(you know that) You Go Down On Me
(you know that) You Go Down On Me
Junsu/Yoochun
PG-13 - humour/fluff/copious references to blowjobs? 8D
~2600w
For xiahki♥ & for applepieprinces who thought I had died/been eaten by giraffes. XD;
Based on this little moment. :3
Yoochun pretends to be asleep as Junsu starts to stir next to him. He closes his eyes as Junsu’s fingers flex against his chest in a waking stretch. Junsu sighs heavily against Yoochun’s shoulders as the stretch retracts into a satisfied slump against Yoochun’s body.
“I know you’re awake,” he mumbles, hoarse and amused. “You’re a crap actor.”
Yoochun opens one eye and then the other in defeat when he sees Junsu smiling up at him, all ruffled and sleepy and gorgeous. “I’m better than you,” he retorts even as he plays with the fingers resting against his nipple.
Junsu’s smile just widens and he lifts his face for a morning kiss. Yoochun stops playing with Junsu’s fingers and runs his own along Junsu’s arm, up to his shoulder, throat. Gently cupping Junsu’s nape, Yoochun pulls him in for a soft, closed-mouth kiss.
When they part, Junsu’s eyes flutter open and oh, yes, Yoochun knows that look well. It makes something spark in his belly.
“I know what I am better at,” Junsu says, sliding one hand down Yoochun’s body and between his thighs.
Yoochun does his best not to shudder and sigh. “I’ve taught you too much,” he mourns. “My rule as Darth is in jeopardy, Obi-Wan.”
Junsu laughs loudly and squeezes gently with his hand. “Battle of the light sabers?”
Yoochun groans at the bad pun. Then Junsu slides down Yoochun’s body under the covers and he groans for an entirely different reason. He lets Junsu’s mouth do the work, slow and messy first thing in the morning. It’s Yoochun’s favourite time to have sex, when he’s sharp from waking early. When just-woken Junsu is unguarded and affectionate and eager to please. He lifts the covers and instantly regrets looking - Junsu makes perfect eye contact and sucks slow and fierce. This time, Yoochun allows himself to shudder and sigh as he comes in Junsu’s mouth, back arching and straining not to push up too hard with his hips.
When Junsu finishes, Yoochun feels him lick his lips against Yoochun’s skin. He shakes from the intensity and lets out a tiny moan. There’s a muffled giggle from under the covers as Junsu wriggles back up, taking care to avoid touching anything still-sensitive.
Yoochun pushes the top of the comforter back as Junsu’s head pops out. “Okay,” he says in response to Junsu’s mega-watt grin, “you proved your point.”
Junsu merely tilts his head angelically and settles down next to Yoochun. “I would never tell lies,” he says airily. Yoochun laughs and rolls on top of him, initiating a proper kiss before Junsu can get another word in edgeways. Yoochun kisses Junsu like he’s drowning; deep and wet and desperate. Junsu responds just as eagerly, his legs sliding against Yoochun’s and his hands clutching Yoochun’s shoulders.
When Yoochun comes up for air, Junsu blinks prettily, completely kiss-dazed. “Why do you always do that?” he asks absently, drawing patterns on Yoochun’s back with his fingers.
Yoochun is distracted by Junsu’s blushing lips. “Hmm?”
“In the mornings. You only kiss me properly after I’ve done that.”
Shrugging, Yoochun smiles and kisses Junsu’s nose. “I like tasting myself on you. And your morning breath sucks.”
Junsu’s expression is torn between rage and amusement. Yoochun takes it as a cue to roll away quickly before any lasting damage can be implemented. He escapes with only a sharp slap to his ass - not really a punishment Yoochun minds, if he’s honest - until Junsu decides to tickle him.
“Stop, stop!” Yoochun gasps, trying to get away. Kinda hard when Junsu’s sitting on his stomach though. “I’m sorry! Your breath is sweet like roses. Always!”
Junsu laughs at him and digs his fingers deeper into Yoochun’s sides. “Liar! I already said you’re a crap actor.”
Yoochun flips about pathetically until Junsu pins his arms to the pillows and brings their mouths together. Yoochun swallows the sound of Junsu’s laughter and then as their lips touch, silence. Junsu pulls back and whispers, “I could show you what else I’ve learnt from you,” which only serves to make Yoochun laugh again.
A short knock on the door is the only warning they get before Jaejoong’s head pops in. “Shut up, you randy teenagers. We’re leaving in half an hour.” He winks at them and smiles winningly before closing the door again.
Yoochun pouts and Junsu flops down on his chest heavily. “He’s just bitchy because I kicked him out of your bedroom again,” Junsu sighs. “I’ll have to buy him something shiny.”
Yoochun exaggerates his pout even further and begins shoving Junsu out of the bed. “Come on, we better get going.”
Junsu sighs, long-suffering. “Yet another cold shower for poor Xiah Junsu.”
“Get a move on and I’ll warm you up,” Yoochun teases, already hustling Junsu out of the door. He takes no notice of the fact they’re both still naked.
Junsu saunters towards the bathroom shamelessly. “In fifteen minutes?” he says sceptically.
Yoochun pinches his ass for that. “You underestimate me, Jedi. The force is strong with this one.”
“I’d rather the force was strong in me,” Junsu mutters, peeking into the bathroom to check that it’s free.
Yoochun pushes him in and shuts the door quickly. They’re only ten minutes behind schedule that morning.
-
Yoochun leans against the studio wall and breathes hard through his nose. It feels like his lungs are about to collapse. It also doesn’t help that Junsu decided to take his shirt off halfway through rehearsal. Yoochun can’t stop staring at the gentle slope of his shoulders.
“At least pretend you’re not making cow eyes at him,” Jaejoong mock-scorns, nearly slamming himself against the wall next to Yoochun. “You’re making me feel sick.”
Yoochun flicks Jaejoong’s ear. “Shut up. I was trying to learn the dance.”
“Oh really?” Jaejoong raises a sceptical eyebrow. “Is Junsu’s ass the choreographer now?”
“Oh, snap!” Changmin says in passing, pausing to high-five Jaejoong. Then one-touch him in the stomach.
Yoochun laughs as Jaejoong wheezes next to him. “Serves you right.”
“Whatever,” Jaejoong says, scowling. “I hope my rock-hard abs broke his fist.”
Junsu and Yunho clap in other on the back. Yoochun watches their faces reflected in the mirror and smiles. At least two of them aren’t tripping over the new dance steps. Junsu winks at Yoochun in the mirror and sets himself back up to learn the last part of the dance.
“You know that you go down on me,” he mimes along with the music, a half-frown marring his features.
Changmin sniggers loudly next to Yoochun. “Does he even know what that means?”
“No,” Yoochun sighs. “He doesn’t. I haven’t explained ‘going down’ to him yet.”
“But you’ve shown him, right?” Jaejoong questions. He punctuates his words with a lewd hand gesture and pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Yoochun flicks his ear again.
“Of course I have,” he says haughtily. “But he seems to have monopolised that one particular act.”
“Well,” Changmin says, matter-of-factly, “he does have the lips for it.”
Yoochun frowns. “Stop, before I hit you.”
“You know that you go down on me,” Junsu sings loudly, trying his best to show his ‘charisma’ in the mirror. Yoochun will never tell him it’s cuter than his actual aegyo poses.
“Liar,” he mutters. “Such a liar.”
Changmin sighs and shares a knowing glance with Jaejoong. “What happened, Yoochun? We’ve got five minutes wherein you can spill your girly little heart out. Starting now.”
Yoochun decides to ignore the girly comment. “Well, it started a few weeks ago…”
-
Yoochun grins as he pulls Junsu’s pants down, pleased to see that Junsu is already more than a little excited. He holds the shaft firmly and places a gentle, wet kiss on the head. Junsu’s hips push up a bit.
“Patience,” Yoochun chides while mouthing the soft skin of Junsu’s thighs.
Junsu grunts in response. “Yoochun, please.”
Yoochun takes pity on him, licking his lips before going to work. Junsu hums and sighs appreciatively. Yoochun utilises every trick in his book, every little thing he knows drives Junsu crazy. It seems to be working.
Until Junsu slides his fingers into Yoochun’s hair and curls them around the base of his skull. Yoochun is confused for a moment, until he realises that he’s being guided. In his slight shock and indignation, Yoochun lets Junsu guide the pace and depth, nearly choking when Junsu pushes his head a little too far down.
“Use your tongue,” Junsu gasps. He rolls his hips and moans. “More suction.”
That’s it. Yoochun pulls Junsu’s hand away and twists his mouth off of him. “What the heck?” he croaks, feeling more than a little put out. “Is my technique no longer good enough?”
Junsu pouts at the loss of wet warmth and looks down at him. “I was just thinking about how I would do it.”
“How you would do it?” Yoochun says incredulously. “I believe I taught you everything you know.”
“Well obviously my skills have evolved,” Junsu huffs. He crosses his arms over his chest. “I just thought you could use some pointers.”
There is a very tense silence. Yoochun and Junsu have a mini glaring contest. Then Yoochun slides his mouth back over Junsu and does something to his ass that shuts him right up.
-
“…so you see, he thinks he’s the master of fellatio now.” Yoochun finishes the story and scuffs his shoe against the shiny wooden floor. “I haven’t been down on him since.”
Jaejoong stifles a giggle and pats Yoochun on the arm consolingly. “Your poor, wounded ego.”
“I mean, it’s fine,” Yoochun continues, “because I get amazing blowjobs every morning. But I like doing it to him.”
Changmin wrinkles his nose. “Never coming to wake you guys up anymore.”
“I have a plan,” Jaejoong says, complete with twinkly eyes. Yoochun is slightly scared.
“Go on,” he says anyway. He can always blame the eldest if something goes wrong. “Enlighten me.”
Jaejoong leans forward and whispers into his ear conspiratorially. “Well…”
-
Yoochun can’t contain his nervous excitement as he bops about on stage. Jaejoong’s plan had not been as epic or dangerous as Yoochun had expected, but it could still end up with Yoochun getting a fist to the face. Maybe.
He sings and dances around, grinning whenever he and Junsu make eye contact, making sure to flirt with each member accordingly. He makes sure to meow extra loud at Changmin’s part, just because he knows how much it annoys the youngest.
And then it’s time for the Big Moment. Hug is always YooSu’s song and everyone knows it. Yoochun has to resist the magnetic pull towards Junsu’s smile as their little part approaches - the aim of the plan is to take Junsu by surprise.
When it’s Yoochun’s turn to sing, he stays put. He sings in Junsu’s direction, but he doesn’t make a move forward. Junsu’s falter is only minor - a hand coming up to touch at his throat in embarrassment. He turns and sings to the crowd.
Yoochun swallows hard. It’s do or die and he has to make a decision fast. Oh fuck it, he thinks, and moves quickly.
Junsu smiles as Yoochun touches his arm. Keeps smiling and singing as Yoochun runs his hand down Junsu’s body until his face is level with Junsu’s crotch. Yoochun expects this because Junsu is nothing but professional.
What he doesn’t expect, though, is Junsu’s hand petting his hair, curving round to his cheek. It’s ridiculously affectionate and automatic and Yoochun doesn’t even want to imagine what they look like. He glances up as he stands straight and nearly giggles - Junsu doesn’t even seem to realise what he’s done, smiling and singing back at the audience again.
Yoochun grins to himself and turns away to focus on the song. He makes a mental note to buy Jaejoong a drink later.
-
After the concert they slump down into little plastic chairs in the dressing room backstage. Yoochun breathes heavily and reaches out for a bottle of water. Junsu bounces excitedly in his seat and Yoochun feels tired just watching him.
“Wanna watch the playback?” their manager asks. He puts it on before any of them respond and leaves to call his wife.
Yoochun watches their performances with trepidation. There’s a definite nervous excitement in his belly again as he waits for Hug to come on screen. When it finally does, he looks around the room - it’s safe so far; everyone is watching with fond expressions and the occasional exclamation of, “oh, so cute!”
And then Yoochun slides down Junsu’s body.
“Um,” Yunho says. “I’m going out to… pee. Who wants to join me?”
Jaejoong thumps him on the arm. “Smooth operator, aren’t you? Come on, Changmin.”
They leave. Yoochun turns to see Junsu watching the screen with his mouth open. Appropriate, Yoochun’s mind snickers at him.
“Um, babe?” Yoochun prompts gently.
Junsu shoots him a sidelong glare. “What was that all about?” Yoochun steels himself.
“I’ve done that to you before,” he protests. “You’re the one who made it look… like that.”
Junsu stands up angrily and puts his hands on his hips. Yoochun nearly dies from how cute it is - he just wants kiss Junsu’s pout away. He refrains though, as he probably will get a fist to the face. Or somewhere more vital.
“Yes,” Junsu hisses, “but last time you weren’t giving me blowjobs every night.”
“I’m not giving you blowjobs every night now!” Yoochun blurts. He freezes. Way to ruin the plan, Micky.
But to Yoochun’s surprise, Junsu sighs in defeat and sits down again. “I know,” he says softly, not looking at Yoochun. “That’s probably why I reacted like that. I miss it.”
Yoochun’s mind reels, more from Junsu’s lack of bitchface than anything else. “What?”
“You haven’t blown me for ages.” Junsu glances up and smiles weakly. “I miss it.”
Yoochun frowns and shakes his head. He stands up and strides across the small space between them before plopping down in Junsu’s lap. Junsu’s arms wrap around his waist automatically and Yoochun runs his fingers through Junsu’s damp, messy hair. “I stopped because I thought you thought I wasn’t good enough anymore.”
Junsu blinks. “What?”
“You kept telling me what to do! I thought you didn’t like it anymore.”
“You’re stupid,” Junsu says, wide-eyed.
Yoochun pouts. “Says he with the IQ of 100.”
Junsu ignores him. “You’re stupid,” he repeats, lifting a hand to run his thumb along Yoochun’s lower lip. “Who wouldn’t want this mouth on them.”
This time, Yoochun laughs. “You need to stop taking notes from my Book of Greasiness.”
Junsu smiles winningly. “I can’t believe we’re getting emo over blowjobs. We suck.”
Yoochun snorts loudly. “I promise to suck more in the future.” He glances back at the television. “You know, I only did that so you wouldn’t be a liar.”
Junsu’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. “What? I swear you talk crap sometimes.”
Yoochun’s mouth curves into an evil grin. He leans in and whispers into Junsu’s ear. When he pulls back, he chuckles at the shocked expression on Junsu’s face.
“What!” Junsu yells. “I’ve been singing that?”
Yoochun shrugs and nods. “I didn’t want to say anything in case you got all defensive about your English again.”
Junsu scowls and pushes Yoochun off. “If you don’t blow me right this second, I’m leaving your ass.”
Yoochun’s grin widens. “Yessir.”
When Junsu comes in less than two minutes, with absolutely no backseat driving, Yoochun wipes his lips and thinks that maybe his padawan still has a lot to learn.
Junsu/Yoochun
PG-13 - humour/fluff/copious references to blowjobs? 8D
~2600w
For xiahki♥ & for applepieprinces who thought I had died/been eaten by giraffes. XD;
Based on this little moment. :3
Yoochun pretends to be asleep as Junsu starts to stir next to him. He closes his eyes as Junsu’s fingers flex against his chest in a waking stretch. Junsu sighs heavily against Yoochun’s shoulders as the stretch retracts into a satisfied slump against Yoochun’s body.
“I know you’re awake,” he mumbles, hoarse and amused. “You’re a crap actor.”
Yoochun opens one eye and then the other in defeat when he sees Junsu smiling up at him, all ruffled and sleepy and gorgeous. “I’m better than you,” he retorts even as he plays with the fingers resting against his nipple.
Junsu’s smile just widens and he lifts his face for a morning kiss. Yoochun stops playing with Junsu’s fingers and runs his own along Junsu’s arm, up to his shoulder, throat. Gently cupping Junsu’s nape, Yoochun pulls him in for a soft, closed-mouth kiss.
When they part, Junsu’s eyes flutter open and oh, yes, Yoochun knows that look well. It makes something spark in his belly.
“I know what I am better at,” Junsu says, sliding one hand down Yoochun’s body and between his thighs.
Yoochun does his best not to shudder and sigh. “I’ve taught you too much,” he mourns. “My rule as Darth is in jeopardy, Obi-Wan.”
Junsu laughs loudly and squeezes gently with his hand. “Battle of the light sabers?”
Yoochun groans at the bad pun. Then Junsu slides down Yoochun’s body under the covers and he groans for an entirely different reason. He lets Junsu’s mouth do the work, slow and messy first thing in the morning. It’s Yoochun’s favourite time to have sex, when he’s sharp from waking early. When just-woken Junsu is unguarded and affectionate and eager to please. He lifts the covers and instantly regrets looking - Junsu makes perfect eye contact and sucks slow and fierce. This time, Yoochun allows himself to shudder and sigh as he comes in Junsu’s mouth, back arching and straining not to push up too hard with his hips.
When Junsu finishes, Yoochun feels him lick his lips against Yoochun’s skin. He shakes from the intensity and lets out a tiny moan. There’s a muffled giggle from under the covers as Junsu wriggles back up, taking care to avoid touching anything still-sensitive.
Yoochun pushes the top of the comforter back as Junsu’s head pops out. “Okay,” he says in response to Junsu’s mega-watt grin, “you proved your point.”
Junsu merely tilts his head angelically and settles down next to Yoochun. “I would never tell lies,” he says airily. Yoochun laughs and rolls on top of him, initiating a proper kiss before Junsu can get another word in edgeways. Yoochun kisses Junsu like he’s drowning; deep and wet and desperate. Junsu responds just as eagerly, his legs sliding against Yoochun’s and his hands clutching Yoochun’s shoulders.
When Yoochun comes up for air, Junsu blinks prettily, completely kiss-dazed. “Why do you always do that?” he asks absently, drawing patterns on Yoochun’s back with his fingers.
Yoochun is distracted by Junsu’s blushing lips. “Hmm?”
“In the mornings. You only kiss me properly after I’ve done that.”
Shrugging, Yoochun smiles and kisses Junsu’s nose. “I like tasting myself on you. And your morning breath sucks.”
Junsu’s expression is torn between rage and amusement. Yoochun takes it as a cue to roll away quickly before any lasting damage can be implemented. He escapes with only a sharp slap to his ass - not really a punishment Yoochun minds, if he’s honest - until Junsu decides to tickle him.
“Stop, stop!” Yoochun gasps, trying to get away. Kinda hard when Junsu’s sitting on his stomach though. “I’m sorry! Your breath is sweet like roses. Always!”
Junsu laughs at him and digs his fingers deeper into Yoochun’s sides. “Liar! I already said you’re a crap actor.”
Yoochun flips about pathetically until Junsu pins his arms to the pillows and brings their mouths together. Yoochun swallows the sound of Junsu’s laughter and then as their lips touch, silence. Junsu pulls back and whispers, “I could show you what else I’ve learnt from you,” which only serves to make Yoochun laugh again.
A short knock on the door is the only warning they get before Jaejoong’s head pops in. “Shut up, you randy teenagers. We’re leaving in half an hour.” He winks at them and smiles winningly before closing the door again.
Yoochun pouts and Junsu flops down on his chest heavily. “He’s just bitchy because I kicked him out of your bedroom again,” Junsu sighs. “I’ll have to buy him something shiny.”
Yoochun exaggerates his pout even further and begins shoving Junsu out of the bed. “Come on, we better get going.”
Junsu sighs, long-suffering. “Yet another cold shower for poor Xiah Junsu.”
“Get a move on and I’ll warm you up,” Yoochun teases, already hustling Junsu out of the door. He takes no notice of the fact they’re both still naked.
Junsu saunters towards the bathroom shamelessly. “In fifteen minutes?” he says sceptically.
Yoochun pinches his ass for that. “You underestimate me, Jedi. The force is strong with this one.”
“I’d rather the force was strong in me,” Junsu mutters, peeking into the bathroom to check that it’s free.
Yoochun pushes him in and shuts the door quickly. They’re only ten minutes behind schedule that morning.
-
Yoochun leans against the studio wall and breathes hard through his nose. It feels like his lungs are about to collapse. It also doesn’t help that Junsu decided to take his shirt off halfway through rehearsal. Yoochun can’t stop staring at the gentle slope of his shoulders.
“At least pretend you’re not making cow eyes at him,” Jaejoong mock-scorns, nearly slamming himself against the wall next to Yoochun. “You’re making me feel sick.”
Yoochun flicks Jaejoong’s ear. “Shut up. I was trying to learn the dance.”
“Oh really?” Jaejoong raises a sceptical eyebrow. “Is Junsu’s ass the choreographer now?”
“Oh, snap!” Changmin says in passing, pausing to high-five Jaejoong. Then one-touch him in the stomach.
Yoochun laughs as Jaejoong wheezes next to him. “Serves you right.”
“Whatever,” Jaejoong says, scowling. “I hope my rock-hard abs broke his fist.”
Junsu and Yunho clap in other on the back. Yoochun watches their faces reflected in the mirror and smiles. At least two of them aren’t tripping over the new dance steps. Junsu winks at Yoochun in the mirror and sets himself back up to learn the last part of the dance.
“You know that you go down on me,” he mimes along with the music, a half-frown marring his features.
Changmin sniggers loudly next to Yoochun. “Does he even know what that means?”
“No,” Yoochun sighs. “He doesn’t. I haven’t explained ‘going down’ to him yet.”
“But you’ve shown him, right?” Jaejoong questions. He punctuates his words with a lewd hand gesture and pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Yoochun flicks his ear again.
“Of course I have,” he says haughtily. “But he seems to have monopolised that one particular act.”
“Well,” Changmin says, matter-of-factly, “he does have the lips for it.”
Yoochun frowns. “Stop, before I hit you.”
“You know that you go down on me,” Junsu sings loudly, trying his best to show his ‘charisma’ in the mirror. Yoochun will never tell him it’s cuter than his actual aegyo poses.
“Liar,” he mutters. “Such a liar.”
Changmin sighs and shares a knowing glance with Jaejoong. “What happened, Yoochun? We’ve got five minutes wherein you can spill your girly little heart out. Starting now.”
Yoochun decides to ignore the girly comment. “Well, it started a few weeks ago…”
-
Yoochun grins as he pulls Junsu’s pants down, pleased to see that Junsu is already more than a little excited. He holds the shaft firmly and places a gentle, wet kiss on the head. Junsu’s hips push up a bit.
“Patience,” Yoochun chides while mouthing the soft skin of Junsu’s thighs.
Junsu grunts in response. “Yoochun, please.”
Yoochun takes pity on him, licking his lips before going to work. Junsu hums and sighs appreciatively. Yoochun utilises every trick in his book, every little thing he knows drives Junsu crazy. It seems to be working.
Until Junsu slides his fingers into Yoochun’s hair and curls them around the base of his skull. Yoochun is confused for a moment, until he realises that he’s being guided. In his slight shock and indignation, Yoochun lets Junsu guide the pace and depth, nearly choking when Junsu pushes his head a little too far down.
“Use your tongue,” Junsu gasps. He rolls his hips and moans. “More suction.”
That’s it. Yoochun pulls Junsu’s hand away and twists his mouth off of him. “What the heck?” he croaks, feeling more than a little put out. “Is my technique no longer good enough?”
Junsu pouts at the loss of wet warmth and looks down at him. “I was just thinking about how I would do it.”
“How you would do it?” Yoochun says incredulously. “I believe I taught you everything you know.”
“Well obviously my skills have evolved,” Junsu huffs. He crosses his arms over his chest. “I just thought you could use some pointers.”
There is a very tense silence. Yoochun and Junsu have a mini glaring contest. Then Yoochun slides his mouth back over Junsu and does something to his ass that shuts him right up.
-
“…so you see, he thinks he’s the master of fellatio now.” Yoochun finishes the story and scuffs his shoe against the shiny wooden floor. “I haven’t been down on him since.”
Jaejoong stifles a giggle and pats Yoochun on the arm consolingly. “Your poor, wounded ego.”
“I mean, it’s fine,” Yoochun continues, “because I get amazing blowjobs every morning. But I like doing it to him.”
Changmin wrinkles his nose. “Never coming to wake you guys up anymore.”
“I have a plan,” Jaejoong says, complete with twinkly eyes. Yoochun is slightly scared.
“Go on,” he says anyway. He can always blame the eldest if something goes wrong. “Enlighten me.”
Jaejoong leans forward and whispers into his ear conspiratorially. “Well…”
-
Yoochun can’t contain his nervous excitement as he bops about on stage. Jaejoong’s plan had not been as epic or dangerous as Yoochun had expected, but it could still end up with Yoochun getting a fist to the face. Maybe.
He sings and dances around, grinning whenever he and Junsu make eye contact, making sure to flirt with each member accordingly. He makes sure to meow extra loud at Changmin’s part, just because he knows how much it annoys the youngest.
And then it’s time for the Big Moment. Hug is always YooSu’s song and everyone knows it. Yoochun has to resist the magnetic pull towards Junsu’s smile as their little part approaches - the aim of the plan is to take Junsu by surprise.
When it’s Yoochun’s turn to sing, he stays put. He sings in Junsu’s direction, but he doesn’t make a move forward. Junsu’s falter is only minor - a hand coming up to touch at his throat in embarrassment. He turns and sings to the crowd.
Yoochun swallows hard. It’s do or die and he has to make a decision fast. Oh fuck it, he thinks, and moves quickly.
Junsu smiles as Yoochun touches his arm. Keeps smiling and singing as Yoochun runs his hand down Junsu’s body until his face is level with Junsu’s crotch. Yoochun expects this because Junsu is nothing but professional.
What he doesn’t expect, though, is Junsu’s hand petting his hair, curving round to his cheek. It’s ridiculously affectionate and automatic and Yoochun doesn’t even want to imagine what they look like. He glances up as he stands straight and nearly giggles - Junsu doesn’t even seem to realise what he’s done, smiling and singing back at the audience again.
Yoochun grins to himself and turns away to focus on the song. He makes a mental note to buy Jaejoong a drink later.
-
After the concert they slump down into little plastic chairs in the dressing room backstage. Yoochun breathes heavily and reaches out for a bottle of water. Junsu bounces excitedly in his seat and Yoochun feels tired just watching him.
“Wanna watch the playback?” their manager asks. He puts it on before any of them respond and leaves to call his wife.
Yoochun watches their performances with trepidation. There’s a definite nervous excitement in his belly again as he waits for Hug to come on screen. When it finally does, he looks around the room - it’s safe so far; everyone is watching with fond expressions and the occasional exclamation of, “oh, so cute!”
And then Yoochun slides down Junsu’s body.
“Um,” Yunho says. “I’m going out to… pee. Who wants to join me?”
Jaejoong thumps him on the arm. “Smooth operator, aren’t you? Come on, Changmin.”
They leave. Yoochun turns to see Junsu watching the screen with his mouth open. Appropriate, Yoochun’s mind snickers at him.
“Um, babe?” Yoochun prompts gently.
Junsu shoots him a sidelong glare. “What was that all about?” Yoochun steels himself.
“I’ve done that to you before,” he protests. “You’re the one who made it look… like that.”
Junsu stands up angrily and puts his hands on his hips. Yoochun nearly dies from how cute it is - he just wants kiss Junsu’s pout away. He refrains though, as he probably will get a fist to the face. Or somewhere more vital.
“Yes,” Junsu hisses, “but last time you weren’t giving me blowjobs every night.”
“I’m not giving you blowjobs every night now!” Yoochun blurts. He freezes. Way to ruin the plan, Micky.
But to Yoochun’s surprise, Junsu sighs in defeat and sits down again. “I know,” he says softly, not looking at Yoochun. “That’s probably why I reacted like that. I miss it.”
Yoochun’s mind reels, more from Junsu’s lack of bitchface than anything else. “What?”
“You haven’t blown me for ages.” Junsu glances up and smiles weakly. “I miss it.”
Yoochun frowns and shakes his head. He stands up and strides across the small space between them before plopping down in Junsu’s lap. Junsu’s arms wrap around his waist automatically and Yoochun runs his fingers through Junsu’s damp, messy hair. “I stopped because I thought you thought I wasn’t good enough anymore.”
Junsu blinks. “What?”
“You kept telling me what to do! I thought you didn’t like it anymore.”
“You’re stupid,” Junsu says, wide-eyed.
Yoochun pouts. “Says he with the IQ of 100.”
Junsu ignores him. “You’re stupid,” he repeats, lifting a hand to run his thumb along Yoochun’s lower lip. “Who wouldn’t want this mouth on them.”
This time, Yoochun laughs. “You need to stop taking notes from my Book of Greasiness.”
Junsu smiles winningly. “I can’t believe we’re getting emo over blowjobs. We suck.”
Yoochun snorts loudly. “I promise to suck more in the future.” He glances back at the television. “You know, I only did that so you wouldn’t be a liar.”
Junsu’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. “What? I swear you talk crap sometimes.”
Yoochun’s mouth curves into an evil grin. He leans in and whispers into Junsu’s ear. When he pulls back, he chuckles at the shocked expression on Junsu’s face.
“What!” Junsu yells. “I’ve been singing that?”
Yoochun shrugs and nods. “I didn’t want to say anything in case you got all defensive about your English again.”
Junsu scowls and pushes Yoochun off. “If you don’t blow me right this second, I’m leaving your ass.”
Yoochun’s grin widens. “Yessir.”
When Junsu comes in less than two minutes, with absolutely no backseat driving, Yoochun wipes his lips and thinks that maybe his padawan still has a lot to learn.