The Curves of a Real Boy
Title: The Curves of a Real Boy
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Chansung felt lucky at the moment, his eyes locked on something that fascinated him. He reached out, pressing his finger to it.
Author's Notes: IT'S SO FLUFFY! I need to watch Despicable Me. Short fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Chansung kept his eyes forced in the dark, watching the chest of another rise and fall. His eyes were wide despite the late time of the night. He felt that sleeping through something like this would've been a waste, although he had been sleeping through it most of the time anyways. But this was the first time he would be able to really get to see it since Junho somehow found his way next to Chansung while they went to bed.
The older complained about it being too cold in his room and Chansung offered half of his floor bed. This was obviously a wise idea. Chansung didn't care much when they first settled under the blankets but less than an hour he kept his eyes locked on the small boy.
Junho breathed in and out calmly, his chest rising and falling while he slept. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes closed. His hands were at his sides flat against the floor.
Chansung started there, poking the older boy. Junho's breath hitched but remained still otherwise. The tall boy traced the lines in Junho's hand, trailing up his bare arm. It would've been a smarter idea to wear warmer, thicker clothes but for some reason the older boy never accepted this idea. Instead he dressed in a t-shirt and trackpants. Chansung felt goosebumps grow on the small boy's arm, making him chuckle softly.
He stopped once he reached the cuff of Junho's shirt and his eyes followed the rest of the way, eying the collarbone that showed through. Chansung ran his finger over the clothed bone, dragging it over to the small boy's neck and stopping at the dip there.
Chansung bit his lip, sliding his finger down the middle of Junho's chest, feeling it rise and fall under his hand. He paused as the waistband of the older boy's pants caught his finger. Biting his lip a little harder, Chansung pressed his hand flat against Junho's stomach, gliding it over the well toned part that fans rarely got to see. He felt the small boy sigh under his fingers.
He stopped his hand as it, once again, met Junho's neck. Taking a deep breath, Chansung ran a finger over the older boy's jawline, pausing as he reached his chin. His finger slowly slid up, outlining Junho's plump bottom lip.
It startled Chansung when the small boy opened his mouth but did not awake. He ran his thumb over the soft skin, pulling on it and it bounced back. Junho's lips always fascinated him, not that he'd ever admit it.
The small boy suddenly rolled over, facing away from Chansung. The younger boy could make out Junho's curves better this way. He started tracing from the older boy's shoulder, his finger dropping down the slight curve of Junho's hip. It stopped on the bone and Chansung held his breath, dragging his finger a little lower until the small boy rolled again.
Chansung started to gnaw on his lip now. Here was the most fascinating thing about Junho and it was presented for the younger boy. He couldn't control his fingers as they started at Junho's lower back and rose over the round ass. His finger stopped at the highest point, pressing into the soft flesh. It was squisher than Chansung had that.
He let his hand lay flat against plump behind, giving a gentle squeeze and Junho groaned softly. Chansung swallowed his breath, keeping his hand where it was. He breathed out when the small boy laid still.
Once he was convinced Junho was still sleeping, his hand drifted under the older boy's shirt. He felt the warm skin under his fingertips.
“Chansung?”
The younger boy froze, not able to pull his hand away.
“What are you doing?” The soft voice asked, turning to face him. Junho didn't look at him with anger but sleepiness.
“I-I...”
“It tickled.” Junho said, rubbing his eyes.
“I-it didn't feel weird?” Chansung asked, his hand still resting on the small boy's back.
Junho shook his head, moving closer so that he could see the younger boy's face. “Why would it feel weird?”
“I don't know.” The tall boy looked away. “Because I was touching you... While you were sleeping.”
“So? It's not like you doing anything gross to me...”
“B-but I was...” Chansung felt the older boy press a finger to his lips.
“I don't mind Chansung. I trust you. I know you won't hurt me.” The small boy smiled, making Chansung relax.
The maknae pressed his hand flat against Junho's back. “Even though I was touching your ass?”
Junho chuckled softly. “I already know you like it.”
Chansung blushed.
“We should go back to sleep now, we have a busy day tomorrow.”
The tall boy nodded, pulling Junho close. “Goodnight Junho.”
“Goodnight Chansung.”
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Chansung felt lucky at the moment, his eyes locked on something that fascinated him. He reached out, pressing his finger to it.
Author's Notes: IT'S SO FLUFFY! I need to watch Despicable Me. Short fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Chansung kept his eyes forced in the dark, watching the chest of another rise and fall. His eyes were wide despite the late time of the night. He felt that sleeping through something like this would've been a waste, although he had been sleeping through it most of the time anyways. But this was the first time he would be able to really get to see it since Junho somehow found his way next to Chansung while they went to bed.
The older complained about it being too cold in his room and Chansung offered half of his floor bed. This was obviously a wise idea. Chansung didn't care much when they first settled under the blankets but less than an hour he kept his eyes locked on the small boy.
Junho breathed in and out calmly, his chest rising and falling while he slept. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes closed. His hands were at his sides flat against the floor.
Chansung started there, poking the older boy. Junho's breath hitched but remained still otherwise. The tall boy traced the lines in Junho's hand, trailing up his bare arm. It would've been a smarter idea to wear warmer, thicker clothes but for some reason the older boy never accepted this idea. Instead he dressed in a t-shirt and trackpants. Chansung felt goosebumps grow on the small boy's arm, making him chuckle softly.
He stopped once he reached the cuff of Junho's shirt and his eyes followed the rest of the way, eying the collarbone that showed through. Chansung ran his finger over the clothed bone, dragging it over to the small boy's neck and stopping at the dip there.
Chansung bit his lip, sliding his finger down the middle of Junho's chest, feeling it rise and fall under his hand. He paused as the waistband of the older boy's pants caught his finger. Biting his lip a little harder, Chansung pressed his hand flat against Junho's stomach, gliding it over the well toned part that fans rarely got to see. He felt the small boy sigh under his fingers.
He stopped his hand as it, once again, met Junho's neck. Taking a deep breath, Chansung ran a finger over the older boy's jawline, pausing as he reached his chin. His finger slowly slid up, outlining Junho's plump bottom lip.
It startled Chansung when the small boy opened his mouth but did not awake. He ran his thumb over the soft skin, pulling on it and it bounced back. Junho's lips always fascinated him, not that he'd ever admit it.
The small boy suddenly rolled over, facing away from Chansung. The younger boy could make out Junho's curves better this way. He started tracing from the older boy's shoulder, his finger dropping down the slight curve of Junho's hip. It stopped on the bone and Chansung held his breath, dragging his finger a little lower until the small boy rolled again.
Chansung started to gnaw on his lip now. Here was the most fascinating thing about Junho and it was presented for the younger boy. He couldn't control his fingers as they started at Junho's lower back and rose over the round ass. His finger stopped at the highest point, pressing into the soft flesh. It was squisher than Chansung had that.
He let his hand lay flat against plump behind, giving a gentle squeeze and Junho groaned softly. Chansung swallowed his breath, keeping his hand where it was. He breathed out when the small boy laid still.
Once he was convinced Junho was still sleeping, his hand drifted under the older boy's shirt. He felt the warm skin under his fingertips.
“Chansung?”
The younger boy froze, not able to pull his hand away.
“What are you doing?” The soft voice asked, turning to face him. Junho didn't look at him with anger but sleepiness.
“I-I...”
“It tickled.” Junho said, rubbing his eyes.
“I-it didn't feel weird?” Chansung asked, his hand still resting on the small boy's back.
Junho shook his head, moving closer so that he could see the younger boy's face. “Why would it feel weird?”
“I don't know.” The tall boy looked away. “Because I was touching you... While you were sleeping.”
“So? It's not like you doing anything gross to me...”
“B-but I was...” Chansung felt the older boy press a finger to his lips.
“I don't mind Chansung. I trust you. I know you won't hurt me.” The small boy smiled, making Chansung relax.
The maknae pressed his hand flat against Junho's back. “Even though I was touching your ass?”
Junho chuckled softly. “I already know you like it.”
Chansung blushed.
“We should go back to sleep now, we have a busy day tomorrow.”
The tall boy nodded, pulling Junho close. “Goodnight Junho.”
“Goodnight Chansung.”