[Fic] Falling (Stupid for You) : 19/19
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lotus_beautyTitle: Falling (Stupid for You)
Author: LotusBeauty
Type: Multi-chapter
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: JaeSu (among others), bff!JaeChun
Genre: AU-college!fic, comedy, drama, fluff etc
Summary: see part 1 if you're curious
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, but a girl can dream through fiction.
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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18
19: in which endings always have new beginnings
The night before opening night of the play, Junsu’s nerves were on edge.
Jaejoong had been watching his boyfriend practice for weeks now, and knew how good the young man had gotten with his acting, and his singing was amazing to boot. The director repeatedly commented on how much better he got each day he practiced, which made him glow with pride for how hard he was working. And every time he visited Jaejoong’s place, if Jaejoong was busy, Micky would help Junsu with his lines. Despite all of his friends’ compliments and support, Junsu was still strung out on nerves.
As Jaejoong was finishing his homework Thursday night, he thought back to how well received the full dress rehearsal of the play was to the drama students from one of the local high schools that afternoon. Jaejoong had actually skipped his lunch break to see it. At the moment, he could also see Junsu in the reflection of his laptop, pacing back and forth behind him, muttering lines to himself as he went over everything in his head. Jaejoong shook his head at how the nerves made Junsu all twitchy and energetic. Also, a bit annoying because he would stop, scold himself, and say the line over and over to get it all correct, when the first time had been completely fine. Jaejoong sighed quietly as he finished off the rough draft of his report and uploaded it to the college website for perusal by his professor.
“Calm down,” he told Junsu, noting the sudden stop to the pacing. “You’ll be fine.”
“But, what if I choke?” Junsu whined and kept pacing as Jaejoong rolled his eyes. Maybe he should try a different tactic.
“Stop it, or I’ll make you stop,” he warned as he closed programs on his laptop.
“I’m sorry, I’m just so scared I’m going to screw something up and end up looking like an idiot onstage. I mean, what if I’m really a bad actor, and the director is only placating me because he likes my singing voice? That’s not horrible or anything, but I hate the thought of subjecting people to my bad acting if it’s just for my signing. Then they’d only want to hear me singing, and not even try the actin—”
Jaejoong stood suddenly and put a hand over Junsu’s mouth. “Now I’m going to have to make you stop. And besides, last year the director cast some guy as the lead in one of the other musicals because he thought the guy had potential. Turned out he was awful at acting, his singing was subpar, and he never learned the lines. He was constantly needing prompts from the other actors.” He smiled when Junsu sighed in relief, knowing how hard he’d been working. “You’ll be a hundred times better than him.”
“I didn’t mean to annoy you or anything. It’s just, I feel really comfortable when I’m around you, so it helps to calm me a little,” he said softly.
Jaejoong blinked in surprise at the admission, his heartbeat speeding up as it actually hit him what that meant. Somehow, he knew words wouldn’t work on Junsu, so he just leaned closer to capture his lips, drawing out the kiss as he brought a hand up to run his thumb over Junsu’s cheek.
“I wasn’t mad. Far from it,” he murmured against Junsu’s lips. “We just need to calm you down. A lot.”
Junsu frowned. “But how?”
Jaejoong grinned deviously. “What better way?” he whispered before stealing another kiss. Expending Junsu’s energy was now his top priority, and he didn’t want to go about it any other way. Jaejoong didn’t want Junsu to be unable to sleep, so he decided sacrificing his own body was necessary. Getting Junsu’s shirt off was easy enough, and so were his pants. He pushed Junsu down on his bed before he rid Junsu of his underwear as the young man complained halfheartedly. Jaejoong decidedly stripped his shirt off then and glanced down to Junsu’s eyes already roaming over him. He knew Junsu wouldn’t resist for much longer. With a smirk, he unbuttoned his pants and tugged the zipper down as he watched Junsu’s gaze flick to the movement. Not long at all.
Jaejoong tossed the rest of his clothing on the floor before crawling atop his lover to distract him from everything that was making him crazy. It wasn’t long before Junsu’s hands were roaming over him and he couldn’t help smiling into the kisses he gave up. The smile melted away with the kisses and Jaejoong had to hold Junsu down to keep him from trying to flip them. Not an easy task, but not too difficult.
Junsu whined when their lips parted and tried to push his weight again, but Jaejoong held him down.
“I do the work, you relax.” He grinned. “I’ll let you do whatever you want after the show.”
“Deal.” Junsu said immediately, and somewhere deep in Jaejoong’s mind, he knew it was probably a bad idea to accept.
“I’ll even give you a massage if you return it.” Jaejoong’s offer was again happily accepted, and he considered it a win as their lips met.
Jaejoong did his best to relax his lover, and it wasn’t too difficult with the suggestion he’d given. Much as he liked calming his tense lover, he didn’t like seeing Junsu so antsy. Though, it wasn’t so bad with Junsu’s hands roaming all over the place since he wasn’t allowed on top. As long as he got to hear Junsu’s voice echoing off the walls like that again, he didn’t mind at all. And he very much liked seeing Junsu laid out like a sunbathing cat, purring happily once they were finished.
With a smile, Jaejoong shifted to snuggle up against his now worn out lover, enjoying the big grin on Junsu’s lips before he stole a kiss.
“Better?” he asked with a nuzzle.
“Mmmnnh,” Junsu nodded and Jaejoong had to laugh, his chest fluttering at the response. He loved all the little things that Junsu did. He murmured the sentiment to Junsu who returned it happily before they kissed again.
“Now how about that massage?” Junsu asked when they broke apart and Jaejoong laughed.
“Brat,” he replied and stole another kiss. “Later.”
“What if I get nervous again?”
Jaejoong cast a look down and back up Junsu’s body. “Doubtful as you’re quite comfortable now. Just imagine yourself naked in front of the audience.”
Junsu’s laughter echoed as he clung to Jaejoong. “I thought I was supposed to imagine the audience in their underwear.”
“You can imagine me in my underwear,” Jaejoong suggested with a sincere nod.
“I’d rather have you naked, all to myself.”
Jaejoong grinned. “Now that, I can do.”
~*~
While the whole naked thing might have worked for Junsu (Jaejoong wasn’t sure, he never asked), the play still went off without a hitch. Friday night’s intermission had Jaejoong sneaking backstage to meet a very twitchy and nervous Junsu. Boa found it adorable and Jaejoong had a mind to tug him into the bathroom and give him head right then and there. He settled for practically shoving his tongue down Junsu’s throat in a dressing room, and that seemed to calm him relatively well. So did the sex after the show, but that was quick, and Jaejoong knew his agreement with Junsu wasn’t complete until after the entire weekend run.
The matinees on Saturday and Sunday went absolutely fine. A small lighting flub occurred on the Saturday evening performance, but unless one had been watching the rehearsals repeatedly, like Jaejoong, they didn’t even notice it. Sunday’s performance was spectacular, and as the cast had done it multiple times already, it was their best. Jaejoong could tell everyone on the cast and crew were all pretty close after the entire affair. The after party was evidence to that.
Sunday night, despite many people having classes the next morning, everyone showed up at a cast member’s home to celebrate the end of their performance. Everyone dressed their best, and the party didn’t really rage as it did endure. Everyone enjoyed themselves with talk and laughter, singing along to whatever music was playing in different areas, and Jaejoong wondered why he hadn’t gone to more of these before. Micky had dragged him to one or two, but maybe it was just more fun when you knew more of the crew. Junsu zipped from one conversation to another, chattering happily to anyone who would let him. Jaejoong did not stay glued to Junsu’s hip. Besides, he wasn’t some girlfriend to be dragged around, nor was Junsu. He was chatting with people he knew, and taking lots of pictures of the craziness going on.
Good thing alcohol was involved. And the buzz Jaejoong had going at the moment was quite nice.
How else was Micky carrying on a conversation with Kumi? Well, that might not all be alcohol, but it probably helped. He’d seen Kumi in the audience and had a sneaking suspicion she wasn’t there to see Junsu like all of the soccer fangirls. She even gave Micky a rose after the play was over and for some reason, that one rose outshone all of the bouquets on the gift table that Jaejoong knew were for Micky. Junsu got his fair amount of roses as well, but Jaejoong had kept his for later. He also had a few ideas up his sleeves, and by the spark he’d seen earlier in Junsu’s eyes, so did he.
Jaejoong wandered over and tugged on the slim, black tie around Micky’s neck. “Why do you always get these ones?”
“What’s wrong with it?” Micky pouted as he lifted it up and looked it over.
“I think it suits him,” Kumi said with a soft smile as she slipped it from his hand and put it back against Micky’s chest with a pat. Jaejoong didn’t miss the pleased blush on Micky’s face before he grinned and agreed.
“So do I get to gag this time when you get all lovey dovey in the apartment?” Jaejoong asked and then held his arms up to fend off Micky trying to hit him with his tie.
Across the room, they heard a sneeze and stopped to look over and see Yunho blowing his nose as Boa smiled in sympathy. Boa had gotten lucky and kept her cold at bay to perform without a problem. Yunho on the other hand… It seemed there was some truth about giving away a cold, and Yunho had to pay the price. But if he had a beautiful girl like Boa to take care of him, it didn’t seem like it mattered.
“Finally,” Micky muttered as Yunho and Boa held one another close and she kissed his cheek.
Jaejoong laughed and wandered away because he figured Micky and Kumi would be doing something similar soon enough. He made his way through a few rooms, pausing to chat with friends and classmates as he searched for Junsu. At one point he saw Keita and Changmin talking near the doors to the backyard deck, their heads leaned close together as the music was rather loud and that was probably the space in which they could hear each other. He waved as they waved back and continued his search.
He found Junsu standing outside talking to one of his classmates who was smoking. At Jaejoong’s beckon, Junsu happily retreated indoors, as the cold air wasn’t very inviting in the first place.
Once warm, Jaejoong put his lips to Junsu’s ear, “Wanna get out of here? I have something nice waiting for you.”
A smirk slid into place on Junsu’s lips. “Do you? Well, I mustn’t keep my biggest fan waiting,” he murmured back and went about saying goodbye to bow out as Jaejoong did the same. He made sure to make eye contact with Micky, who just grinned and held up his rose, knowing just what Jaejoong was doing.
Jaejoong made his way to Keita and tugged on his sleeve. “You done talking? I wanna get laid.”
Keita snorted as Changmin snickered. “Good thing I’m the one driving. How many did you have?”
“Enough to make this fun. I’ve got more at home,” Jaejoong told him with a grin and waggled his eyebrows for effect.
“I’ll be back once I take their drunk asses home,” Keita told Changmin. “Think up something else for when I get back.”
“Sure,” Changmin replied as Jaejoong tugged Keita away to meet up with Junsu at the door.
“Look! I found our designated driver!” Jaejoong chirped as they found Junsu holding out his coat. “Else wise, we’d be ruining a room in this place, or getting walked in on, and I think that’s probably a bad thing.” He grinned deviously as Junsu laughed.
“Just the way I like him—tipsy,” Junsu told Keita with a grin as they exited.
The car ride was boring but nice. Jaejoong snuggled up against Junsu in the backseat to keep warm in Keita’s car that had been sitting too long in the cold. Keita warned them not to soil his backseat, but Jaejoong rolled his eyes and complained that he didn’t want to have to strip so many layers off only to have to put them back on to get into his apartment. As if on cue, Keita stopped and informed them that they’d arrived.
With profuse thanks—and Keita telling them to get the hell out and go strip—the two stumbled out of the car and up the stairs to Jaejoong’s apartment. He dropped his keys trying to get the lock open, but that was only because Junsu started groping him. With a halfhearted smack to his boyfriend’s hand, Jaejoong retrieved his keys and finally got the door open. He pushed Junsu in before locking the door behind them and sighed in relief as he tossed his keys on the table next to the door.
“I thought we agreed, no public displays of affection!” Jaejoong admonished with a grin as Junsu helped him out of his coat.
“No one was looking,” Junsu replied and stole a kiss.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Jaejoong giggled as Junsu nibbled on his neck, managing to push him back to scold him. “No more until you get your presents!”
Junsu laughed and stepped back as Jaejoong escaped to grab his surprise . He returned and tapped Junsu’s nose with the rose he would have brought to the play had the huge bouquets not outshined it. “Because it’s tradition,” he told his boyfriend who took it with a smile and smelled it.
“I was feeling a bit sad that you hadn’t given me one,” he admitted and Jaejoong grinned.
“I wouldn’t forget,” he winked. “Some alcohol,” he continued as he held up a bottle of rum and Junsu raised an eyebrow. “To keep the night interesting. Aaaand…” He held a small box up.
The young man took it, unthreaded the red ribbon tied on the black box and pulled the cover off to grin deviously. “Why, Jaejoong. Are you proposing to me?” He looked positively devilish as he hooked his finger around the metal to hold up a pair of handcuffs.
“Proposing?” Jaejoong tried to look as innocent as possible, though he knew that was probably a losing battle.
“Though,” Junsu paused to pluck the rum from Jaejoong’s hand and hold it up with the handcuffs. “Seems like an indecent proposal to me,” he teased and Jaejoong fell forward to laugh against his shoulder.
“Leave it to you to bring the pun.” Jaejoong shook his head and stole another kiss. “Come on, the more indecent, the better.” He took the rum back and led Junsu away from the door. On their way, they stopped in the kitchen for a few shot glasses and then headed into Jaejoong’s room.
The two made themselves comfortable on the floor—Junsu sitting crosslegged, and Jaejoong straddling his lap. Junsu complained that they wouldn’t be able to fill the glasses when sitting so close, so with a pout, Jaejoong slid out of his lap. Junsu took the opportunity to swing around and sit behind Jaejoong to hug him close from behind.
“Cheater,” was all Jaejoong said to that. “So, how shall we do this?” he asked as he twirled the handcuffs around a finger.
Junsu snatched them off his finger. “I’ll keep those for now,” he replied and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek. “How’s your buzz?” he asked as Jaejoong opened the bottle and poured a shot out.
“Quite good. You?” He handed the glass to Junsu who downed it with one gulp as he hissed at the taste. This wouldn’t take long at all, Jaejoong decided and pulled his shirt loose from his pants to get more comfortable, also pulling his tie loose.
“Getting there,” Junsu replied as he handed the glass back and kissed Jaejoong’s ear to make him shiver slightly in response. He loved the way the alcohol made it feel even better. He also loved the feeling of Junsu’s fingertips sneaking up under his shirt to play along his abdomen. Pouring two more shots, he let Junsu go about unbuttoning his shirt for him. Less for him to worry about anyway.
“To private parties and indecent proposals,” he told Junsu as he handed him a glass. The two laughed as they touched the shot glasses together and then knocked them back. Jaejoong knew he could handle more, but he wasn’t sure what Junsu’s tolerance was, so he waited as his lover stripped him of his shirt. He reached up to rid himself of the tie that Junsu had left around his neck, but a hand over his wrist stopped him.
“That’s for later,” Junsu assured him and Jaejoong couldn’t help but grin and wonder just what was going to happen with it. “Commere, I have an idea,” Junsu told him and tugged him up by the tie. Not wanting to choke, Jaejoong chose to follow and obeyed when Junsu directed him to lay on the bed. He waited as Junsu grabbed the bottle of rum, then stared in surprise when Junsu poured a bit out onto his abdomen. Staying as still as he possibly could, Jaejoong tried his best not to moan as Junsu sucked the alcohol up from his belly button and licked his abs clean of the liquid. Junsu licked his lips and the sight went straight to Jaejoong’s cock. He needed to get these damn pants off. It was too bad Junsu had other ideas.
Setting the bottle aside, the young man crawled atop Jaejoong and licked his way up Jaejoong’s chest. Jaejoong let their fingers thread together as Junsu continued up to capture his lips, his arms reaching up above his head as Junsu lie flush against him, the body heat making him shiver.
Then he heard it—the snap—and then the cool metal resting around his wrist as he heard it again and felt it on his other wrist. He pulled back from the kiss in surprise as it hit him just what had happened. The devious grin on Junsu’s lips had Jaejoong turning his head up to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. There were his hands, trapped by the handcuffs, which were hooked around one of the slats in the headboard of his bed. If he hadn’t been so damn drunk, he would have seen this coming! But the thought seemed so insignificant when Junsu’s lips attached to his neck and began to nip and suck. He whimpered at the feeling and tugged on the handcuffs.
“Evil,” he managed as Junsu’s hand rubbed him through his pants, lips still attached to his neck.
“Maybe a little,” Junsu answered finally then kissed the red spot he’d obviously just made on Jaejoong’s neck. “One of many,” he murmured and Jaejoong bit back a moan at the promise. He watched in surprise as Junsu then pulled his tie off and smiled. “You trust me, right?”
“I have a feeling I’m going to have to,” Jaejoong teased.
“I mean it,” Junsu said softly as he leaned closer. “Do you trust me?”
“Or course.” Jaejoong frowned. “Why the questions?” He watched in surprise as Junsu laid the tie over his eyes, then lifted his head so that his lover could knot it in the back. “Oh, so this is how the night is going to go?” A chuckle echoed in the room as he felt a hand in one of his. He squeezed it. “I trust you.”
“Good,” came the quiet reply as Junsu’s weight left the bed, and all Jaejoong could hear was shuffling and then his bedside table drawer opening. The anticipation made him bite his lip and squirm, wishing his damn pants were off already. “Regretting your promise?” Junsu asked as the bed shifted again and Jaejoong felt Junsu lay flush against him, quite sure that Junsu was naked atop him and annoyed that his own pants were still on.
“Never,” he answered with a grin. “I did say whatever you want, didn’t I? I’m curious as to what you have planned.” And he was. Especially when Junsu didn’t answer, but kissed him instead. It made him tug on the handcuffs, which in turn made the chain clink as he moved. Junsu cut the kiss short with a giggle (that Jaejoong expected), and shifted down as he pressed kisses down Jaejoong’s neck. He sighed contented when Junsu’s lips attached to his neck and he assumed another dark red spot would end up there. He liked this not having to do any work, and let Junsu take control as he went about testing Jaejoong’s endurance and everything else that came with it. Like his nipple piercing, making Jaejoong gasp in surprise when Junsu’s teeth tugged on it.
“Why only one?” Junsu asked before he slid his tongue over the nub then around the barbell.
Jaejoong went rigid and tried to think of an answer before he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Didn’t have enough money at the time, and Micky dared me. And I didn’t want a Prince Albert.” He could almost feel Junsu raising an eyebrow in amusement, but it was the truth.
Junsu then attached his lips to the skin over Jaejoong’s heart. Jaejoong had a feeling he’d be counting these spots in the mirror come morning, and Junsu would probably watch over his shoulder, proud of himself. Listening as Junsu moved, he felt a nose touch his abdomen as Junsu breathed in.
“You smell like rum.” He placed a kiss on Jaejoong’s navel, making the young man’s lips curl up in a smirk. He wondered if he tasted like rum too.
Junsu took up a completely different position then, laying against Jaejoong’s side as his fingertips ran up the middle of Jaejoong’s chest. Jaejoong didn’t even get to ask why he moved when Junsu pressed a kiss to his ear and palmed him through his pants. He let out a hum low in his throat, hips moving up slightly into the teasing touch.
A line of slow kisses were pressed along his jaw as he felt Junsu’s free hand undoing his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. His lover got them down to his knees before he gave up on them, and Jaejoong didn’t have the patience to bother with trying to kick them off. Not when Junsu’s fingertips were teasing up his inner thighs and right up the underside of his cock. He let out a shuddered sigh as Junsu hummed against his ear. As much as he liked seeing, concentrating on Junsu’s touch and the sounds he made were much more of a turn on.
Junsu’s hand disappeared as he whispered something dirty in Jaejoong’s ear, making him grin. The grin melted away though, when Junsu’s hand wrapped around his cock, deliciously slick as he slid his hand slowly, up and down. He bit his lip and moaned quietly, not ready for the sudden touch, but more than happy to accept it. He’d been expecting more teasing, but this was just as good. Junsu’s tongue traced around the edge of his ear and he gasped, his hands gripping the headboard tightly as the tongue worked inward. Jaejoong’s ears may not have been as sensitive as Junsu’s, but they were pretty damn sensitive the way they were, and he knew just the way to turn his head to get Junsu to move where he wanted.
He grew a bit impatient when Junsu nuzzled his neck, and turned to capture his lovers lips. It was then he realized that the pace of Junsu’s hand had barely sped up, keeping a steady pace as he moved his arm. When the kiss ended, he hummed encouragingly and rolled his hips upward only to feel a smile against his cheek and the speed of Junsu’s hand slowing. Jaejoong whimpered in response, trying to move for more friction, but Junsu’s leg held his hips down.
And that’s when he noticed it—Junsu hard against his upper thigh, rolling his hips to the movement of his hand on Jaejoong. Licking his lips, Jaejoong gently rolled his hips to the side to feel Junsu tense against him with a soft moan before replying with a thrust of his own. Junsu’s hand returned its previous momentum and Jaejoong let out a sigh of contentment as he felt pleasure building up low in his spine. His toes curled as the husky tones of Junsu’s moans wove around his ear and he forced himself to keep his hips from bucking up impatiently.
Turning his head, Jaejoong caught his lover’s lips again, desperate for more. He let a curse slip when the kiss ended and heard Junsu’s soft moan against his lips. Fasterfasterfaster, he encouraged Junsu, who only shook his head and kept the pace as he said No, and Jaejoong could only moan in response. Junsu’s breath hitched in his ear and he felt Junsu roll his hips in a slightly different motion, which only made Jaejoong’s hips jerk in response. He could feel it, all of the need building up inside, but it wasn’t going fast enough.
Then Junsu’s teeth nibbled over his neck, going all the way up to his ear and the feeling went straight to his cock. He let out a moan as Junsu’s teeth tugged at his earlobe before another velvety moan escaped his lover.
“Jaejoong.”
Junsu’s breathy voice in his ear only made him whimper in response because, damnit he was so close, right on the edge of it all.
“Come for me.”
That was it—his lover’s name spilled over his lips as it hit, pleasure rushing from his ear down his spine as his head pressed back into the pillow and his mouth dropped open at the feeling. He spilled himself onto his stomach, Junsu’s hand still moving at the same pace, moaning something into his ear. Jaejoong didn’t hear it, as he himself was moaning from the shudders of pleasure that ran through him, knowing Junsu was still hard and digging into his thigh. It was tough to come down off of that high, especially when Junsu’s hand very slowly came to a stop and rested at the base of his sensitive skin.
Junsu’s breath slipped into his ear and made Jaejoong shiver suddenly in response. He felt Junsu’s hips jerk against him as he cut off a whimper. Jaejoong knew how difficult it had to be to feel every little move he was making and then suddenly come to a complete stop. The chain on the handcuffs rattled as Jaejoong tugged on them, wanting to help his lover along, despite really not wanting to move. Unable to call up any energy, Jaejoong let his arms fall against the pillows and turned his head to coax a kiss from Junsu, who complied wholeheartedly.
Junsu’s hand finally left his cock and Jaejoong felt a finger run through the wetness on his abdomen, and then heard the familiar sound of someone sucking on something before the soft smack of Junsu’s lips. That was a whole lot hotter than he wanted to admit.
Junsu panted against his neck for a moment before he reached up to free Jaejoong’s left wrist, cuffing the free side around the headboard. At least he had the sense to make Jaejoong work for it. Junsu caught his hand put something in it and Jaejoong smirked when he moved his fingers against his palm to feel the slick lube applied. Without missing a beat, he reached down to grip his lover’s cock, using the same pace that had been used on him. And the moan that spilled from Junsu’s lips was as amazing as ever. His hips rocked slightly against Jaejoong as he jerked his lover off, but he didn’t care with all of the amazing noises Junsu was making in his ear. Every little gasp, sigh and whimper were his to hear and coax out with every move of his fingers.
When Junsu’s fingers had Jaejoong’s opposite hip in a death grip, he knew Junsu was close. Jaejoong shifted his head, pushing the blindfold up so that he could see—see Junsu. One little twist of his wrist, and a few dirty words in Junsu’s ear and the young man’s body stiffened with a gasp before he shuddered and was coming over Jaejoong’s hand, adding to the mess on his stomach. The moan he made though, sounded amazing as it echoed off of the walls. Jaejoong had to wonder how jealous his neighbors were if they could hear it.
“God, you look amazing when you come like that,” Jaejoong teased and Junsu opened an eye to look up at the one Jaejoong had freed.
“Cheater,” Junsu accused, but kissed Jaejoong’s shoulder all the same. “Not uncuffing you for that.”
Jaejoong grinned. “Totally worth it.”
Once they were rested, Junsu snuck out of the room as Jaejoong managed to reach tissues to wipe his hand and paused as Junsu reappeared with water. Jaejoong happily accepted with his one free hand as Junsu cleaned his belly. The two then talked the tiredness away as Jaejoong noticed the rum sitting forlornly on the carpet. They hadn’t even gotten halfway through it. Junsu complained it was probably a bad idea to keep drinking after sex, but Jaejoong suggested it would probably make him more agreeable to any ideas.
“You’re agreeable to anything as long as it’s sex!” Junsu teased with a snort, but took a shot regardless. He did comment after that how he liked sitting in Jaejoong’s lap.
The two were up until at least 4am that night, doing all of the depraved things many would say they shouldn’t be doing. Jaejoong definitely remembered that the next position had him handcuffed to the headboard, on his hands and knees, but after that was more of a blur, since he refused to let the alcohol to go waste. Junsu might have been in his lap after that, he wasn’t sure. He would have a mighty hangover in the morning, but damn if it wasn’t a proper price to pay for all the pleasure, he didn’t know what was.
When he did crack his eyes open, it was after he’d adjusted to being awake with a pounding headache. Oh, the wonders of being dehydrated. But the headache took a backseat to a completely passed out and gone Junsu in his arms. He smiled in spite of himself and closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth of his lover against him. It was much dozing and a few hours later before the two left sleep behind to talk quietly, and then finally got up.
“I’m pretty sure I missed all of my classes,” he muttered as he scratched his head and pulled his glasses on.
“You look awful,” Junsu told him as he sat up beside him, grinning.
Jaejoong eyed him suspiciously.
“But still gorgeous,” he added.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and yawned. “You look hung over.”
“As to be expected,” Junsu nodded and rubbed his temples with a sigh. “You shouldn’t have let me drink those extra shots.”
“We finished most of it.” He grinned before his head pounded.
“Time for water and food,” Junsu announced and got out of the bed.
“Good plan,” he replied and stretched.
Junsu glanced back as Jaejoong smiled, and then promptly faceplanted into the floor. Jaejoong blinked in surprise.
“Shit, are you okay?” He pulled the blankets back and slipped from his bed to kneel on the floor as Junsu sat up. “Did you hit your head?”
“Kinda,” Junsu rubbed the side of his head as Jaejoong inspected it. He smiled sheepishly when Jaejoong found nothing wrong. The two chuckled quietly and Jaejoong kissed the temple on that side of his head.
“I’m supposed to be the klutz.” He smiled and kissed Junsu’s lips. “But you know, I have this odd feeling we’re just going to keep falling,” he teased.
“That’s all right. I don’t mind falling, as long as it’s for you.” Junsu grinned mischievously.
Jaejoong pushed him playfully. “Sap,” he grumbled, trying not to smile and let Junsu kiss him.
As he slid into Junsu’s lap, warm arms wrapping around him, he realized he didn’t mind either.
~***~
Changmin leaned sleepily on the register in the Starbucks and stared at the door. Maybe a shot or two of caffeine would be a good idea. He’d been here for a few hours and while he’d assumed he would wake up not long after his shift started, he was still completely out of it because of staying up so late the night before.
While he had managed to get a ride home out of Keita, he’d royally failed at being bold and stealing a kiss. Stupid, he muttered to himself and told his coworker it was nothing when she asked what he said.
At least he wasn’t alone. His cohorts from the night before were now chatting in various places all over the café. Kumi and Micky were over by the window chatting—finally. Micky was too incoherent and couldn’t order his drink earlier due to his lack of sleep. Changmin had thought it cute when Kumi had scratched the back of his head with her nails, ordering for the both of them as Micky melted at the touch. Yunho and Boa were laughing about something or other before Yunho sneezed and she laughed at him for it.
Changmin then glanced over to his favorite couple—Jaejoong and Junsu.
He didn’t know why, but while the others were good together, for some reason Changmin thought these two were perfect for one another. They sat off in the darker corner, as it seemed they liked some privacy. From what he could tell, they didn’t like public displays of affection. They’d also never hidden their feelings from one another. The other couples could do well to learn from them. Hell, maybe he should take some pointers. Like for instance, how to get a guy that you obviously like, that likes you and… Changmin sighed. It was easy to help other people. Why was it so difficult to do it yourself?
Because it scared the shit out of him.
He gazed wistfully as the two watched something on Jaejoong’s laptop (he wondered if Junsu’s was broken again) and noticed Junsu’s hand touch and hold Jaejoong’s under the table. So cute, he might barf. Still, there was something there to be envied.
Yep, everyone had already been in—except Keita.
With a yawn, Changmin turned around to shut the drip coffee alarm off and remake it. When he turned back to the counter, he saw the devil himself walking in the doors. Well, dragging his feet anyway.
“Morning,” Keita muttered. “Uh, I mean, afternoon.”
Changmin steeled himself. Now or never, he decided. He leaned over the counter, grabbed Keita by the back of the neck and planted a kiss on his lips. He was surprised when Keita kissed him back, but too happy to stop. When he finally pulled back and let go, Keita stood back in a daze, eyes wide. Changmin glanced over to see Jaejoong and Junsu staring at him in amazement before Jaejoong said something to Junsu that distinctly looked like I told you, and they both grinned. Micky’s jaw was on the floor, though Kumi was oblivious as her back was to him. Yunho and Boa were too absorbed in each other to even notice. And Keita?
Keita was grinning like there was no tomorrow.
“Nice greeting,” he said finally, and Changmin felt his ears burn, but smiled in spite of himself. “Can we try that again? I’m not sure I got all of that.”
Stupid, Changmin thought as he leaned over the counter and kissed Keita properly this time, enjoying the feel of Keita’s lips, and the warm hand on the back of his neck.
Stupid for you.
~***~
well now ^_^ how was that series of mindless fluff? XD comments are ♥
so next up is gravity. this isn't fluff at all, its full of angst and pain, and i haven't written anything like it before. i hope people won't hate it, but i honestly had to get into the right headspace to even write it. i just hope the point of view comes across as honest. working on it right now actually, so hopefully i'll start posting it soon, and it'll probably be on a weekly schedule like the last two were. thanks for reading!
Author: LotusBeauty
Type: Multi-chapter
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: JaeSu (among others), bff!JaeChun
Genre: AU-college!fic, comedy, drama, fluff etc
Summary: see part 1 if you're curious
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, but a girl can dream through fiction.
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19: in which endings always have new beginnings
The night before opening night of the play, Junsu’s nerves were on edge.
Jaejoong had been watching his boyfriend practice for weeks now, and knew how good the young man had gotten with his acting, and his singing was amazing to boot. The director repeatedly commented on how much better he got each day he practiced, which made him glow with pride for how hard he was working. And every time he visited Jaejoong’s place, if Jaejoong was busy, Micky would help Junsu with his lines. Despite all of his friends’ compliments and support, Junsu was still strung out on nerves.
As Jaejoong was finishing his homework Thursday night, he thought back to how well received the full dress rehearsal of the play was to the drama students from one of the local high schools that afternoon. Jaejoong had actually skipped his lunch break to see it. At the moment, he could also see Junsu in the reflection of his laptop, pacing back and forth behind him, muttering lines to himself as he went over everything in his head. Jaejoong shook his head at how the nerves made Junsu all twitchy and energetic. Also, a bit annoying because he would stop, scold himself, and say the line over and over to get it all correct, when the first time had been completely fine. Jaejoong sighed quietly as he finished off the rough draft of his report and uploaded it to the college website for perusal by his professor.
“Calm down,” he told Junsu, noting the sudden stop to the pacing. “You’ll be fine.”
“But, what if I choke?” Junsu whined and kept pacing as Jaejoong rolled his eyes. Maybe he should try a different tactic.
“Stop it, or I’ll make you stop,” he warned as he closed programs on his laptop.
“I’m sorry, I’m just so scared I’m going to screw something up and end up looking like an idiot onstage. I mean, what if I’m really a bad actor, and the director is only placating me because he likes my singing voice? That’s not horrible or anything, but I hate the thought of subjecting people to my bad acting if it’s just for my signing. Then they’d only want to hear me singing, and not even try the actin—”
Jaejoong stood suddenly and put a hand over Junsu’s mouth. “Now I’m going to have to make you stop. And besides, last year the director cast some guy as the lead in one of the other musicals because he thought the guy had potential. Turned out he was awful at acting, his singing was subpar, and he never learned the lines. He was constantly needing prompts from the other actors.” He smiled when Junsu sighed in relief, knowing how hard he’d been working. “You’ll be a hundred times better than him.”
“I didn’t mean to annoy you or anything. It’s just, I feel really comfortable when I’m around you, so it helps to calm me a little,” he said softly.
Jaejoong blinked in surprise at the admission, his heartbeat speeding up as it actually hit him what that meant. Somehow, he knew words wouldn’t work on Junsu, so he just leaned closer to capture his lips, drawing out the kiss as he brought a hand up to run his thumb over Junsu’s cheek.
“I wasn’t mad. Far from it,” he murmured against Junsu’s lips. “We just need to calm you down. A lot.”
Junsu frowned. “But how?”
Jaejoong grinned deviously. “What better way?” he whispered before stealing another kiss. Expending Junsu’s energy was now his top priority, and he didn’t want to go about it any other way. Jaejoong didn’t want Junsu to be unable to sleep, so he decided sacrificing his own body was necessary. Getting Junsu’s shirt off was easy enough, and so were his pants. He pushed Junsu down on his bed before he rid Junsu of his underwear as the young man complained halfheartedly. Jaejoong decidedly stripped his shirt off then and glanced down to Junsu’s eyes already roaming over him. He knew Junsu wouldn’t resist for much longer. With a smirk, he unbuttoned his pants and tugged the zipper down as he watched Junsu’s gaze flick to the movement. Not long at all.
Jaejoong tossed the rest of his clothing on the floor before crawling atop his lover to distract him from everything that was making him crazy. It wasn’t long before Junsu’s hands were roaming over him and he couldn’t help smiling into the kisses he gave up. The smile melted away with the kisses and Jaejoong had to hold Junsu down to keep him from trying to flip them. Not an easy task, but not too difficult.
Junsu whined when their lips parted and tried to push his weight again, but Jaejoong held him down.
“I do the work, you relax.” He grinned. “I’ll let you do whatever you want after the show.”
“Deal.” Junsu said immediately, and somewhere deep in Jaejoong’s mind, he knew it was probably a bad idea to accept.
“I’ll even give you a massage if you return it.” Jaejoong’s offer was again happily accepted, and he considered it a win as their lips met.
Jaejoong did his best to relax his lover, and it wasn’t too difficult with the suggestion he’d given. Much as he liked calming his tense lover, he didn’t like seeing Junsu so antsy. Though, it wasn’t so bad with Junsu’s hands roaming all over the place since he wasn’t allowed on top. As long as he got to hear Junsu’s voice echoing off the walls like that again, he didn’t mind at all. And he very much liked seeing Junsu laid out like a sunbathing cat, purring happily once they were finished.
With a smile, Jaejoong shifted to snuggle up against his now worn out lover, enjoying the big grin on Junsu’s lips before he stole a kiss.
“Better?” he asked with a nuzzle.
“Mmmnnh,” Junsu nodded and Jaejoong had to laugh, his chest fluttering at the response. He loved all the little things that Junsu did. He murmured the sentiment to Junsu who returned it happily before they kissed again.
“Now how about that massage?” Junsu asked when they broke apart and Jaejoong laughed.
“Brat,” he replied and stole another kiss. “Later.”
“What if I get nervous again?”
Jaejoong cast a look down and back up Junsu’s body. “Doubtful as you’re quite comfortable now. Just imagine yourself naked in front of the audience.”
Junsu’s laughter echoed as he clung to Jaejoong. “I thought I was supposed to imagine the audience in their underwear.”
“You can imagine me in my underwear,” Jaejoong suggested with a sincere nod.
“I’d rather have you naked, all to myself.”
Jaejoong grinned. “Now that, I can do.”
~*~
While the whole naked thing might have worked for Junsu (Jaejoong wasn’t sure, he never asked), the play still went off without a hitch. Friday night’s intermission had Jaejoong sneaking backstage to meet a very twitchy and nervous Junsu. Boa found it adorable and Jaejoong had a mind to tug him into the bathroom and give him head right then and there. He settled for practically shoving his tongue down Junsu’s throat in a dressing room, and that seemed to calm him relatively well. So did the sex after the show, but that was quick, and Jaejoong knew his agreement with Junsu wasn’t complete until after the entire weekend run.
The matinees on Saturday and Sunday went absolutely fine. A small lighting flub occurred on the Saturday evening performance, but unless one had been watching the rehearsals repeatedly, like Jaejoong, they didn’t even notice it. Sunday’s performance was spectacular, and as the cast had done it multiple times already, it was their best. Jaejoong could tell everyone on the cast and crew were all pretty close after the entire affair. The after party was evidence to that.
Sunday night, despite many people having classes the next morning, everyone showed up at a cast member’s home to celebrate the end of their performance. Everyone dressed their best, and the party didn’t really rage as it did endure. Everyone enjoyed themselves with talk and laughter, singing along to whatever music was playing in different areas, and Jaejoong wondered why he hadn’t gone to more of these before. Micky had dragged him to one or two, but maybe it was just more fun when you knew more of the crew. Junsu zipped from one conversation to another, chattering happily to anyone who would let him. Jaejoong did not stay glued to Junsu’s hip. Besides, he wasn’t some girlfriend to be dragged around, nor was Junsu. He was chatting with people he knew, and taking lots of pictures of the craziness going on.
Good thing alcohol was involved. And the buzz Jaejoong had going at the moment was quite nice.
How else was Micky carrying on a conversation with Kumi? Well, that might not all be alcohol, but it probably helped. He’d seen Kumi in the audience and had a sneaking suspicion she wasn’t there to see Junsu like all of the soccer fangirls. She even gave Micky a rose after the play was over and for some reason, that one rose outshone all of the bouquets on the gift table that Jaejoong knew were for Micky. Junsu got his fair amount of roses as well, but Jaejoong had kept his for later. He also had a few ideas up his sleeves, and by the spark he’d seen earlier in Junsu’s eyes, so did he.
Jaejoong wandered over and tugged on the slim, black tie around Micky’s neck. “Why do you always get these ones?”
“What’s wrong with it?” Micky pouted as he lifted it up and looked it over.
“I think it suits him,” Kumi said with a soft smile as she slipped it from his hand and put it back against Micky’s chest with a pat. Jaejoong didn’t miss the pleased blush on Micky’s face before he grinned and agreed.
“So do I get to gag this time when you get all lovey dovey in the apartment?” Jaejoong asked and then held his arms up to fend off Micky trying to hit him with his tie.
Across the room, they heard a sneeze and stopped to look over and see Yunho blowing his nose as Boa smiled in sympathy. Boa had gotten lucky and kept her cold at bay to perform without a problem. Yunho on the other hand… It seemed there was some truth about giving away a cold, and Yunho had to pay the price. But if he had a beautiful girl like Boa to take care of him, it didn’t seem like it mattered.
“Finally,” Micky muttered as Yunho and Boa held one another close and she kissed his cheek.
Jaejoong laughed and wandered away because he figured Micky and Kumi would be doing something similar soon enough. He made his way through a few rooms, pausing to chat with friends and classmates as he searched for Junsu. At one point he saw Keita and Changmin talking near the doors to the backyard deck, their heads leaned close together as the music was rather loud and that was probably the space in which they could hear each other. He waved as they waved back and continued his search.
He found Junsu standing outside talking to one of his classmates who was smoking. At Jaejoong’s beckon, Junsu happily retreated indoors, as the cold air wasn’t very inviting in the first place.
Once warm, Jaejoong put his lips to Junsu’s ear, “Wanna get out of here? I have something nice waiting for you.”
A smirk slid into place on Junsu’s lips. “Do you? Well, I mustn’t keep my biggest fan waiting,” he murmured back and went about saying goodbye to bow out as Jaejoong did the same. He made sure to make eye contact with Micky, who just grinned and held up his rose, knowing just what Jaejoong was doing.
Jaejoong made his way to Keita and tugged on his sleeve. “You done talking? I wanna get laid.”
Keita snorted as Changmin snickered. “Good thing I’m the one driving. How many did you have?”
“Enough to make this fun. I’ve got more at home,” Jaejoong told him with a grin and waggled his eyebrows for effect.
“I’ll be back once I take their drunk asses home,” Keita told Changmin. “Think up something else for when I get back.”
“Sure,” Changmin replied as Jaejoong tugged Keita away to meet up with Junsu at the door.
“Look! I found our designated driver!” Jaejoong chirped as they found Junsu holding out his coat. “Else wise, we’d be ruining a room in this place, or getting walked in on, and I think that’s probably a bad thing.” He grinned deviously as Junsu laughed.
“Just the way I like him—tipsy,” Junsu told Keita with a grin as they exited.
The car ride was boring but nice. Jaejoong snuggled up against Junsu in the backseat to keep warm in Keita’s car that had been sitting too long in the cold. Keita warned them not to soil his backseat, but Jaejoong rolled his eyes and complained that he didn’t want to have to strip so many layers off only to have to put them back on to get into his apartment. As if on cue, Keita stopped and informed them that they’d arrived.
With profuse thanks—and Keita telling them to get the hell out and go strip—the two stumbled out of the car and up the stairs to Jaejoong’s apartment. He dropped his keys trying to get the lock open, but that was only because Junsu started groping him. With a halfhearted smack to his boyfriend’s hand, Jaejoong retrieved his keys and finally got the door open. He pushed Junsu in before locking the door behind them and sighed in relief as he tossed his keys on the table next to the door.
“I thought we agreed, no public displays of affection!” Jaejoong admonished with a grin as Junsu helped him out of his coat.
“No one was looking,” Junsu replied and stole a kiss.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Jaejoong giggled as Junsu nibbled on his neck, managing to push him back to scold him. “No more until you get your presents!”
Junsu laughed and stepped back as Jaejoong escaped to grab his surprise . He returned and tapped Junsu’s nose with the rose he would have brought to the play had the huge bouquets not outshined it. “Because it’s tradition,” he told his boyfriend who took it with a smile and smelled it.
“I was feeling a bit sad that you hadn’t given me one,” he admitted and Jaejoong grinned.
“I wouldn’t forget,” he winked. “Some alcohol,” he continued as he held up a bottle of rum and Junsu raised an eyebrow. “To keep the night interesting. Aaaand…” He held a small box up.
The young man took it, unthreaded the red ribbon tied on the black box and pulled the cover off to grin deviously. “Why, Jaejoong. Are you proposing to me?” He looked positively devilish as he hooked his finger around the metal to hold up a pair of handcuffs.
“Proposing?” Jaejoong tried to look as innocent as possible, though he knew that was probably a losing battle.
“Though,” Junsu paused to pluck the rum from Jaejoong’s hand and hold it up with the handcuffs. “Seems like an indecent proposal to me,” he teased and Jaejoong fell forward to laugh against his shoulder.
“Leave it to you to bring the pun.” Jaejoong shook his head and stole another kiss. “Come on, the more indecent, the better.” He took the rum back and led Junsu away from the door. On their way, they stopped in the kitchen for a few shot glasses and then headed into Jaejoong’s room.
The two made themselves comfortable on the floor—Junsu sitting crosslegged, and Jaejoong straddling his lap. Junsu complained that they wouldn’t be able to fill the glasses when sitting so close, so with a pout, Jaejoong slid out of his lap. Junsu took the opportunity to swing around and sit behind Jaejoong to hug him close from behind.
“Cheater,” was all Jaejoong said to that. “So, how shall we do this?” he asked as he twirled the handcuffs around a finger.
Junsu snatched them off his finger. “I’ll keep those for now,” he replied and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek. “How’s your buzz?” he asked as Jaejoong opened the bottle and poured a shot out.
“Quite good. You?” He handed the glass to Junsu who downed it with one gulp as he hissed at the taste. This wouldn’t take long at all, Jaejoong decided and pulled his shirt loose from his pants to get more comfortable, also pulling his tie loose.
“Getting there,” Junsu replied as he handed the glass back and kissed Jaejoong’s ear to make him shiver slightly in response. He loved the way the alcohol made it feel even better. He also loved the feeling of Junsu’s fingertips sneaking up under his shirt to play along his abdomen. Pouring two more shots, he let Junsu go about unbuttoning his shirt for him. Less for him to worry about anyway.
“To private parties and indecent proposals,” he told Junsu as he handed him a glass. The two laughed as they touched the shot glasses together and then knocked them back. Jaejoong knew he could handle more, but he wasn’t sure what Junsu’s tolerance was, so he waited as his lover stripped him of his shirt. He reached up to rid himself of the tie that Junsu had left around his neck, but a hand over his wrist stopped him.
“That’s for later,” Junsu assured him and Jaejoong couldn’t help but grin and wonder just what was going to happen with it. “Commere, I have an idea,” Junsu told him and tugged him up by the tie. Not wanting to choke, Jaejoong chose to follow and obeyed when Junsu directed him to lay on the bed. He waited as Junsu grabbed the bottle of rum, then stared in surprise when Junsu poured a bit out onto his abdomen. Staying as still as he possibly could, Jaejoong tried his best not to moan as Junsu sucked the alcohol up from his belly button and licked his abs clean of the liquid. Junsu licked his lips and the sight went straight to Jaejoong’s cock. He needed to get these damn pants off. It was too bad Junsu had other ideas.
Setting the bottle aside, the young man crawled atop Jaejoong and licked his way up Jaejoong’s chest. Jaejoong let their fingers thread together as Junsu continued up to capture his lips, his arms reaching up above his head as Junsu lie flush against him, the body heat making him shiver.
Then he heard it—the snap—and then the cool metal resting around his wrist as he heard it again and felt it on his other wrist. He pulled back from the kiss in surprise as it hit him just what had happened. The devious grin on Junsu’s lips had Jaejoong turning his head up to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. There were his hands, trapped by the handcuffs, which were hooked around one of the slats in the headboard of his bed. If he hadn’t been so damn drunk, he would have seen this coming! But the thought seemed so insignificant when Junsu’s lips attached to his neck and began to nip and suck. He whimpered at the feeling and tugged on the handcuffs.
“Evil,” he managed as Junsu’s hand rubbed him through his pants, lips still attached to his neck.
“Maybe a little,” Junsu answered finally then kissed the red spot he’d obviously just made on Jaejoong’s neck. “One of many,” he murmured and Jaejoong bit back a moan at the promise. He watched in surprise as Junsu then pulled his tie off and smiled. “You trust me, right?”
“I have a feeling I’m going to have to,” Jaejoong teased.
“I mean it,” Junsu said softly as he leaned closer. “Do you trust me?”
“Or course.” Jaejoong frowned. “Why the questions?” He watched in surprise as Junsu laid the tie over his eyes, then lifted his head so that his lover could knot it in the back. “Oh, so this is how the night is going to go?” A chuckle echoed in the room as he felt a hand in one of his. He squeezed it. “I trust you.”
“Good,” came the quiet reply as Junsu’s weight left the bed, and all Jaejoong could hear was shuffling and then his bedside table drawer opening. The anticipation made him bite his lip and squirm, wishing his damn pants were off already. “Regretting your promise?” Junsu asked as the bed shifted again and Jaejoong felt Junsu lay flush against him, quite sure that Junsu was naked atop him and annoyed that his own pants were still on.
“Never,” he answered with a grin. “I did say whatever you want, didn’t I? I’m curious as to what you have planned.” And he was. Especially when Junsu didn’t answer, but kissed him instead. It made him tug on the handcuffs, which in turn made the chain clink as he moved. Junsu cut the kiss short with a giggle (that Jaejoong expected), and shifted down as he pressed kisses down Jaejoong’s neck. He sighed contented when Junsu’s lips attached to his neck and he assumed another dark red spot would end up there. He liked this not having to do any work, and let Junsu take control as he went about testing Jaejoong’s endurance and everything else that came with it. Like his nipple piercing, making Jaejoong gasp in surprise when Junsu’s teeth tugged on it.
“Why only one?” Junsu asked before he slid his tongue over the nub then around the barbell.
Jaejoong went rigid and tried to think of an answer before he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Didn’t have enough money at the time, and Micky dared me. And I didn’t want a Prince Albert.” He could almost feel Junsu raising an eyebrow in amusement, but it was the truth.
Junsu then attached his lips to the skin over Jaejoong’s heart. Jaejoong had a feeling he’d be counting these spots in the mirror come morning, and Junsu would probably watch over his shoulder, proud of himself. Listening as Junsu moved, he felt a nose touch his abdomen as Junsu breathed in.
“You smell like rum.” He placed a kiss on Jaejoong’s navel, making the young man’s lips curl up in a smirk. He wondered if he tasted like rum too.
Junsu took up a completely different position then, laying against Jaejoong’s side as his fingertips ran up the middle of Jaejoong’s chest. Jaejoong didn’t even get to ask why he moved when Junsu pressed a kiss to his ear and palmed him through his pants. He let out a hum low in his throat, hips moving up slightly into the teasing touch.
A line of slow kisses were pressed along his jaw as he felt Junsu’s free hand undoing his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. His lover got them down to his knees before he gave up on them, and Jaejoong didn’t have the patience to bother with trying to kick them off. Not when Junsu’s fingertips were teasing up his inner thighs and right up the underside of his cock. He let out a shuddered sigh as Junsu hummed against his ear. As much as he liked seeing, concentrating on Junsu’s touch and the sounds he made were much more of a turn on.
Junsu’s hand disappeared as he whispered something dirty in Jaejoong’s ear, making him grin. The grin melted away though, when Junsu’s hand wrapped around his cock, deliciously slick as he slid his hand slowly, up and down. He bit his lip and moaned quietly, not ready for the sudden touch, but more than happy to accept it. He’d been expecting more teasing, but this was just as good. Junsu’s tongue traced around the edge of his ear and he gasped, his hands gripping the headboard tightly as the tongue worked inward. Jaejoong’s ears may not have been as sensitive as Junsu’s, but they were pretty damn sensitive the way they were, and he knew just the way to turn his head to get Junsu to move where he wanted.
He grew a bit impatient when Junsu nuzzled his neck, and turned to capture his lovers lips. It was then he realized that the pace of Junsu’s hand had barely sped up, keeping a steady pace as he moved his arm. When the kiss ended, he hummed encouragingly and rolled his hips upward only to feel a smile against his cheek and the speed of Junsu’s hand slowing. Jaejoong whimpered in response, trying to move for more friction, but Junsu’s leg held his hips down.
And that’s when he noticed it—Junsu hard against his upper thigh, rolling his hips to the movement of his hand on Jaejoong. Licking his lips, Jaejoong gently rolled his hips to the side to feel Junsu tense against him with a soft moan before replying with a thrust of his own. Junsu’s hand returned its previous momentum and Jaejoong let out a sigh of contentment as he felt pleasure building up low in his spine. His toes curled as the husky tones of Junsu’s moans wove around his ear and he forced himself to keep his hips from bucking up impatiently.
Turning his head, Jaejoong caught his lover’s lips again, desperate for more. He let a curse slip when the kiss ended and heard Junsu’s soft moan against his lips. Fasterfasterfaster, he encouraged Junsu, who only shook his head and kept the pace as he said No, and Jaejoong could only moan in response. Junsu’s breath hitched in his ear and he felt Junsu roll his hips in a slightly different motion, which only made Jaejoong’s hips jerk in response. He could feel it, all of the need building up inside, but it wasn’t going fast enough.
Then Junsu’s teeth nibbled over his neck, going all the way up to his ear and the feeling went straight to his cock. He let out a moan as Junsu’s teeth tugged at his earlobe before another velvety moan escaped his lover.
“Jaejoong.”
Junsu’s breathy voice in his ear only made him whimper in response because, damnit he was so close, right on the edge of it all.
“Come for me.”
That was it—his lover’s name spilled over his lips as it hit, pleasure rushing from his ear down his spine as his head pressed back into the pillow and his mouth dropped open at the feeling. He spilled himself onto his stomach, Junsu’s hand still moving at the same pace, moaning something into his ear. Jaejoong didn’t hear it, as he himself was moaning from the shudders of pleasure that ran through him, knowing Junsu was still hard and digging into his thigh. It was tough to come down off of that high, especially when Junsu’s hand very slowly came to a stop and rested at the base of his sensitive skin.
Junsu’s breath slipped into his ear and made Jaejoong shiver suddenly in response. He felt Junsu’s hips jerk against him as he cut off a whimper. Jaejoong knew how difficult it had to be to feel every little move he was making and then suddenly come to a complete stop. The chain on the handcuffs rattled as Jaejoong tugged on them, wanting to help his lover along, despite really not wanting to move. Unable to call up any energy, Jaejoong let his arms fall against the pillows and turned his head to coax a kiss from Junsu, who complied wholeheartedly.
Junsu’s hand finally left his cock and Jaejoong felt a finger run through the wetness on his abdomen, and then heard the familiar sound of someone sucking on something before the soft smack of Junsu’s lips. That was a whole lot hotter than he wanted to admit.
Junsu panted against his neck for a moment before he reached up to free Jaejoong’s left wrist, cuffing the free side around the headboard. At least he had the sense to make Jaejoong work for it. Junsu caught his hand put something in it and Jaejoong smirked when he moved his fingers against his palm to feel the slick lube applied. Without missing a beat, he reached down to grip his lover’s cock, using the same pace that had been used on him. And the moan that spilled from Junsu’s lips was as amazing as ever. His hips rocked slightly against Jaejoong as he jerked his lover off, but he didn’t care with all of the amazing noises Junsu was making in his ear. Every little gasp, sigh and whimper were his to hear and coax out with every move of his fingers.
When Junsu’s fingers had Jaejoong’s opposite hip in a death grip, he knew Junsu was close. Jaejoong shifted his head, pushing the blindfold up so that he could see—see Junsu. One little twist of his wrist, and a few dirty words in Junsu’s ear and the young man’s body stiffened with a gasp before he shuddered and was coming over Jaejoong’s hand, adding to the mess on his stomach. The moan he made though, sounded amazing as it echoed off of the walls. Jaejoong had to wonder how jealous his neighbors were if they could hear it.
“God, you look amazing when you come like that,” Jaejoong teased and Junsu opened an eye to look up at the one Jaejoong had freed.
“Cheater,” Junsu accused, but kissed Jaejoong’s shoulder all the same. “Not uncuffing you for that.”
Jaejoong grinned. “Totally worth it.”
Once they were rested, Junsu snuck out of the room as Jaejoong managed to reach tissues to wipe his hand and paused as Junsu reappeared with water. Jaejoong happily accepted with his one free hand as Junsu cleaned his belly. The two then talked the tiredness away as Jaejoong noticed the rum sitting forlornly on the carpet. They hadn’t even gotten halfway through it. Junsu complained it was probably a bad idea to keep drinking after sex, but Jaejoong suggested it would probably make him more agreeable to any ideas.
“You’re agreeable to anything as long as it’s sex!” Junsu teased with a snort, but took a shot regardless. He did comment after that how he liked sitting in Jaejoong’s lap.
The two were up until at least 4am that night, doing all of the depraved things many would say they shouldn’t be doing. Jaejoong definitely remembered that the next position had him handcuffed to the headboard, on his hands and knees, but after that was more of a blur, since he refused to let the alcohol to go waste. Junsu might have been in his lap after that, he wasn’t sure. He would have a mighty hangover in the morning, but damn if it wasn’t a proper price to pay for all the pleasure, he didn’t know what was.
When he did crack his eyes open, it was after he’d adjusted to being awake with a pounding headache. Oh, the wonders of being dehydrated. But the headache took a backseat to a completely passed out and gone Junsu in his arms. He smiled in spite of himself and closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth of his lover against him. It was much dozing and a few hours later before the two left sleep behind to talk quietly, and then finally got up.
“I’m pretty sure I missed all of my classes,” he muttered as he scratched his head and pulled his glasses on.
“You look awful,” Junsu told him as he sat up beside him, grinning.
Jaejoong eyed him suspiciously.
“But still gorgeous,” he added.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and yawned. “You look hung over.”
“As to be expected,” Junsu nodded and rubbed his temples with a sigh. “You shouldn’t have let me drink those extra shots.”
“We finished most of it.” He grinned before his head pounded.
“Time for water and food,” Junsu announced and got out of the bed.
“Good plan,” he replied and stretched.
Junsu glanced back as Jaejoong smiled, and then promptly faceplanted into the floor. Jaejoong blinked in surprise.
“Shit, are you okay?” He pulled the blankets back and slipped from his bed to kneel on the floor as Junsu sat up. “Did you hit your head?”
“Kinda,” Junsu rubbed the side of his head as Jaejoong inspected it. He smiled sheepishly when Jaejoong found nothing wrong. The two chuckled quietly and Jaejoong kissed the temple on that side of his head.
“I’m supposed to be the klutz.” He smiled and kissed Junsu’s lips. “But you know, I have this odd feeling we’re just going to keep falling,” he teased.
“That’s all right. I don’t mind falling, as long as it’s for you.” Junsu grinned mischievously.
Jaejoong pushed him playfully. “Sap,” he grumbled, trying not to smile and let Junsu kiss him.
As he slid into Junsu’s lap, warm arms wrapping around him, he realized he didn’t mind either.
~***~
Changmin leaned sleepily on the register in the Starbucks and stared at the door. Maybe a shot or two of caffeine would be a good idea. He’d been here for a few hours and while he’d assumed he would wake up not long after his shift started, he was still completely out of it because of staying up so late the night before.
While he had managed to get a ride home out of Keita, he’d royally failed at being bold and stealing a kiss. Stupid, he muttered to himself and told his coworker it was nothing when she asked what he said.
At least he wasn’t alone. His cohorts from the night before were now chatting in various places all over the café. Kumi and Micky were over by the window chatting—finally. Micky was too incoherent and couldn’t order his drink earlier due to his lack of sleep. Changmin had thought it cute when Kumi had scratched the back of his head with her nails, ordering for the both of them as Micky melted at the touch. Yunho and Boa were laughing about something or other before Yunho sneezed and she laughed at him for it.
Changmin then glanced over to his favorite couple—Jaejoong and Junsu.
He didn’t know why, but while the others were good together, for some reason Changmin thought these two were perfect for one another. They sat off in the darker corner, as it seemed they liked some privacy. From what he could tell, they didn’t like public displays of affection. They’d also never hidden their feelings from one another. The other couples could do well to learn from them. Hell, maybe he should take some pointers. Like for instance, how to get a guy that you obviously like, that likes you and… Changmin sighed. It was easy to help other people. Why was it so difficult to do it yourself?
Because it scared the shit out of him.
He gazed wistfully as the two watched something on Jaejoong’s laptop (he wondered if Junsu’s was broken again) and noticed Junsu’s hand touch and hold Jaejoong’s under the table. So cute, he might barf. Still, there was something there to be envied.
Yep, everyone had already been in—except Keita.
With a yawn, Changmin turned around to shut the drip coffee alarm off and remake it. When he turned back to the counter, he saw the devil himself walking in the doors. Well, dragging his feet anyway.
“Morning,” Keita muttered. “Uh, I mean, afternoon.”
Changmin steeled himself. Now or never, he decided. He leaned over the counter, grabbed Keita by the back of the neck and planted a kiss on his lips. He was surprised when Keita kissed him back, but too happy to stop. When he finally pulled back and let go, Keita stood back in a daze, eyes wide. Changmin glanced over to see Jaejoong and Junsu staring at him in amazement before Jaejoong said something to Junsu that distinctly looked like I told you, and they both grinned. Micky’s jaw was on the floor, though Kumi was oblivious as her back was to him. Yunho and Boa were too absorbed in each other to even notice. And Keita?
Keita was grinning like there was no tomorrow.
“Nice greeting,” he said finally, and Changmin felt his ears burn, but smiled in spite of himself. “Can we try that again? I’m not sure I got all of that.”
Stupid, Changmin thought as he leaned over the counter and kissed Keita properly this time, enjoying the feel of Keita’s lips, and the warm hand on the back of his neck.
Stupid for you.
~***~
well now ^_^ how was that series of mindless fluff? XD comments are ♥
so next up is gravity. this isn't fluff at all, its full of angst and pain, and i haven't written anything like it before. i hope people won't hate it, but i honestly had to get into the right headspace to even write it. i just hope the point of view comes across as honest. working on it right now actually, so hopefully i'll start posting it soon, and it'll probably be on a weekly schedule like the last two were. thanks for reading!
