Distance (Won't) Keep Us Apart
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Smut
Summary: Long distance relationships are hard, Changmin learns, as all he wants is to be with his love Yoochun
my love response to gompi
Changmin thinks he’s been gone too long, scratch that: he knows he’s been gone too long. It’s two months into his three month stint out of the country and he feels like he’s going to go crazy if he hadn’t already. He reasons he does this to broaden his horizons, gain new experiences and of course the get that fat pay check but this was agony. Looking over at the picture of his boyfriend on his desk he scratches his head in frus printed tration, he missed him, he can’t fucking live without him.
He stares at the screen, documents blaring at him but all he wanted to do was call his boyfriend across the globe but looking at the time he knew it was an ungodly hour. But he’s desperate and desperation leads to impulsivity and rash decisions regardless of the consequence so he clicks that video call button anyway. It rings endlessly and waiting has never been his strong suit; he bangs his head against the desk. He redials over and over again and on the sixth try he hears that sound he’s been longing for. He thinks he could cry.
“Babe, turn on your camera, please. I really wanna see you.” Anticipation lacing his voice. Two months of not being with Yoochun was practically a death sentence. Two months of not holding him in his arms was worse than that.
He hears movement from the other line, shuffling around but the video is still dead, “Ah, shit. Yoohwan used this thing the other day and broke my camera. Sorry about that, my voice will have to do.” Yoochun’s voice is still heavily laced with sleep and he could only imagine what he looked like with his hair sticking out, face marred with pillow lines from where he laid down, sleepy eyes looking at him.
“I miss you” He simply utters, Changmin doesn’t even try to hide the disappointment he feels, the weariness of not being with the one you love. To have him in your arms, he should have been there with him now sleeping beside him in their room.
“I miss you, too. Terribly.” He hears the voice on the other side say, he also hears the unsaid come back home he knows his lover won’t say out loud. A pause and static is all is heard after that and he sighs into the call just listening to Yoochun’s quiet hum. The other falls back asleep rather quickly and Changmin can’t blame him but he can’t find it in himself to close the conversation as he hears Yoochun’s quiet snores across the screen.
***
Stepping into Incheon Airport almost feels too good to be true but he’s been waiting for this for so long. A three day weekend from work and he doesn’t hesitate to book the first ticket right after office hours. It wouldn’t matter if he practically spent the three days jet lagged as long as he was with Yoochun, to have the man beside him and breathing into him.
He snaps out of his thoughts when a weight falls on him and topples him over, his surprise quickly replaced with a giddy voice on his ear, “Minnie-yah, you’re here, you’re here, you’re here!” Yoochun’s voice caressing him, arms around, body moulded to his. He yearned for this for months and he was finally here with his love. His mouth quickly finds the other’s lips, tasting him and drinking him-quenching his thirst. He could have stayed like this forever until another familiar voice chimed in.
“Hold your horses you two, we’re in a very public place!” Jaejoong is standing over them laughing, holding out his hands to the both of them to help them up. He gives him a hug, he missed this friend too and laughs.
The three end up having lunch at their usual place and Changmin thinks the food has never tasted better than it does now. HIs other hand not letting go of Yoochun under the table, knees touching as well. He tells them stories from abroad and the two fill him in with the latest gossip and news. He thinks two and a half months is both not that long and an eternity especially when he looks into Yoochun’s eyes. They part ways hours later, he feels heavy from sleepiness already and wills it away just so he can soak in everything. His fingers still tangled with the other as they both head home.
He immediately slumps in the passenger seat as Yoochun starts the car but doesn’t drive away just yet. “Hmm, what’s the matter?” he can’t control his yawns anymore. “I’m so happy your here.” Yoochun simply states and gives him a chaste kiss on the lips as he fiddles with the car. Changmin doesn’t answer back but pulls Yoochun into him instead, he thinks he has two months worth of kisses to give and get. Just thinking of him going back in two days makes him want to stop time. Makes him want to stay here forever. They’re broken out of their lip lock when car honks at them, startled and just slightly embarrassed to have been caught.
“Later.” Yoochun simply mumbles as he clumsily drives out of the parking lot. Changmin doesn’t even pay attention to the road anymore, simply looking over at Yoochun’s disarray of clothing especially his swollen lips. He thinks he probably looks the same but just licks his lips in anticipation.
**
They take the other entrance to their building, and are not surprised by the lack of cars in the parking area as it was a work day and most were out. Changmin doesn’t stop himself as he presses Yoochun’s back on the wall, greedily kissing him again and again. Aligning their hips and isn’t surprise to find both their cocks half-hard already. He feels Yoochun’s body under his clothes, missing the way it feels under his palms, the curves and dips.
Yoochun’s hands are already under his shirt, grazing his nipples and scratching his chest, he can feel the half-moons already forming. He almost cusses on the fact that Yoochun’s chosen button down shirt but gives up on it-hands concentrating on his jeans instead. Their lips still not getting enough of one another as he works his hands in Yoochun’s pants. He gets it loose enough to slip his palms in, fingers grasping at the hot flesh, the action has his lover moaning loud echoing throughout the empty space.
He tugs at Yoochun’s cock, jerking him off a few times as he crashes his lips again on the other to drown out the moans and grunts. Yoochuns nails digging onto his sides, grip so tight as his hips buck on it’s own, following the rhythm of his hands. “Fuck-Min, we. -the elevator. We should take this up-” he cuts Yoochun off as he feels his balls, fondling them and cussing at the restrain his clothing gives him. Changmin barely registers what he said but manages to push the button with his elbow.
Not letting go, he continues at his ministrations, jerking his boyfriend off by the wall. Yoochun’s panting only encouraging him, making his cock twitch against his boyfriend’s hip as he dry humps him. The sound of the elevator reaching the basement disrupts him for a bit but is he’s quick to manoeuvre the both of them inside.Pushing Yoochun against the corner, lining himself up against his love. Yocohun reaches to close the door as Changmin nips at his neck, hands still warm against throbbing erection.
The door closes just in time as Yoochun braces himself on the railing, anticipation of what’s to happen is enough to make him come. Changmin pushes into him slowly, hoisting a leg over his hips and he grabs onto his shoulder and back for support, it burns so deliciously making his eyes roll back. He’s fully sheathed in to the brim, his warm-hot-scorching walls surround him so intense and Changmin can’t get enough of the feeling. “It’s been too long, fuck- never again.”
He sets a brutal pace not wasting any time, strokes hard and long, searching for that familiar spot that makes Yoochun loose control. He hears Yoochun panting his name in his ears over and over as he continues to move against him. Hands grip his ass, bringing him closer until there’s no space between them, he watches the bliss in Yoochun’s face. The mirrors reflecting his face all over the elevator. The elevator dings again, signalling their floor but damn it to hell if he has to stop. Instead he grabs Yoochun’s cock between them as he thrusts into him, jerking him fast.
Yoochun eyes shoot open, “fuck-just, there-“ and he knows immediately what he finds and slams into him harder, his hand not stopping it’s movement. The elevator door still open, them fucking in plain view but Changmin still doesn’t care not when Yoochun’s walls begin to clench down on him like a vice. His moaning louder and uninhibited, the slide of his cock against Yoochun making him delirious with pleasure. Yoochun comes with a silent scream, cum splattering on his shirt and on the floor as well and that’s enough to send him off as well.
Yoochun holds him as he comes down from the high, chest heaving against one another as pleasure still tingles through his fingertips. “We should go. . .” voice still laced with heat, Yoochun simply strokes his hair. He grumbles his reply, “I think the camera caught it all.” Changmin says as he looks up to point to the red dot. Pleasure ridden stupor still clouding him, Yoochun looks up straight to the camera, “FUCK!!! SHIT WE SHOULDN’T HAVE! I’M GOING TO GET EVICTED.” Yoochun is quick to panic as he pushes Changmin away as the other has a the balls to laugh at the situation.
“Nah, they’ll probably give you free rent this month with the show you gave them. If we do it one more time maybe you can get two months free. . .”
**
Changmin watches Yoochun sleep beside him, and he thinks how much he loved this man, how much his love is still growing and unrelenting. Thinks of the two months of hell without Yoochun and the remaining month he has to endure once he goes back. Those thoughts alone make it hard for him to breathe and panic settles in his stomach.
He nudges Yoochun who barely manages to feel it, moaning in annoyance and swats his hands away. Changmin scoffs but continues to shake his lover awake, “Chunnie-ah!” but is ineffective so he grabs the pillow and playfully hits him strong enough to rouse him up. “The hell, MIN!!! I’m too sore~”
He tackles him down and embraces his body and rearranges them until Yoochun is on his chest, face looking up at him. “What’s the matter?” his fingers idly drawing nonsensical designs on Changmin’s arms as he feels his love’s heartbeat.
“You know, my colleague- Seunghyun just got married. He and his wife got transferred to Barcelona immediately just after their ceremony. She’s over there with him now.”
“Really? That’s so awesome, they get to be together now. Haven’t they been dating for a while?” Yoochun doesn’t really know where the conversation is going but knows Changmin will get to the point either way so he listens.
“Yeah, Seunghyun was so excited he can finally take her with him when he gets assigned to different places. They’ve been doing the long distance thing for almost two years, I honestly don’t know how he managed. You should have seen his phone bill! You could practically pay rent with it.”
Yoochun laughs, “I guess that’s how much we’re going to end up racking in the long run, huh? Maybe I should get a part time job just for our phone bills.” he sits up to kiss Changmin’s nose, mirth painted on his face but he only gets furrowed eyebrows as a response. Before he can ask what the problem was, Changmin sprints out of the bed to his luggage. Hands frantically trying to undo the lock, practically breaking the suitcase.
“Babe?” Sitting up the bed, Yoochun can only watch with worry as Changmin breaks it open. This was such an uncanny behaviour coming from the taller man and it concerned him.
“No.” Changmin exclaims, back still turned on him.
“What are yo-“
“No. I don’t want us to rack up bills and just keep talking on Skype- I should fucking have your laptop fixed already, not seeing your face is torture. Yoohwan should learn to take care of other people’s things. . .
I don’t want us to have to wait two more years. I don’t wan’t you sleeping so late waiting for my call and vice versa. I don’t like it when I can’t hold you, when we’re not breathing in the same space. I can’t handle it. I don’t want to have to handle it.”
Yoochun is too surprised at the outburst to give a reply and comfort him; he’s been feeling all these things as well but he couldn’t say it out loud. He didn’t want to be the one to stop Changmin from living his dreams but it was so fucking hard to not be with him as well. He knew if he told Changmin to stay he would have but he couldn’t be that selfish either so he held it all in.
“I can’t do it anymore, Chun. I just can’t” Changmin’s voice is breaking, heaving as he tries to stop himself from bawling. All the pent up emotion bubbling over and waiting to explode. Thinking of those two months and the future that he still had to endure was gut-wrenching. He knew after the month was over they would be reunited but it was not a forever fix, he’d be assigned yet again soon after.
He’s unaware that tears had spilled already until he feels Yoochun’s hands wiping it away, holding him in his arms as he rocks him back and forth humming a song into his ear as comfort. It takes a couple of minutes for his tears to stop and he removes himself from the embrace, wiping the tear tracks from his face. He clears his throat to talk, words flowing out of his mouth before he can stop himself.
“Marry me! You have to- if we get married then you’d always be with me. We won’t be apart and then we can travel places. I can get us assigned to Milan! You’ve always wanted to go there right? We can totally live there and then-“ His rambling has Yoochun laughing at the silliness of the whole situation.
The fit of laughter has Changmin break out of his stupor and his eyes widen at the realisation, gathering himself he quickly gets down on his knee with the ring he desperately tried getting out of his luggage. “I’m serious. Marry me, Park Yoochun. Be with me.”
The laughter quickly dies down, as he realises the gravity of the situation. Here was the man he’d loved for so long down on his knee asking him for marriage and it dawns on him: forever.
A smile forms on his lips as he nods
“Yes!”
***
Changmin looks out their new apartment window, a different city, a different country, a different continent, everything different. As the sun filters through the window casting a light on Yoochun's sleeping form and he thinks; not everything is different after all. Finally, no matter how far they go as it wouldn't matter anymore as Yoochun was with him now, will always be with him and distance wasn't an issue anymore.
Love was here, beside him.