Smooth - YunChun oneshot
Title: Smooth
Yunho/Yoochun. Implied OT5.
PG-13 for suggestive material
Warnings: Jaejoong may or may not be hairless. also, my first 2U >//<
Yoochun teaches Yunho ‘nuff said.
A/N: for once not for vaguelynormal, but always because of her. You’ve read this already bb, but I’m sharing the 2U love :D
“You’ve gotta be smooth.”
A pause. “Smooth?”
“Yeah, smooth.”
“Smooth like how? Like-like Jaejoong smooth?”
“No, that’s being hairless,” Yoochun snorts. “And he isn’t even completely smooth. No, no, I meant like smooth as in hi, you think I’m sexy-oops your panties just dropped kind of smooth.”
Yunho splutters. “What what? That was horrible Yoochun. And how do you know Jae isn’t completely smooth?”
“Same way you do,” Yoochun grins, a hint of teeth. It disappears just as quickly. “Well, just think about it like this: not everyone’s gonna want the responsible, your-mother-loves-me guy-next-door. Some people are gonna want it hard and fast, and sex and one night stands. And if in the morning, the hangover isn’t too bad and you look only a little less glamorous than you did in an alcohol induced frenzy, then maybe, just maybe they’re gonna want the house and white picket fence and useless tiny dog.”
“Maybe, huh?” Yunho says, thinking about it.
“Yeah, maybe.”
“How do you know? What makes you so sure?” Yunho asks as an afterthought.
“Because I’m smooth.”
Silence.
“…like Jaejoong smooth?” Yunho deadpans.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Yoochun grins, reaching across the short distance of the kitchen island between them to graze Yunho’s arm.
“Maybe I would,” Yunho says with a matching grin, accepting the light abuse. He really did have it coming.
“Maybe, huh?” Yoochun’s eyes are bright, mischief and something else giving a different kind of light to his gaze.
“Said that already.” Yunho takes a swig from his bottle of soju, savoring the taste because it’s been a while and Yoochun is picky with whom he shares his private stash with. There’s a warm feeling in his gut, probably from the alcohol but he wouldn’t mind it being something else either.
“All right then,” Yooochun concedes, drinking from his own bottle. “But you’ve gotta be smooth first.”
“How?”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll come up with something leader-sshi,” Yoochun chuckles. “Junsu practices cute faces at me all the time and Changmin doesn’t say much but that’s his kind of smooth. Jaejoong doesn’t really have to do much other than sit looking pretty and I’m already a renowned grease ball. We’ve got our stamps, what’s yours?”
He leans back after that, hooking his arms around the open backing of the chair he’s sitting in, stretching just enough to let a sliver of skin peek out from below his shirt. Yunho knows it’s for his benefit; Yoochun’s making it easier for him to be ‘smooth,’ his body a silent, open invitation. Yunho eyes his lean figure unabashed, thankful and appreciative that there’s more muscle rather than the skin and bones he’s used to. It’s a pose that makes Yunho think back on Yoochun’s earlier words and smirk.
He rounds the island separating them, propping a hip against the wood to lean close. It’s all elevator eyes and slow perusal; Yunho takes his time to drink Yoochun in, from the taunting slip of skin just above the waist band of his jeans to the exposed V of his neck and collar, across the expanse of his broad shoulders, up the column of his neck to sweep a look at the line of his jaw, lingering at his lightly parted lips, reluctantly-yet still somehow eagerly-ending the heated scrutiny with Yoochun’s anticipating stare.
“Hey, sexy,” Yunho breathes, just that much closer with every word. He’s close enough to see Yoochun’s throat work, close enough to hear the tiny bit of struggle it is for him to swallow. The small distance between them really isn’t that far. Just an inch…a few centimeters…a couple of millimeters then-
“Oh God, please. Don’t tell me he’s trying that drop your panties line.”
Yunho jerks back violently, arms flailing to knock over Yoochun’s bottle of soju while flushing scarlet. “I-I-this we’re-”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes from his stand at the door, expression full of mirth. “That line is horrible.”
“Not to mention irrelevant,” Junsu pipes up, right behind the eldest. “None of us wear’s panties.”
“I hate you.” Yoochun glares, unhooking his arms from behind him and reaching for a rag on the counter to stop the spread of liquid. “Both of you.”
Yunho backs away, still red and unable to say anything after being caught red-handed in a questionable position. Changmin hooks an arm around his neck just as he’s about to flee the premises.
“Everyone knows Yoochun hyung is epic fail anyway,” Changmin says, a little too close to be anything but suggestive. “Hyung, you should have made this ‘smooth’ session a group bonding experience instead.”
Yunho looks at him sharply, unsure if the underlying implication was just his imagination or a possible reality. There’s a quiet from the other three at the counter that says it could be the latter. He sees the subtle invitation in Changmin’s frank gaze: it’s a little hesitant, a little apprehensive, but all warm and hopeful that maybe, just maybe Yunho might be able to consider the reality. Just as the quiet becomes a little too disconcerting, Junsu asks:
“…like Jaejoong smooth?”
A/N: ok, so written a few weeks ago when I was itching to write something quick and fast. Prompt was given by the ever wonderful vaguelynormal she is srsly to blame for my recent influx of fic. I gladly worship at her alter, next to the Shisus XD
Your YunChun is coming bb, it is, it really is. Just wait for it, yeahh?
Yunho/Yoochun. Implied OT5.
PG-13 for suggestive material
Warnings: Jaejoong may or may not be hairless. also, my first 2U >//<
Yoochun teaches Yunho ‘nuff said.
A/N: for once not for vaguelynormal, but always because of her. You’ve read this already bb, but I’m sharing the 2U love :D
“You’ve gotta be smooth.”
A pause. “Smooth?”
“Yeah, smooth.”
“Smooth like how? Like-like Jaejoong smooth?”
“No, that’s being hairless,” Yoochun snorts. “And he isn’t even completely smooth. No, no, I meant like smooth as in hi, you think I’m sexy-oops your panties just dropped kind of smooth.”
Yunho splutters. “What what? That was horrible Yoochun. And how do you know Jae isn’t completely smooth?”
“Same way you do,” Yoochun grins, a hint of teeth. It disappears just as quickly. “Well, just think about it like this: not everyone’s gonna want the responsible, your-mother-loves-me guy-next-door. Some people are gonna want it hard and fast, and sex and one night stands. And if in the morning, the hangover isn’t too bad and you look only a little less glamorous than you did in an alcohol induced frenzy, then maybe, just maybe they’re gonna want the house and white picket fence and useless tiny dog.”
“Maybe, huh?” Yunho says, thinking about it.
“Yeah, maybe.”
“How do you know? What makes you so sure?” Yunho asks as an afterthought.
“Because I’m smooth.”
Silence.
“…like Jaejoong smooth?” Yunho deadpans.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Yoochun grins, reaching across the short distance of the kitchen island between them to graze Yunho’s arm.
“Maybe I would,” Yunho says with a matching grin, accepting the light abuse. He really did have it coming.
“Maybe, huh?” Yoochun’s eyes are bright, mischief and something else giving a different kind of light to his gaze.
“Said that already.” Yunho takes a swig from his bottle of soju, savoring the taste because it’s been a while and Yoochun is picky with whom he shares his private stash with. There’s a warm feeling in his gut, probably from the alcohol but he wouldn’t mind it being something else either.
“All right then,” Yooochun concedes, drinking from his own bottle. “But you’ve gotta be smooth first.”
“How?”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll come up with something leader-sshi,” Yoochun chuckles. “Junsu practices cute faces at me all the time and Changmin doesn’t say much but that’s his kind of smooth. Jaejoong doesn’t really have to do much other than sit looking pretty and I’m already a renowned grease ball. We’ve got our stamps, what’s yours?”
He leans back after that, hooking his arms around the open backing of the chair he’s sitting in, stretching just enough to let a sliver of skin peek out from below his shirt. Yunho knows it’s for his benefit; Yoochun’s making it easier for him to be ‘smooth,’ his body a silent, open invitation. Yunho eyes his lean figure unabashed, thankful and appreciative that there’s more muscle rather than the skin and bones he’s used to. It’s a pose that makes Yunho think back on Yoochun’s earlier words and smirk.
He rounds the island separating them, propping a hip against the wood to lean close. It’s all elevator eyes and slow perusal; Yunho takes his time to drink Yoochun in, from the taunting slip of skin just above the waist band of his jeans to the exposed V of his neck and collar, across the expanse of his broad shoulders, up the column of his neck to sweep a look at the line of his jaw, lingering at his lightly parted lips, reluctantly-yet still somehow eagerly-ending the heated scrutiny with Yoochun’s anticipating stare.
“Hey, sexy,” Yunho breathes, just that much closer with every word. He’s close enough to see Yoochun’s throat work, close enough to hear the tiny bit of struggle it is for him to swallow. The small distance between them really isn’t that far. Just an inch…a few centimeters…a couple of millimeters then-
“Oh God, please. Don’t tell me he’s trying that drop your panties line.”
Yunho jerks back violently, arms flailing to knock over Yoochun’s bottle of soju while flushing scarlet. “I-I-this we’re-”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes from his stand at the door, expression full of mirth. “That line is horrible.”
“Not to mention irrelevant,” Junsu pipes up, right behind the eldest. “None of us wear’s panties.”
“I hate you.” Yoochun glares, unhooking his arms from behind him and reaching for a rag on the counter to stop the spread of liquid. “Both of you.”
Yunho backs away, still red and unable to say anything after being caught red-handed in a questionable position. Changmin hooks an arm around his neck just as he’s about to flee the premises.
“Everyone knows Yoochun hyung is epic fail anyway,” Changmin says, a little too close to be anything but suggestive. “Hyung, you should have made this ‘smooth’ session a group bonding experience instead.”
Yunho looks at him sharply, unsure if the underlying implication was just his imagination or a possible reality. There’s a quiet from the other three at the counter that says it could be the latter. He sees the subtle invitation in Changmin’s frank gaze: it’s a little hesitant, a little apprehensive, but all warm and hopeful that maybe, just maybe Yunho might be able to consider the reality. Just as the quiet becomes a little too disconcerting, Junsu asks:
“…like Jaejoong smooth?”
A/N: ok, so written a few weeks ago when I was itching to write something quick and fast. Prompt was given by the ever wonderful vaguelynormal she is srsly to blame for my recent influx of fic. I gladly worship at her alter, next to the Shisus XD
Your YunChun is coming bb, it is, it really is. Just wait for it, yeahh?