get your sexy out
get your sexy out
hosu/yoosu/yunchun/jaechun bffery + straight!jaejoong (le gasp!)
mild R
ummmm. hosu as chippendales. 'nuff said.
It's Yoochun's birthday today, which means what Yoochun wants, Yoochun gets. Well, not without a little bit of pouting, complete with almost-watery eyes and hands clasped beneath his chin, but Jaejoong gives in eventually. He always does.
"I hate you," Jaejoong says matter-of-factly, as he watches gaggles of giggling women in low-cut tops and skirts far too short to be an actual piece of clothing. It's dimly lit for the show about to begin, but Yoochun see the way Jaejoong doesn't disguise the leer on his face.
"You love me," Yoochun replies in the same tone, upped in cheekiness by just a smidgen. "You're drooling, Boojae."
Jaejoong's response is to glare at him. Yoochun laughs it off, and as Jaejoong's attention wanders again, Yoochun's does as well - to the man standing near the stage, arms crossed over his chest, firm gaze on his face as he watches everyone with careful eyes. He's much too lean to be in the show itself, but he's not displeasing to the eye, not at all. Yoochun licks his lips, nudging Jaejoong's shoulder. "Yah, check that hunk out. And he's not even part of the show."
Jaejoong looks on autopilot as he always does, but not for long, blanching. "Why do I always look? That's it, from now on, unless you specifically say, 'hey Jaejoong, there's a nice pair tits for you', I'm not looking. Ever."
Yoochun can think of several ways to bypass this new rule and decides to keep his witty comebacks to himself - he wants the element of surprise, one day. "Fine, fine," he relents, pushing Jaejoong back so he can get a good, long look - long, indeed, because this man's legs go on for miles. "I can have him all to myself, then."
"Yoochun, you're so gay it hurts," Jaejoong says, disgusted, and peripherally, Yoochun can see him reclining in his chair, probably to try and look up a skirt. Except he loses his balance and has to hold on to Yoochun to stop himself from cracking his head open.
Yoochun sighs, pulling Jaejoong upright again. "And you're so clumsy it hurts. Literally. It's a good thing you're so hot, otherwise I wouldn't bother keeping you around."
Jaejoong gasps indignantly. "Fuck you, is that all I'm good for? Eye sex?" Jaejoong pauses. "Wait. Do you have eye sex with me?"
Yoochun grins.
Jaejoong splutters, punching Yoochun's arm. Hard. Those triceps are not just for show. "Stop that, you hobo." And English has never been Jaejoong's strong suit.
"Homo, Jaejoong," Yoochun corrects, nodding at the man as those careful eyes swing their way. He smiles with another lick of his lips, for good measure. Beside him, Jaejoong gags, then promptly stops as the seat next to him is filled.
The man raises a brow, and Yoochun can almost see the glint in his eyes. He hums thoughtfully, leaning back with a smirk. Tonight's looking to be fun.
--
"I hate you," Yoochun says, poking at the paper crown on his head. Fake gold was really never his color.
Jaejoong beams. "Lookin' good, Yoochunah," he says, nodding at the redhead next to him. "It's his birthday, that's the only reason I'm here." She giggles and Jaejoong's attention is completely lost.
Yoochun sighs, half-tempted to take the damn hat off, but then the lights go out and music starts and Yoochun's attention is lost as well, eyes glued to the stage eagerly. Jaejoong's loud groan is drowned out by catcalls and screams as men in trenchcoats file onto the stage, and Yoochun is suddenly overwhelmed with immense love for his best friend for these seats. Up close and center, perfect for ogling and drooling - not that he's actually doing either, but if he does, Jaejoong hopefully won't notice.
Yoochun loves life right now, SexyBack blasting in his ears and God knows how many crotches slowly being revealed to him to the beat. Yoochun stands to his feet when the blonde bimbo in front of him blocks his view, and that's when he notices one of the men with an ass begging to be grabbed. Jaejoong guffaws off to the side, loud enough to capture Yoochun's attention for a split second and it's then he notices he's making grabby motions in the air.
"You were right, this is awesome!" Jaejoong shouts gleefully in his ear, patting his hands.
Yoochun smacks him away, focusing completely on the owner of the ass, on the way those hips move like they were born to do only that. Nice lips, too, full and pouty and Yoochun thinks they'd look just right sliding up and down his cock.
And one thing Yoochun hates about being a man - when horny, everyone can see. Women, at least, do not have this problem. Thank God it's dark and he wore his tight jeans tonight. That should keep the popping up to a minimum.
The song ends way too soon for Yoochun's liking, but it's time for introductions and that means a name for the star of Yoochun's wet dreams tonight. "I want muscles like that," Jaejoong says pitifully in his ear, and Yoochun nods absently, eyes never straying from that angelic face. While he's not as muscular as some of the others, Yoochun finds he doesn't mind one bit, because muscles are terribly overrated, anyway. And this one, he's just right. And his name's Junsu.
And Junsu's speaking. "So, do we have any birthdays in the house tonight? Yunho and I would love to give you a special dance!" His voice is even perfect, and as Junsu gestures to who must be Yunho... Yoochun decides he has two favorites.
Then his hand is flying into the air and Jaejoong's jumping up and down like a fucking idiot. "Right here! Birthday boy right here! I'm his straight best friend, I want to see this!"
Yoochun pummels Jaejoong with his free hand but it's too late, the owner of the legs that go on for miles has a smile on his face and is making his way over. Aw, fuck. "I hate you," Yoochun hisses to Jaejoong furiously as Legs slides a hand around his waist and guides him to the stage. Jaejoong just grins happily, waving fingers.
"Just so you know, we don't usually let guys go on stage," Legs whispers into his ear. "But I decided we needed a little fun tonight." And then Yoochun's being pushed onto the stage, where it's completely cleared of men except for Junsu and Yunho, looking entirely too delectable. There is also a chair, and Yoochun wonders if it's possible to die of both mortification and arousal simultaneously.
Junsu grins at him, nodding at the chair, and Yoochun moves forward, swallowing hard. Once in the chair, music starts and the next thing Yoochun knows, there are two crotches gyrating in his face and for the first time in Yoochun's life, he has no idea what to do. The lights on stage are too bright to pick out Jaejoong in the crowd, but Yoochun know he's probably doubled over with laughter, the bastard.
Then Junsu's in front of him, grinding, just barely brushing his legs as he winds his body up and down. "Oh Jesus," Yoochun breathes, glancing up at Junsu, who's smiling and looking nothing like angelic right now. No, he's like pure fucking sin. Yoochun jumps slightly as hands slide down his chest from behind, and then Yunho's breath is hot on Yoochun's ear, making him shiver, full body.
Junsu's gaze flickers to the side and Yoochun follows it, catching a nod from Legs, and then Junsu grabs Yoochun's hands and sticks them right on his scantily-clad ass. "Lucky boy, getting to touch," Junsu says as he leans close. "Squeeze it. Give 'em a show."
Yoochun moans and squeezes, and Junsu gasps, grinning. "Good boy," he says, working his hips down and definitely brushing skin this time. Yoochun's ears are filled with the roar of his heart and the screams of the crowd, and feeling emboldened, Yoochun squeezes again, more deliberately. Junsu moans this time, eyes widening. "Yunho, take over," he says, glancing once more at Yoochun before he's gone, replaced immediately by Yunho.
"Hey there," Yunho drawls, his hips moving slightly more staccato than Junsu's, but no less sexy for it. "Takes a lot to scare Junsu off. You coming to the meet and greet later?"
Yoochun swallows, watching Yunho with wide eyes as Yunho dips, his head following the line of Yoochun's body down to between his legs. The crowd screams louder. "Y-yes?" Yoochun stammers breathlessly as Yunho comes back up.
"Great," Yunho says with a wink, hiking a leg up on the chair and thrusting his crotch inches away from Yoochun's face. Yoochun hopes the song's almost over, because he's not sure how much more of this he can take. "Junsu?" Yunho says as he moves along.
Junsu beams as he mirrors the action, on the other side. Yoochun bites down on his tongue to keep from leaning forward and licking Junsu's inner thigh. Or other things. "Come get our autograph and we'll make it worth your while, later," he says, finishing the song off with a flourish of hips and a lazy grin.
Yoochun watches, slightly dumbfounded, as Yunho and Junsu take their exit from the stage. It's only when Legs comes and tugs him that he realizes he's holding the show up and he needs to get back to his seat and beat the shit out of Jaejoong. "Nice show. If you weren't so damn skinny, I'd ask you to be part of it permanently," Legs says, smirking.
Yoochun decides, in the goodwill of it being his birthday, plus the fact that he just had two sexy men grinding all over him and he will maybe have more of it later, that he won't take offense to that. "You know what, Legs, I like you," he says, patting Legs on the back.
Legs glares. "Call me that again, and I'll make you wish you'd never been born a man. The name's Changmin, thank you." He smirks. "Shim 'One Touch' Changmin, if you wanna get technical."
"Duly noted," Yoochun says promptly, withering.
Jaejoong laughs and laughs once Yoochun's back in his seat, and Yoochun doesn't punch him. Not immediately, anyway. Goodwill, and all. Besides, Yoochun gets full payback when the dancers come out into the audience to get tips and one of them practically attacks Jaejoong with his hips. The look on Jaejoong's face is one Yoochun will cherish forever.
--
"I can't believe you're going to get laid and I'm not," Jaejoong says, in full sulk-mode. "And by TWO people, no less. Boo, you whore."
Yoochun snorts and reminds himself to never watch Mean Girls with Jaejoong in the vicinity again. "Um, says the man who has a different girl in and out of our apartment every night? Yeah, okay."
Jaejoong harrumphs, but brightens considerably as a very drunk, very eager girl bumps into him, draping her arms around his neck and sliding manicured nails down his triceps. "Oooh, are you one of the Chippendales?"
Jaejoong grins. "Yeah, I'm whatever you want me to be, baby," he croons, pulling her close. She giggles, practically shoving her boobs in Jaejoong's face. "Want me to take you home and show you my moves?"
Yoochun goes from disgusted to laughing his ass off in a second flat. He doesn't say a thing, though, waving Jaejoong off with a shake of his head. Jaejoong has no moves whatsoever, but maybe the girl is drunk enough that she won't notice too much. If she does, well, Yoochun will have something to laugh about in the morning.
Or afternoon, perhaps, Yoochun backtracks as he finds Junsu and Yunho. The looks they're wearing are telling Yoochun he's probably not going to come out of this alive. And if he does, maybe, just maybe, they can have a repeat performance, and Yoochun can show them some of his moves. Yoochun likes to think he has moves, anyway. And if not, oh well.
Yunho and Junsu, they've got plenty.
hosu/yoosu/yunchun/jaechun bffery + straight!jaejoong (le gasp!)
mild R
ummmm. hosu as chippendales. 'nuff said.
It's Yoochun's birthday today, which means what Yoochun wants, Yoochun gets. Well, not without a little bit of pouting, complete with almost-watery eyes and hands clasped beneath his chin, but Jaejoong gives in eventually. He always does.
"I hate you," Jaejoong says matter-of-factly, as he watches gaggles of giggling women in low-cut tops and skirts far too short to be an actual piece of clothing. It's dimly lit for the show about to begin, but Yoochun see the way Jaejoong doesn't disguise the leer on his face.
"You love me," Yoochun replies in the same tone, upped in cheekiness by just a smidgen. "You're drooling, Boojae."
Jaejoong's response is to glare at him. Yoochun laughs it off, and as Jaejoong's attention wanders again, Yoochun's does as well - to the man standing near the stage, arms crossed over his chest, firm gaze on his face as he watches everyone with careful eyes. He's much too lean to be in the show itself, but he's not displeasing to the eye, not at all. Yoochun licks his lips, nudging Jaejoong's shoulder. "Yah, check that hunk out. And he's not even part of the show."
Jaejoong looks on autopilot as he always does, but not for long, blanching. "Why do I always look? That's it, from now on, unless you specifically say, 'hey Jaejoong, there's a nice pair tits for you', I'm not looking. Ever."
Yoochun can think of several ways to bypass this new rule and decides to keep his witty comebacks to himself - he wants the element of surprise, one day. "Fine, fine," he relents, pushing Jaejoong back so he can get a good, long look - long, indeed, because this man's legs go on for miles. "I can have him all to myself, then."
"Yoochun, you're so gay it hurts," Jaejoong says, disgusted, and peripherally, Yoochun can see him reclining in his chair, probably to try and look up a skirt. Except he loses his balance and has to hold on to Yoochun to stop himself from cracking his head open.
Yoochun sighs, pulling Jaejoong upright again. "And you're so clumsy it hurts. Literally. It's a good thing you're so hot, otherwise I wouldn't bother keeping you around."
Jaejoong gasps indignantly. "Fuck you, is that all I'm good for? Eye sex?" Jaejoong pauses. "Wait. Do you have eye sex with me?"
Yoochun grins.
Jaejoong splutters, punching Yoochun's arm. Hard. Those triceps are not just for show. "Stop that, you hobo." And English has never been Jaejoong's strong suit.
"Homo, Jaejoong," Yoochun corrects, nodding at the man as those careful eyes swing their way. He smiles with another lick of his lips, for good measure. Beside him, Jaejoong gags, then promptly stops as the seat next to him is filled.
The man raises a brow, and Yoochun can almost see the glint in his eyes. He hums thoughtfully, leaning back with a smirk. Tonight's looking to be fun.
--
"I hate you," Yoochun says, poking at the paper crown on his head. Fake gold was really never his color.
Jaejoong beams. "Lookin' good, Yoochunah," he says, nodding at the redhead next to him. "It's his birthday, that's the only reason I'm here." She giggles and Jaejoong's attention is completely lost.
Yoochun sighs, half-tempted to take the damn hat off, but then the lights go out and music starts and Yoochun's attention is lost as well, eyes glued to the stage eagerly. Jaejoong's loud groan is drowned out by catcalls and screams as men in trenchcoats file onto the stage, and Yoochun is suddenly overwhelmed with immense love for his best friend for these seats. Up close and center, perfect for ogling and drooling - not that he's actually doing either, but if he does, Jaejoong hopefully won't notice.
Yoochun loves life right now, SexyBack blasting in his ears and God knows how many crotches slowly being revealed to him to the beat. Yoochun stands to his feet when the blonde bimbo in front of him blocks his view, and that's when he notices one of the men with an ass begging to be grabbed. Jaejoong guffaws off to the side, loud enough to capture Yoochun's attention for a split second and it's then he notices he's making grabby motions in the air.
"You were right, this is awesome!" Jaejoong shouts gleefully in his ear, patting his hands.
Yoochun smacks him away, focusing completely on the owner of the ass, on the way those hips move like they were born to do only that. Nice lips, too, full and pouty and Yoochun thinks they'd look just right sliding up and down his cock.
And one thing Yoochun hates about being a man - when horny, everyone can see. Women, at least, do not have this problem. Thank God it's dark and he wore his tight jeans tonight. That should keep the popping up to a minimum.
The song ends way too soon for Yoochun's liking, but it's time for introductions and that means a name for the star of Yoochun's wet dreams tonight. "I want muscles like that," Jaejoong says pitifully in his ear, and Yoochun nods absently, eyes never straying from that angelic face. While he's not as muscular as some of the others, Yoochun finds he doesn't mind one bit, because muscles are terribly overrated, anyway. And this one, he's just right. And his name's Junsu.
And Junsu's speaking. "So, do we have any birthdays in the house tonight? Yunho and I would love to give you a special dance!" His voice is even perfect, and as Junsu gestures to who must be Yunho... Yoochun decides he has two favorites.
Then his hand is flying into the air and Jaejoong's jumping up and down like a fucking idiot. "Right here! Birthday boy right here! I'm his straight best friend, I want to see this!"
Yoochun pummels Jaejoong with his free hand but it's too late, the owner of the legs that go on for miles has a smile on his face and is making his way over. Aw, fuck. "I hate you," Yoochun hisses to Jaejoong furiously as Legs slides a hand around his waist and guides him to the stage. Jaejoong just grins happily, waving fingers.
"Just so you know, we don't usually let guys go on stage," Legs whispers into his ear. "But I decided we needed a little fun tonight." And then Yoochun's being pushed onto the stage, where it's completely cleared of men except for Junsu and Yunho, looking entirely too delectable. There is also a chair, and Yoochun wonders if it's possible to die of both mortification and arousal simultaneously.
Junsu grins at him, nodding at the chair, and Yoochun moves forward, swallowing hard. Once in the chair, music starts and the next thing Yoochun knows, there are two crotches gyrating in his face and for the first time in Yoochun's life, he has no idea what to do. The lights on stage are too bright to pick out Jaejoong in the crowd, but Yoochun know he's probably doubled over with laughter, the bastard.
Then Junsu's in front of him, grinding, just barely brushing his legs as he winds his body up and down. "Oh Jesus," Yoochun breathes, glancing up at Junsu, who's smiling and looking nothing like angelic right now. No, he's like pure fucking sin. Yoochun jumps slightly as hands slide down his chest from behind, and then Yunho's breath is hot on Yoochun's ear, making him shiver, full body.
Junsu's gaze flickers to the side and Yoochun follows it, catching a nod from Legs, and then Junsu grabs Yoochun's hands and sticks them right on his scantily-clad ass. "Lucky boy, getting to touch," Junsu says as he leans close. "Squeeze it. Give 'em a show."
Yoochun moans and squeezes, and Junsu gasps, grinning. "Good boy," he says, working his hips down and definitely brushing skin this time. Yoochun's ears are filled with the roar of his heart and the screams of the crowd, and feeling emboldened, Yoochun squeezes again, more deliberately. Junsu moans this time, eyes widening. "Yunho, take over," he says, glancing once more at Yoochun before he's gone, replaced immediately by Yunho.
"Hey there," Yunho drawls, his hips moving slightly more staccato than Junsu's, but no less sexy for it. "Takes a lot to scare Junsu off. You coming to the meet and greet later?"
Yoochun swallows, watching Yunho with wide eyes as Yunho dips, his head following the line of Yoochun's body down to between his legs. The crowd screams louder. "Y-yes?" Yoochun stammers breathlessly as Yunho comes back up.
"Great," Yunho says with a wink, hiking a leg up on the chair and thrusting his crotch inches away from Yoochun's face. Yoochun hopes the song's almost over, because he's not sure how much more of this he can take. "Junsu?" Yunho says as he moves along.
Junsu beams as he mirrors the action, on the other side. Yoochun bites down on his tongue to keep from leaning forward and licking Junsu's inner thigh. Or other things. "Come get our autograph and we'll make it worth your while, later," he says, finishing the song off with a flourish of hips and a lazy grin.
Yoochun watches, slightly dumbfounded, as Yunho and Junsu take their exit from the stage. It's only when Legs comes and tugs him that he realizes he's holding the show up and he needs to get back to his seat and beat the shit out of Jaejoong. "Nice show. If you weren't so damn skinny, I'd ask you to be part of it permanently," Legs says, smirking.
Yoochun decides, in the goodwill of it being his birthday, plus the fact that he just had two sexy men grinding all over him and he will maybe have more of it later, that he won't take offense to that. "You know what, Legs, I like you," he says, patting Legs on the back.
Legs glares. "Call me that again, and I'll make you wish you'd never been born a man. The name's Changmin, thank you." He smirks. "Shim 'One Touch' Changmin, if you wanna get technical."
"Duly noted," Yoochun says promptly, withering.
Jaejoong laughs and laughs once Yoochun's back in his seat, and Yoochun doesn't punch him. Not immediately, anyway. Goodwill, and all. Besides, Yoochun gets full payback when the dancers come out into the audience to get tips and one of them practically attacks Jaejoong with his hips. The look on Jaejoong's face is one Yoochun will cherish forever.
--
"I can't believe you're going to get laid and I'm not," Jaejoong says, in full sulk-mode. "And by TWO people, no less. Boo, you whore."
Yoochun snorts and reminds himself to never watch Mean Girls with Jaejoong in the vicinity again. "Um, says the man who has a different girl in and out of our apartment every night? Yeah, okay."
Jaejoong harrumphs, but brightens considerably as a very drunk, very eager girl bumps into him, draping her arms around his neck and sliding manicured nails down his triceps. "Oooh, are you one of the Chippendales?"
Jaejoong grins. "Yeah, I'm whatever you want me to be, baby," he croons, pulling her close. She giggles, practically shoving her boobs in Jaejoong's face. "Want me to take you home and show you my moves?"
Yoochun goes from disgusted to laughing his ass off in a second flat. He doesn't say a thing, though, waving Jaejoong off with a shake of his head. Jaejoong has no moves whatsoever, but maybe the girl is drunk enough that she won't notice too much. If she does, well, Yoochun will have something to laugh about in the morning.
Or afternoon, perhaps, Yoochun backtracks as he finds Junsu and Yunho. The looks they're wearing are telling Yoochun he's probably not going to come out of this alive. And if he does, maybe, just maybe, they can have a repeat performance, and Yoochun can show them some of his moves. Yoochun likes to think he has moves, anyway. And if not, oh well.
Yunho and Junsu, they've got plenty.