concentrate on what the other was saying. “What is bothering you about Yoochun?”
“He wants to... I’m not sure how to talk about this.” Junsu said. “Has Jae ever asked you to...switch positions with you?”
“I thought you had all of that information?” Yunho made a face. At Junsu’s exasperated sigh, he continued. “Yes, he sometimes... God, Junnie-ah, this is not something we should talk about. Sometimes he.. sits on my lap.”
“Okay.” Junsu shook his head, watching the red fill Yunho’s face. “I don’t mean that he’s... still uke. I mean has he ever asked to be...”
“The... let’s say ...dominant.” Yunho supplied cautiously. “You should be glad that I love you and think of you as a brother or we would never have this conversation. No. I’ve mentioned it...trying to see how he feels and if he wants to... do that. I don’t think he’s ready yet. I think he’s... afraid for some reason. I’m not that... I’m not enamoured by the idea. I’m not. I don’t think he is either. But I worry if he’s left... unfulfilled sometimes.”
“See, Yoochun doesn’t want have that kind of...” Junsu saw the twitch in Yunho’s eye, the leader wincing but letting the talk flow over him. “I don’t have anyone else to talk to about this, Yunnie-ah. I definitely don’t want to talk to Jaejoong about it. Everything that goes into Joongie’s ear also goes in Chunnie’s.”
“So you’re saying that Yoochun wants to give love as well as receive?” Yunho picked his words carefully, silently vowing to seek revenge on Jaejoong for falling in love with him and opening him up to conversations that made him uncomfortable. “Do you want... that?”
“I don’t know.” Junsu admitted. “I never really thought about it. But then the more that I think about it, the more used to I get to the idea.”
“Then why are you talking to me about it?” The young man sighed, patting at his empty belly. “Sounds like you know what you want and it’s the same as Yoochun. Whatever you do behind closed doors is... yours, Susu-ah. No one can tell you the right or wrong of your relationship.”
“For instance, I’m sure the people that know about me and Jaejoong put him as the ‘wife’ but neither one of us thinks of him like that.” Yunho traced out his thoughts. The idea of a subservient Jae made him grin, the wild-souled and fierce young man was not a demure spouse that agreed with everything he said. “Jae is a man. He’s made his own definition of what that is but make no mistake, he’s masculine. I’m never left with even the hint that I’m with a girl.”
“Where he lies when we have sex doesn’t determine who he is. It can’t. I’m in love with a man, for all the right and wrongs of that... Jaejoong is male.” Yunho jerked his head to the sounds of laughter coming from down the hall, Changmin’s burst of words lost under Jae’s husky voice asking Yunho if he wanted dinner. “He’s my soul... my partner. There isn’t a wife there. He’s as much of a husband as I can be to him. How we love... that’s between us.
“And right now, I am going to remove my very tired body and take care of my lover who I know hasn’t eaten yet. How you love... where you love... when you love Yoochun... you two decide that and enjoy it.” The leader stood, stepping around the coffee table. “Don’t let yourself get shoved into a role just because people can’t accept two men together. Be men, Junsu. That’s the only advice that I can give you.”
The movie theatre was nearly deserted, a spring downpour keeping people off of the streets. Tucked into an upper balcony, Junsu stretched his legs out, hooking his ankles over the seat in front of him. He’d slid the armrest between their seats up before he sat down, Yoochun following with a large carton of arare they’d purchased. Neither really cared which movie they saw, a small discussion finally leading them to a foreign film dubbed in Korean.
No one else came in besides them, and as the lights fell, Yoochun leaned over and rested his shoulder against Junsu, their heads canted towards one another while the opening sequence played. The chattering of dialogue distracted Yoochun back to the screen, his face turned in profile to the other. Junsu kept his eyes on Yoochun, seeing emotions play over the other’s features as the movie’s plot unfolded.
Junsu couldn’t tell when he saw the first tear well into Yoochun’s eye, a dramatic flare of music filling the cinema but he blinked at there was a sheen of silver waiting to fall. Enraptured by the story, Yoochun had leaned forward at some point, resting his shoulder against Junsu’s arm, fallen deep into the movie. The tear filled, swelling under the weight of Yoochun’s emotions, caught just at the edge of his long lashes.
Yoochun didn’t flinch when he felt Junsu’s tongue take a tentative lick at the corner of his eye, dabbing away the tear he knew had fallen. Nearly afraid to face the other, Yoochun dropped his gaze from the screen, waiting...anticipating for the next touch.
It came slowly as if Junsu were afraid of startling him, a wary approach to a sulking panther. The heat of Junsu’s fingertips on his chin lifted Micky’s head up, a challenge burning there. They’d played at this, a flirtation on the wrong side of serious for so long, neither was sure of what would ensue once they fell into the reality of touching one another. Junsu leaned in first, just brushing his lips against Yoochun’s, hoping the initial burst of fire in his belly would die down before it consumed him.
When he tasted Yoochun on his tongue, Junsu knew he was doomed to live in that fire forever.
Hyukjae never reached inside of Junsu with a single touch of his mouth. If he had, the tenor would have remembered that and more than likely would have been prepared for the sensation of passion flooding his mind when Yoochun touched at the seal of their lips with the edge of his tongue. The roughness of Yoochun’s hands barely skipped into Junsu’s awareness, the baritone sliding his palms along Junsu’s waist as he turned to face the tenor. The movie played on, a story forgotten in the storm riding the horizon of the two young men falling hard into the unknown.
Junsu ran his hands up Yoochun’s throat, his fingers pressed on the other’s jaw line, thumbs stroking at the corners of Micky’s mouth. A murmur of desire rumbled along the roof of Yoochun’s mouth, trapped between their kiss and filling Junsu’s spirit.
Yoochun turned his head, gulping at the taste of the young man he held in his hands. Another sip then dipping his tongue in deeper, feeling the ride of Junsu’s teeth on his lips as the other bit lightly, sucking on the nibble before releasing him. Junsu’s mouth roamed, finding the corner of Yoochun’s mouth, laving at the crest until Micky’s surrendering groan moved the other onto his next target, a nip of skin along Yoochun’s jaw.
Junsu’s hands moved into Micky’s hair, then palming the other’s chest before sliding to Yoochun’s back. The feel of Junsu’s jeans slicked Yoochun’s palms, the baritone finding the line of stitching at Junsu’s hips and tracing it down until he found the bend of the other’s legs. Skipping lightly over Junsu’s knees, Yoochun trailed the inseam back up, lightly brushing on the rise of Junsu’s thighs, a thickening gauge of his growing desire for Micky.
“Thank god no one else is in here.” Junsu stole another kiss, a light butterfly of affection from Yoochun’s parted lips. “I could... just... do this. Here and now. With you.”
“Me too.” Yoochun whispered. Resting his forehead against Junsu’s, he gasped, at a loss for air. “How the hell did Jaejoong survive this for weeks?”
“Do you think one of us is going to have to sleep on the couch?” Junsu took again, losing the rest of his thought in Yoochun’s mouth. Micky answered for him, a murmuring negative hum resonating on their tongues. Gasping, Junsu pulled away, taking deep gulps of cool air to calm his passions. “If we keep doing this...”
The lights flared up, the movie long since given the final gasp of its credits and the sounds of the cleaning crew coming into the theatre pulled the two young men apart. Yoochun felt at the swollen thrush of his mouth, Junsu’s teeth leaving a light dimple along his lower lip.
A young woman cheerfully greeted them with a wave, asking if they’d like the movie as Yoochun ducked his head to look for the package of nori rice crackers, forgotten and unopened. Junsu gave a short bow in thanks, nearly stumbling over the other man’s legs as they unraveled themselves from the theatre seats.
Their mouths welcomed the soft rush of rain from the night sky, pushing the heat of their bodies back under control. Yoochun turned into an alley, pressing his back against the red brick wall and inhaled deeply. Junsu followed, standing in front of Yoochun, just out of arms’ reach. Micky glanced up at the man who would be his lover, his desire warring with common sense.
“How are we going to do this, Junnie?” Yoochun begged, his body still curled around the passion Junsu evoked with a brush of his fingers. “How are we ever going to take this slow enough to satisfy either one of us and still... remain friends?”
“I don’t know.” Junsu admitted. The rain that fell on his face felt like tears, soft kisses of the heavens weeping at his stupidity in dancing too long around the young man before him. “I don’t want to let you go, Chun. I just don’t. I lost my mind when I threatened Hyukjae’s life just because he thought about taking you from me. And I never ever wanted to be that place... that jealous hot place that I see Yunho sit in but there I am, making a space right next to him and sharpening knives that I just discovered I owned.”
“What are you talking about?” Yoochun asked, tilting his head back to swallow some of the sprinkling coolness. His throat seized at the chill, unwilling to wash the taste of Junsu from his body.
“I know I don’t want anything to stand between us.” Junsu admitted softly, stepping in close to the other man, his hands riding low on Yoochun’s hips. They stood nearly level with one another, mouths within easy reach, hands touching as they spoke. The darkness hid them, a pool of light gleaming on the street to catch glimpses of cars as the vehicles splashed through the wet roads.
“I tore apart my guts when I saw Jaejoong on you, hearing him spill out his heart and then all I wanted to do was punch him instead of hold him. How wrong is that, Chunnie-ah? That I would hurt Jaejoong because of how I feel?” Junsu asked. “And turning to Hyuki-ah to tell him something I should have told you... that I feel so much for you and that I want you. I should have been honest with you about that and I wasn’t.”
“What do you want with us, Junnie-ah?” Yoochun cocked his head, making eye contact with the young man who straddled his thigh. They fit into one another, a sliding ease neither one of them questioned. “You keep saying one thing and then...saying another. You have me turned around most of the time with what you do and the words that come from your mouth. It’s a pretty mouth. I like that mouth. But it confuses me.”
“I have to say that I want... everything with you.” Junsu said. “I don’t want to share you with anyone. I don’t know if I ever would be able to watch you walk out of the door on a date with someone else. Seeing you cry in that movie... it hurt and then, it made me happy because I could kiss that tear away and make you smile.”
“You could always make me smile, Junnie-ah.” Yoochun reminded him. “We’re...friends.”
“We’re more than friends, Park Yoochun.” Junsu corrected him. “When we... were separated because of Yunho and Jaejoong’s stupidity, I hurt. It hurt me to know that you were sleeping too far away from me. The only thing that I had of you was a lavender bunny and I don’t think it can hold any more of my tears. I would wake up and find it soaked and all I could think about was... God, Chunnie-ah... my Yoochun has nothing to hold and soak up his tears. Because I hoped that you shed as many as I did. I pray to God you hurt as much as I did.”
“More, Junsu...much more.” Yoochun smiled, a beacon of moonlight in Junsu’s night. “I cry easier, remember?”
“I don’t want that, Yoochun.” Junsu swore, bringing himself closer to the other man, their hips running warm against one another. “I never ever want to be the reason you cry. Ever again.”
“We’re going to make one another cry.” Yoochun warned him. “Weeping comes with laughter. It’s how you know one from the other. I love you, Junsu. I can’t change that and it’s never going to be perfect. I think we both know that too.”
“I know. Please forgive me for being such an idiot and not saying this sooner.” Junsu pressed his mouth on Yoochun’s, wanting to feel the brush of the other’s body warm on him as he whispered something he never thought he would ever say to another human being. “I love you too, Yoochun...very much.”