Minggu, 30 Januari 2011

When Changmin part I

Title : When Yunho fell in love with Changmin
Author : Thea ([info]purplehaze_33) @ http://purplehaze-33.livejournal.com/25485.html#cutid1
Pairing : Yunho x Changmin
Genre : PG, kind-of-crackish.
Disclaimer : I own nothing. Plot and story belongs to Thea ([info]purplehaze_33) @ http://purplehaze-33.livejournal.com/25485.html#cutid1
 

The exact minute Yunho realized that he fell in love with Changmin was when-

Love was for fools, sentimental, romantic, sappy fools. Not that Yunho would know anything about love. He had come close with strong infatuations and made close friendships. Anything more that was strictly out of limits and completely inappropriate.

Sometimes people didn’t know those limits and asked him out on a date. Or a phone number. Or stood outside his apartment and sang him mushy crap until the landlord went ballistic with all the crazy decibels and threatened to evict them. Heck, it had all made him wonder how people made utter fools of themselves when they fell in love, willing to just throw all caution and dignity aside for someone who probably wouldn’t return anything substantial for such cheap displays of emotion.

Changmin had been a real puzzle from the get-go. Not that Yunho was attracted to him or anything. He certainly didn’t care if his dongsaeng didn’t make puppy eyes at him the first time they met. Or kissed a random date quite voraciously on the sidewalk, uncaring of scandalized passers-by or in this case, a stunned Yunho. He most definitely didn’t care if Changmin glared at him, cursed him in rather foul language when he’d tried to scold him for his rare moment of recklessness. (Not that Changmin didn’t look hot while kissing that girl or it made him jeal-)

Yunho most certainly didn’t care if those eyes looked so godamn beautiful when spitting fury and rage, frightening in their intensity, directed at him. (and made him instantly hard, the boy looks so fucking hot when pissed).

He didn’t care and was most certainly not in love with a certain fiery, passionate, quiet dongsaeng with pretty eyes and long, long legs. (He’s seen those legs naked, not that he was spying on him while changing from shower or anything. Just wondering how those legs would look wrapped around his waist while rid-)

The knowing smirk almost always firmly placed on those chapped lips whenever he looked at Yunho didn’t unnerve him either. (Who dares to say that the maknae makes Leadershii weak in the knees?)

He did not love Changmin, damnit. Was definitely not attracted to him, did not want to fuck his brains out and really didn’t give a flying fuck if he went on dates with random hook ups.

See if he cares. Ha.

-he missed several dance steps all at once because Changmin had worn tight, black jeans for practice and he couldn’t stop staring.






When Changmin part II

Title : When Changmin tried to seduce Yunho
Author : Thea ([info]purplehaze_33) @ http://purplehaze-33.livejournal.com/25824.html
Pairing : Yunho x Changmin, Homin
Genre : NC-17, crack+lemon.



Ahem.


When Changmin tried to seduce Yunho by wearing tight, black jeans for dance rehearsal-

Being the youngest in the group certainly has its advantages, just in case you’re feeling rather frustrated about being the youngest sibling in the family. No worries, Shim Changmin will give you a full one-on-one tutorial (and get your mind out of the gutter, it was not meant like that) on how to turn on the aegyo with your hyungs (and turn it off when not needed as well).

Now, now, girls, don’t get this all wrong, okay? Shim Changmin is straight. He just thinks Yunho has got the sexiest face when he’s touching himself (Changmin was definitely not eavesdropping or looking for that matter, he just happens to know that Yunho likes red, scented candles.)

Ahem.

The point of all this fucking reasoning is just to tell you straight out. Changmin does not give a flying fuck about what Jung Yunho thinks about him. So when he comes out from the shower, it is perfectly coincidental that Yunho happens to be in the same room when he drops the towel and pulls on his night pants. They are both guys, nothing the other hasn’t seen really, after all.

There is nothing unusual about dropping his pants in front of Yunho (more than usual and enjoying his hyung’s flustered, hot face). His hyung is just way too adorable when blushing (and no, Changmin is definitely not a sucker for cuteness).

So when his hyung drags him off after practice and yanks him into one of the cubicles in the men’s washroom, Changmin smirks and preens inwardly.

Changmin: 1, Yunho: 0

His brain nearly short circuits when Yunho pushes him against the wall and leans in with a dark, dangerous, seductive look, breathing ragged and harsh.

“So,” Yunho muses, running pretty, slender fingers up his chest. “I’m not like, the best at sucking cock or something, but would you let me experiment on yours?”

Changmin whimpers.

Changmin: 1, Yunho: 1

“Oh,” Yunho breathes on his lips and Changmin catches the smell of mint chewing gum on his breath. “Would you like me to use my hand? But I really want to fuck you too. This is so confusing, Min-ah. Would you like to help me out here, please?”

This is rather annoying for the maknae. After all, being the spoilt baby for so long, it only makes sense that Yunho should be moaning his name while he fucks him, rough and hard, smirking at his hyung when he comes a little too fast-

No, he has not been dreaming about Leader-shii fucking him senseless for five yea-

Ahem.

But Yunho (the sneaky bastard) has turned the fucking tables on him and now his jeans are getting uncomfortably tight, the lewd talk is (so not) turning him on and shitshitshit-

Changmin: 1, Yunho: 2

“I want you to fuck me stupid,” Changmin growls impatiently, good lord, why the hell did he wear these unbearably tight jeans, (he is definitely not wet; his jeans are just creating some friction). “What the hell are you doing, Yunho?”

The leader smirks and unbuttons his shirt slowly. Fingers slip in and caress the hard muscles, thumbs roll the nipples gently and a soft kiss is placed on his neck. By now, Changmin is arching his neck, eyes rolling as he gasps (he is not hard, no, this is not turning him on, soon he is going to push Yunho and pull his pants-)

“What did you want me to do again?” Yunho asks him, tilting his head sideways, an innocently curious look on his face. “I would love to rip those jeans off your sexy legs and suck your cock, Min-ah. But then, how would you practice?”

One long finger runs down his chest, playing with his navel and makes its slow, tortuous descent to the bulge concealed by those damnably, tight jeans. The finger traces his erection and Yunho’s mouth drops open in a soft, surprised ‘Oh’, ostentatiously surprised. Then strong fingers are palming Changmin’s aching length, stroking gently and nonsensical moans fill the men’s room.

Changmin: 1, Yunho: 200, 000,000,000,000

Quite suddenly, the maknae is flipped and his face meets the wall (oh hello there, do you mind terribly if I cum on you? Well, I would if he’d just allow me to take off these fucking pants, the bastard). And then something hard is pressing up against his ass, rubbing up and down, hot breath on his neck, wet warmth on his neck and-

Changmin: 1, Yunho: 200, 000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

“We’re going to go home in fifteen minutes, Min,” Yunho whispers, low and dirty in his ear. “Then I am going to make Joongie take the other two out for dinner. Then I am going to fuck you on every available surface at home. You are going to be so sore tomorrow. Would you like that, Min?”

Changmin whimpers, sated and exhausted. “Yunho, please.”

A soft, wet kiss is placed on the back of his neck and he lets out a long, shuddering breath, shivering involuntarily with excitement and anticipation.

-he lost rather miserably because Yunho made him cum like a hormonal teenager in said jeans without even fucking his brains out.


Simple Movements

Title: Simple Movements
Author : perriwynkkle ( http://community.livejournal.com/silkenstorybox/20393.html )
Series: Breathless Romance
Arc: Breathless Romance Arc/Series
Rating: NC-17 (for language and sex)
Pairing: HoMin (Yunho x Changmin)
Length: 1/1, one-shot
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All plot and story belongs to perriwynkkle ( http://community.livejournal.com/silkenstorybox/20393.html )

Summary:
Changmin and Yunho get married.






“For the last goddamn time, stop fidgeting!” Jaejoong shouted, his fingers pulling at your bow tie in random directions, trying beyond all odds to get it to sit strait against your thick neck.
Yet as much as you loved Jaejoong, and as much as you wanted to get dressed, looking around for Changmin was the number one priority.

Once again, you craned your neck, trying to get a glimpse of the door leading to Changmin's closed off dressing room, Jaejoong's hand promptly flinging your head back to face the front.
“If you don't stop turning and fidgeting I will kick you in the nuts so hard there will be no honeymoon night.” he whispered with a hiss, his dark rimmed glasses perched low on his pert nose.
“Sorry Jae.” you grumbled, sighing and giving up in any hope of seeing your finance before the ceremony. “I just, I haven't seen Min all day long...I'm nervous.”
Jaejoong smiled, his face softening as his fingers stilled on the still crooked bow tie, “I understand why you're nervous, you're getting married to a man.”
A kick to the shin made Jaejoong bend over in pain and you smile triumphantly as the door to Changmin's room opened, Junsu walking elegantly out in his black suit and tie.
“He's ready in there.” he stated, stepping slowly closer to where Jaejoong was slightly limping. “Why is he limping?” His palm gesturing toward his former band-mate.
“Because Mr. Blushing Bride felt it necessary to kick me.” Jaejoong whined as he hobbled over to a nearby plush chair, pulling up his pant leg to rub at the skin exposed.
Rolling your eyes you replied, “Only because you were being a dick....and choking me with this fucking bow tie.”
“Who cares about the bow tie, just take it off, you look better without it anyways.” Junsu replied, coming behind to unravel the long white sash from around your neck.
“How's Changmin?” you asked, face excited at the thought of your lover.
Junsu chuckled, “He's in there right now with Yoochun.”
“Is he dressed?”
Jaejoong laughed and replied sarcastically, “No, he's in there with Yoochun buck-fucking naked.”
Glaring was not the only thing you wanted to do, yet it would have to suffice until the end of the ceremony, “Ahaha, so funny...why are you my best friend again?”
“Cause I am awesome.”
“Why are you married again?”
“Cause I am awesome.”
“Well, I am pretty sure your maturity level banked at 'great'.”
You were sure if looks could kill, Jaejoong's would be leaving blood stains on your white lapel.
“In all honesty Yunho...” Jaejoong continued, his face serious and still, “I couldn't be more happy for you and Changmin. You're my best friends, and all I could ever want is your happiness.”
You felt like your smile was ripping through to your ears, “Thanks Jae.”
He nodded as you turned to the mirror, unbuttoning the top two buttons of your white dress shirt, the caramel skin of your neck and shoulders slightly revealed.
“How do I look?” you asked to no one in-particular, eying your reflection.
“Amazing.” Changmin said, his back leaning against the open door to his side of the building.
You turned quickly as you heard your lover's voice, surprised at the quiet intrusion.
“You don't look too bad either.” you said, though it was an intense understatement.
You couldn't believe how handsome Changmin was in his own black suit, from his jacket to his socks, everything was black, except for a dark, blood red tie. His chocolate brunette hair had been cut short, but the bangs still hung low in front of his honey brown orbs, surrounded all by his dark tan skin, sinful as Adam in the garden of eden.
“I do clean up quite nice eh?” he teased, popping the collar of his jacket, strolling ever so effortlessly towards your standing form in the corner of the room.
Wrapping his arms around your neck, he craned up, his lips crashing wantonly against yours in a battle of overwhelming lust and power.
“You know, if you two keep this up there won't be a wedding.” Yoochun trilled as he cautiously opened the door to the next room, leaning over the rusted handle of the white wood.
Reluctantly, you pulled away, running your thumb over Changmin's now puffy red lips, “See you at the altar?”
Changmin nodded and walked himself back into the conjoining room, not breaking eye-contact until the door shut quietly behind him.

….......................................
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“Just take it off!” Changmin shouted, slamming his head back against the wall of their apartment doorway, his hands struggling to undo the tie around his neck.
His legs had already wrapped themselves around your wide hips as his back rested against the wall, his pants undone and his penis hard.
The tie flew across the dark entrance way, the red no longer visible in the dim light from the security lamp as it landed in a far corner.
Your hips thrusted against Changmin's, humping your own already prominent erection against his in a mock imitation of what you both really craved.
Sliding your hands down the white washed wall, you smoothed them down Changmin's dark black shirt, unbuttoning the white pearls as you went.
You gasped as Changmin's muscular tan chest was finally exposed, eyes raking hungrily over the sight as if it was the first encounter all over again.
You licked your lips, the muscle already plump and puffy from previous kisses, “God I want you.”
Changmin smiled seductively, rubbing his hips harder against yours, “I know you do.” he whispered, “Put me down.”
You looked up, surprise combining with pent up lust, “What?”
Changmin leaned in, his lips softly caressing yours, “Follow me.”
Deciding to take the bait, you slowly dropped Changmin's feet to the floor, watching as his black shirt fell to cover a little more of the delicious skin you so wanted to taste.
The floor creaked as Changmin made his way through the entrance way to the living room, peeling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor.
You felt the air constrict in your lungs as Changmin's pants also fell slowly to the ground, kicked away by bare feet to slide, helplessly forgotten, just like the boxers that went with them.
Changmin turned around, and you groaned as his body came into view.
The tall man standing near the other side of the couch, his nude body illuminated by the soft blue light of the city through the curtains in the living room, the silver chain around his neck glistening diamond against his dark mocha skin. His hair had been ruffled from their previous actions, the once slick ends now framing his face, disheveled and sexy, while his erection stood tall and proud, pre-cum pearling at the red head.
Your mouth had gone dry.
Changmin chuckled seductively, “I've been thinking about you all day.”
You swallowed and smiled awkwardly as you began unbuttoning your white shirt, “Really now?”
Changmin nodded, his right hand coming up behind his neck, the muscles in his arm rippling deliciously, “Only you...how wonderfully sexy you looked in your sleek suit.” his eyes glimmered, the shoots of light sending shivers down your spine, “When we walked down the aisle all I could think about was how much I wanted you.”
You lost all coherent thought as your lover slid his left hand down to wrap steady around his turgid erection.
“How much I needed you, touching me, kissing me...” Changmin whispered, “Making love to me.”
The groan that escaped your throat sounded more animal than human as you started to walk slowly towards Changmin's position, unbuckling the belt holding your black suit pants around your defined hips.
Changmin pumped his cock in time with your footsteps, your bare feet padding softly ever nearer, your lover's warmth a needed embrace.
To you it seemed you were walking towards Changmin for the first time, your eyes virgin to the real beauty of your husband until now, your almond orbs frozen in their wide and selfish position.
You couldn't blink, lest the vision in front of you disappear, rove out of your intimate reach, melt from between your fingers like slick, black oil.
Pants still unbuckled but not unbuttoned, you finally neared close enough to where Changmin could feel your warm, sweet breath upon his panting lips as he sucked in deep, passion filled gasps of air.
You didn't say anything, just met Changmin's eyes with your own, feeding your lover the desire and lust through your swimming brown irises, touch only an afterthought.
Changmin groaned, a slow, deep vibration through his chest as you stared, you knew he wanted to feel skin upon skin, needing the physical touch, not the mental image.
Pulling upon his cock, Changmin sighed, “Please touch me.”
You shook your head, an evil glint popping behind your eyelids, “I want to watch you.”
Stepping back, you slowly dragged your now open pants down your thighs and over your hard erection, boxers following in quick succession to the floor.
You were only a few feet away but it seemed like miles as Changmin watched you stand there, naked and open in the living room, his cock growing harder just by roaming his eyes over his your strong, lithe physic.
You knew you were done for.

~
CHANGMIN'S POV
~

His wonderfully tussled brown hair, shinning in the dim light from behind the filmy curtains, his strong shoulders leading to even stronger defined arms, the muscles wrapping oh-so elegantly around hard, white bone. His skin shimmered with a faint gleam of sweat, the caramel tan color flowing like liquid sugar over his smooth pecks and rippling six-pack down to his wondrously red and erect penis, soft black hairs curling around it's base looking inviting and naughty. Yunho's large leg muscles seemed to twitch nervously under your intense gaze, the want to move, yet the need to remain where he was fighting underneath his silky skin.
He was sexual.
He was raw.
He was all his.
Oh how you wanted him.
It was an aching desire, a pleading wanton need that you knew had always been there, alight in the pit of your stomach, waiting to be satisfied.
It consumed you, engulfed you in red flames that flickered and trickled through your pulsing veins and singed your already thumping heart.
Your legs shook with anticipation as you felt a sense of euphoria rush to your brain and back to your groin, blood thick with impatience and appetite, a mirror of Yunho's steady, emotion-filled eyes.
“Oh Yunho....Yun....” you groaned and panted, your breath coming in unsteady, rhythmic-less intakes and gasps as you continuously pulled and rubbed your purpling cock.
You could tell it took all of Yunho's strength not to move just that little bit forward and clutch you, his husband, to his chest, open your legs and pound roughly into your begging opening.
You figured you looked so wanton, so unbearably steaming and all you were doing was staring, staring right into Yunho's very soul, your wet and slick hands squelching along the length of your dick.
“Shit...” Yunho sighed, his fingers itching to cling around his own raging erection, “God Min...”
Your eyes shone wet and hazy, lips red and swollen, begging to be kissed as you tilted your head upwards, your long expanse of smooth neck now visible to Yunho's harsh gaze.
Not able to hold back, Yunho pushed himself forward, grabbing your side and hauling you up against your heated body, reveling in the smooth slide of skin on skin.
You moaned in appreciation and approval as your cock ran along the soft bumps of Yunho's hipbone, pre-cum dragging along the caramel skin, white pearl against dark tan.
Long, strong fingers delved into your hair, twining their soft lengths into short tufts, pulling your head back so nimble lips could descend upon yours.
Your mouths moved in tandem, tongues dancing and discovering every taste, every slip, and every slide, spit sticky and sweet along the plump expanses of your lips and chins.
You felt Yunho pull back, running his hand down to yours still wrapped limply around your turgid penis, no longer moving as your brain had been somewhat occupied.
“What do you want?” you asked, confused as your hand was held rigidly between Yunho's own five fingers.
“Like I said...” Yunho began, leading you to the couch, “I want to watch you.”
You eyed Yunho suspiciously as he sat down upon the couch, bringing his knees together and opening his arms, vaguely reminding you of a rocking chair.
He looked inviting yet somewhat silly.
You stifled a giggle.
Digging his hand underneath the couch cushions, Yunho pulled out the tube of lube you both always kept there, popping the cap and smearing a healthy glob down the length of his raging cock.
You watched with greedy eyes as Yunho's hands smoothed the glistening liquid around his girth, his fingers teasing at his pubic hair and smearing the extra lube across his lower stomach.
Words seemed to be lost as you straddled Yunho's greasy thighs, rubbing your cock against his lightly before moving up closer, hands clinging to his shaking shoulders.
You knew what he wanted before he had the chance to say it, your shivering legs lowering down over his crotch, sinking your slicked opening down over Yunho's heavy cock.
He gasped as your puckered entrance warmed up over his length, smirking in satisfaction at once again throwing your lover far off his planned course.
“Holy shit...Changmin...oh...” he grunted, fingers digging into your hips.
“You said you wanted to watch me.” you whispered, watching as his eyes fell low to where your groins dutifully met. “So watch me.”
Lifting your hips and tilting your back, you spread your legs, exposing where Yunho's cock disappeared into your clenching ass.
Pushing yourself up you sank back down, Yunho's eyes never leaving the entrance to your body as you rode upon his lap, moaning as pleasure shot up through your nerves.
Your breath came in burning harsh pants through your throat, slaps of skin and sweaty embraces the only sounds echoing through the partially empty living room.
He felt wonderful as he slid in and out of your pliant body, his eyes open and unwavering in their shimmering liquid brown, his tongue coming out to lick his ruby red lips.
Not able to hold yourself up any longer you fell forward onto Yunho's chest, wrapping your deadening arms around his sturdy neck and running your tongue over the pulse beneath his chin.
He leaned into your warmth, his hands gently massaging your hips and lower back as quick breathy moans trembled into your ear.
You could feel his thick cock pumping in and out of your sphincter, the lube spilling and spurting down and around your slippery crack.
Yunho continued to watch you, seemingly enamored by your consistent up and down motion upon his lap, his hips thrusting up to meet yours in quick succession.
All too soon, the rush of euphoria and blinding light came hurtling into your vision, stars bursting behind your eyelids and searing heat engulfing your throbbing groin as Yunho continued to hit your sensitive insides.
You closed your eyes as your heated seed began to fall upon your chest and drizzle into your already sticky pubic hair, a loud moan escaping from between your lips.
Grabbing your neck and bringing your down for a loving kiss, you almost missed Yunho's whisper of, “I love you....oh god, I love you.” as he came, spurting his own warmth into your clenching passage.
You sighed, your arms heavy and weighted against Yunho's sagging shoulders, “Well that was fast.”
The sound of Yunho's glittering chuckle, “Sorry, couldn't help it.”
You nodded against the crook of his neck, “Understandable.”
Giggling as he lightly smacked your butt, you stood from your straddled position upon his legs, wincing as your entrance was vacated.
Cum tickled down your thigh as you turned to grab a towel from a nearby closet, “Today was nice wasn't it?”
He smiled as you handed him a navy blue towel, “It was, I was really happy with how everything turned out.”
“Husband....” you whispered, watching as Yunho cleared a smattering of liquid from his chest, the action seeming commonplace and no longer embarrassing as you had once thought.
Though you didn't want to know where or how the fluid got there, you still had an idea of why.
You chuckled at your own thoughts, as the towel was handed to you for the same intent and purpose.
“Yep, husband...” Yunho repeated, the word hanging happily in the air, “Sounds...kind of weird actually.”
You looked up, “Weird?”
“Not a bad kind of weird,” Yunho explained, “More like...we aren't legally married by law, so it seems a little odd that I should call you husband.”
“Then don't call me husband.” you replied, throwing the towel to sit on the floor, “I don't care what you call me as long as it makes sense.”
“Oh so then I can't call you 'Pippy Longstockings' or anything?” He asked with a smirk.
You felt like hitting him.
“Call me that and you'll wake up shaved.”
He doubled up, covering his package with a resistant hand, “Hey now!”
Laughter trilled through your chest as you twined your legs around his, laying back against the fluffy couch that ironically had been a wedding present from Junsu.
“I am really happy.” Yunho announced randomly as his hands gently ran up and down your lower legs tickling slightly.
You smiled, “I know...” you came in for a quick, loving kiss, “So am I.”

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The smell of fresh coffee hit you even before your eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight filtering in through the bedroom's open windows, a soft, warm spring breeze fluttering softly over your tingling and sensitized skin.
You sat up slowly, your naked body half covered by one thin white sheet laying precariously across your flaccid groin.
“Ah you're awake!” Yunho's voice chimed from across the room, his quick steps halted as he reached his side of the bed opposite yours. “Welcome to the land of the living.”
You nodded, words and speech seeming heavy and oily on your tongue in your waking state, “Yes...wow, its....its so nice outside.”
Yunho chuckled, “Its about 1pm.”
Your eyes shot wide, “Fuck really!” A small laugh left from between your lips, a smile cascading over your still sleepy features, “Well it's a good thing it's Saturday.”
You heard Yunho take a sip from the mug he had been holding, quickly setting it down on his bedside table so he could climb into bed to sit carefully next to you.
As you finally turned to look at him full on, you noticed his legs and chest were bare, his only clothing being the boxers from the night before.
He looked fucking wonderful.
“How come you always look so damn delicious this early in the morning?” you asked, running an absent hand down his chest, fingers trailing down his sternum and over his rippling abs.
Yunho sighed, “I think your eyes are playing tricks on you.”
You shook your head, “No no, I am pretty sure this analysis holds true.”
Yunho smiled, his lips looking soft and inviting as you leaned in for a long good morning kiss, the flavor of coffee and a hint of morning toothpaste caressing over your taste buds.
“I have a proposition for you.” Yunho said as you both finally pulled away from each other's lips, saliva and cherry red adorning your mouths, “How about we stay in all weekend.”
It was hard not to just say yes, “And why would we do that?”
A lustful glint sparkled through Yunho's chocolate eyes, “Because all I can think about right now, is how much I want to make love to you all...weekend....long.” he groaned, leaning in and trailing sloppy yet warm kisses up and down your sensitive neck, “I want to fuck you on every available surface in this house.”
You chuckled deep in your throat, your voice coming out harsh and panting, “I won't be able to walk on Monday...”
Yunho's kisses faltered slightly as he laughed, his warm breath coming in puffs against your neck, “Fuck you have a point.”
His smile tickled against your skin while his laugh continued to ripple through his throat.
A sigh, “Well then maybe....maybe...” he paused, clearing his throat and pulling up to look into your jovial eyes, “Maybe we can switch it up...just a little.”
Confusion swashed your senses, “What....switch...you mean?”
Yunho nodded, his brilliant white teeth biting down on his full and pouty lower lip as you pondered what he had just stated.
You felt your cheeks start to blush crimson and your cock start to rise as realization of what he was offering hit you like a bullet train off its tracks.
“You...” you smiled and figured you looked like a kid in a candy store, “You'd let me do that?”
“Well, that is...” Yunho seemed nervous, hands wringing above the legs now straddling yours, “If you want to...”
You nodded, your hands clinging ever harder onto Yunho's warming biceps, “Yeah, yeah...yeah I'd like to.”
Relief seemed to wash over Yunho's form, his shoulders dropping as if a weight had been lifted, “Okay....” he chuckled, a faint blush of his own creeping slowly around his cheeks, “What a weird honeymoon conversation.”
A snort fell from your lips as laughter washed out the nervous tension, “Well it was nice of you to offer anyways.”
Yunho smiled once again and you decidedly rolled him over, laying him on his back, your legs straddling in echo of where he was just seconds before.
His erection strained through his boxers, you could feel it against your spreading buttocks as his eyes roved over your aroused and naked body.
“So....” you paused, leaning down inches away from your husband's willing lips, “When should we start?”


FIN




Jumat, 28 Januari 2011

Unspoken Words

Title : Unspoken Words
Author : une_topaze ( http://community.livejournal.com/sanity_keeper/2412.html )
Pairings : Yunho x Changmin

Genre : PG-13

Disclaimer : I own nothing. Story and plot belongs to un_topaze@ http://community.livejournal.com/sanity_keeper/2412.html



Changmin prefers to keep his thoughts to himself, because he always ends up saying the wrong thing. Not everyone appreciates his honesty or playful sarcasms. Books and iPods are his constant companions; his band mates probably thinks he is too quiet to fit in their rowdy group.

***

We have no choice but proceed with surgery, Yunho-sshi. If you continue to delay the decision, you may not be able to talk or sing again. Yunho fights the burn pooling behind his eyes. So this is how Junsu felt back then. We will talk to President Lee about giving you a month off. They just debuted two months ago.

Yunho slams the bedroom door, picks up Bambi, lies down in Jejung's bed in a fetal position and pulls the comforter over his head. Jejung tells everyone to finish their meals, Yunho just need some time to himself.

Changmin tip-toes to the bedroom after dinner because he is worried. He opens the door slowly to take a peek at the lump on the farthest corner in the dark room before closing it softly behind him when he hears their band leader's muffled sobs. When their manager breaks the news that night, Jejung and Junsu storms into their night sanctuary and hugs their leader tight. Changmin hesitates, but he reaches for Yuchun who stands quietly next to him, pulls both of them on top of the three men and drapes his long arms around his band mates like a protection shield.

***

On the day of the operation, Yunho makes it clear that they will not miss the dance practice. It's a minor operation, he'll be fine. He'll catch up with them easily because he is the best dancer in the band, if not in SME. It is not a request but an order. Yunho watches the van leave the driveway and waits for his own ride.

It's February but the cold is still biting to the naked skin. He reaches into his long coat pocket looking for extra warmth when his fingers touches something. Completely bewildered, he takes it out and there's a folded yellow paper between his fingers. A note. He reads the hurried but neatly written hangul.

Yunho hyung,
We will visit you after practice.
Max


Yunho wonders when sneaky Changmin slips the note. On his way to the hospital, he pats the content inside his pocket and he realizes that he's no longer anxious. Neither Yunho nor Changmin mentions the paper when they came for a visit that evening, but the older man knows now that what their youngest lacks verbally, he has found another way to show he cares.

***

It was all over the news, not quite for the right reasons. The car accident left everyone in shock, himself included. Their leader is in a daze, Changmin can almost feel Yunho's discomfort wearing the damn neck brace.

Hyung
Just shout if you need anything, anything at all.
Max


***

Yunho takes out a metal box from his closet (with much difficulty), and places the note he found on his pillow in it. He has a feeling that there will be more. A lot more.

***

Yunho flashes his extra white, completely straight teeth.

The fuck, you got yourself new teeth? (Yoochun tends to swear when he's surprise)
I'm locking all my fans in a room and throwing away the key!(Jejung will do it if it's possible)
I'm blind, I'm blind... (Junsu fails at being dramatic)

Changmin smirks, their leader has been complaining almost daily how his crooked teeth hurts when he sings. He knew that there's another reason for Yunho's sudden decision to quit smoking (he caught leader-sshi sharing a puff or two after the throat surgery with Yuchun). Yunho notices the youngest looking at him from the kitchen and grins. Changmin laughs, and continues raiding their fridge to appease his growling stomach.

***

Painkillers are on the second drawer in the kitchen cabinet next to the fridge.

***

Yunho starts to wonder why he's the only one getting Changmin's notes. He has seen Changmin comforting the other members personally when they're down.

When Jejung blames himself for the DUI and cries quietly in his bed, Changmin slips under the cover, holds the eldest close and lulls him to sleep.

When Yuchun breaks up with his girlfriend, Changmin drives both of them to the broken hearted man fave spot at the Han River and lends his shoulder (to cry on) until his hyung sobers up from crying and soju.

When Junsu fumes over the Hollywood Bowl so-called scandals, Changmin distracts him with video games. Winner will tickle the loser as punishment. Junsu begs Changmin for mercy after losing the game for the third time on the fourth day.

Yunho envies their skinships. Changmin never initiates any of these with him; maknae will usually pat his back and offer him food. Isn't it easier to just call or write him a text message instead of leaving scraps of paper on his belongings?

(Truth is Jejung usually moves in to comfort riida-sshi almost immediately. Changmin is always two seconds too late)

***

Yunho cannot keep it inside him anymore.

Jejung-ah, does Min leave you random notes? (Yunho ensures he does not sound too interested, just curious.)
Yeah (riida-sshi heart sinks, maybe he's not that special after all) if you call cut out recipes "notes"
Yunho tries not to grin.

He asks the same question to his other bandmates.
Hmmm... just to gloat when he wins or threaten to throw my PSP into the Han River whenever he loses a game. Sore loser~
Junsu swears that Yunho skips away from him like a six-year old girl.

Yuchun crinkles his forehead.
Is there a reason why he should leave me any when he can just talk to me?
Riida-sshi feels very special indeed.

***

Manager hyung, he can barely walk. Surely we can post..
I'll carry Yunho on my back if I have to, Changmin. Get ready, the van is already waiting

Changmin growls but knows that they have no choice but to go to Japan as scheduled. He goes into his room and starts packing. Lose the battle, win the war.

***

That night in their Japan apartment, Yunho finds a familiar addition on his bed side table. This time it is in Japanese, and there are random sad face doodles around it.

We are neither God nor Superman, so be Human.

Yunho keeps the blue note in his wallet.

***

Junsu strokes Jejung's hair in the dark alley to calm his fury. Both of them are crying, helpless. Yuchun stands at the other end of the alley, the cigarette between his fingers trembles with anger and frustrations. Changmin watches as the Jungs left the room. Thank you for staying, Changmin. He nods, bows and goes inside.

He hates the smell of the room, but thankful that there is no scent of death. He sits down next to the bed, staring at their sleeping band leader. He rushes straight from class to the hospital when Jejung told him on the phone about the incident. Maybe I can work on my assignments while waiting.

Twenty minutes later, the youngest rips a blank page from his book and furiously write a word.
BABO!!!!!!!!!!!

His hand shakes from intense rage at their leader's brief negligence, almost breaking the pen he holds. The sound of his warm tears fall on the paper echoes in the quiet room. When Changmin pulls himself together, he writes another sentence as his left hand slips under the cover and entwine with the slightly smaller hand.
Wake up please.

An hour later, there's a promise written in black and white
I'll stop stealing your food

Changmin doesn't believe in God, yet he offers a silent prayer. Please, please don't take him away from us. He adds another sentence on the semi-crumpled paper before sleep embraces him.
Hyung, don't leave us

(Yunho wakes up a few hours later and carefully extracts the piece of paper from under maknae's hand. He gives it a glance through and keeps it in the drawer. His other band mates are sleeping on the sofa; Junsu snoring softly on Jejung's shoulder while Yuchun's sleeps comfortably on Junsu's thigh. He kisses the top of the young man head to wake him up and puts on his most dazzling smile.

I'm sorry Min-ah

Stupid hyung.


The note seems to be forgotten but Yunho makes sure that it is the first thing he packs into his bag when he's discharged. Alone in his room, he clips it together with a copy of the anti-fan letter and puts it back carefully inside the aluminum box.)

***

His back makes a loud pop and there is only pain before everything goes dark.

***

Yunho knows when he sees the green envelope in Jejung's hand.

I didn't peek, the boy refuses to tag along. He says he has a lot of assignments but I know he's moping around like a lost puppy in his room.

Can't stay away from the hospital, can you? Did Jejung hyung give you the bananas? I've seen that lusty look in his eyes whenever he's around them!

Yunho scans the eldest from top to bottom and laugh. Unless the said fruit fits in his back pocket like the envelope did, Jejung comes empty handed.

Do you have something else for me, hyung? Something yellow, perhaps?

Jejung blushes and tries to convince riida-sshi that the bananas are maknae's evil cronies.

His fans always sends him the most luscious bunch of bananas, Yunnie-yah! How am I supposed to resist when it begs to be peeled and devoured?

Yunho makes a bargain with the eldest.

(Yunho insists on performing at their O Encore concerts, the doctor has no choice but to give him painkiller shots. Jejung drives Yunho around for a month)

***

Junsu comes home to moans and low grunts. He clutches Yuchun's arm (ouch!) and pales when he realize the noises comes from Yunho's bedroom.

That feels so good Jae. Do it again, yes that spot.
I told you I'm good at this.
Je...Jejung slower, it hurts.
It will be better soon, Yunnie-ah. I promise.


Junsu runs into Yuchun's room and buries his head under Yuchun's pillow. His virgin ears is traumatised. The owner of the bed looks as perplexed but takes it in his stride. Love in any form is good.

***

In the metal box is a post-it note, it was previously attached to the bottle in Jejung's left hand.

Hyung,
Mom said this will make it all better. Jejung hyung agreed to do it, just suck it in if it hurts (and it will).
I'll call Yuchun hyung to pick me up when the party is over.
Changmin


(Clumsy Yunho sprains his ankle while climbing the stairs of their apartment. Yoosu puts in extra hours of dance practice and naturally missed the important part of the whole incident.)

***

What are you doing Min?
Working on a plan.
And what evil are you concocting dear maknae?
I'm gonna steal Junsu's fans, for you.
...
I would give you mine, but I love my food so Junsu is the next best person.
Why... would I want, need his fans?
They will give you health drinks instead of those sappy love letters.
Hey, no bitching about my girls. We can buy those drinks ourselves or endorse a brand for unlimited supply?


Changmin looks up from the top of his glasses and smirks. Yunho shivers.
Now, where's the fun in that hyung?

***

Yunho never says anything about the notes, but Changmin knows that he reads it. It has become their unique way of communicating- not quite private but still, personal. These days the notes has become more casual and perhaps, demanding?

***

Yunho finds the note on his wallet after shower.
Hyung
Don't forget my chips~
Changmin


On their day off, it is in between the manhwa he's reading.
DID YOU EAT MY CHIPS??????

When he wakes up, he finds a bright pink post-it note on his forehead.
Please, please please tell Jejung hyung to cook. I'm sick of takeaways. I'm still growing ;-;

Stuck to the fridge when he comes home late night from staff meeting.
Hyung's dinner is in the red container. DO NOT TOUCH THE BLUE!
(The blue container is double the size of the red.)

Yunho finds a second note under it.
Stay away from my chocolates. I have listed them down, hyung. I know if any is missing.

(He took a Hershey's Kisses anyway and was forced to replace it the next morning. On the way back Yunho has to call Jejung to pick him up because he is lost. As he waits for the eldest to come to his rescue, he opens the packet of chocolate and pops it in his mouth like peanuts, careful to leave only one untouched. He hates driving.)

***

Yunho hugs him from behind the sofa, and snuggles against his neck as he starts to spell,

A-P-P-L-E

Riida-sshi's warm breath against his skin tickles. Yunho smirks and waves the red paper between his fingers in front of him. Changmin makes a mental note to pick a harder word next time, like factory or island.

***

Five years since the first note, Yunho's aluminum box is almost full. He sifts through the papers in various colours, textures and sizes. There are napkins, post-it-notes (the most colourful of the bunch), scrap papers, labels, torn cereal boxes with Korean, Japanese and random English written on it. All of them are carefully dated, because Yunho doesn't want to forget.

Some are in neat handwritings (I'm going to the movie with Yuchun-hyung/BRB/Junsu is wearing your boxers again), plenty in chicken scrawls (I spilled water on Jejung's new suede boots. HELP!/Mom called, be back tomorrow/Han Ga in-sshi is getting married, I'm in mourning. Call me when dinner is ready) while most are just doodles and random drawings of food or Junsu when he's bored.

At least he doesn't take stalker pictures of them.

***

He corners Changmin after their fifth debut anniversary dinner and asks the million dollar question. Shim Changmin leans closer and whispers,
You don't throw them away.

What Bandaged Fingers Man

Title: What Bandaged Fingers Mean
Author : sophie_yaru ( http://community.livejournal.com/w_complexity/387.html )
Pairings: HoMin (Yunho x Changmin)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None that I can think of
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Yunho has been in the USA and is returning to Korea. Changmin has missed him and has been up late at night working on something. Poster Credits to myself.
Disclaimer : Plot and story belongs to sophie_yaru ( http://community.livejournal.com/w_complexity/387.html ) I own nothing. Enjoy!!



Changmin worked furiously at his desk, his back hunched as he set his whole concentration on the object he held. His fingers worked with speed and accuracy, snipping here and sewing there. The accuracy had come at a cost of thousands of mistakes and of the hours he had spent working on his 'project'.

He froze when he thought he had heard a noise emit from the room next to his. His whole body stayed stiffened as he strained his ears to hear any other noises. As he waited his eyes flickered to his door, checking to make sure he had locked it. He had. When no other noise was heard he nodded quietly to himself and quickly finished what he had been working on.

But the noise had unnerved him and several times his fingers slipped, causing injuries to himself. Finally when he was done he stood up and being as quiet as the dead he put verything away, making sure that he left no trace behind to give clues to what he had been doing.

He then looked down at his hands, analyzed the damage done to them and then with a small sigh, reached for the bandages.

~~~

"Morning~Morning! Wakey~ Wakey!" A squeaky, shrilling singing voice penetrated throughout the quiet house.

Changmin groaned and pulled his pillow around his head, trying to muffle out the dolphin's voice. Waking up was the last thing he wanted to do.

BANG. BANG. BAM. "Owwie!" Junsu's voice cried out from right in front of Changmin's door. "Hey Changmin, why's your door locked?" Junsu asked.

Changmin mentally slapped himself, finding no strength to carry out the action physically. He had meant to unlock the door before falling asleep, but it seem sleep had claimed him first. He turned and tried to dig himself deeper into the covers, hoping the duckbutt would give up and leave him alone.

There was a silence and a small smile crowned Changmin's face as he was about to go back to sleep.

"JAEJOONG! JAE JAE!! UMMA!!" Junsu's voice rose octaves higher, until Changmin could have sworn that it could be hear all throughout Korea. "CHANGMIN HAS HIS DOOR LOCKED!!"

Changmin groaned in frustration.

"UMMA!" Junsu continued to wail. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID THAT'S NOT ALLOWED!!!"

"Gaaah!" Changmin threw his covers and pillow away from him and jumped out of the bed. He unlocked his door and yanked it open, revealing a Junsu that had his mouth opened, ready to continue yelling.

Changmin did not even think twice before one of his socks found their way to Junsu's mouth. He angrily stuffed the sock into shocked, gagging Junsu. "SHUT THE FRIGGIN UP STUPID! THE ONLY DOOR THATS LOCKED IS THE DOOR TO YOUR INTELLIGENCE!!"

"Leave him alone Changmin, don't take it out on Junsu just because you were up late doing who knows what." A sleepy looking Yoochun warned Changmin as he helped Junsu dislodge the dirty sock and rubbed Junsu's back soothingly.

Changmin could not retort anything and stormed back into his room, slamming the door. He did not want them to ask him about what HAD kept him up.

Out on the hallway yoochun led Junsu to the bathroom and handed him a toothbrush and toothpaste. "He just misses Yunho." Yoochun murmurred as he watched Junsu scrub his mouth clean.

~~~

Yunho contained a yawn as he exited the airplane. A stewardess had to chase him down to give him his luggage. Yunho had blinked from his beneath his glasses and then apologize to the woman before continuing on to a taxi. One on the taxi he relaxed and a small smile graced his face as he told himself he was back home.

~~~

Changmin's fingers drummed the desk impatiently as his eyes practically threw lase rbeams at the digital clock that was in front of him. He would be home soon.

He glanced down at his fingers and smiled. He didnt mind the bandages around them, it had been worth it.

He heard the doorbell ring and he stood up quickly, knocking down the chair to the ground. He didn't waste time picking it back up and instead rushed out of his room, already knowing who it was.

~~~

Yunho braced himself as the three members crowded around him, their faces all enthusiastic with his return. But his eyes brushed past them, looking for the fourth member.

Junsu and Jaejoong pulled him towards the living room and settled him down on the couch, with them quickly sitting besdie him.

"So how was America?" Junsu asked, bouncing up and down, showing his joy.

"Not Korea." Yunho said. 'Not home, not where he was.' he thought and he sighed without realizing it.

"Are you tired?" Jaejoong asked him. "The management scheduled you for a radio show, along with me and Changmin, but if you tired I could -"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Yunho assured him. 'I'll be spending time with him, what is more important than that?'

~~~

Changmin ran into the living room, his long legs almost tangling up with themselves in his rush to get to him. He felt his heart give a beg squeeze within his chest as he saw him sitting between Junsu and Jaejoong on the couch.

"Yunho."

Yunho looked up and smiled, getting up from the couch and opening up his arms, an invitation.

Changmin rushed into the strong, warm arms of the man he had missed with all of his heart. Yunho's arms tightened around him, holding him closer in their embrace.

Changmin's own arms wrapped themselves around Yunho, never wanting to let go, never wanting to say good bye to him again, for whatever reason. He burrowed his face into Yunho's neck, inhaling Yunho's sweet musky scent.

This felt right. This was what he had been looking for all these days. He wished a fool's wish and wished time could stop on this moment.

"Changmin!" Jaejoong' shcoked voice broke that fragile wish, reminding Changmin that those kind of wishes were impossible.

"What happened to your hands?" Jaejoong asked.

'Drat.' Changmin had been so excited with Yunho' return that he had been careless about hiding his bandaged hands.

As Yunho pulled away from Changmin, having heard Jaejoong' concerned question, Changmin tried to pull his hands to where no one could see them, in a desperate attempt to say 'nothing is wrong, you're seeing things.'

But Yunho's hands found his arms and Yunho used his steel grip to prevent Changmin from doing such things.

Yunho brought his hands up, so they could all see. Changmin heard Junsu's gasp, the overreacting duckhead, and saw the smile on Yunho's face slip into a frown.

"It's just some cuts." Changmin tried to sound indifferent so it wouldn't become a big deal.

Jaejoong though was not about to let him be. He appeared right beside Yunho and took Changmin's hands from Yunho so he could scrutinize them himself, his dainty face showing his displeasure. "It's not just some cuts, its a lot of them! And your fingers are all swelled up!"

Changmin yanked his hands away. Jaejoong said it like it was a bad thing. Changmin was actually proud of the stat his fingers were in. They showed the hard work he had put to use. He felt his stomach churn when Jaejoong turned to Yunho and placed his hand on Yunho's arm.

A bit too affectionately.

"Maybe we should let Changmin stay home tomorrow, so the swelling can go down." Jaejoong suggested to the leader-shii.

Yunho said nothing, a frown still on his face and deep in his own thoughts.

Jaejoong playfully shoved Yunho, making him snap out of his reverie. "I'm sure the radio won't mind." Jaejoong continued, thinking the frown was because Yunho did not agree. "Beside's we could make it a YunJae Radio Special."

Changmin felt his mouth open. He knew it was childish but he was tired and cranky. He had missed his Yunho. He had been looking forward to this day ever since he saw Yunho step into the airplane to go to the USA. And he had worked hard, endlessly at night. And now his Yunho was angry at him for stupid swollen fingers and Jaejoong wanted a YunJae Radio Special when Changmin had been planning on spending Yunho's first day with him?

He gritted his teeth and turned around angrily. He stormed back to his room, slamming the poor abused door and falling into his bed, his eyes blinking so he wouldn't cry.

It was most deffinetly so, childish. But he had cried himself to sleep so many times feeling lonely, with only a forlorn, raggedy Bambi by his side.

Bambi. Changmin lifted his head and stared at Bambi and what he had worked so hard on. He felt bitter and reached out to take the object he had made and stood up, thinking it now stupid, it reminding him of being childish and anting to get rid of it.

But as he was walking across the room and toward the wastebasket the door opened and Yunho walked in.

Changmin froze, turning his body so he would shield what he held in his hands from Yunho's gaze.

Yunho came in alone and once the door was closed again, he stood there, observing Changmin.

"That was a bit childish, storming out of the living room. If something disturbed you, you should have told us, don't you think so Changmin-shii?"

What was up with him addressing him so formally? Changmin looked at Yunho's face. He was acting like U-know, TVXQ's leader, instead of Yunho, Changmin's best friend and lover.

So he was mad at him. Changmin hid his fear by being rude. "Well, what's it to you?" He retorted back. "If you don't mind I'd like to get some sleep for tomorrow's radio show. I'm so sorry to dissapoint the fans but there won't be any YunJae Special tommorow."

"Is that why you're mad?"  Yunho asked and sighed. Changmin hated how the sigh and the stance Yunho took reminded him of a scolding parent and a child.

"What if it is? You're mad at me too, so what difference does it make?"

"I'm mad at you?" Yunho sounded suprised. "And how the hell did you come up with that one?"

"You're tone. And your face. When Jaejoong pointed out my fingers you got mad at me. Don't try to deny it, I saw you're face."

Yunho sighed again, but this time he sounded exhausted. He pushed his hair back and Changmin noticed how tired he looked. He felt a twinge of guilt.

Yunho sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Changmin. "I'm not mad at you, Changmin."

"I said don't try to deny i-"

"Im mad at myself." Yunho's statement caused Changmin to close his mouth, dumbfounded. "I feel like I fail you when I see that you're hurt and I wasn't there to prevent you from being hurt."

"Oh, Yunho." Changmin walked to Yunho and hugged him, forgetting about what he held.

"I don't think I could ever be mad at you, Changmin. Frustrated, yes, especially when you get those silly YunJae notions of yours. YunJae may I remind you is make-believe, HoMin on the other hand, " Yunho paused his hands reaching out to grab Changmin's. "Is Real."


Yunho pulled Changmin close to him, and gave him a soft, gentle kiss.

Changmin's face got red, but it was his lips that still burned with the sensation.

"Oh? What's this?" Yunho asked as he took the object from Changmin.

Changmin's eyes widened and he tried to get it back, not wanting to embarress himself. Yunho though held the animal out of changmin's reach as he looked at it.

"Is this bambi?" Yunho asked looking at Changmin, curiously.

"Y-Yes, uhh I mean N-no! I mean.. It is bambi but it isn't your duaghter bambi, its.." Changmin paused, a bit uncomfortable.

Yunho gave a whistle of appreciation. "Did you make this Changmin? Is that why you're fingers are all-"

"Yeah." Changmin softly said.

"It's really good, it looks like a real Bambi. You have talent Changmin!" Yunho said.

Changmin smiled warily. "Really?" He asked. "Because... It's for you."

Yunho looked at Changmin quietly which made Changmin start getting nervous.

"I'm not trying to replace your bambi!" He quickly defended himself afraid that Yunho would feel insulted. "It's just I was thinking that I could keep your bambi when you're not with me and you could keep the new bambi, and think of... me." He finished lamely and ducked his head.

"I know you're not trying to replace my daughter," Yunho said and softly made Changmin look into his eyes. "I'm happy because You've made me my new daughter, an addition to OUR family. You won't mind if I call it Minnie?"

Changmin shook his head, happy that Yunho had liked the welcome back present.

"Good. Now how about we test our new snuggle baby and snuggle together for a nap?" Yunho asked and Changmin could tell by his weary voice that Yunho was truly tired.

So he nodded and he snuggled next to Yunho, falling asleep.

And just as he was about to drift into dreamland he remembered the other two objects in his desk and smiled mischievously. If Junsu tried to mess with his sleep again... or Jaejoong tried to actually make YunJae happen, the two voodoo dolls within his drawers would provide amusement.

He giggled and allowed himself to fall asleep, feeling that even though time would never stop, that as long as he had Yunho by his side he wouldn't mind.

~~~

Kamis, 27 Januari 2011

Kiss Kiss

Title: Their Little Dongsaeng
Subtitle: Kiss kiss
Author : toma_love ( http://toma-love.livejournal.com/550.html#cutid1 )
Pairing: Homin
Rating: G
Summary: The real count of how Minnie's first kiss was taken.
Disclaimer : I own nothing. plot and Story belongs to toma_love ( http://toma-love.livejournal.com/550.html#cutid1 )

I remember the first time I was kissed. Not when I kissed someone but when I was kissed. It was my first kiss none the less. After one of the numerous interviews with the same cliche questions; first loves, new songs, how we feel about our fans and so on. Then of course came the relationship questions about before we debuted and what we like in girls.

I could never tell if my hyungs said the truth or not, who really knew if Yunho liked headstrong girls to lead him in life or if Junsu liked those who worked out with bright personalities. Since I've never had a girlfriend I thought up some random things I would like in a girlfriend.

"I want a girl who sticks to her morals. Basically someone who finishes whatever she starts and sets her mind to."

I don't know if I would really like that to tell you the truth. I made my dream girl sound like a military brat or something I think.

On the ride back my hyungs mocked each other back and forth about their responses to the questions. Yoochun began laughing when Yunho joked that the ones that were always answering for the whole group were either him or Jaejoong.

Junsu pouted and said, "I don't know if I like that. Sure you're the leader and the oldest but I want to answer more than one question."

Yoochun was almost as red as his scarf when he said, "but you got your own few questions directed at your lame jokes."

"They're not lame."

"Kamo come on."

The bus erupted into a new fit of laughter and I was about to say another of Junsu's infamous jokes when the jokester retaliated, "Don't even say anything Min ah. You and your I want a girl who finishes everything she starts."

More laughter followed and I nervously followed along with a stiff smile. Jaejoong picked up the joke now. "I wonder what he wants finished."

Yoochun was about to turn red again when he answered Jaejoong's question. "That ones easy hyung. Mr. I've never been kissed stops at that. He wants to get laid for a change."

Well that sure was unexpected. As if it wasn't obvious that I was the only virgin left in the group. So sue me if I didn't want to lose my virginity to some random fangirl who STILL wants an autograph after sex. Isn't it enough that I had sex with you?

Yunho looked at me and weakly smiled offering comfort. I hadn't thought much of the smile until later on that night.

We all got out of the car and began a loud walk up to the apartment on a higher floor. I was silent of course still playing over my poor choice of words. Why didn't I say something more along the lines of 'a down to earth girl who treats herself right and is kind to others' anything would have been better.

As we walk in Yunho grabs my hand and stops me, letting the front door close with a soft click. "Hyung ah..."

"It's okay Min ah. Don't let what they say get to you."

I huffed and replied staring at his grasp around my small wrist. "But hyung it's true. I've never had a girlfriend so how am I supposed to say what type of girls I like dating."

"It's okay to be innocent. That's why we love you, you're our little dongsaeng."

"It's not right that everyone can be manly and all that and I'm always either a guy who has never kissed or a guy who is always stuffing his face with food. I'm tired of being that."

Yunho hugged me to him and being as sentimental as I was at the moment I let my head loll to the side and rest on the side of his head (the height difference was made evident to me once again) and I wrapped my arms around him tightly. He pulled back and just as we were about to let go he gently pecked me on the lips.

I stared dumbfounded at my leader and he extended his neck for another kiss, this one more softer and more feeling. I froze and after he took my chin in his hands he bent my head at a preferred angle and he deepened the kiss. I returned the notion and was about to kiss him back when I felt the warm tip of his tongue tracing my bottom lip.

I quickly pulled away and covered my face with my hand to avoid making my blush obvious to Yunho. "Yunho ah."

He took a step towards me his hands on my hips as he whispered into my ear, "now all you have to do is stop eating so much."

I watched him leave me out in the hallway, my face flaming and my lips tingling after Yunho's kiss. I smiled brightly to myself allowing my eyes to become disproportioned like they supposedly did and headed into the apartment... to join my hyungs and return my leader sshi the favor.


Rabu, 26 Januari 2011

The Evolution Of A Kiss

My favorite one.. how it all begins..
 
Title: The Evolution of A Kiss
Author: [info]yuxo and [info]butterflyweb
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Changmin and Yunho and how their kisses change as they do--apart, but more importantly, together.
Disclaimer : It's not mine. Not mine. The original posted in : http://community.livejournal.com/minho_yongwonhi/70680.html#cutid1



The moment they get inside the apartment, he takes the five steps that cross the infinitesimal living room and barricades himself inside the bedroom, flopping face down on his bed and trying to smother himself with his pillow.

Those jerks.

His face is still hot from embarrassment, his guts still knotted up and twisted this way and that, a lump in his throat the size of a softball. Junsu hyung had teased him mercilessly afterwards, his forehead pressed to the cool window of the van as he tried not to burst into tears or just punch the older boy hard enough in the arm to leave a bruise he'd remember. Yoochun hyung had given him a sympathetic look, but they were all still too much strangers for anything beyond that. At least they're giving him his space now.

He doesn't think he'd forgive them otherwise.

"Changmin-ah?"

Well god, Yunho just doesn't know how to read minds, does he?

"Changmin?" Another soft knock at his door. He doesn't feel like answering--doesn't want to see his hyung, doesn't want to have to face someone like Yunho when all he feels is scorching embarrassment. He covers his head with his pillow and wills the older boy to just walk away.

Changmin can almost hear Yunho debating whether or not to press the issue. Leave, leave, lea-

"I can break the door down if you want."

Hot damn.

Changmin jerks off the bed and scrambles for the doorknob when he hears Yunho retreat a couple of steps and counting to three. He pulls it open, face set in an extremely unimpressed expression, and lifts an eyebrow at his hyung.

The expression is mirrored, but with a hint of remorse behind it.

"Are you going to stay in here all night?"

He tries to resist the urge to snap back petulantly, and settles on silence instead.

So much more mature.

"Are you going to not talk all night as well?"

Changmin stares. Then glares. The subtle difference in expressions isn't lost on Yunho.

"If it means anything, I'm sorry." His eyes soften and the corners of his lips pull down. Changmin can feel the anger draining out of himself.

"It," he starts, and Yunho takes three steps forward so they can stand closer. Changmin clears his throat at the proximity and casts his eyes down. "It was just mean, okay?"

A hand lands awkwardly on his shoulder. "But we didn't mean anything by it. It wasn't even our idea. It was just...a joke."

Changmin scowls at the floor, tempted to shrug off the other boy's touch. "Then it was a mean joke."

"And I'm sorry," Yunho says quietly, and Changmin can't deny the sincerity in the older boy's voice. He clenches his fists and heaves a sigh, not knowing what to do.

Yunho puffs his cheeks out in frustration and guilt. Desperate times call for desperate measures, especially since Changmin refuses to even look at him.

"Hey," he starts, moving both hands around the back of Changmin's neck. He takes a deep breath and leans in, violating all personal bubbles, and presses his forehead against Changmin's. The younger boy has no choice but to look into Yunho's eyes, face crimson with embarrassment and shock.

Yunho's gaze is steady on him, even as he feels his cheeks heat hotter, closing his eyes in a poor attempt to dodge the other's gaze.

"I thought I ruined everything, hyung," he confesses, mouth downturned. "I thought I messed everything up and you guys would never forgive me."

"Well if that were true," Yunho smiles, "Then it would be our own faults for putting you there in the first place. And then you'd never forgive us. And then you'd hate us forever. And then-" He cuts off when Changmin opens his eyes and gives Yunho an exasperated look.

"I-" Changmin starts.

"...What are you guys doing?" Jaejoong's voice interrupts their little session. Yunho freezes in surprise. Changmin startles and immediately tries to pull away, forgetting Yunho's hands on the back of his neck.

"Jesus-" Yunho says in a rush, tilting forward when he loses his balance. Changmin's back hits the doorframe and Yunho lands square on top of him, pinning him under a warm body, instinctively wrapping his arms around Changmin's waist.

Changmin squeaks.

"Already preying on the magnae?" Jaejoong drawls. "And you call yourself leader."

Yunho flushes and Changmin quietly wishes for Jaejoong's head to explode. Maybe if he crosses his fingers, all of Jaejoong's precious cutlery will explode too.

Quickly gathering himself, Yunho coughs in embarrassment, pulling away and not meeting Changmin's eyes at any cost.

"If you guys were so intent on doing something like this, you should walk into the bedroom-" Jaejoong is successfully cut off when Yunho squawks and takes a step forward to beat the living shit out of the eldest. Snickering unkindly, Jaejoong shuffles away to the safety of the living room.

"Uh," Yunho tries, staring at his feet. "He, uh...I..."

Changmin almost snickers despite his own blushing. He gives a sarcastic sigh, takes a few steps forward, invades Yunho's personal space. Desperate times call for desperate measures, he thinks, smiling shyly as he presses his forehead to Yunho's.

The older boy laughs, flashing a smile that shows off wonky teeth and ruffles his hair.

"Now that we've all been embarrassed..." A lopsided grin. "Forgiven?"

"...I suppose that could be arranged," Changmin sniffs. He takes a step back and tugs at his sleeves awkwardly.

Yunho leans in quickly before Changmin can get too far and kisses him softly on the cheek. "Kiss to make it better," he whispers in Changmin's ear, and turns away before the younger boy can reply.

Changmin watches Yunho walk away, heart fluttering nervously. He can feel his cheeks warming and a smile unwillingly pull his lips upwards in a solid smile.

Next time, he thinks, walking back to the bedroom, next time he'll turn his head.


**

His body is too lanky, too tall for the hospital chair he's curled in, the arms biting uncomfortably into his legs but he doesn't dare shift. Doesn't dare move. It's a game he's played with himself since he was a little kid and things were already too far over his head, too much out of his control. If he just stays still, holds his breath, doesn't step on the cracks in the tile, if he just doesn't mess up, everything will be okay.

Nothing that the doctors or nurses or Junsu or Yoochun or Jaejoong had said could even remotely convince him enough to leave, to walk away, to try and temporarily forget that this is Jung Yunho lying under sterile hospital sheets. That it's their strong, steadfast Leader-sshi lying pale and unmoving in a hospital bed.

Changmin bites roughly at his lower lip and lets tears well in his eyes. This isn't fair. None of this is fair. None of this was deserved.

He stares down at his lap, feels warm tears leave cold trails on his cheeks. He doesn't know how or when he falls asleep, but he dreams of nothing.

A nurse walks into the room and pauses when she sees an awkwardly resting boy half falling out of a chair onto the patient's bed. She considers waking him but decides against it. If he's here this late past visiting hours, then he's clearly here to stay.

Her patient is resting easier now, the worst through his system and he stirs as she checks his vitals, a guardedness in his eyes as if he's unsure where he is. She's about to open her mouth when said eyes light on the boy in his room, mouth slack and hair mussed, and fondness replaces unease.

"How long has he been here?" he gets out, voice raspy from the abuse his throat has taken. She clucks her tongue, tells him it's better if he rest his vocals.

"He's been here all day and it seems he wants to stay all night," she says quietly. Though her tone is disapproving, Yunho can see a soft smile hidden in warm eyes. "Now, you get some rest and get better so we can send him home." She gives Yunho a pointed look and he nods, letting his eyes slide shut.

But first, he rests a hand over Changmin's, letting it warm his heart.

---

Changmin wakes to gentle rustling and defeated sighs. He takes three seconds to wonder in disorientation just where the hell he is, why his face is pressed into a bed, and why he has twenty different cricks in his neck. Then he remembers and his heart rushes to his throat as he jerks up, looking around wildly.

"Morning, sleepy-head," Yunho smiles, voice still hoarse.

Changmin gapes, mouth open. He can't force anything coherent out of his mouth.

Yunho takes a long look at the tear tracks down Changmin's face. His heart warms and he curls his fingers around Changmin's hand even tighter, alerting the younger man for the first time that they have their hands joined.

"This soup is gross," Yunho chuckles, "They won't let me eat anything solid yet. Some breakfast, huhn?"

The relief coursing through Changmin's body is so clear and solid that fresh tears spring to his eyes. Without another word, he climbs onto Yunho's bed, fully aware of the startled expression on Yunho's face. He doesn't need to think about it, doesn't want to think about. He just does.

Yunho melts more than little when Changmin suddenly kisses him, hiccuping a little against his lips but never backing away. It's a thorough kiss and his eyes close before he can control it.

"Does it taste better now?" Changmin breathes shakily when he finally pulls away an eternity later.

The other man is silent and Changmin feels his heart bob in his throat, starting to pull away when Yunho tugs him down to fit against his side, still warm and strong and his hyung, even with an IV in his arm and a gray cast to his features and Changmin clings back, head tucked against his shoulder.

"Much," his hyung says quietly, running a hand through Changmin's unwashed hair.

"Yunho," Changmin croaks after a long moment of silence, purposely leaving the honorific off.

"Hm?"

"Next time, pass me the drinks first, okay?"

Yunho feels his heart clench. "I can't do that, Min-ah."

"You'll have to. If you're ever that stupid again, Jaejoong-hyung won't be the only one I one-touch."

"Oh I see," Yunho chuckles softly, "You'll hurt me to keep me from getting hurt. How sweet."

Changmin pushes himself up and just about crawls over Yunho's lap. He ignores the heat rising in his cheeks, the pounding of his heart in his ears, and gives his best watery glare before stubbornly kissing his hyung breathless. Yunho nearly upsets the soup and thinks nothing of it, wrapping his fingers in strands of Changmin's hair and kissing back.

When it breaks, Changmin can't help but sniffle, staring stubbornly into the man's face, putting on his best older brother voice.

"Got it?"

Yunho pets his hair, stroking it back from his eyes and gives him a wry smile.  "And what if I say no?"

Changmin frowns deeply, clicking his tongue. "Then Changmin-sama will have to punish you."

"I'd like to see you try."

Changmin almost pounces on him again with a growl, heart painfully heavy and indescribably light. He gives Yunho breathy kisses, sloppy kisses, slow kisses, desperate kisses, and every in-between he can think of.

Death by oxygen deprivation, Yunho thinks to himself in a daze. He tightens his grip around Changmin's neck to deepen and encourage every kiss he receives.

But man, what a way to go.


**

Somewhere, in the sensible and responsible parts of his brain, he knows this is work.

But it's hard to remember with a cerulean sky and white beaches, the sun turning his skin darker than it is already by nature and leaving his clothes plastered to his body with sweat. The hyungs are out on the AVs while he's elected to wander the beach, dodging in and out of the surf and digging for sand crabs. It makes him feel like a kid again, a break from the mature young adult he tries to be, and he only wishes Yun--someone would've stayed behind with him.

"What are you doing?"

Changmin yelps in surprise and falls on his hands on knees into warm sand, heart jackhammering in his throat. He takes a few seconds to regain his breath before jerking up, whirling around to glare at Yunho.

Yunho stares at him with wide eyes. "Why the fury?" he asks in a small voice. He discreetly slides his eyes down a toned torso, showing clearly through the shirt sticking to Changmin's body.

"You should alert people of your presence before you go around scaring the shit out of them!" Changmin huffs, brushing sand off his knees. Then he remembers what he was doing and shuffles to stand in front of it so that Yunho won't see.

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing."

Yunho rolls his eyes and grabs Changmin by the shoulders, pulling him into a sweaty hug. Changmin squeaks but melts into Yunho's chest against his will.

"...You should go finish that heart you were drawing," Yunho whispers into Changmin's ear, causing all sorts of chills. Changmin turns all the shades of red he knows of and buries his face deeper into his hyung's shoulder.

Yunho continues to stare at his own name written in the sand, followed by a huge heart that was almost complete.

"Hate you," Changmin mutters, thumping at his shoulder with a closed fist before pulling back, ears still burning.

"What's the rest of it?" Yunho asks, a sunny smile on his features to rival the one in the sky and Changmin is afraid his face is going to catch on fire. "Yunho hearts what?"

"The beach?" Changmin offers weakly, subtly trying to kick sand over his creation.

Yunho smirks and it's the work of the devil. "Close, but not quite," he says, pushing Changmin back onto the sand. Changmin stares up at him with a strange look, caught somewhere between shock and lust and adoration.

The older man shifts Changmin around until his head rests right after the huge heart drawn in the sand. "There," Yunho smiles, "That's about right."

"You heart my head?" Changmin squeaks.

"Yes, I heart your stupid head," Yunho snorts laughter, and leans down to press a firm kiss on Changmin's lips. A pleased hum reaches his ears and Yunho leans more into the kiss, daring to dart out a tongue to lick at Changmin's lower lip.

Changmin shivers despite the heat, grinning up at the other man.

"I knew you were always jealous of my mind."

"Whatever," Yunho breathes, "We both know I only want you for your body."

Changmin laughs despite himself and swings a leg around Yunho's waist, throwing his weight sideways until he's pinning Yunho into the sand. When his hyung's mouth opens to protest the turn in events, he takes the opportunity to lightly latch his teeth onto Yunho's lower lip, sucking and nipping until Yunho gives in with a husky moan.

"I am Changmin-sama," he whispers victoriously. "Hear me roar." And erupts into giggles as Yunho tickles his sides mercilessly, wrestling him into the surf.

"Hyung!" he gasps, writhing helplessly, the waves washing over their legs. "Hyung, please!"

"Never!" Yunho cackles, feeling and acting about a third of his age, tumbling and rolling with Changmin into the water. The chill makes both of them gasp but neither relents, determined to fight it out until one is victorious. "I'll show you who's on top!"

Changmin freezes and stares, red-faced, as Yunho looks down at him innocently. He starts giggling uncontrollably when Yunho refuses to catch the sexual innuendo packed into that one small sentence, shaking with laughter.

"Yah! Quit laughing!" the older man protests, face set in a mask of consternation, pinching at his cheeks obnoxiously as Changmin shakes.

"Oh--" he gasps, trying to catch his breath, "Oh, hyung, I love you so much."

The laughter dies as soon as the words are out of his mouth.

Yunho hears all the sounds around him dull to a droning roar, and he knows his mouth is hanging open in shock. Changmin's face tells him the younger man's just as shocked as he is by the sudden confession.

"I-" Changmin begins, tongue numb. He doesn't actually know what to say at this point.

Yunho snaps out of it when he sees Changmin's expression begin to border on panic. "Changmin," he starts to say.

Changmin makes a panicked whimper and tries to get up, get out from under Yunho; he wasn't ready to confess something like that yet, he's not ready to have this talk yet, not ready, not ready-

"I love you too," Yunho says, firm and sure, and crushes his mouth against Changmin's as he pushes the younger boy back into the water. He tangles fingers in Changmin's wet hair and moves his other hand down the length of Changmin's torso, eliciting a growling moan from eager lips.

The younger man arches up against him, an arm circling his torso, but Yunho can read the uncertainty in his eyes.

"How could I not?" he murmurs, biting at his own lip when he feels Changmin's response against his hip.

"Tell me again," Changmin gasps, pulling desperately at Yunho's wet shirt, "Tell me again so I'll know for sure."

"I love you," Yunho mumbles against Changmin's lips, drinking in all the kisses he can. He can feel himself losing control when he knows he shouldn't be doing this, definitely not right there, but he finds himself unable to care.

Changmin slips hands under the dripping cloth of Yunho's t-shirt to slide against a firm abdomen, grinning slyly to himself when Yunho groans in appreciation. "Tell me again," he demands, heart soft.

Yunho closes his eyes and lets his mouth open so Changmin can slip a tongue in. "Love you," he pants somewhere in between and wonders vaguely if this is what people liked to call "topping from the bottom." And even though he knows it is, he can't stop himself from letting it happen.

Changmin draws a leg up to hook over Yunho's waist, tongue sliding against the older man's, fingers wound into his hair. "Just me?" he breathes, eyes dark with want and Yunho can't seem to find his words, settling for kissing the young man until neither of them can breathe.

It's then he realizes that his hips are moving of their own accord, pushing forward and back and leaving Changmin's expression glazed over, soft noises falling from his lips.

Shit! his mind is screaming and Yunho groans in remorse, tearing himself away and collapsing in cold water. He dunks his entire head into the waves, breathing out frustrated groans that bubble to the surface.

Changmin lies still in shock and dazed lust, staring up at reddening skies, body thrumming with adrenaline and want. He thinks he might've died somewhere without realizing it.

Yunho resurfaces, slicking his hair back out of his face. "Min-ah, we can't." His eyes rake over the wet clothes clinging to Changmin's hard body, the tan that disappears just under the edge of his shorts...why again?

Changmin very stiffly turns his head to half-glare, half-pout at the older man. "Why can't we?" His finger taps a very restless rhythm of annoyance and sexual frustration out on his own thigh.

"Because...you...and I, and we," Yunho flails. He stops breathing altogether when Changmin slowly molests his body with his eyes and darts out a tongue to lick at the corner of his mouth.

"But I want you so badly," Changmin growls, sitting up suddenly and crawling over to Yunho on his hands and knees. Yunho almost has a seizure in his lust-induced state and tries to scramble away, only to be attacked when Changmin throws his entire weight over the older man's back. They collapse back into the water and Yunho tries to keep the moans mainly in his throat when he feels something insistently hard pressed against his back.

"Changmin," he gets out, biting the inside of his cheek to the point it nearly bleeds. "We can't. You're too young."

Statuatory, he tells himself, chants it like a mantra.

Changmin stills above him and Yunho almost sobs with relief. Any more of this and he thinks he might actually give in.

"Fine," Changmin says incredibly evenly and gets to his feet. "My birthday's not that far off."

Yunho gapes as Changmin calmly walks back to the hotel, all the implications and promises in that last sentence doing all sorts of things to overheat his body. Groaning helplessly, feeling drained beyond reason, he falls back into the water and lets the cold wash away his immediate desire.

Nobody comes out to find him until it's almost dusk out, and Yunho yelps in surprise when Jaejoong's grinning face suddenly appears in his line of vision.

"What!?" he demands, sitting up in a rush and shivering as a breeze chills the wetness on his body.

"Yoochunnie just told me he heard Changminnie jerking off in his room a little while ago," the eldest grins. He waggles his eyebrows up and down. "Would you like to say anything about that?"

Yunho stares at him for a full half-minute before splashing water at Jaejoong's face. "You...just! Get the hell out of here!" he yells, squeezing his eyes shut, knowing his face is tomato red.

Jaejoong laughs all the way back to the hotel. Yunho considers following--then thinks about this new bit of information.

Changmin. Jerking off. In his bed-

Yunho quickly lies back into the water, suddenly wishing it was even colder.


**

Yunho thinks that the lack of sexual gratification in his life is slowly driving him insane.

He clenches his fingers around the arm of the seat, hanging on as the bus rounds a corner and staring far too furtively at the brush of Changmin's long hair against the smooth nape of his neck, trying to resist the urge to sink his teeth into it. It isn't until Yoochun gives him a strange look over his sunglasses that he realizes he's all but drooling. Damn Changmin and their coordis alike.

"I want ice cream," Junsu declares out of the blue and Yunho groans on the inside. The sooner they get back to the hotel, the sooner he can go take a cold shower and jerk off-

He clears his throat uncomfortably, getting another weird look from Yoochun.

The bus comes to a slow stop in front of another picture perfect piece of architecture. They shuffle out one by one and Changmin slings an arm around Yunho's shoulder, tilts his head until Yunho's tilts his own head towards Changmin.

"Why the gloom face?" Changmin asks, his own expression one of smiles and sunny disposition.

"Nothing, nothing!" Yunho tries to laugh it off. Changmin turns and lifts an eyebrow but doesn't pursue it.

Of course, when Changmin buys himself a vanilla ice cream cone and begins to attack it with slow, dragging licks of the tongue, Yunho can't stop himself from staring and clenching his thighs together. Yoochun stares at him with wide eyes and Yunho's aware of this, but it doesn't make him whimper any less loudly.

Changmin sucks a dollop of melted vanilla off of his thumb, eyes closing breathlessly.

Yunho twitches.

"Would you just fuck him already?" Jaejoong mumbles under his breath, flipping through his magazine. Four pairs of eyes snap to him.

"What?" he growls. "The unresolved sexual tension is making me horny as hell and since I can't do anything about it, can you two please just get it over with?"

"Hey, he can fuck me whenever he wants. I'm just waiting for him to make the first move."

Four pairs of eyes now snap to Changmin's extremely unamused face, and he stares back at all of them, right eye twitching. "What!? You think it's any easier for me being at the receiving end of this!?"

Yunho pinches himself four times. This can't really be happening. Not out here, in Paris, in public, on a freaking double-decker for god's sake, with Changmin offering himself out loud for a whole audience of people to hear-

"You hear that, oh wise Leader-sshi?" Jaejoong glares, "Do something about it!"

But unless they all want to go to jail for public indecency, all he can do is cross his legs and pray they're destined for the hotel and fucking soon.

Junsu just slurps on his slushie and grins.

"Somebodies' getting laaaid tonight~"

Yunho waits until he sees a small tree branch overhead before kicking Jaejoong's seat. He feels instantly gratified, even though not sexually, when Jaejoong leaps up with a squawk and is whacked in the head.

---

When they finally get back to the hotel, Yunho thinks he may have ruptured something important down south from all the repressing and resisting.

Changmin gives him an easy look before slipping into his hotel room, leaving his door open. Junsu looks at Yunho who keeps staring at the floor, twitching occasionally.

"Well," Junsu says extremely loudly, "Yoochun? Would you like to accompany me to gather some sustenance? I feel rather famished."

Yoochun snorts and grabs onto Jaejoong's arm. "Come on, we're all going to gather some sustenance. Yunho-hyung, you're not invited. Get it? So please, find something useful to do with your time."

Yunho delivers a stunning rendition of Death Glare v.8.5 at there backs, chewing at this lip and glancing furtively towards the open door. He clears his throat. Taps his foot. Counts the stripes on the wallpaper and determinedly refuses to acknowledge why he's putting this off when all he wants to do is take Changmin against every available surface and maybe a few forbidden ones.

You're afraid he'll be disappointed, a evil little voice in his head snickers and Yunho glowers at the floor.

Am not.

Then get in there and fuck his mind out! Then he won't be able to be disappointed!

Well, who can argue the logic in that?

Swallowing the ball of nervousness in his throat, Yunho crosses the threshold and closes the door behind him with a fate-sealing click. He counts his steps down the hallway (seven) and takes a deep breath before looking up. He stares at Changmin staring at him.

"...Didn't think you'd actually come," Changmin says expressionlessly, pants halfway down his thighs. He looks down at his severe state of undress, desperately wishing he hadn't already taken off his shirt.

"I'm sorry," Yunho blurts, taking a tentative step forward, running a hand awkwardly through his hair. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long."

Changmin arches an eyebrow but makes no response. Dammit.

Yunho inches forward, climbing onto the bed and hesitating a moment before leaning forward to leave a kiss on Changmin's hip. "Sorry I've waited to do this." Another kiss, this time to his navel, and then again just below. "And this."

Changmin gasps noisily at the sensation and falls against the bed, throwing his head back when Yunho mouths his erection through the thin layer of his briefs. He moans eagerly as Yunho breathes against it, warming and then burning the hardness underneath.

"Don-Don't go slow," Changmin groans, arching his back. Yunho's fingers graze the sides of his stomach, dragging down to his hips, nails digging into soft flesh. "I need you, I want you," he breathes.

Yunho bites his lip in an attempt to find some self-control. He sits back and begins to take off his shirt, fumbling and getting lost in the fabric in all his desperation to get it off. Changmin lets out a strangled laugh, tearing it the rest of the way off him and no doubt ripping it in the process. Yunho can't bring himself to care much.

He leans forward, covering the younger man's body with his own, sucking and biting noisily at his neck.

"It's our first time, Min-ah," he mumbles. "I don't want it to be a quick fuck."

"Sap," Changmin growls, hands running up along his back. "Please, Yunho..."

Yunho moans in soft refusal and continues to suck downwards, taking his time to cover as much skin as he can with possessive kisses littered with small bites. Changmin makes delicious noises and Yunho doesn't even know how he's waited this long.

He pauses to grab the edge of the younger man's briefs and mentally prepares himself. Changmin's dark gaze doesn't leave Yunho's face for a second, breath heavy with lust. Yunho pulls them down along with the pants and counts to three before daring to look up and all the blood in his body rushes immediately to his own erection.

"Oh..." he mutters breathlessly, eyes wide and heart hammering. He's never wanted anything this badly in his life. He doesn't even know where to start.

"Fuck, hyung," Changmin whimpers, and the word sounds so deliciously sinful on those full lips. "Don't just look." His face is red from embarrassment, and Yunho remembers how shy their youngest can still be sometimes, even when he has nothing to be self-conscious about.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathes, ducking his head to ghost his breath over the other's erection, feeling it twitch against his cheek and listening to Changmin moan.

Changmin thinks he may orgasm right there, just knowing that it's Yunho who's currently at face level with his penis and forces himself to stop thinking about that, stop thinking about it before he really does come everywhere before anything even happens. All thoughts all screech to a standstill when Yunho darts out a tongue to taste him, and Changmin twists fingers into the sheets, moaning loudly at the hot wetness.

Encouraged by the reaction, Yunho leans in and takes the tip of Changmin's erection into his mouth, tongue lapping gently at the slit. A series of desperate, almost frantic moans nearly drives him insane. Groaning, he takes in more of the younger man's erection, wrapping his hand around the rest that doesn't fit.

"Yunho, god, Yunho!" Changmin just about cries when his hyung starts bobbing up and down. He chances a look downwards and immediately looks away, infinitely more turned on from the image of Yunho with his eyes closed, mouth fit snugly around a throbbing erection, sucking uncertainly but radiating eagerness.

He's panting as if he's run a marathon, greedily sucking air into his lungs only to loose it to a cry or moan, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead and temples, fingers white-knuckled in the sheets.

"Yun-Yunho, fuck, please, I'm....I'm gonna come, I--"

Yunho pulls back the instant the words reach his ears, throat tightening at Changmin's frustrated sob. He crawls forward, caging the younger man with his arms and legs, biting at his earlobe. "I want you to come with me inside you," he whispers, face hot.

Changmin whines high-pitched and desperate, arching desperately in search of skin contact. Yunho growls when Changmin's hot skin comes in contact with his chest, sitting back quickly to fumble at his own jeans. His fingers shake as he undoes the button, whole body trembling with anticipation as he strips, feeling Changmin's heavy gaze on his body the whole while.

A low moan catches his attention and Yunho looks at Changmin's face. The younger man's gaze is honed in on his achingly hard cock and Yunho blushes, crawling back up to kiss Changmin's eyes closed.

"Mmm, now, I want you in me now," Changmin murmurs against Yunho's mouth, dragging fingers through Yunho's soft hair and down his neck to rest against a defined back. He opens his eyes just enough to observe the look of pure ecstasy that crosses Yunho's face when he jerks his hips up to brush their erections together.

"Fuck, fuck," Yunho gasps, dropping his forehead down to hide his face in Changmin's neck. He takes a moment to calm the fuck down before wrenching himself away from the bed, half-running to the bathroom, trying desperately to ignore the soft whimpers Changmin makes at his departure.

The younger man will be the death of him, he decides grimly, sliding a bit on the bathroom rug and banging his hip off the counter. Swearing, he grabs the little sample basket of lotions, no time to decide which to select and hightails it back to the bed, Changmin grabbing him into a kiss the moment he returns. The other is determined to steal every speck of air from his body and Yunho's not about to dissuade him, moaning into his mouth and tugging him close.

"Which," Yunho starts and clears his throat to get rid of the huskiness, "Which one do you want?" Changmin stares at him in loving disbelief and Yunho feels like he just failed in some way. "We-well!" Yunho tries harder, "There's..." He looks down into the basket and takes out a few small bottles. "There's fun fruit explosion and mango mayhem and velvet vanilla-"

"Velvet vanilla!" Changmin rolls his eyes, shaking his head. He pulls Yunho close and tongues the shell of his ear, grinning at the eager moan it causes.

Yunho shakes his head to regain coherency, even though it doesn't really work, and pops the cap. A mouth-watering scent of vanilla fills the air and Yunho suddenly realizes that this was a bad idea. From now on, if anyone ever has vanilla anything in his presence, he just knows he's going to associate it with having sex with Changmin and pop a boner.

"What the hell are you thinking about!?" Changmin demands, grabbing Yunho's hand and squirting a generous amount all over the older man's hand. "Yunho, I love you, but come on. I'm dying."

Yunho plants a hand on his chest, pushing him back to the sheets and leaning over him, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth. "So impatient," he murmurs, sliding a hand between Changmin's legs and feeling for the entrance of his body, pushing a finger in so slowly he's barely moving. Watching the expressions crest and shift over that beautiful face.

"Oh..."

Yunho's not quite sure what to make of that. "...Oh...good oh, or oh bad oh?" he asks, eyes wide and betraying the uncertainty and fear he's feeling.

"...Oh...different," Changmin blinks, taking a deep breath. It's driving him crazy that Yunho's now just staring at him and not moving. "Yunho, darling, muffin, you must move."

Yunho turns red and captures Changmin's lips in a kiss. He licks at the bottom one until Changmin allows him entrance, sliding his tongue over the younger man's teeth. He withdraws his finger before pushing in again, barely hesitating at the breath Changmin hitches, pumping at a slow pace.

"Nnn...more," Changmin gasps, squeezing his eyes, tilting his head back. Yunho presses wet kisses down his neck and deftly adds a second finger, grimacing when Changmin makes a soft noise of foreign discomfort.

"Okay?"

Changmin bites his lip, worrying it between his teeth and tries to relax. "It's....just give me a sec."

Yunho waits patiently, unmoving but to press a trail of kissing over the other man's flat abdomen, along each rib to rest right over the thud over his heart, hoping to soothe. Changmin swallows hard, trailing a hand through Yunho's ungelled hair, twisting it around his fingers before nodding. "Okay.

He draws his fingers out slowly and works them back in, scissoring and stretching, stroking the inside of Changmin's passage until the other is squirming under his attentions, heels digging into the mattress. "Yunho...."

"Shh, relax, Minnie-ah," he breathes, his erection aching to be inside Changmin's tight heat but he'll be damned if he ever does anything to hurt the other man.

Changmin makes sure to take deep breaths and focuses on the thought and feeling of Yunho's fingers inside him, gentle but sure, slow but steady. "More," he croaks when he adjusts enough to handle it, melting under Yunho's reassuring kisses, fingers tangling in the soft locks of Yunho's hair.

Yunho doesn't question his decision and adds a third finger, surprised when Changmin's first reaction is to cant hips upwards for more.

"I-I don't even know," Changmin breathes, gnawing at his lower lip as Yunho's fingers slowly slip in and out. He rocks his hips up in search of deeper penetration.

Yunho loses his breath, precome slick against his thigh as he watches Changmin's face, eyes drawn to him like a magnet as he twists his fingers to breach the younger man further, crooking them and waiting for the reaction and feeling his knees nearly gives out when it comes.

Changmin arches clean off the mattress, a harsh, guttural cry on his lips, face flushed and body shuddering. "What....what..."

"It's okay-"

"It's not fucking okay!" Changmin snarls, eyes wild with desire, "You fucking fuck me right now before I lose my fucking mind-" He cuts off abruptly when Yunho curls his fingers again, and Changmin sees all sorts of stars and spots, crying out at the depth of intensity burning low in his abdomen. He whimpers and lets out a frustrated sob when Yunho does it again and all he can do is clench the sheets desperately, praying for more.

Yunho gives his almost-lover a long, simmering look, taking in the flushed skin and closed eyes and parted mouth and knows he's pushing it as far as he can. With a low moan of appreciation, Yunho removes his fingers, gives a reassuring smile when Changmin's eyes fly open, and grabs the small bottle of lotion. He covers his cock generously, hissing at the coolness.

"Yunho please," Changmin all but begs, desperation keen in his voice as Yunho pushes his legs up, lifting them over his shoulders and drags Changmin's hips to rest on his thighs.

"I love you, baby," he murmurs, leaving a sucking bite to the inside of Changmin's knee before positioning himself and starting to push inside, letting out a jagged moan at the blistering, suffocating heat of the other man's body.

Changmin cries out loudly, again and again as Yunho pushes in, hands scrambling to hold onto something. He's never felt this sort of...fullness, doesn't know how to react to it, doesn't know why the only thought in his head is moremoremoremore more.

The pain makes him grit his teeth and he wheezes through a couple of breaths, waiting for himself to get used to it. Eventually, it fades to a dull burning, and Changmin suddenly notices the way Yunho's trembling, head hanging in concentration, breaths coming out in uneven pants.

"Please, Yunho," he whispers, knowing this is exactly what he's been waiting for, "Please, make me come for you."

Yunho's eyes fly open and a quiet moan leaves his lips before he's bracing himself around Changmin's body, pulling his hips back and thrusting in slowly.

Changmin nearly sobs at the movement, fingers digging into the mattress, set to tear holes in the sheets because nothing can ground him, nothing can support him against the burning pleasure that is Yunho moving inside him, setting off fireworks behind his eyes. He can feel the electricity between them lick at his spine, the heat of it all taking his breath away.

"Oh god...."

Yunho moans helplessly, using every working muscle in his body to keep from pounding into the younger man. He pulls air through his teeth and thrusts again to the very base of his cock, crying out at the heat and tight muscle constricting around his penis.

Changmin arches and loses all his breath, screaming soundlessly into the room. His eyes roll back and he thinks he's just going to die, he'll fucking die, he doesn't know how anything in the universe can feel so good.

"F-fa-" he stutters and pants, rocking his hips desperately. "Faster!" he gets out in a loud yell when Yunho angles his thrusts and drives in that much harder, sparking fire in his body. Changmin can feel his cock burning, beginning to hurt with his need to release.

His fingernails dig half-moon grooves into Yunho's arms, skin covered in a sheen of sweat and he feels so fucking hot he could claw his way out of his own body, needing some kind of release, some kind of escape. "Yunho....Yunho...." he can't think, can't process anything but need and want and Yunho and the aching, near painful pleasure that he brings with every thrust.

Tears are streaking his cheeks, slipping down to pool in his ears, from sheer frustration and desperation.

"Fuck, Changmin!" Yunho gasps, stilling immediately. "Are- Did- Am I hurting you?"

"Not in the way you're thinking," Changmin gasps in a sob, yanking Yunho down for a brutal open-mouthed kiss. "Listen to me, Jung Yunho, if you don't keep going and make me come in the next five minutes, you are in for a world of hurt when tomorrow rolls around." His eyes blaze desperate lust and Yunho swallows roughly, so turned on it causes him pain.

"I...I love you," he whispers, nuzzling his nose against Changmin's cheek before dropping his head into the younger man's shoulder. He doesn't need to be told twice and pulls himself out, takes a deep breath, and rams in.

A garbled scream falls from Changmin's lips but Yunho doesn't let him catch his breath--just pistons back in, setting an almost insane pace, hearing the bed creak in protest under them. Changmin digs his fingernails into Yunho's back, grunts and moans accentuated with each hard thrust into his body. He can feel his orgasm start to coil tighter and wants it so bad he doesn't know what to do with himself.

"Please...please," he pants shamelessly, "Yunho, so...close, please!"

Yunho cries out Changmin's name, rocking their bodies together. He loses his mind in unspeakable pleasure, and it feels like nothing he'll ever be able to describe in words. Rhythm slowly fails him and it's all just in and out, in and out, faster and harder and he screams when Changmin screams, feeling himself about to tip over the edge.

And loses it when the younger man spills over his own stomach and thighs, comes without ever being touched and clenches around him so hard Yunho's afraid he might pass out, his entire body shaking with the effort of staying conscious. He releases hard and fast, hips jerking as he fills Changmin with his warmth, slicking his insides with the evidence of heat and lust, letting long legs fall from his shoulders to collapse over him.

"Love you," he slurs, mouthing Changmin's shoulder, trying to still the shivers running through his body. "Love you so fucking much."

Changmin moans to let the older man know that the feelings are more than mutual, a distant part of his mind wondering if this was all a dream. Can something this  wonderful honestly exist in the real world? Then he thinks of Yunho and decides maybe the come drying on his stomach and the way Yunho's warmth is all around and inside him is just another one of those things he's going to have to learn to accept. Not that he's complaining.

"I love you," Changmin murmurs in agreement when his trembling finally stops, sliding his fingers through Yunho's damp hair. "I love you," he says again, wishing the words could even begin to convey a tenth of what he feels. "I love you, I love you, I love you-"

Yunho stops him with a tired and sloppy but equally amazing kiss.

The phone rings shrilly from beside the bed, an insistent bleating forcing it's way into their intimacy.

Changmin growls against his lips. "Don't pick it up."

But the leader in him demands otherwise, pecking Changmin on the nose before reaching over, tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder because he's too weak from his orgasm to simply hold it up.

"Yoboseyo?"

The obnoxiously loud sounds of catcalls and cheering burst over the lines, Junsu screeching in the background.

Changmin starts laughing quietly, face flushing but still just as happy, throwing a hand over his eyes as Yunho's murderous rage makes itself known in the form of an undignified scream, yelling at them to just shut the fuck up you bastards before I open up several cans of whoop-ass and that's as far as he gets before Changmin grabs the phone from him.

"Stop listening in," he grins darkly.

"Aw, baby Minnie's all grown up~" Jaejoong drawls over the line and Changmin can hear Yoochun dying in the background.

"Seriously, go listen to someone else fuck."

"Can't help it. Walls in Paris are apparently thinner than paper."

"Then turn off your ears," Changmin shakes his head. Yunho has long since buried his face in Changmin's shoulder again, nuzzling and clinging to the younger man's body. "You're so needy," he says to Yunho, and sighs in exasperation when Jaejoong screeches with laughter.

"No, Changmin-ah, I'm happy for you," Jaejoong sighs when he calms down. "Take care of him, okay?"

"Yeah," Changmin blushes, face softening as he looks down at the older man cradled in his arms.

"You know what? We'll leave. Do it again."

"What?" he laughs. Jaejoong? Being kind?

"Yeah, we'll go peruse some cheese. Now go! Get on with it!"

"City of love?" Changmin smiles, gently twirling a lock of Yunho's hair around his finger.

"City of love," Jaejoong says quietly, smile evident in his voice. Changmin hangs up without another word, lets Jaejoong find the thank you hidden in his silence.