[FIC] when we were young and stupid
when we were young and stupid
Jaejoong/Junsu
~1400w approx.
R!
JaeSu reminisce about youth, double chins and porno.
So I said I didn't have time to write until June. Then I was bullied into writing this, and told that I couldn't go back to YooSu until I wrote it. I just hope it doesn't fail♥
Jaejoong finds the disc in a shoebox amidst hundreds and hundreds of home videos. They’re labelled with titles such as: ‘Changmin’s First Drink’, ‘Yoochun versus Natto’ and ‘The Time We Painted Yunho’s Toenails While He Was Sleeping’. The disc is in a tiny plastic sleeve with even tinier labelling: ‘when we were young and stupid (and in love)’.
Jaejoong digs around in boxes for hours until he finds the old camera. It’s big and bulky and wouldn’t fit in any of his Louis Vuitton, but Jaejoong likes to store his memories until they’re dusty and outdated.
Everything is pushed aside as Jaejoong falls back on his bed with the camera, the charger cable a health-hazard across the floor, but Jaejoong doesn’t care as he slips the disc in and watches his younger self come to life.
”A camera?” Junsu says sceptically. “Were you born with one attached to your hand?”
“Ha ha,” Jaejoong deadpans, catching the corner of Junsu’s responding laugh with the viewfinder. “C’mere and stop wiggling about.”
Junsu shuffles over and grins up at the lens. “You have a double chin when you’re horizontal,” he observes cheekily.
The camcorder shakes as Jaejoong tickles Junsu’s belly in mock-indignation. “The camera adds ten pounds! It’s not my fault.”
Junsu presses his face into Jaejoong’s shoulder, breathless with laughter. “Whatever you say.” His smile is just visible against Jaejoong’s shirt and the screen zooms in to focus on the freckle above Junsu’s mouth.
Jaejoong bites back a smile of his own as the camera zooms out and they kiss. He startles as someone knocks on the door in real time. The picture is paused and Jaejoong calls out, “Come in.”
Junsu peeks around the door and raises his eyebrows in question. “You’re not packing.”
“I was,” Jaejoong says with a shrug. “I got distracted.”
Junsu closes the door and pads over to the bed, weaving a crazy path between boxes. He flops down next to Jaejoong and peers at the camera. “What are you-Oh my god, you’re watching our porn.”
Jaejoong snorts with laughter. “It’s not porn!”
Junsu eyes him disbelievingly. “Whatever, you big exhibitionist. Any excuse to get it out.”
“You weren’t complaining at the time,” Jaejoong replies dryly. “And anyway we stopped filming so technically it’s not porn. It’s just a few minutes of you laughing every time I try to be seductive.”
Junsu laughs. “Shut up and press play. I want to see your double chin.”
“Hey!” Jaejoong slaps Junsu’s arm but presses play anyway.
The camera wavers as Jaejoong closes his eyes into the kiss. Junsu rests his fingers against Jaejoong’s cheekbones, deepening the kiss until laughter spills into Jaejoong’s open mouth.
“Stop laughing!” Jaejoong protests as he pulls away. “You always laugh when I kiss you. Stop it.”
Junsu gives his best impression of a wide-eyed pout. “I can’t help it. When you kiss me, I’m happy. When I’m happy, I laugh.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes. “Liar. You’re just weird.”
“But you keep kissing me anyway.”
Jaejoong glances across at Junsu and grins; Junsu has a hand pressed to his cheek and his forehead is creased with embarrassment. “That was cheesy. Even by Yoochun’s standards.”
“Shut up,” Junsu mumbles. “I was just being honest.”
Jaejoong leans over and kisses Junsu’s throat. “I know, giggle-kisser. That’s your biggest crime in life.”
Junsu puffs out his chest and kicks Jaejoong in the shin. “I’m a B-type bad boy.”
Jaejoong coughs to cover up his amusement. Onscreen, their younger selves kiss and laugh and bicker. Jaejoong watches as he bites gently on Junsu’s lip.
“Why did I ever let you do that to me?” Junsu says mournfully, eyes glued on the camera. “So young and-“ he stops as the Junsu onscreen lets out a tiny moan.
“That’s what I thought,” Jaejoong teases. “Not complaining at all.”
Jaejoong hooks his leg around Junsu’s thigh, dragging him closer and drawing out another moan. Junsu’s fingers clench in the front of Jaejoong’s shirt.
Jaejoong pulls back to whine, “My arm hurts.”
Junsu licks his lips, pink with kisses. “Put the stupid thing down then,” he says, voice husky as he slips a hand under Jaejoong’s shirt.
The camera wobbles dangerously in Jaejoong’s hold. “Don’t want to,” he says childishly.
Junsu’s eyes narrow and turn dark with heat. “What do you want?” He doesn’t wait for Jaejoong’s answer. Instead he presses Jaejoong down and slides on top of him. Jaejoong’s arm is knocked flat, the camera limp in his hand and now showing a sideways view of the length of their bodies.
“Junsu,” Jaejoong breathes, arching as Junsu’s hand trails down his chest and into his pants.
Junsu whispers something, barely audible, and leans down to kiss Jaejoong out of shot. Jaejoong’s fingers fumble with the camera, dropping it down and reaching for the off button.
Jaejoong stares at the screen. “I swear I turned it off,” he says quietly.
“Right,” Junsu says, totally unconvinced as the camera zooms in on their bodies. “I don’t think zoom is anywhere near off.”
Jaejoong squints at the picture. The zoom caught the stomachs, pressing together and pulling away as clothes were removed. “You can’t really see anything.”
“I’m in a porno,” Junsu says moodily. “And you didn’t even tell me. I was joking when I said it was porn before. But here it is, legit porn.”
Jaejoong edges closer and rubs his cheek against Junsu’s. “I’m sorry?” He ends up with a hand squashing his face as Junsu pushes him away. “Hey!”
Jaejoong’s breath hitches with each press of skin against skin. He parts his thighs and groans at the first slide of Junsu’s body against his own. He can feel Junsu hard and slick against his belly. Junsu cards his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair, pulling him up slightly to lick at his gasping mouth and drag him into a kiss.
Their bodies push and pull. Fingertips skim across arms and chests and thighs, reading each inch of skin like Braille. They kiss and touch and slide against each other slow and desperate until Jaejoong can’t breathe or think and clings to every sound that Junsu makes.
Jaejoong feels his face heat up at the sight of sweat-slicked skin and the sounds their bodies make. He can barely see anything on the screen, just the movement of their hips and the way Junsu’s stomach contracts with every moan.
Junsu is fidgeting uncomfortably beside him. “It’s just like watching porn,” he says quietly.
Jaejoong kisses Junsu’s hair guiltily. “It’s not porn because I loved you.”
Junsu bats him away with a laugh. “What kind of reasoning is that? Get away, you old perv.”
“I’m not old!” Jaejoong protests noisily.
Junsu grins. “But you are a perv?” Onscreen, they shudder and sigh and curl up together like kittens.
“I really didn’t know,” Jaejoong says. “I’d never have-“ he trails off as the Jaejoong onscreen picks up the camera and winks into the lens before focusing on a sleeping Junsu, lips parted in satisfaction. “-I, er.”
Junsu just laughs and shuts the camera down. “You’re horrible.”
Jaejoong’s teeth worry at his bottom lip briefly. “I just wanted the memory. I like knowing the parts of you that no-one else sees.”
“I know,” Junsu says, a gentle smile curving his mouth. He leans in to kiss Jaejoong’s lips. “But we need to pack these memories away and move out.”
“You make it sound so sad,” Jaejoong sighs.
Junsu rolls his eyes and waves the camera. “We still have this, right? We’ll make new ones. Memories, I mean. Not pornos.”
Jaejoong laughs and laughs and kisses Junsu and laughs some more.
”What are you doing?” Jaejoong says wearily, watching Junsu walk towards him with the camera. “We’re supposed to be moving.”
“Shh,” Junsu hushes. “We’re going to call this one: ‘The Time Jaejoong Was Nice To Junsu After Making Him Into A Pornstar’.”
Jaejoong picks up the box of home videos and pokes his tongue out at Junsu. “How about we call it ‘Junsu Being Lazy - Part Five Million’.”
“Whatever,” Junsu retorts, smiling. He holds the camera away and cups the back of Jaejoong’s neck, fingers stroking his nape. Jaejoong tilts his face and smiles into Junsu’s soft, open-mouthed kiss, a box of old memories between them and new ones in their hands.
Jaejoong/Junsu
~1400w approx.
R!
JaeSu reminisce about youth, double chins and porno.
So I said I didn't have time to write until June. Then I was bullied into writing this, and told that I couldn't go back to YooSu until I wrote it. I just hope it doesn't fail♥
Jaejoong finds the disc in a shoebox amidst hundreds and hundreds of home videos. They’re labelled with titles such as: ‘Changmin’s First Drink’, ‘Yoochun versus Natto’ and ‘The Time We Painted Yunho’s Toenails While He Was Sleeping’. The disc is in a tiny plastic sleeve with even tinier labelling: ‘when we were young and stupid (and in love)’.
Jaejoong digs around in boxes for hours until he finds the old camera. It’s big and bulky and wouldn’t fit in any of his Louis Vuitton, but Jaejoong likes to store his memories until they’re dusty and outdated.
Everything is pushed aside as Jaejoong falls back on his bed with the camera, the charger cable a health-hazard across the floor, but Jaejoong doesn’t care as he slips the disc in and watches his younger self come to life.
”A camera?” Junsu says sceptically. “Were you born with one attached to your hand?”
“Ha ha,” Jaejoong deadpans, catching the corner of Junsu’s responding laugh with the viewfinder. “C’mere and stop wiggling about.”
Junsu shuffles over and grins up at the lens. “You have a double chin when you’re horizontal,” he observes cheekily.
The camcorder shakes as Jaejoong tickles Junsu’s belly in mock-indignation. “The camera adds ten pounds! It’s not my fault.”
Junsu presses his face into Jaejoong’s shoulder, breathless with laughter. “Whatever you say.” His smile is just visible against Jaejoong’s shirt and the screen zooms in to focus on the freckle above Junsu’s mouth.
Jaejoong bites back a smile of his own as the camera zooms out and they kiss. He startles as someone knocks on the door in real time. The picture is paused and Jaejoong calls out, “Come in.”
Junsu peeks around the door and raises his eyebrows in question. “You’re not packing.”
“I was,” Jaejoong says with a shrug. “I got distracted.”
Junsu closes the door and pads over to the bed, weaving a crazy path between boxes. He flops down next to Jaejoong and peers at the camera. “What are you-Oh my god, you’re watching our porn.”
Jaejoong snorts with laughter. “It’s not porn!”
Junsu eyes him disbelievingly. “Whatever, you big exhibitionist. Any excuse to get it out.”
“You weren’t complaining at the time,” Jaejoong replies dryly. “And anyway we stopped filming so technically it’s not porn. It’s just a few minutes of you laughing every time I try to be seductive.”
Junsu laughs. “Shut up and press play. I want to see your double chin.”
“Hey!” Jaejoong slaps Junsu’s arm but presses play anyway.
The camera wavers as Jaejoong closes his eyes into the kiss. Junsu rests his fingers against Jaejoong’s cheekbones, deepening the kiss until laughter spills into Jaejoong’s open mouth.
“Stop laughing!” Jaejoong protests as he pulls away. “You always laugh when I kiss you. Stop it.”
Junsu gives his best impression of a wide-eyed pout. “I can’t help it. When you kiss me, I’m happy. When I’m happy, I laugh.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes. “Liar. You’re just weird.”
“But you keep kissing me anyway.”
Jaejoong glances across at Junsu and grins; Junsu has a hand pressed to his cheek and his forehead is creased with embarrassment. “That was cheesy. Even by Yoochun’s standards.”
“Shut up,” Junsu mumbles. “I was just being honest.”
Jaejoong leans over and kisses Junsu’s throat. “I know, giggle-kisser. That’s your biggest crime in life.”
Junsu puffs out his chest and kicks Jaejoong in the shin. “I’m a B-type bad boy.”
Jaejoong coughs to cover up his amusement. Onscreen, their younger selves kiss and laugh and bicker. Jaejoong watches as he bites gently on Junsu’s lip.
“Why did I ever let you do that to me?” Junsu says mournfully, eyes glued on the camera. “So young and-“ he stops as the Junsu onscreen lets out a tiny moan.
“That’s what I thought,” Jaejoong teases. “Not complaining at all.”
Jaejoong hooks his leg around Junsu’s thigh, dragging him closer and drawing out another moan. Junsu’s fingers clench in the front of Jaejoong’s shirt.
Jaejoong pulls back to whine, “My arm hurts.”
Junsu licks his lips, pink with kisses. “Put the stupid thing down then,” he says, voice husky as he slips a hand under Jaejoong’s shirt.
The camera wobbles dangerously in Jaejoong’s hold. “Don’t want to,” he says childishly.
Junsu’s eyes narrow and turn dark with heat. “What do you want?” He doesn’t wait for Jaejoong’s answer. Instead he presses Jaejoong down and slides on top of him. Jaejoong’s arm is knocked flat, the camera limp in his hand and now showing a sideways view of the length of their bodies.
“Junsu,” Jaejoong breathes, arching as Junsu’s hand trails down his chest and into his pants.
Junsu whispers something, barely audible, and leans down to kiss Jaejoong out of shot. Jaejoong’s fingers fumble with the camera, dropping it down and reaching for the off button.
Jaejoong stares at the screen. “I swear I turned it off,” he says quietly.
“Right,” Junsu says, totally unconvinced as the camera zooms in on their bodies. “I don’t think zoom is anywhere near off.”
Jaejoong squints at the picture. The zoom caught the stomachs, pressing together and pulling away as clothes were removed. “You can’t really see anything.”
“I’m in a porno,” Junsu says moodily. “And you didn’t even tell me. I was joking when I said it was porn before. But here it is, legit porn.”
Jaejoong edges closer and rubs his cheek against Junsu’s. “I’m sorry?” He ends up with a hand squashing his face as Junsu pushes him away. “Hey!”
Jaejoong’s breath hitches with each press of skin against skin. He parts his thighs and groans at the first slide of Junsu’s body against his own. He can feel Junsu hard and slick against his belly. Junsu cards his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair, pulling him up slightly to lick at his gasping mouth and drag him into a kiss.
Their bodies push and pull. Fingertips skim across arms and chests and thighs, reading each inch of skin like Braille. They kiss and touch and slide against each other slow and desperate until Jaejoong can’t breathe or think and clings to every sound that Junsu makes.
Jaejoong feels his face heat up at the sight of sweat-slicked skin and the sounds their bodies make. He can barely see anything on the screen, just the movement of their hips and the way Junsu’s stomach contracts with every moan.
Junsu is fidgeting uncomfortably beside him. “It’s just like watching porn,” he says quietly.
Jaejoong kisses Junsu’s hair guiltily. “It’s not porn because I loved you.”
Junsu bats him away with a laugh. “What kind of reasoning is that? Get away, you old perv.”
“I’m not old!” Jaejoong protests noisily.
Junsu grins. “But you are a perv?” Onscreen, they shudder and sigh and curl up together like kittens.
“I really didn’t know,” Jaejoong says. “I’d never have-“ he trails off as the Jaejoong onscreen picks up the camera and winks into the lens before focusing on a sleeping Junsu, lips parted in satisfaction. “-I, er.”
Junsu just laughs and shuts the camera down. “You’re horrible.”
Jaejoong’s teeth worry at his bottom lip briefly. “I just wanted the memory. I like knowing the parts of you that no-one else sees.”
“I know,” Junsu says, a gentle smile curving his mouth. He leans in to kiss Jaejoong’s lips. “But we need to pack these memories away and move out.”
“You make it sound so sad,” Jaejoong sighs.
Junsu rolls his eyes and waves the camera. “We still have this, right? We’ll make new ones. Memories, I mean. Not pornos.”
Jaejoong laughs and laughs and kisses Junsu and laughs some more.
”What are you doing?” Jaejoong says wearily, watching Junsu walk towards him with the camera. “We’re supposed to be moving.”
“Shh,” Junsu hushes. “We’re going to call this one: ‘The Time Jaejoong Was Nice To Junsu After Making Him Into A Pornstar’.”
Jaejoong picks up the box of home videos and pokes his tongue out at Junsu. “How about we call it ‘Junsu Being Lazy - Part Five Million’.”
“Whatever,” Junsu retorts, smiling. He holds the camera away and cups the back of Jaejoong’s neck, fingers stroking his nape. Jaejoong tilts his face and smiles into Junsu’s soft, open-mouthed kiss, a box of old memories between them and new ones in their hands.