Yoomin ficlet #3
Piece #3 of the iTunes drabbles. See #1 for details.
Birthday Eve - Koda Kumi
R
1000 Words
A/N: I have no idea what the lyrics are about, I just went by the title. XD
The fic is set a couple years back.
Previous one-shots: #1 - #2
Yoochun tiptoes across the hallway, shivering when his bare feet touch the chilly tiles and trying to make as little noise as possible; of course the door to Changmin's bedroom opens with an ominous creak as soon as he touches it, and he holds his breath for a moment before creeping in.
Changmin is sprawled on his bed, with a Japanese textbook nestled in the crook of his arm and a questioning frown directed at Yoochun written on his face. Yoochun freezes in the crack of the door, and Changmin raises an eyebrow at him.
“Need something, Yoochun-hyung?” he asks, a little dryly, at the same time as Yoochun says “Why are you still up?”
Changmin shrugs, poking his book with ill-concealed distaste. “Just brushing up on my Japanese, we're going back to Japan in just a couple of days and I feel like I've already forgotten everything.”
Yoochun knows that out of the five of them Changmin is the best at speaking Japanese, but he also knows how much the younger man hates fumbling with words and feeling like an idiot whenever he tries to explain something to Japanese interviewers and fails, so he doesn't comment.
“What about you?” Changmin asks, eyes travelling down to the small wrapped package in Yoochun's hand; Yoochun makes a pathetic attempt to hide it behind his back, until Changmin gives him a look and tells him to stop being ridiculous.
“I wanted to leave my birthday present on your bedside table, so you could see it first time tomorrow morning,” he explains. “And... this way it would be the very first present you'd get, no?”
He scratches the back of his neck and flashes Changmin a sheepish smile, and is surprised to see the faintest blush creep over the younger man's face.
“Cheesy moron,” Changmin mutters under his breath, but he's looking so uncharacteristically flushed and surprised that Yoochun doesn't mind his words at all. And he's used to Changmin - never the respectful dongsaeng - calling him names anyway.
“So, uhm, should I leave it here, then?” Yoochun says, making a vague gesture towards Changmin with the present.
Changmin glances at his watch.
“It's well past midnight,” he replies, and gives Yoochun a sly look. “You could be the very first one to wish me happy birthday, if you want.”
Thirty seconds later, Yoochun has Changmin pinned under him on the bed, and he's whispering 'happy birthday' against his lips between one greedy kiss and another. Changmin tangles his fingers into the back of Yoochun's t-shirt to pull him closer, making the most delicious little whimper in the back of his throat when Yoochun teases a sensitive patch of skin just below his ear.
Yoochun's fingers skitter across the warm expanse of Changmin's belly, and he's rewarded by a muffled gasp.
“Can I...?” he whispers, playing with the waistband of Changmin's sweatpants and searching his eyes for an answer.
“Since when you ask for permission?” the other replies matter-of-factly, but his flippant attitude can't completely hide the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. They've never gone quite that far, and Yoochun isn't going to take anything Changmin isn't willing to give.
“You're the birthday boy, your every wish is my command,” he replies cheekily, and Changmin's gaze softens, losing its guarded edge. His hand moves up to tangle into Yoochun's hair and pull him down for another kiss, far less chaste than the previous ones.
“Let's be quiet,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face against Yoochun's neck, “if the others hear us we'll never see the end of it”.
“Right,” Yoochun agrees, and slides his hand down the front of Changmin's pants, making him gasp out loud. So much for being quiet.
Changmin shoots him an dirty look, but his eyes flutter shut when Yoochun wraps his fingers around his cock and starts pumping him slowly; he doesn't really know how Changmin likes it, but soon the younger man is pushing his hips upwards against his hand and making quiet, needy moans, so he takes it as a sign of approval.
“Quiet,” Yoochun whispers, at the same time as he thumbs the velvety head of Changmin's cock.
“Fuck you,” Changmin hisses, but it comes out more like a 'Nnnnghh' because he's clamping his hand down on his mouth to keep himself from crying out.
Yoochun knows that Changmin is out to get revenge when he feels his hand snake inside his underwear; there's just a second of hesitation, then warm fingers close around Yoochun's cock. His touch is rougher than what Yoochun usually uses on himself, but he finds out that he rather likes it; he's the one who has to bite his lips to keep himself from crying out, this time around, and Changmin shoots him a triumphant look.
“Must you really be a smart ass - aaahh fuck keep doing that - even at a time like this?!”
“Shut up,” Changmin retaliates, gritting his teeth and grinding against Yoochun's thigh. Yoochun takes the hint and strokes him faster, and thinks he's never been aware of his own body as he's now, with Changmin's hand stroking him and his body pressed flush against his own.
They don't last long - Changmin goes completely still for a second, then lets out a shuddery sigh and warmth spills between Yoochun's fingers, and the look of pure bliss on his face is enough to trigger Yoochun's own release.
When his mind clears up he looks down at Changmin, only to see that he's out like a light. He gives him a poke in the ribs and a dirty look for good measure, but the younger man is sleeping for real, not just pretending to be in order to make Yoochun clean up the mess by himself.
“Hey, aren't you supposed to be the one with the biggest stamina among us?” he chuckles softly, brushing Changmin's hair away from his forehead. Changmin makes a sated noise in his sleep and rolls closer to Yoochun's warmth.
“Happy birthday,” Yoochun whispers again, drawing the blanket over them both.
Birthday Eve - Koda Kumi
R
1000 Words
A/N: I have no idea what the lyrics are about, I just went by the title. XD
The fic is set a couple years back.
Previous one-shots: #1 - #2
Yoochun tiptoes across the hallway, shivering when his bare feet touch the chilly tiles and trying to make as little noise as possible; of course the door to Changmin's bedroom opens with an ominous creak as soon as he touches it, and he holds his breath for a moment before creeping in.
Changmin is sprawled on his bed, with a Japanese textbook nestled in the crook of his arm and a questioning frown directed at Yoochun written on his face. Yoochun freezes in the crack of the door, and Changmin raises an eyebrow at him.
“Need something, Yoochun-hyung?” he asks, a little dryly, at the same time as Yoochun says “Why are you still up?”
Changmin shrugs, poking his book with ill-concealed distaste. “Just brushing up on my Japanese, we're going back to Japan in just a couple of days and I feel like I've already forgotten everything.”
Yoochun knows that out of the five of them Changmin is the best at speaking Japanese, but he also knows how much the younger man hates fumbling with words and feeling like an idiot whenever he tries to explain something to Japanese interviewers and fails, so he doesn't comment.
“What about you?” Changmin asks, eyes travelling down to the small wrapped package in Yoochun's hand; Yoochun makes a pathetic attempt to hide it behind his back, until Changmin gives him a look and tells him to stop being ridiculous.
“I wanted to leave my birthday present on your bedside table, so you could see it first time tomorrow morning,” he explains. “And... this way it would be the very first present you'd get, no?”
He scratches the back of his neck and flashes Changmin a sheepish smile, and is surprised to see the faintest blush creep over the younger man's face.
“Cheesy moron,” Changmin mutters under his breath, but he's looking so uncharacteristically flushed and surprised that Yoochun doesn't mind his words at all. And he's used to Changmin - never the respectful dongsaeng - calling him names anyway.
“So, uhm, should I leave it here, then?” Yoochun says, making a vague gesture towards Changmin with the present.
Changmin glances at his watch.
“It's well past midnight,” he replies, and gives Yoochun a sly look. “You could be the very first one to wish me happy birthday, if you want.”
Thirty seconds later, Yoochun has Changmin pinned under him on the bed, and he's whispering 'happy birthday' against his lips between one greedy kiss and another. Changmin tangles his fingers into the back of Yoochun's t-shirt to pull him closer, making the most delicious little whimper in the back of his throat when Yoochun teases a sensitive patch of skin just below his ear.
Yoochun's fingers skitter across the warm expanse of Changmin's belly, and he's rewarded by a muffled gasp.
“Can I...?” he whispers, playing with the waistband of Changmin's sweatpants and searching his eyes for an answer.
“Since when you ask for permission?” the other replies matter-of-factly, but his flippant attitude can't completely hide the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. They've never gone quite that far, and Yoochun isn't going to take anything Changmin isn't willing to give.
“You're the birthday boy, your every wish is my command,” he replies cheekily, and Changmin's gaze softens, losing its guarded edge. His hand moves up to tangle into Yoochun's hair and pull him down for another kiss, far less chaste than the previous ones.
“Let's be quiet,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face against Yoochun's neck, “if the others hear us we'll never see the end of it”.
“Right,” Yoochun agrees, and slides his hand down the front of Changmin's pants, making him gasp out loud. So much for being quiet.
Changmin shoots him an dirty look, but his eyes flutter shut when Yoochun wraps his fingers around his cock and starts pumping him slowly; he doesn't really know how Changmin likes it, but soon the younger man is pushing his hips upwards against his hand and making quiet, needy moans, so he takes it as a sign of approval.
“Quiet,” Yoochun whispers, at the same time as he thumbs the velvety head of Changmin's cock.
“Fuck you,” Changmin hisses, but it comes out more like a 'Nnnnghh' because he's clamping his hand down on his mouth to keep himself from crying out.
Yoochun knows that Changmin is out to get revenge when he feels his hand snake inside his underwear; there's just a second of hesitation, then warm fingers close around Yoochun's cock. His touch is rougher than what Yoochun usually uses on himself, but he finds out that he rather likes it; he's the one who has to bite his lips to keep himself from crying out, this time around, and Changmin shoots him a triumphant look.
“Must you really be a smart ass - aaahh fuck keep doing that - even at a time like this?!”
“Shut up,” Changmin retaliates, gritting his teeth and grinding against Yoochun's thigh. Yoochun takes the hint and strokes him faster, and thinks he's never been aware of his own body as he's now, with Changmin's hand stroking him and his body pressed flush against his own.
They don't last long - Changmin goes completely still for a second, then lets out a shuddery sigh and warmth spills between Yoochun's fingers, and the look of pure bliss on his face is enough to trigger Yoochun's own release.
When his mind clears up he looks down at Changmin, only to see that he's out like a light. He gives him a poke in the ribs and a dirty look for good measure, but the younger man is sleeping for real, not just pretending to be in order to make Yoochun clean up the mess by himself.
“Hey, aren't you supposed to be the one with the biggest stamina among us?” he chuckles softly, brushing Changmin's hair away from his forehead. Changmin makes a sated noise in his sleep and rolls closer to Yoochun's warmth.
“Happy birthday,” Yoochun whispers again, drawing the blanket over them both.