Perhaps Love
Pairing: 2PM Taecyeon x Junsu
Rating: NC-17 ( fail smut and broken engrish lol )
Disclaimer: I own 2PM. In my dream.
Author's note: I originally wrote this for my Poreotics OTP so any of you interested in reading it, just message me :)
11.30 AM. Summer in Seoul. Ok Taecyeon’s gaze was somewhere on the world outside this cafe, behind the transparent window that slightly reflected his reflection. People walking down the street, some bringing ice cream and some trying to get to the street across, and some doing they-know-what.
“Yo”, he twisted his head to the owner of the voice that was standing before him, before the said boy pulled a chair and sat so that they were face to face.
“Where are Nichkhun, Chansung..”
“They aren’t coming”, Taecyeon was stopped dead in his tracks. It’s not so Junsu-like to butt into someone else’s sentence, “i told them not to”. The shorter guy before him looked him into his eyes, there was something unusual about his gaze, like it could penetrate him deep to his soul, down to his heart.
Well, but he has his heart.
Junsu flipped over the menu pages as Taecyeon sat quietly watching the pages flipped. Somewhere along the line, the palm of Junsu’s hand caught his attention.
Taecyeon has always loved the texture of Junsu’s moist skin. For a man, he takes good care of his skin. Of course this is because for a long time Taecyeon has been observing the others too, Nichkhun’s, Chansung’s, Wooyoung’s and Junho’s palms seem to be full of scratches here and there, a normal side-effect of acrobatics practice. But Junsu is different. He always uses this skin care products, so that he could keep them soft.
It’s the soft texture of palms that he grabbed on whenever they slept in exhaustion after hours of making love, and the first thing that tells him in the morning that he’s still beside him.
But it’s not just his palms, it’s about his skin, entirely. Underneath the shirt and pants that’s never been exposed to anyone, just like the kiss marks that Taecyeon left on the night before. Every inch of his skin, made with a kiss and a bite, anything that makes Junsu moan and shoots sparks to his dick.
“.. n.. TAECYEON !”
Taecyeon’s eyes widened in amazement. Junsu was looking at him with a worried expression on his face then he let out a sigh of relief.
“You were spacing out”
“Oh.. sorry”
But Junsu didn’t say anything, instead he continued looking at the man before him as if he was expecting something.
“So.. ehm, where were we ?”
“Our dance practice schedule for new choreograph”
Dance practice. Right. Dancing.
Taecyeon loves seeing the smaller boy’s body moving to the beat, whether it’s a booty shake, popping, waving or just swaying his hips. Perhaps at first it was a joke for hi, for Junsu was quite awkward at it. He loved to observe every single detail of his move, and perhaps it is all where it began.
Somehow, in every show, in every performance, Taecyeon started to notice the boy even more. It’s well-known among everyone that they often include a mean-to-be-sexy moves, and Taecyeon couldn’t help but think that he was craving for more. Something about the suit that Junsu was wearing, is irrelevant. He wanted to see the boy with not a piece of it and making the sexy moves in bed, just for him.
Was it merely a pleasure for sore eyes or something else triggered the lust that he wasn’t supposed to have towards the lead singer ?
“Taecyeon, you weren’t listening at all, were you ?”
“I did !”
“What food did i order ?”
The taller boy frowned, his hands that were up on the table were now under, intertwining each of his own fingers frantically while trying to figure out a food which Junsu likes, “.. Tuna sandwich ?”
Junsu sighed, this time not a relieved one. “Try to be better liar next time. I haven’t ordered anything yet. Beside, i wasn’t even talking about dancing. Never at this whole time we’ve been sitting in this cafe”
“Oh ! I see that ! I was joking !”
“I was talking about out relationship”
The smile on his face soon disappeared, replaced with once again widened eyes while cursing himself inside.
“Have you lost track of how many times we made love ?”
5 times. One of which was done after Junsu and his Girlfriend broke up, once on 2PM’ practice room after their routine dancing exercise while covered in sweat ( which somehow turned both of them on even more ), 2 times in the shower after hours of making love, and once was.. for the first time
“I still clearly remember our first time..”
Well, i do. Too.
It was after a training for their first ever concert preparation, in which it rained cats and dogs, and none of them got an umbrella. Junsu just decided to stop by Taecyeon’s house since it was more convenient to wait in a place near the studio than his house.
The washing machine was a silent witness. Neither of them really understood how did it happen and why so, Junsu was putting their t-shirts and some soap inside, as Taecyeon silently observing the water that dropped following the lines on the other boy’s body.
Junsu, knowing the stare that was meant for him, but not knowing what to do. He just stood near the washing machine with a blush on his cheek that he purposely trying to hide, but the try came to no avail as Taecyeon was getting closer to him, and when their eyes met, the intensity of his gaze shot sparks throughout his body, numbing every nerves, every senses.
The next thing they realized, lips met with their tongue clashed, moving around and trying to fight for dominance, with Junsu being cornered to the washing machine, as Taecyeon’s hands moving around his moist wet skin, from Junsu’s neck down to his chest, to his well-built abdoment and to his wet jeans.
The older boy tried to push the younger one as he felt the hands of the other unbuckling the belt and then unzipped the zipper. Taecyeon, knowing Junsu’s rejection, didn’t just stop there. Instead he grabbed the older’s dick which earned a moan from the other’s lips. Then his hands quickly proceeding the half-done work, pulling both of the jeans and the pants down as his own lips left a hickey on Junsu’s neck.
Both of them stopped. With Junsu panting on Taecyeon’s neck, grasping for some air and arms clinging onto the taller’s shoulder.
Taecyeon slided his right leg among Junsu’s legs, left hand trailed up from the other’s leg to in between the crotch. He was hard as rock.
It didn’t take long before Taecyeon was on his knees and his tongue met the tip of the other’s dick and engulfed the whole thing. His head bobbed up and down as Junsu cried out moaning in pleasure and embarassment. He muttered to stop, but the pleasure that the younger given cut it short and replaced the objection with particular voice that couldn’t help but making Taecyeon’s thing down there started to feel suffocated by his jeans.
Taecyeon finally released the weeping erection before Junsu came on Taecyeon’s abdoment. His cheeks blushing real red, how the hell did he come on him ?
Despite the distinctive red blush on Junsu’s cheeks, Taecyeon just pulled him for another heated kiss as hand playing on the untouched nipples, rubbed on it, and twisted it. Making Junsu twitched, and his thing down there reacted to the pleasure.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, Taecyeon pushed a finger into his Uke’s entrance, making Junsu parted their lips, and moaned due to the weird sensation done by the other’s finger. He was tight, therefore he inserted another finger, making it two inside of Junsu.
The sensation was breaking Junsu from the inside, Taecyeon’s fingers were making scissoring movement to untighten the virgin entrance and Junsu could helplessly only pulled Taecyeon closer to his hug, since the pain on his entrance sent numbing sensation to his legs.
This is it.
Slightly after Taecyeon pulled out his fingers, he unzipped his own zipper and let his dick met the cold air, and pushed it to his Uke’s entrace, making Junsu moan the loudest cry. But of course Taecyeon didn’t stop there, he continued thrusting it inside and out, as Junsu moaned in each thrust. And the pain couldn’t help but shedding tears from his black orb eyes, but the pleasure couldn’t help but once again turning his dick hard as rock.
Junsu couldn’t help but scratching Taecyeon’s back which of course Taecyeon didn’t mind it, since hearing every of Junsu’s moan triggered his lust even more, turning off every senses but to hear more of his cry. Taecyeon could feel the walls around his cock started to tighten and he himself felt something was about to burst out.
Then it came, Taecyeon moaned in pleasure as Junsu let out a voiceless scream, and finally, the grip on Taecyeon’s back became loose and Junsu’s consciousness fading away, leaving painful scratches behind, and for some reason, Taecyeon was glad that Junsu left them. He needed a concrete prove, that the body he was holding was real.
As for now, Junsu's question brought him back into realization, “Why did you hold me ?”
Oh Crap. No.
“.. and why do you wanna know ?”
There was a disappointment in his face, “Taecyeon...”, Junsu’s voice began to tremble, “i need to know that i didn’t break up with my Girlfriend for nothing”
What ?
“.. and to prove Nichkhun wrong, that i am not your Ex girlfriend’s stand-in”
The question startled Taecyeon as if he was ready to jump and break the transparrent window next to him. And what’s with Junsu’s slightly red eyes ?
“You clearly aren’t her stand-in, geez what has gotten into Nichkhun’s head. I was just holding you on a whim..”
A deafening squeak of chair being pulled cut Taecyeon’s words short, Junsu stood up while his entire body trembling against the chest-numbing words that struck him hard, “You’ll never hold me ever again”
Taecyeon was left at loss of words, unable to proceed what he just said to the older man that made the hurt look on his face so distinct, while Junsu was making his way out of the cafe.
Why did i hold you ?
That’s the same question that Taecyeon used to be asking to himself. It’s not like it never struck him before. He loved to just look at Junsu’s peaceful sleeping face, sometimes he’d even notice a trace of tears from their making love session that he just played too hard, hitting the older’s prostate mercilessly while completely ignoring the pain that was shown in his facial expression. He loved to caress the smaller body when he wasn’t in his consciousness. And sometimes, just by doing so, all the questions seemed to rush into Taecyeon’s head, that’s how he discovered his own feeling that was long kept. How could he himself wasnt sensitive of his own feeling ?
I didn’t hold you on a whim, but because you are Kim Junsu.
He wasn’t sure whether it would be okay to come out and tell him how he felt. Not to mention, both of them are man. And they are 2PM. If something ever happened to them, that might bring a disastrous influence to their relationship, what would 2PM become ? What would their fans have to say when they found out that 2 members were secretly being more than just a friend behind the scene ?
“You’ll never hold me ever again”. But does losing Junsu worth them all ?
Taecyeon quickly get on his legs and in a blink of an eye when he realized, he was in the world outside the transparrent window. As if his legs were moving on his own, following the unseen traces that Junsu probably passed on the way to his home.
Did you walk down crying ?
Never in his life, he thought of himself even lower than a mere trash. He was a complete airhead back then in the cafe, all he thought was himself, his own feeling. He never knew that Junsu was just as hurt, and perhaps twice.
When he finally reached where his legs were taking him to, Taecyeon didn’t waste more time to even think of anything else. He knocked on Junsu’s door many times, hurriedly, while panting on his short breath as sweats trailed down anywhere on his skin.
Junsu opened his door, and to his shock, the least person he wanted to see was there.
Taecyeon, reading the expression on Junsu’s face, quickly reached out his arms, and pulled the smaller boy closer so that their skins met, and both were able to hear the sounding heartbeats. But the distance was completely annihilated when Taecyeon glued their lips together, leaving Junsu puzzled by the sudden action.
They parted the kiss, both of the singer looked into each other’s eyes.
“Well , Junsu, i..”
When Taecyeon looked at him in the eyes, and when the smaller body was inside his arms, now he knew that.. this is what he wanted to do. This is how it should be. And this how it’s supposed to be in the first place.
He just wanted Junsu back.
And this time, he is not gonna make him cry.
Rating: NC-17 ( fail smut and broken engrish lol )
Disclaimer: I own 2PM. In my dream.
Author's note: I originally wrote this for my Poreotics OTP so any of you interested in reading it, just message me :)
11.30 AM. Summer in Seoul. Ok Taecyeon’s gaze was somewhere on the world outside this cafe, behind the transparent window that slightly reflected his reflection. People walking down the street, some bringing ice cream and some trying to get to the street across, and some doing they-know-what.
“Yo”, he twisted his head to the owner of the voice that was standing before him, before the said boy pulled a chair and sat so that they were face to face.
“Where are Nichkhun, Chansung..”
“They aren’t coming”, Taecyeon was stopped dead in his tracks. It’s not so Junsu-like to butt into someone else’s sentence, “i told them not to”. The shorter guy before him looked him into his eyes, there was something unusual about his gaze, like it could penetrate him deep to his soul, down to his heart.
Well, but he has his heart.
Junsu flipped over the menu pages as Taecyeon sat quietly watching the pages flipped. Somewhere along the line, the palm of Junsu’s hand caught his attention.
Taecyeon has always loved the texture of Junsu’s moist skin. For a man, he takes good care of his skin. Of course this is because for a long time Taecyeon has been observing the others too, Nichkhun’s, Chansung’s, Wooyoung’s and Junho’s palms seem to be full of scratches here and there, a normal side-effect of acrobatics practice. But Junsu is different. He always uses this skin care products, so that he could keep them soft.
It’s the soft texture of palms that he grabbed on whenever they slept in exhaustion after hours of making love, and the first thing that tells him in the morning that he’s still beside him.
But it’s not just his palms, it’s about his skin, entirely. Underneath the shirt and pants that’s never been exposed to anyone, just like the kiss marks that Taecyeon left on the night before. Every inch of his skin, made with a kiss and a bite, anything that makes Junsu moan and shoots sparks to his dick.
“.. n.. TAECYEON !”
Taecyeon’s eyes widened in amazement. Junsu was looking at him with a worried expression on his face then he let out a sigh of relief.
“You were spacing out”
“Oh.. sorry”
But Junsu didn’t say anything, instead he continued looking at the man before him as if he was expecting something.
“So.. ehm, where were we ?”
“Our dance practice schedule for new choreograph”
Dance practice. Right. Dancing.
Taecyeon loves seeing the smaller boy’s body moving to the beat, whether it’s a booty shake, popping, waving or just swaying his hips. Perhaps at first it was a joke for hi, for Junsu was quite awkward at it. He loved to observe every single detail of his move, and perhaps it is all where it began.
Somehow, in every show, in every performance, Taecyeon started to notice the boy even more. It’s well-known among everyone that they often include a mean-to-be-sexy moves, and Taecyeon couldn’t help but think that he was craving for more. Something about the suit that Junsu was wearing, is irrelevant. He wanted to see the boy with not a piece of it and making the sexy moves in bed, just for him.
Was it merely a pleasure for sore eyes or something else triggered the lust that he wasn’t supposed to have towards the lead singer ?
“Taecyeon, you weren’t listening at all, were you ?”
“I did !”
“What food did i order ?”
The taller boy frowned, his hands that were up on the table were now under, intertwining each of his own fingers frantically while trying to figure out a food which Junsu likes, “.. Tuna sandwich ?”
Junsu sighed, this time not a relieved one. “Try to be better liar next time. I haven’t ordered anything yet. Beside, i wasn’t even talking about dancing. Never at this whole time we’ve been sitting in this cafe”
“Oh ! I see that ! I was joking !”
“I was talking about out relationship”
The smile on his face soon disappeared, replaced with once again widened eyes while cursing himself inside.
“Have you lost track of how many times we made love ?”
5 times. One of which was done after Junsu and his Girlfriend broke up, once on 2PM’ practice room after their routine dancing exercise while covered in sweat ( which somehow turned both of them on even more ), 2 times in the shower after hours of making love, and once was.. for the first time
“I still clearly remember our first time..”
Well, i do. Too.
It was after a training for their first ever concert preparation, in which it rained cats and dogs, and none of them got an umbrella. Junsu just decided to stop by Taecyeon’s house since it was more convenient to wait in a place near the studio than his house.
The washing machine was a silent witness. Neither of them really understood how did it happen and why so, Junsu was putting their t-shirts and some soap inside, as Taecyeon silently observing the water that dropped following the lines on the other boy’s body.
Junsu, knowing the stare that was meant for him, but not knowing what to do. He just stood near the washing machine with a blush on his cheek that he purposely trying to hide, but the try came to no avail as Taecyeon was getting closer to him, and when their eyes met, the intensity of his gaze shot sparks throughout his body, numbing every nerves, every senses.
The next thing they realized, lips met with their tongue clashed, moving around and trying to fight for dominance, with Junsu being cornered to the washing machine, as Taecyeon’s hands moving around his moist wet skin, from Junsu’s neck down to his chest, to his well-built abdoment and to his wet jeans.
The older boy tried to push the younger one as he felt the hands of the other unbuckling the belt and then unzipped the zipper. Taecyeon, knowing Junsu’s rejection, didn’t just stop there. Instead he grabbed the older’s dick which earned a moan from the other’s lips. Then his hands quickly proceeding the half-done work, pulling both of the jeans and the pants down as his own lips left a hickey on Junsu’s neck.
Both of them stopped. With Junsu panting on Taecyeon’s neck, grasping for some air and arms clinging onto the taller’s shoulder.
Taecyeon slided his right leg among Junsu’s legs, left hand trailed up from the other’s leg to in between the crotch. He was hard as rock.
It didn’t take long before Taecyeon was on his knees and his tongue met the tip of the other’s dick and engulfed the whole thing. His head bobbed up and down as Junsu cried out moaning in pleasure and embarassment. He muttered to stop, but the pleasure that the younger given cut it short and replaced the objection with particular voice that couldn’t help but making Taecyeon’s thing down there started to feel suffocated by his jeans.
Taecyeon finally released the weeping erection before Junsu came on Taecyeon’s abdoment. His cheeks blushing real red, how the hell did he come on him ?
Despite the distinctive red blush on Junsu’s cheeks, Taecyeon just pulled him for another heated kiss as hand playing on the untouched nipples, rubbed on it, and twisted it. Making Junsu twitched, and his thing down there reacted to the pleasure.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, Taecyeon pushed a finger into his Uke’s entrance, making Junsu parted their lips, and moaned due to the weird sensation done by the other’s finger. He was tight, therefore he inserted another finger, making it two inside of Junsu.
The sensation was breaking Junsu from the inside, Taecyeon’s fingers were making scissoring movement to untighten the virgin entrance and Junsu could helplessly only pulled Taecyeon closer to his hug, since the pain on his entrance sent numbing sensation to his legs.
This is it.
Slightly after Taecyeon pulled out his fingers, he unzipped his own zipper and let his dick met the cold air, and pushed it to his Uke’s entrace, making Junsu moan the loudest cry. But of course Taecyeon didn’t stop there, he continued thrusting it inside and out, as Junsu moaned in each thrust. And the pain couldn’t help but shedding tears from his black orb eyes, but the pleasure couldn’t help but once again turning his dick hard as rock.
Junsu couldn’t help but scratching Taecyeon’s back which of course Taecyeon didn’t mind it, since hearing every of Junsu’s moan triggered his lust even more, turning off every senses but to hear more of his cry. Taecyeon could feel the walls around his cock started to tighten and he himself felt something was about to burst out.
Then it came, Taecyeon moaned in pleasure as Junsu let out a voiceless scream, and finally, the grip on Taecyeon’s back became loose and Junsu’s consciousness fading away, leaving painful scratches behind, and for some reason, Taecyeon was glad that Junsu left them. He needed a concrete prove, that the body he was holding was real.
As for now, Junsu's question brought him back into realization, “Why did you hold me ?”
Oh Crap. No.
“.. and why do you wanna know ?”
There was a disappointment in his face, “Taecyeon...”, Junsu’s voice began to tremble, “i need to know that i didn’t break up with my Girlfriend for nothing”
What ?
“.. and to prove Nichkhun wrong, that i am not your Ex girlfriend’s stand-in”
The question startled Taecyeon as if he was ready to jump and break the transparrent window next to him. And what’s with Junsu’s slightly red eyes ?
“You clearly aren’t her stand-in, geez what has gotten into Nichkhun’s head. I was just holding you on a whim..”
A deafening squeak of chair being pulled cut Taecyeon’s words short, Junsu stood up while his entire body trembling against the chest-numbing words that struck him hard, “You’ll never hold me ever again”
Taecyeon was left at loss of words, unable to proceed what he just said to the older man that made the hurt look on his face so distinct, while Junsu was making his way out of the cafe.
Why did i hold you ?
That’s the same question that Taecyeon used to be asking to himself. It’s not like it never struck him before. He loved to just look at Junsu’s peaceful sleeping face, sometimes he’d even notice a trace of tears from their making love session that he just played too hard, hitting the older’s prostate mercilessly while completely ignoring the pain that was shown in his facial expression. He loved to caress the smaller body when he wasn’t in his consciousness. And sometimes, just by doing so, all the questions seemed to rush into Taecyeon’s head, that’s how he discovered his own feeling that was long kept. How could he himself wasnt sensitive of his own feeling ?
I didn’t hold you on a whim, but because you are Kim Junsu.
He wasn’t sure whether it would be okay to come out and tell him how he felt. Not to mention, both of them are man. And they are 2PM. If something ever happened to them, that might bring a disastrous influence to their relationship, what would 2PM become ? What would their fans have to say when they found out that 2 members were secretly being more than just a friend behind the scene ?
“You’ll never hold me ever again”. But does losing Junsu worth them all ?
Taecyeon quickly get on his legs and in a blink of an eye when he realized, he was in the world outside the transparrent window. As if his legs were moving on his own, following the unseen traces that Junsu probably passed on the way to his home.
Did you walk down crying ?
Never in his life, he thought of himself even lower than a mere trash. He was a complete airhead back then in the cafe, all he thought was himself, his own feeling. He never knew that Junsu was just as hurt, and perhaps twice.
When he finally reached where his legs were taking him to, Taecyeon didn’t waste more time to even think of anything else. He knocked on Junsu’s door many times, hurriedly, while panting on his short breath as sweats trailed down anywhere on his skin.
Junsu opened his door, and to his shock, the least person he wanted to see was there.
Taecyeon, reading the expression on Junsu’s face, quickly reached out his arms, and pulled the smaller boy closer so that their skins met, and both were able to hear the sounding heartbeats. But the distance was completely annihilated when Taecyeon glued their lips together, leaving Junsu puzzled by the sudden action.
They parted the kiss, both of the singer looked into each other’s eyes.
“Well , Junsu, i..”
When Taecyeon looked at him in the eyes, and when the smaller body was inside his arms, now he knew that.. this is what he wanted to do. This is how it should be. And this how it’s supposed to be in the first place.
He just wanted Junsu back.
And this time, he is not gonna make him cry.