Smack That

Title: [fanfic] this is porn - smack that Author :  anyappellation Pairing: HoMin Rating:NC - 17 Disclaimer : I own nothing!! Plot and story belongs to   anyappellation @ http://community.livejournal.com/homin_yongwonhi/186387.html#cutid1  . I Just want to shared it at all!!

Boarding the plane to China, Yunho stares at his iPod. The battery graphic in the upper right of the screen tells him that he has very little time left to—

His iPod shuts off.

Warning bells. Curses. A Darth Vader-like “NOOOOOOO” echoes in his head.

How in the world was he supposed to survive without his iPod? Why couldn’t he be resourceful like Jaejoong and have five iPods? Why wouldn’t Jaejoong share his iPods?

…Wait.

And so, the wonderfully brilliant leader-shii thought of a perfect way to solve his dilemma. Until…

“No.”

“But—“

“What if my iPod’s battery runs out?”

“Then you’ll have three more to choose from!”

“But what if those all fall into the water?”

“What water?” Yunho asks, raising his eyebrow.

“That’s beside the point. The answer is no.” Jaejoong hugs his bag to his chest and sits down in his plane seat.

Yunho mumbles curses under his breath, sitting down and resigning himself to an airplane ride void of the silky vocals of Brian McKnight.

Luckily, two seconds before take-off, Yoochun comes to save his day.

“Yunho—You can have this iPod. I’m going to sleep.” Yoochun says, holding out his iPod. Yunho nods and says his thanks. Yoochun slides his eyemask down to cover his eyes. Yunho inwardly pumps his fist.

“Hyung, you’re so weird.” Yunho hears Changmin’s voice say.

Okay, so he outwardly pumped his fist. Who really cares.

Yunho starts scrolling through Yoochun’s Artist’s menu. Yunho realizes that the only artist listed is Akon. Yunho doesn’t question it, even if it’s a bit weird, because as everyone knows, Yoochun is a G.

Yunho decides that it’s been a while since he had a dose of American rap music. And in order to get into “Checkmate” pimp status, it is imperative that Yunho start getting his G on.

It’s not the first time he’s heard the song, but Yunho decides for the first time that he really loves it.

And after repeating the song over and over for the entire length of the flight, the song is stuck in his head. So as they stand up to get off the plane, Yunho is singing.

“Smack that, all on the flooor.”

“Hyung.” Changmin says with a warning tone.

“Smack that, give me some mooore.”

Yoochun, who has bed-hair, snickers. “You aren’t pronouncing it right.”

Yunho turns to Yoochun, “Put a hat on.”

Turning away, Yoochun mutters under his breath. Yunho continues to sing. “Smack that, ‘til you get sooore.”

Junsu, and Jaejoong who’ve grabbed their carry-on bags, start exiting the plane. Changmin grabs his stuff, “Come on guys,” he mutters before turning around and leaving. Yunho stares at Changmin’s back. Yoochun whispers to Yunho, “I dare you to smack that.”

Yunho sputters, “W-What are you saying, man?” Yunho can admit that he really, really does want to smack that, but he can’t admit it to Yoochun. Because he’s the leader. Or something.

“You want him on your bed, naked, ass high in the air—“ Yoochun starts.

Yunho chokes on his saliva. Yoochun pounds on Yunho’s back. “Not. Helping. Yoochun.”

Yoochun cackles. “You know you want to~”

“No I don’t.”

“Those long legs are so sexy—“ Yoochun sings before grabbing his stuff and walking off. “Give in leader-shii.”

It takes Yunho a second too long to actually think of a comeback, but shouts it at Yoochun’s retreating back anyway. “WELL. YOU SUCK. HA.”

…Just because it was a comeback doesn’t mean that had to be clever.

--

During the concert, they sing their hits in Korean and Japanese, but all the while, Yunho is singing “Smack That” in his head. And he thinks of Yoochun’s dare. As they’re walking for one of the transitions between songs, Yunho finds himself beside Changmin. His brain debates the idea.

Well, the fangirls. Who cares? But-- You want to do it. But-- Look at that ass in those orange jeans.

Yunho looks. And stops thinking about it.

He smacks that ass.

His brain laughs in glee until Yunho freaks out because the fangirls, and Changmin! Yunho glances at Changmin’s face, scared of what Changmin might do, because the group knows that Changmin isn’t always the greatest with fanservice.

But there is no anger (Yunho sulks a little inside at this fact…Changmin is sexy, scary…scary sexy when he’s angry), rather, Changmin just glances towards Yunho and lifts a corner of his lip (seductively, Yunho thinks). Yunho knows they’re on stage, so he doesn’t question it – but makes a note to ponder about it later.

--

After the concert, the group drinks a bit with staff before taking off to go to the hotel. After a quick drawing of straws, Yunho ends up getting paired with Changmin for a hotel room.

Oh fate, thou art so tricky.

They put their stuff down in the room, and Changmin announces that he’s going to take the shower first. Yunho nods.

“Thou art—Crap—Uh. You can go first.”

Changmin eyes Yunho warily. “…Okay,” Changmin says slowly before heading to the bathroom.

Yunho sits down on the bed, thoroughly exhausted from the day. Spaces out for godknowshowlong. Yoochun bursts into the door that Yunho thought was locked. Yoochun points towards Yunho and shouts, “I SAW THAT LEADER-SHII.”

Yunho stares. Looks down at his shirt. Looks around him. “What did you see? Is there something on my face?”

“No, fool,” Yoochun sighs, “I saw you smack that!” Yoochun points towards the bathroom door.

Yunho blinks. “Oh. That.”

Yoochun grins, “I’m so proud of you, man! I mean, I know you’ve been wanting to tap that—“

At that point, Changmin’s voice enters Yunho’s ears. Yunho directs his attention to the bathroom door, where Changmin’s head (wet hair and all) is peeking out through a crack.

Yoochun clamps his still-pointing-towards-the-bathroom-door hand over his mouth. He runs out of the room. Yunho stares at Yoochun’s back, telepathically shouting curses and hoping that Yoochun hears them all in his twisted brain.

“Hyung.” Changmin says, voice too low.

Yunho faces Changmin’s head. Akon’s “Smack That” starts playing in Yunho’s brain. “Uh. Yes?”

“I’m not wearing any clothes.” Smack that, give me some more.

Yunho follows a bead of water that falls from Changmin’s hair, to his forehead, down his nose, to the floor. “That...”

“Hyunng. I’m getting cold. My nipples are getting hard here. Please get me my PJs. They’re in my bag, next to you.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll bang you.”

Changmin frowns. “Uh.”

“Did I just—“ Yunho stutters, “Did I say that out loud?”

Changmin nods.

“Oh.” Yunho says.

“Yeah.”

“Uh.”

“…Can you get me my PJs?”

Yunho nods, absentmindedly. Changmin thanks Yunho, retracts his head and closes the bathroom door. Yunho goes into the nearest travel bag and grabs PJs. He gets up to give them to Changmin. Not thinking, he opens the bathroom door.

“Crap!” Yunho hears Changmin curse. “HYUNG WHAT THE—“

Yunho curses and tries to close his eyes, “I’m so, so sor—“ he starts to say when he sees Changmin through his not-quite-closed eyes.

Changmin stands there naked, trying to cover his private areas with a towel. Yunho’s eyes widen. Because Changmin’s tall, lean body stands glistening and wet in the steam of the bathroom. Yunho’s pants get tighter. Smack that, all on the floor, is all Yunho can think.

Changmin looks away, “Give me my clothes.”

Yunho looks at the clothes that he holds in his hands. “No,” Yunho says. He opens the bathroom door and throws clothes back into the room. He shuts the door, turns around, and curses at himself. What am I doing? Yunho thinks to himself.

Changmin flushes at Yunho’s gaze. “So I was getting off. We all do it. Now, really. Unless this is some kind of sick joke…” Changmin trails off, biting his lip and diverting his gaze. Yunho stares at the bulge protruding from Changmin’s towel, but Yunho can’t can’t think of anything to say. Changmin turns around to conceal his erection. “If you aren’t going to do anything, why can’t you just let me get dressed?” Changmin half-pleads, half-whispers.

Yunho decides that it’s too late to turn back now, so he grabs Changmin’s wet shoulders and kisses his younger bandmate. Changmin closes his eyes, wraps his arms around Yunho and presses his body hard against Yunho’s front.

With their lips still connected, Yunho lets his hands travel down to Changmin’s ass and they both groan huskily when Yunho squeezes through the coarse towel. Yunho feels Changmin’s hardness pressing against his own crotch and his pants get uncomfortably tight.

“Holy shit,” Yunho moans as he detaches their lips. With his hands firmly grabbing Changmin’s ass, Yunho lifts Changmin onto the small bathroom counter. Yunho moves to settle himself between the V of Changmin’s legs, and resumes kissing. The towel unravels and Yunho groans, because Changmin is just too much – too good to be real. Changmin’s hands grasp at Yunho’s waist and make their way to Yunho’s belt. Getting the idea, Yunho takes a second to rid himself of his jeans, nearly tripping and falling on the slippery vinyl floor. Yunho presses his lips against Changmin’s again, and let’s Changmin’s hands work his button-up shirt off.

The shirt falls to the floor, and Yunho realizes that they’re both stark naked. Changmin doesn’t stop moaning, even when Yunho pulls away. Changmin’s hands keep Yunho from pulling away further, and the younger buries his head into Yunho’s neck. Yunho starts to panic inside, because he doesn’t know what to do with a moaning Changmin grabbing at him.

He does the first thing that makes any sense. “Bed.” Yunho says. Changmin doesn’t say anything just moans. Yunho wraps his arms around Changmin’s naked body, opens the door somehow, and makes his way to the hotel room’s bed.

Laying Changmin down, Yunho crawls onto the bed to straddle Changmin’s sprawled body. He stares down at his younger bandmate.

“Yunho~~” Changmin moans, closing his eyes, because Yunho’s gaze is too much. Too intense. “Touch me.”

Yunho gulps and runs his hands down Changmin’s chest. He circles Changmin’s nipples with his thumbs. Changmin keens highly, and Yunho curses. “Shit. Fuck.” Because Changmin’s moans are like sex represented by sound and Yunho wants Changmin so bad, he could almost come right there. But Yunho wants to take things slow for Changmin’s sake.

He drags his hands down towards Changmin’s cock. Pausing briefly before actually grabbing the length, Yunho almost asks if Changmin is sure. Almost reading Yunho’s mind, Changmin draws out, “Do it.”

Yunho thinks of something else, so he drops his head and presses a kiss to Changmin’s chest, slowly making his way down Changmin’s chest. Using his hands to massage the inside of Changmin’s thighs, Yunho brings his mouth to Changmin’s dick. Licking at the tip of Changmin’s cock first, Yunho decides that Changmin sounds the best like this. Moaning, flushed, and naked underneath Yunho’s skilled hands and mouth. Yunho sucks at the tip. Changmin gasps and arches into Yunho’s mouth.

Continuing to massage Changmin’s inner thigh with one hand, Yunho uses his other hand to grasp what his mouth can’t take in. After a few minutes, Changmin gasps out, “Yunho YunhoYunhoYunho,” pushing at Yunho’s shoulders. Yunho keeps his mouth wrapped around the tip of Changmin’s length, sucks one last time and feels the first spurts of hot come squirting into the back of his mouth.

He detaches his mouth, moves up Changmin’s body, and sloppily kisses Changmin, who can’t respond, can barely breathe, because he’s coming so hard. Yunho feels the warm come on his stomach, hears Changmin’s mewls and wraps everything he senses close to his heart, because he won’t ever forget this ever.

When Changmin stops coming, Yunho gives him a quick kiss on the lips. Changmin heaves deeply and closes his eyes, looking completely satisfied.

Yunho uses his own hand to finish himself off; it doesn’t take much because watching Changmin alone is enough to make anyone with a sex organ come. Groaning as he comes, Yunho allows himself to relax next to Changmin’s body. He takes in Changmin’s form, high cheekbones and bruised, chapped lips.

Changmin opens his eyes, and the two make contact for a few seconds.

“Take a shower,” Changmin mutters. “You smell.”

“Take it with me?” Yunho pouts.

Changmin smiles, sleepily. “Fine.”

--

The next morning, Yoochun and Yunho watch as Changmin, Jaejoong, and Junsu laugh about something that 2U can’t hear.

“You smacked that yesterday.”

Yunho smirks, “Why don’t you take Akon’s advice, too? I see you staring at Junsu’s ass.”

Yoochun snorts, “You think I haven’t?”

Yunho frowns. “Shut up.”

Yoochun mischiefly quirks his eyebrow.

“Uhuh.”

Yunho scoffs, “Really?”

“Actually, Yunho,” Yoochun lifts his head close to Yunho’s ear. Yoochun smacks Yunho's ass lightly. “You’re the last one on my list.”

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