The Familiar Stranger (2/2)
Part One
"Fuck," Youngwoon said, eloquent as ever. "Why does it have to be so hot all the time?"
Jungsu adjusted his sunglasses. "It's summer," he pointed out. "I don't hear you complaining when we get warm weather in November."
"Well that's because --" Youngwoon paused, but Jungsu heard it loud and clear anyway. He'd seen neither hide nor hair of Youngwoon these past two winters. "That's different. I feel like a walking hotdog melt."
Jungsu studied Youngwoon and made a face. "Not a very edible one."
"Fuck you," Youngwoon said mildly, and Jungsu arranged his features into a vague come-hither expression. Youngwoon's only response was to swoon exaggeratedly before Jungsu tugged him inside a café that looked mostly unoccupied. Its interior was sparsely decorated, with varnished wooden tables and straight-back benches that doubled as a barrier between tables.
A waitress greeted them when they entered, and they sat themselves down, picking up the menus that had already been on the table. The café did not offer much, just the usual beverages doused in caffeine and a long list of sandwiches. After a short, whispered conversation in which they locked proverbial horns in arguing the merits of a proper sandwich versus a salad, Youngwoon called the waitress over.
"What'll it be?" she asked, cocking a hip and taking out a small book and a pen. Jungsu had to give her props for not doing the double-take that waitresses usually did, most of whom took about a minute to have a 'is that, it can't be, i is' moment at seeing their dubious get-up of sunglasses and caps. Perhaps she wasn't even aware of Super Junior's existence. He didn't really know how to feel about that.
"I'm having a Turkey, and he's having a --"
"A Veggie Delight," Jungsu finished firmly, glaring. Youngwoon made a disgusted face.
"Will that be all?" the waitress asked, spinning her pen. She gave them a smile that made Jungsu look askance at Youngwoon and wonder what he'd done when Jungsu wasn't looking.
"Yes, thank you," Jungsu said.
"Congratulations, by the way," the waitress said cheerfully, her eyes flicking between their hands. Youngwoon beamed at her. Jungsu smiled his thanks, and waited for her to turn her back before looking at Youngwoon with narrowed eyes.
"What?" Youngwoon asked defensively, holding his hands up, palms facing out. "It's not my fault she jumped to conclusions!"
Jungsu stared at him in incomprehension, mentally rewound the last ten seconds, and then whispered in panic, "She thought we wer engaged?"
"Stupid jewelry," Youngwoon said, fiddling with the silver ring that the stylists had forced all the members to wear around their middle fingers. "She must've thought this was a promise ring."
"A what now?"
"You know, a pre-engagement ring."
Jungsu started to laugh. "Gay marriage? In South Korea?"
"Maybe she thought we would fly overseas to get married," Youngwoon said, looking serious, like he was really thinking about it. "We should go to Canada."
"Settle down and make a litter of babies?"
"Damn right," Youngwoon said, grinning impishly.
"Is this a date, then?" Jungsu asked, trying for casual and, naturally, sounding the complete opposite.
"Don't be such a girl, hyung," Youngwoon scoffed. "This is me trying to keep you alive and kicking."
Jungsu pursed his lips in concession and shrugged. That was as much of a confession as he would ever be able to squeeze out of Youngwoon. "If you say so."
"I do say so," Youngwoon said, but beneath the table, his foot hooked around Jungsu's ankle and told a different story.
"Where are you going?" Jungsu asked, taking the toothbrush out of his mouth to frown at Youngwoon, who was rolling up his blankets and stuffing a pillow beneath his armpit.
"Back to my place," Youngwoon said. "Pass me my toothbrush?"
"What? Why?"
Youngwoon shrugged. "Figured you need all the sleep you can get. I'm not really helping things by staying over every night."
Jungsu's frown deepened. Although it was true that he was starting to miss the luxuries of uninterrupted slumber after two weeks of being woken up by Youngwoon, he didn't really mind. In all honesty, he kind of really liked being there for Youngwoon at night -- like Youngwoon was there for him during the day -- almost to the point of obsession.
"I don't mind," Jungsu said, wondering how to express what he felt without coming across as the world's biggest sap.
"It doesn't matter what you think," Youngwoon said, leaning around Jungsu to grab his toothbrush when Jungsu made no move to get it for him. "What matters is that you get enough sleep so you don't fall asleep standing up and injure yourself."
Jungsu made a derisive noise, and white foam splattered all over his reflection. He spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth, then waved his still foamy toothbrush in Youngwoon's face. "Wha matters s that we figure out a way to prevent these nightmares of yours."
"Hate to break it to you, hyung, but I don't think sex will cut it."
"We'll never know until we try," Jungsu said, turning back to the sink to rinse his toothbrush. Youngwoon contemplated the idea for a grand total of three seconds.
"No," Youngwoon said, firm. "I'm still waiting for you to have your big gay freak-out."
"Oh," Jungsu said, and his thought processes halted in a mad fumble to fathom why he hadn't turned tail and fled for the hills yet. He thought about what his parents would say, what Inyoung would say, what th fans ould say, and realised, somewhat belatedly, that he had been so caught up in thinking about Youngwoon and what Youngwoon made of him to think about anyone else, least of all himself.
"Kissing and sex... it's a big leap. I don't --" Youngwoon cut himself off, looking uncomfortable. "I don't want you to do anything stupid."
Youngwoon had already had his fair share of stupid, after all. He wasn't about to jeopardise his career for a gay relationship, after everything else he'd been through. Kissing was just an exchange of saliva and breath. It didn’t have to mean anything. Maybe they were nothing but fuck buddies, except without the fucking. So Jungsu said, "I see," and tried to look like the perfect, compassionate leader of Super Junior.
Youngwoon seemed to pick up on Jungsu's conflicted emotions nonetheless. "What are you thinking?"
"Nothing," Jungsu said, and pushed away from the sink, leaving the bathroom. He sat down on his bed and studied the wall.
Youngwoon, persistent as ever, threw his rolled-up blankets and pillow down on his bed and sat beside Jungsu. "Hyung," he said, voice low and firm, "Tell me."
Jungsu looked away. "It's getting late," he said. "You should head back now if you want to get enough sleep tonight."
Youngwoon didn't move, and neither did Jungsu. Youngwoon stayed so still that, at one point, Jungsu had to forcibly suppress the urge to look at him, check he was still breathing. Eventually, Jungsu stood up, turning around to offer Youngwoon a hand.
"Good night," Jungsu said, not bothering to mask the dismissal in his tone. Youngwoon stood up, ignored his hand, and cradled Jungsu's face between his palms, leaning in close.
"Night," he said, his breath blowing warm over Jungsu's lips, and then they were kissing, frantic, Jungsu trying to tell Youngwoo don't leave ith his tongue and Youngwoon kissing like kissing was his only lifeline.
When they parted, Jungsu had both his hands on Youngwoon's neck, and Youngwoon's thumbs were deftly tracing his cheekbones. Youngwoon couldn't have been aware of it, because when he finally took notice of his hands, he pulled away with the speed of a retreating army and a vaguely horrified expression.
"Okay," Youngwoon said. "Bedtime."
"I don't know if you noticed," Jungsu said, still breathing hard but doing his utmost to discourage his hopeful erection by thinking of the time he walked in on his grandmother bathing or the time he tried to kiss Jaeli in elementary school and ended up getting snot in his mouth, "But I am, actually, two years older than you."
"And yet you can't take care of yourself like a proper adult," Youngwoon said, pushing him down and into bed. "Do you want me to tuck you in?"
"Gerroff," Jungsu grumbled, and rolled over onto his belly so he didn't have to watch Youngwoon leave.
"Move over," Youngwoon said, and slid in beside Jungsu, manhandling him to the side.
"What," Jungsu said into his pillow. "What are you doing?"
"Obviously you'd rather be disturbed by me than have a good night's rest," Youngwoon said, shifting so that he lay on his back. "I'm just making things easier."
Well that just made things a hell of a lot more confusing. Jungsu frowned into his pillow. "What do they teach you in the army, mind reading?"
Puzzled silence radiated from Youngwoon. "No," he said slowly. "No, hyung, I'm not psychic."
"Okay," Jungsu said happily. "Just checking."
Five minutes later, something occurred to Jungsu. "Youngwoon," he said. "You haven't brushed your teeth yet, have you?"
Youngwoon swore, rolled resignedly out of bed, and took his toothbrush to the bathroom. Grinning, Jungsu fell asleep to the sound of Youngwoon brushing his teeth, bathroom light dappled weakly on the walls.
The nightmare did not come for Youngwoon that night. Jungsu, on the other hand, discovered all the new and interesting ways his dick could interpret Youngwoon's proximity, and took great pleasure in stepping on Youngwoon's face in the process of getting to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Jungsu took a cold shower and thought very carefully about Youngwoon's motives, why Youngwoon would kiss him, lie in bed with him, and yet choose not to cross the line between physical affection and sexual intimacy. If Youngwoon didn't want a relationship, he'd stop encouraging Jungsu with non-platonic, non-let-me-shake-your-hand kisses.
They really needed to talk.
Unfortunately, holding a conversation was as successful as a two-way street in which Jungsu was the only vehicle. Meanwhile, Youngwoon's nightmares carried on being a total pain in the ass, invoking a few more almost-arguments that ended with Youngwoon clamming up and Jungsu absolutely flummoxed. When he brought up seeing a therapist a second time, Youngwoon had frowned minutely and shook his head. Jungsu didn't know if it was Youngwoon's insufferable pride at work here or just plain ignorance, but either way something needed to be done about it, and it needed to be done soon.
The opportunity presented itself in the form of soju, which Jungsu promptly coaxed Youngwoon into drinking on the basis that their first round of promotions for Spy needed to be celebrated. Getting Youngwoon inebriated after everything was not one of Jungsu's proudest moments.
What Jungsu had not thought to consider was the fact that Youngwoon could drink him under the table, no sweat. With Jungsu matching Youngwoon bottle for bottle, it soon became abundantly clear that Jungsu was slightly less sober than he'd planned for.
"We need to get laid," Jungsu slurred.
Make that a lot less sober.
"Hyung..." Youngwoon said, frowning a bit, and Jungsu needed to remove that stupid line between his brows, right now.
"Youngwoon," Jungsu said, leaning over to press a kiss on the furrow of Youngwoon's brows, except his lip-eye coordination had been shot to hell a while back so he ended up with a mouthful of Youngwoon's hair instead. Jungsu steadied himself on Youngwoon's shoulders and tried again, but Youngwoon dodged his mouth.
"Hyung, you haven't been laid in a long time," Youngwoon said, grabbing Jungsu by the chin. "And you're drunk."
"You're drunk too," Jungsu pointed out.
"Not as drunk as you."
"Whatever," Jungsu said. "I wanna. With you." Then he leaned in again, only to be impeded by Youngwoon, who was still holding him by the chin. Jungsu moved away and rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully.
"You can't," Youngwoon said, stubborn as a mule, so Jungsu dropped to his knees right there in front of the couch, amidst the empty bottles of soju strewn about on the floor, right in front of Youngwoon. "Hyung!"
"I haven't gotten any, and neither have you," Jungsu said, holding Youngwoon firmly by the thighs. Youngwoon exhaled sharply and tried to kick Jungsu off, but either he wasn't trying hard enough or the alcohol was messing with his aim, because Jungsu easily dodged the foot. "Unless you've been cheating on me. Except I don't know what this is, whether we're fuck buddies or what, and even if we are why don't you fuck me?"
"Hyung," Youngwoon said, sounding strangled. Jungsu watched with interest as the fabric of Youngwoon's pajama pants grew slightly less loose. The sight of Youngwoon getting all hot and bothered was like a stab of arousal in the gut.
"Until you talk to me," Jungsu rubbed a thumb over the inseam of Youngwoon's pants, "I'm not going anywhere."
"Stop," Youngwoon said, but he wasn't even struggling to get away anymore. "Hyung."
"I don't see why you're being so... s celibate," Jungsu said, smoothing his fingers over the fabric covering Youngwoon's hardening cock. Youngwoon made a small choking noise deep in his throat. "It'll be good, Youngwoon. I'll make it good. We get laid, you get to sleep properly -- it's a win-win, isn't it?"
"Fuck, no," Youngwoon said sharply, and stood up, moving to the side too quickly for Jungsu to get a better grip on his thighs. Jungsu spared a moment to be disappointed before mortification and anger rushed in and blocked all logic from entering his brain. Where Jungsu had lost all his inhibitions, it seemed Youngwoon still retained some twisted sense of honour.
"Why?" Jungsu asked, standing up unsteadily. "Just tell me why, Youngwoon. Why, and then we can pretend this -- thi whole thing ever happened. 's'what you want, isn't it? I'll back off. But I want to know what's so wrong with me that you won't even touch me."
"It's not you --"
Jungsu laughed sharply. "Yeah, I've heard that before, and you know what? I don't buy it. Not for a second."
"Hyung..."
"Don't -- just don't, Youngwoon! You don't want to tell me? Fine. Get out Get -"
"Just listen to me for a second!" Youngwoon shouted. Stunned, Jungsu fell silent. "Look, hyung, I shouldn't have kissed you. It was -- I made a bad decision. We can't."
"You made a bad decision," Jungsu repeated hollowly. All of a sudden he didn’t feel drunk enough. "And you didn't think to tell me earlier? You've been stringing me along this past month?"
"No!" Youngwoon said loudly. He sighed, and sank back down onto the couch. "I didn't think you'd --"
"Hyung?" Donghae said sleepily, and Jungsu whipped around so fast he almost lost his balance. Donghae was clad in sweats and leaning against his doorframe, blinking at them. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," Youngwoon said.
"Sorry," Jungsu added. "Go back to bed."
"Just... keep it down," Donghae said, and yawned. "Night."
They stared after Donghae a long time after he'd disappeared inside his room.
"It's late," Jungsu said eventually, struggling to look Youngwoon in the eye. "I'm going to..." he trailed off, striving for the right words to say Go to bed ounded downright nasty in the context of their argument, an go to sleep ounded like he was inviting Youngwoon to stay over. Which he'd still like, even if Youngwoon didn't. "Good night."
"Hyung --"
But Jungsu had already entered his room and closed the door.
All things considered, their argument ended a little anti-climatically. Jungsu had woken up to an empty room -- no surprise there -- and went straight to the bathroom to drink a gallon of water and wash up. As he was brushing his teeth, two things happened. One, he lost control of his drool so that it ran foamily down his chin, and two, Youngwoon came in, spun him around, and kissed him, toothpaste and all.
"Youngwoon," Jungsu tried to say. Meanwhile, toothpaste dripped off his chin and landed on his toes. It wasn't exactly one of the finest moments in his life.
"I wouldn't change this," Youngwoon said, swiping at Jungsu's chin. "I wouldn't change this for the world."
Jungsu forgot all about the toothpaste and leaned back in for another kiss. At some point, he was pretty sure he'd managed to get toothpaste in Youngwoon's hair.
They refrained from talking about sex. If Youngwoon wanted to have a friendship with kissing on the side, Jungsu was all for it. Given the long-term relationship he and his right hand had going on, he wasn't too concerned about getting off anymore.
On the downside, Youngwoon's nightmares showed no signs of abating. These days, Jungsu was too burned out to nurse Youngwoon back to humanity; he settled for stumbling over to Youngwoon, waking him up, and crashing into bed with Youngwoon snug behind him. For such a lackadaisical attempt at consolation, it worked pretty damn well. Apparently, the crux of a good night's sleep lay in having a warm body to share it with. If Jungsu had known this previously, he'd have bought himself a dog a long time ago.
"You're kidding," Youngwoon said, when Jungsu mentioned it offhandedly during one of their breaks. Youngwoon took a gulp of water and passed the bottle to Jungsu. "You're comparing me with a dog?"
"Loyal," Jungsu said, ticking off his fingers, "Affectionate, stubborn, and -- oh, pain in the ass."
Youngwoon leveled him with a hard stare, and Jungsu screwed the bottle cap back on with as much nonchalance as he could muster under the heat of Youngwoon's glare.
Afterwards, in one of the restaurants they had dined in before, Youngwoon brought it up again.
"You don't have to sleep with me, you know."
"What, and let you suffer in silence?" Jungsu said. "No way."
"I managed it before," Youngwoon pointed out. "I'm not some damsel that needs saving."
Jungsu frowned at Youngwoon's obvious lack of concern for his own well-being. "Do I look like a hero to you? This is what friends are for."
Youngwoon looked dubious. "Don't think so, no."
"Well, we're not just friends," Jungsu said. Before Youngwoon could answer, he continued, "And don't think I haven't noticed how well you sleep with me, Youngwoon, I am god."
Youngwoon lifted a single, bemused eyebrow. "The things my mother would say to you, you narcissist."
"'Everyone needs a little confidence once in a while'?" Jungsu suggested. "The things my mother would say t you."
The conversation dwindled as Youngwoon flipped him off and picked up his chopsticks. Jungsu resumed tucking in, watching Youngwoon watch him, and a surge of affection swelled in his chest cavity. That Youngwoon would try so hard to keep him healthy was the sort of thing no one else had gone out of their way to do, not even his mother sometimes. This -- them, their friendship of ten years and counting -- this was permanent.
In a world where everything else was finite, that was a lot.
It was just as Jungsu had come to terms with their unspoken consensus to keep sex strictly off-limits that Youngwoon went and screwed everything up.
It was one of those mornings. All the tongue-fucking between them had shaken Jungsu's downstairs compartment pretty hard, so morning wood was becoming something of an unflappable consequence. The second reason Jungsu had woken up before the alarm was that there was an elbow prodding his ass. Coupled with his dick, it was doing absolutely nothing to make going back to sleep possible. Still half-awake, Jungsu rolled onto his back to escape the elbow, and then he made the mistake of looking down.
Youngwoon's elbows were nowhere near his ass. Youngwoon stirred at Jungsu's movement, and when his eyes opened, they were very, very dark.
"Hi," Jungsu said, and wondered if it would be in bad form to keep his hip flush against Youngwoon's cock, which was hot and stiff against the fabric that separated skin from skin.
Youngwoon's pupils were still blown wide when realisation dawned across his face. Like greased lightning, he sat up and, in no less than five harried attempts, tried to get out of bed without touching Jungsu. That was a complete bust, seeing as the only way out was over, and there was no way in hell Jungsu was moving when he and Youngwoon were horny and in a bed together.
"Um," Youngwoon finally said, sounding pained. "Well."
Jungsu just looked at him. Then, when Youngwoon shifted in discomfiture and his gaze slid to the ostensible bulge in Jungsu's pants, Jungsu parted his thighs slightly and crept a hand beneath his waistband. Youngwoon expelled a sudden rush of air, his eyes wide and flickering with uncertainty.
"I don't know," Jungsu said, licking a stripe up the palm of his right hand and watching Youngwoon watch him, "Feels pretty awesome to me." Swiftly, he peeled off his boxers and curled a hand around his cock, and Youngwoon made an abortive little noise that could have been a curse as much as Jungsu's name. Still, he made no move to leave, seemingly content to watch.
Jungsu wouldn't say he was into exhibitionism, but he knew he was hot. He knew what Youngwoon saw, could see it in the way Youngwoon's gaze roamed over his torso and groin, so he put on a show, lazily jacking himself. Youngwoon was gripping the covers hard with both hands, knuckles turning white, and his bottom lip looked wet and red, like he had sucked it in when Jungsu wasn't looking.
When Jungsu's hips started moving of their own accord, his wrist doing a little twist-and-flick at every upstroke, Youngwoon finally broke. He looked away, bit his lip, and then he was straddling Jungsu, leaning over and giving him a short, hard kiss. The sour taste of their breaths barely registered, Jungsu was so relieved. He let go of his cock to pull Youngwoon down properly, fitting their hips together, and the feel of Youngwoon hard and hot right against his cock was such a turn-on Jungsu almost lost it right then and there.
Closing his eyes, Jungsu swallowed heavily and rolled his hips clumsily, and it was nowhere near as graceful as his dreams but still so much better. His dreams couldn't hold a candle to the heat and friction of Youngwoon heavy on him, the sharp frissons of arousal that spiked him through to his very toes. Youngwoon leaned up on his elbows, bringing a hand between their bodies to pull his waistband just down, and then he was lowering his hips back over Jungsu's, aligning their cocks together, and - fuck t was so good.
"Thought this was a --" Jungsu panted, gripping Youngwoon's bare shoulders, "-- a bad decision?"
"You want to talk about this now?" Youngwoon asked incredulously, wrapping both their cocks in a fist and giving them a long, hard pull.
"Yeah -- can't have you going hot and cold all the time, Youngwoon," Jungsu said, opening his eyes to look at Youngwoon. Youngwoon looke wrecked, his cropped hair all mussed up and his lips red and bitten. For that Jungsu gave in to the urge to kiss him again, slipping him some tongue, but then Youngwoon started jerking them off in earnest and Jungsu sunk back down into the mattress, gasping.
"I wasn't sure you knew what you were doing, hyung," Youngwoon said throatily, and how he managed to articulate his words when Jungsu's mouth felt disconnected from his brain, he had no idea. Jungsu just moaned, long and filthy, into Youngwoon's ear, and Youngwoon shuddered visibly in response, his hand faltering.
Jungsu took opportunity of the lull to remind Youngwoon, "I'm two years older than you."
Youngwoon shrugged and redoubled his efforts, until Jungsu couldn't open his eyes without going all teary-eyed. The years he spent with his right hand was starting to show, because all too soon, Jungsu felt the previously languid heat of arousal coiling tight and searing in his gut.
"Youngwoon --" Jungsu choked out. "Youngwoon, stop."
Youngwoon paused so quickly Jungsu had to restrain himself from fucking into Youngwoon's fist himself to finish the job. "What is it?" Youngwoon said, sounding -- soundin afraid. Tentative. "Do you want me to --"
"No, no, not that," Jungsu said, breathing deeply. "I was -- too soon. I want to --" He looked down at Youngwoon's cock, flushed dark and thick above Jungsu's. He wetted his lips.
Youngwoon's cock twitched. "Fuck," Youngwoon said, low and hoarse, and then he was scrambling back and lying down beside Jungsu, while Jungsu heaved himself up and bent between Youngwoon's legs. Youngwoon's cock was of reasonable length and girth, nothing too intimidating for his first time. Still, Jungsu hesitated a little before leaning down for his first taste, flicking his tongue on the head of Youngwoon's cock. Pre-come glistened on Youngwoon's slit, so Jungsu licked that into his mouth too, and Youngwoon hissed in a breath, his stomach clenching.
Experimentally, Jungsu licked a stripe down the thick vein on the underside of Youngwoon's cock and up again, and Youngwoon's hips jumped.
"Hyung," Youngwoon said shakily. "I need --" And Jungsu wrapped his lips around the crown of Youngwoon's cock, looking up questioningly. Youngwoon swore. When Jungsu went down on Youngwoon, making sure to cover his teeth, Youngwoon tilted his head back against the pillow and parted his lips in a silent moan. Hollowing his cheeks, Jungsu started bobbing his head, increasing in speed when Youngwoon's thighs tensed and his hips trembled. It was sloppy and difficult and he seemed to have lost all control of his salivary glands, but there was just something incredibly erotic about the way Jungsu reduced Youngwoon into such a state of arousal.
"Fuck," Youngwoon gasped, clenching the bed sheets with his fists, straining. "Fucking - God yung, yeah, just like that."
Obligingly, Jungsu kept at it, the head of Youngwoon's cock just shy of hitting the back of his throat at each bob of his head. His jaw ached with the effort of staying open and his gag reflex kept trying to make itself known, but th noises oungwoon was making, all low and husky and choked off -- Jungsu rolled his hips against the mattress, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
Tentatively, Jungsu cradled Youngwoon's balls in his hand, brushing his thumb against the underside of his erection.
"Jungsu," Youngwoon gasped, his hips making an abortive thrust into Jungsu's mouth, and Jungsu slipped off. He took Youngwoon in hand, the spit from his mouth making the slide smooth. All it took was three pulls of his fist, and then Youngwoon was spilling all over Jungsu's hand, white streaks of come decorating Youngwoon's stomach.
While Youngwoon recovered, lying dazed on his back, Jungsu kneeled up and wrapped his fingers around his cock, jerking off hard and fast. When Youngwoon finally came to, Jungsu was already close, his fist just a blur on his cock. "Let me," Youngwoon said, sitting up and pulling Jungsu down, and it was a real testament to just how much hotter it was to have a hand that wasn't his own on his cock when Jungsu's orgasm hit him so fast he didn't see it coming at all.
When Jungsu returned to the land of the living, Youngwoon was on his back, looking completely blissed out.
"Told you it'd be good," Jungsu said smugly.
"Shut up," Youngwoon said. "You're ruining the afterglow."
"What afterglow?" Jungsu said, but he flopped down beside Youngwoon and let out a deeply contented sigh. "So what are we, fuck buddies?"
Youngwoon gave him an inscrutable look. "Would you like us to be?"
Jungsu considered the question. "No?"
Youngwoon relaxed and flashed him a smile. "That would make us...”
"Youngwoon," Jungsu said. "Are we actually talking about this?"
"Well, what do you know," Youngwoon said good-naturedly. "I care about you, hyung. Enough to compare with your mother."
"Gross," Jungsu said, but he leaned in and pecked Youngwoon on the lips. Youngwoon pressed in further, and it was just as they were really getting into it when the alarm rang.
Figured.
"I heard these noises this morning," Donghae confided. Hyukjae looked disturbingly intrigued. Jungsu feared for his life.
"Where?" Youngwoon asked, completely oblivious. Maybe he was just that good of an actor.
"The kitchen," Donghae said mournfully. "I think we've got mice."
Youngwoon shot Jungsu an amused look. "You sure that wasn't Hyukjae rummaging around the fridge for food?"
"We need to stock up on groceries," Ryeowook pitched in.
"Chocopie!" someone said.
"Apples!" another said.
"You kidding? What about the beer?" a third person said, and then everything precipitated into an intricate argument about food and its various virtues.
The rest of the day passed in a similar fashion, with Jungsu and Youngwoon walking around and glowing with such satisfaction that they might as well have been holding up flashing neon signs that read JUST GOT LAID. A couple of times Jungsu caught weird looks from their managers, but other than that the members remained entirely unaware of the previously uncharted ways with which Jungsu and Youngwoon eye-fucked each other.
When they got back home, they waited for everybody to go to bed, after which they stumbled like blind men into Jungsu's room. It was a wonder that Jungsu remembered to close the door and lock it behind him before they both got naked.
The nightmare did not come for Youngwoon that night. It didn't come for him the next, either, or the next, until one week later Jungsu had no choice but to say, in a very pompous sort of tone, that Youngwoon should have listened to him a long time ago.
Youngwoon rolled his eyes and shut him up with a kiss and a very well placed hand.
THE END
"Fuck," Youngwoon said, eloquent as ever. "Why does it have to be so hot all the time?"
Jungsu adjusted his sunglasses. "It's summer," he pointed out. "I don't hear you complaining when we get warm weather in November."
"Well that's because --" Youngwoon paused, but Jungsu heard it loud and clear anyway. He'd seen neither hide nor hair of Youngwoon these past two winters. "That's different. I feel like a walking hotdog melt."
Jungsu studied Youngwoon and made a face. "Not a very edible one."
"Fuck you," Youngwoon said mildly, and Jungsu arranged his features into a vague come-hither expression. Youngwoon's only response was to swoon exaggeratedly before Jungsu tugged him inside a café that looked mostly unoccupied. Its interior was sparsely decorated, with varnished wooden tables and straight-back benches that doubled as a barrier between tables.
A waitress greeted them when they entered, and they sat themselves down, picking up the menus that had already been on the table. The café did not offer much, just the usual beverages doused in caffeine and a long list of sandwiches. After a short, whispered conversation in which they locked proverbial horns in arguing the merits of a proper sandwich versus a salad, Youngwoon called the waitress over.
"What'll it be?" she asked, cocking a hip and taking out a small book and a pen. Jungsu had to give her props for not doing the double-take that waitresses usually did, most of whom took about a minute to have a 'is that, it can't be, i is' moment at seeing their dubious get-up of sunglasses and caps. Perhaps she wasn't even aware of Super Junior's existence. He didn't really know how to feel about that.
"I'm having a Turkey, and he's having a --"
"A Veggie Delight," Jungsu finished firmly, glaring. Youngwoon made a disgusted face.
"Will that be all?" the waitress asked, spinning her pen. She gave them a smile that made Jungsu look askance at Youngwoon and wonder what he'd done when Jungsu wasn't looking.
"Yes, thank you," Jungsu said.
"Congratulations, by the way," the waitress said cheerfully, her eyes flicking between their hands. Youngwoon beamed at her. Jungsu smiled his thanks, and waited for her to turn her back before looking at Youngwoon with narrowed eyes.
"What?" Youngwoon asked defensively, holding his hands up, palms facing out. "It's not my fault she jumped to conclusions!"
Jungsu stared at him in incomprehension, mentally rewound the last ten seconds, and then whispered in panic, "She thought we wer engaged?"
"Stupid jewelry," Youngwoon said, fiddling with the silver ring that the stylists had forced all the members to wear around their middle fingers. "She must've thought this was a promise ring."
"A what now?"
"You know, a pre-engagement ring."
Jungsu started to laugh. "Gay marriage? In South Korea?"
"Maybe she thought we would fly overseas to get married," Youngwoon said, looking serious, like he was really thinking about it. "We should go to Canada."
"Settle down and make a litter of babies?"
"Damn right," Youngwoon said, grinning impishly.
"Is this a date, then?" Jungsu asked, trying for casual and, naturally, sounding the complete opposite.
"Don't be such a girl, hyung," Youngwoon scoffed. "This is me trying to keep you alive and kicking."
Jungsu pursed his lips in concession and shrugged. That was as much of a confession as he would ever be able to squeeze out of Youngwoon. "If you say so."
"I do say so," Youngwoon said, but beneath the table, his foot hooked around Jungsu's ankle and told a different story.
"Where are you going?" Jungsu asked, taking the toothbrush out of his mouth to frown at Youngwoon, who was rolling up his blankets and stuffing a pillow beneath his armpit.
"Back to my place," Youngwoon said. "Pass me my toothbrush?"
"What? Why?"
Youngwoon shrugged. "Figured you need all the sleep you can get. I'm not really helping things by staying over every night."
Jungsu's frown deepened. Although it was true that he was starting to miss the luxuries of uninterrupted slumber after two weeks of being woken up by Youngwoon, he didn't really mind. In all honesty, he kind of really liked being there for Youngwoon at night -- like Youngwoon was there for him during the day -- almost to the point of obsession.
"I don't mind," Jungsu said, wondering how to express what he felt without coming across as the world's biggest sap.
"It doesn't matter what you think," Youngwoon said, leaning around Jungsu to grab his toothbrush when Jungsu made no move to get it for him. "What matters is that you get enough sleep so you don't fall asleep standing up and injure yourself."
Jungsu made a derisive noise, and white foam splattered all over his reflection. He spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth, then waved his still foamy toothbrush in Youngwoon's face. "Wha matters s that we figure out a way to prevent these nightmares of yours."
"Hate to break it to you, hyung, but I don't think sex will cut it."
"We'll never know until we try," Jungsu said, turning back to the sink to rinse his toothbrush. Youngwoon contemplated the idea for a grand total of three seconds.
"No," Youngwoon said, firm. "I'm still waiting for you to have your big gay freak-out."
"Oh," Jungsu said, and his thought processes halted in a mad fumble to fathom why he hadn't turned tail and fled for the hills yet. He thought about what his parents would say, what Inyoung would say, what th fans ould say, and realised, somewhat belatedly, that he had been so caught up in thinking about Youngwoon and what Youngwoon made of him to think about anyone else, least of all himself.
"Kissing and sex... it's a big leap. I don't --" Youngwoon cut himself off, looking uncomfortable. "I don't want you to do anything stupid."
Youngwoon had already had his fair share of stupid, after all. He wasn't about to jeopardise his career for a gay relationship, after everything else he'd been through. Kissing was just an exchange of saliva and breath. It didn’t have to mean anything. Maybe they were nothing but fuck buddies, except without the fucking. So Jungsu said, "I see," and tried to look like the perfect, compassionate leader of Super Junior.
Youngwoon seemed to pick up on Jungsu's conflicted emotions nonetheless. "What are you thinking?"
"Nothing," Jungsu said, and pushed away from the sink, leaving the bathroom. He sat down on his bed and studied the wall.
Youngwoon, persistent as ever, threw his rolled-up blankets and pillow down on his bed and sat beside Jungsu. "Hyung," he said, voice low and firm, "Tell me."
Jungsu looked away. "It's getting late," he said. "You should head back now if you want to get enough sleep tonight."
Youngwoon didn't move, and neither did Jungsu. Youngwoon stayed so still that, at one point, Jungsu had to forcibly suppress the urge to look at him, check he was still breathing. Eventually, Jungsu stood up, turning around to offer Youngwoon a hand.
"Good night," Jungsu said, not bothering to mask the dismissal in his tone. Youngwoon stood up, ignored his hand, and cradled Jungsu's face between his palms, leaning in close.
"Night," he said, his breath blowing warm over Jungsu's lips, and then they were kissing, frantic, Jungsu trying to tell Youngwoo don't leave ith his tongue and Youngwoon kissing like kissing was his only lifeline.
When they parted, Jungsu had both his hands on Youngwoon's neck, and Youngwoon's thumbs were deftly tracing his cheekbones. Youngwoon couldn't have been aware of it, because when he finally took notice of his hands, he pulled away with the speed of a retreating army and a vaguely horrified expression.
"Okay," Youngwoon said. "Bedtime."
"I don't know if you noticed," Jungsu said, still breathing hard but doing his utmost to discourage his hopeful erection by thinking of the time he walked in on his grandmother bathing or the time he tried to kiss Jaeli in elementary school and ended up getting snot in his mouth, "But I am, actually, two years older than you."
"And yet you can't take care of yourself like a proper adult," Youngwoon said, pushing him down and into bed. "Do you want me to tuck you in?"
"Gerroff," Jungsu grumbled, and rolled over onto his belly so he didn't have to watch Youngwoon leave.
"Move over," Youngwoon said, and slid in beside Jungsu, manhandling him to the side.
"What," Jungsu said into his pillow. "What are you doing?"
"Obviously you'd rather be disturbed by me than have a good night's rest," Youngwoon said, shifting so that he lay on his back. "I'm just making things easier."
Well that just made things a hell of a lot more confusing. Jungsu frowned into his pillow. "What do they teach you in the army, mind reading?"
Puzzled silence radiated from Youngwoon. "No," he said slowly. "No, hyung, I'm not psychic."
"Okay," Jungsu said happily. "Just checking."
Five minutes later, something occurred to Jungsu. "Youngwoon," he said. "You haven't brushed your teeth yet, have you?"
Youngwoon swore, rolled resignedly out of bed, and took his toothbrush to the bathroom. Grinning, Jungsu fell asleep to the sound of Youngwoon brushing his teeth, bathroom light dappled weakly on the walls.
The nightmare did not come for Youngwoon that night. Jungsu, on the other hand, discovered all the new and interesting ways his dick could interpret Youngwoon's proximity, and took great pleasure in stepping on Youngwoon's face in the process of getting to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Jungsu took a cold shower and thought very carefully about Youngwoon's motives, why Youngwoon would kiss him, lie in bed with him, and yet choose not to cross the line between physical affection and sexual intimacy. If Youngwoon didn't want a relationship, he'd stop encouraging Jungsu with non-platonic, non-let-me-shake-your-hand kisses.
They really needed to talk.
Unfortunately, holding a conversation was as successful as a two-way street in which Jungsu was the only vehicle. Meanwhile, Youngwoon's nightmares carried on being a total pain in the ass, invoking a few more almost-arguments that ended with Youngwoon clamming up and Jungsu absolutely flummoxed. When he brought up seeing a therapist a second time, Youngwoon had frowned minutely and shook his head. Jungsu didn't know if it was Youngwoon's insufferable pride at work here or just plain ignorance, but either way something needed to be done about it, and it needed to be done soon.
The opportunity presented itself in the form of soju, which Jungsu promptly coaxed Youngwoon into drinking on the basis that their first round of promotions for Spy needed to be celebrated. Getting Youngwoon inebriated after everything was not one of Jungsu's proudest moments.
What Jungsu had not thought to consider was the fact that Youngwoon could drink him under the table, no sweat. With Jungsu matching Youngwoon bottle for bottle, it soon became abundantly clear that Jungsu was slightly less sober than he'd planned for.
"We need to get laid," Jungsu slurred.
Make that a lot less sober.
"Hyung..." Youngwoon said, frowning a bit, and Jungsu needed to remove that stupid line between his brows, right now.
"Youngwoon," Jungsu said, leaning over to press a kiss on the furrow of Youngwoon's brows, except his lip-eye coordination had been shot to hell a while back so he ended up with a mouthful of Youngwoon's hair instead. Jungsu steadied himself on Youngwoon's shoulders and tried again, but Youngwoon dodged his mouth.
"Hyung, you haven't been laid in a long time," Youngwoon said, grabbing Jungsu by the chin. "And you're drunk."
"You're drunk too," Jungsu pointed out.
"Not as drunk as you."
"Whatever," Jungsu said. "I wanna. With you." Then he leaned in again, only to be impeded by Youngwoon, who was still holding him by the chin. Jungsu moved away and rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully.
"You can't," Youngwoon said, stubborn as a mule, so Jungsu dropped to his knees right there in front of the couch, amidst the empty bottles of soju strewn about on the floor, right in front of Youngwoon. "Hyung!"
"I haven't gotten any, and neither have you," Jungsu said, holding Youngwoon firmly by the thighs. Youngwoon exhaled sharply and tried to kick Jungsu off, but either he wasn't trying hard enough or the alcohol was messing with his aim, because Jungsu easily dodged the foot. "Unless you've been cheating on me. Except I don't know what this is, whether we're fuck buddies or what, and even if we are why don't you fuck me?"
"Hyung," Youngwoon said, sounding strangled. Jungsu watched with interest as the fabric of Youngwoon's pajama pants grew slightly less loose. The sight of Youngwoon getting all hot and bothered was like a stab of arousal in the gut.
"Until you talk to me," Jungsu rubbed a thumb over the inseam of Youngwoon's pants, "I'm not going anywhere."
"Stop," Youngwoon said, but he wasn't even struggling to get away anymore. "Hyung."
"I don't see why you're being so... s celibate," Jungsu said, smoothing his fingers over the fabric covering Youngwoon's hardening cock. Youngwoon made a small choking noise deep in his throat. "It'll be good, Youngwoon. I'll make it good. We get laid, you get to sleep properly -- it's a win-win, isn't it?"
"Fuck, no," Youngwoon said sharply, and stood up, moving to the side too quickly for Jungsu to get a better grip on his thighs. Jungsu spared a moment to be disappointed before mortification and anger rushed in and blocked all logic from entering his brain. Where Jungsu had lost all his inhibitions, it seemed Youngwoon still retained some twisted sense of honour.
"Why?" Jungsu asked, standing up unsteadily. "Just tell me why, Youngwoon. Why, and then we can pretend this -- thi whole thing ever happened. 's'what you want, isn't it? I'll back off. But I want to know what's so wrong with me that you won't even touch me."
"It's not you --"
Jungsu laughed sharply. "Yeah, I've heard that before, and you know what? I don't buy it. Not for a second."
"Hyung..."
"Don't -- just don't, Youngwoon! You don't want to tell me? Fine. Get out Get -"
"Just listen to me for a second!" Youngwoon shouted. Stunned, Jungsu fell silent. "Look, hyung, I shouldn't have kissed you. It was -- I made a bad decision. We can't."
"You made a bad decision," Jungsu repeated hollowly. All of a sudden he didn’t feel drunk enough. "And you didn't think to tell me earlier? You've been stringing me along this past month?"
"No!" Youngwoon said loudly. He sighed, and sank back down onto the couch. "I didn't think you'd --"
"Hyung?" Donghae said sleepily, and Jungsu whipped around so fast he almost lost his balance. Donghae was clad in sweats and leaning against his doorframe, blinking at them. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," Youngwoon said.
"Sorry," Jungsu added. "Go back to bed."
"Just... keep it down," Donghae said, and yawned. "Night."
They stared after Donghae a long time after he'd disappeared inside his room.
"It's late," Jungsu said eventually, struggling to look Youngwoon in the eye. "I'm going to..." he trailed off, striving for the right words to say Go to bed ounded downright nasty in the context of their argument, an go to sleep ounded like he was inviting Youngwoon to stay over. Which he'd still like, even if Youngwoon didn't. "Good night."
"Hyung --"
But Jungsu had already entered his room and closed the door.
All things considered, their argument ended a little anti-climatically. Jungsu had woken up to an empty room -- no surprise there -- and went straight to the bathroom to drink a gallon of water and wash up. As he was brushing his teeth, two things happened. One, he lost control of his drool so that it ran foamily down his chin, and two, Youngwoon came in, spun him around, and kissed him, toothpaste and all.
"Youngwoon," Jungsu tried to say. Meanwhile, toothpaste dripped off his chin and landed on his toes. It wasn't exactly one of the finest moments in his life.
"I wouldn't change this," Youngwoon said, swiping at Jungsu's chin. "I wouldn't change this for the world."
Jungsu forgot all about the toothpaste and leaned back in for another kiss. At some point, he was pretty sure he'd managed to get toothpaste in Youngwoon's hair.
They refrained from talking about sex. If Youngwoon wanted to have a friendship with kissing on the side, Jungsu was all for it. Given the long-term relationship he and his right hand had going on, he wasn't too concerned about getting off anymore.
On the downside, Youngwoon's nightmares showed no signs of abating. These days, Jungsu was too burned out to nurse Youngwoon back to humanity; he settled for stumbling over to Youngwoon, waking him up, and crashing into bed with Youngwoon snug behind him. For such a lackadaisical attempt at consolation, it worked pretty damn well. Apparently, the crux of a good night's sleep lay in having a warm body to share it with. If Jungsu had known this previously, he'd have bought himself a dog a long time ago.
"You're kidding," Youngwoon said, when Jungsu mentioned it offhandedly during one of their breaks. Youngwoon took a gulp of water and passed the bottle to Jungsu. "You're comparing me with a dog?"
"Loyal," Jungsu said, ticking off his fingers, "Affectionate, stubborn, and -- oh, pain in the ass."
Youngwoon leveled him with a hard stare, and Jungsu screwed the bottle cap back on with as much nonchalance as he could muster under the heat of Youngwoon's glare.
Afterwards, in one of the restaurants they had dined in before, Youngwoon brought it up again.
"You don't have to sleep with me, you know."
"What, and let you suffer in silence?" Jungsu said. "No way."
"I managed it before," Youngwoon pointed out. "I'm not some damsel that needs saving."
Jungsu frowned at Youngwoon's obvious lack of concern for his own well-being. "Do I look like a hero to you? This is what friends are for."
Youngwoon looked dubious. "Don't think so, no."
"Well, we're not just friends," Jungsu said. Before Youngwoon could answer, he continued, "And don't think I haven't noticed how well you sleep with me, Youngwoon, I am god."
Youngwoon lifted a single, bemused eyebrow. "The things my mother would say to you, you narcissist."
"'Everyone needs a little confidence once in a while'?" Jungsu suggested. "The things my mother would say t you."
The conversation dwindled as Youngwoon flipped him off and picked up his chopsticks. Jungsu resumed tucking in, watching Youngwoon watch him, and a surge of affection swelled in his chest cavity. That Youngwoon would try so hard to keep him healthy was the sort of thing no one else had gone out of their way to do, not even his mother sometimes. This -- them, their friendship of ten years and counting -- this was permanent.
In a world where everything else was finite, that was a lot.
It was just as Jungsu had come to terms with their unspoken consensus to keep sex strictly off-limits that Youngwoon went and screwed everything up.
It was one of those mornings. All the tongue-fucking between them had shaken Jungsu's downstairs compartment pretty hard, so morning wood was becoming something of an unflappable consequence. The second reason Jungsu had woken up before the alarm was that there was an elbow prodding his ass. Coupled with his dick, it was doing absolutely nothing to make going back to sleep possible. Still half-awake, Jungsu rolled onto his back to escape the elbow, and then he made the mistake of looking down.
Youngwoon's elbows were nowhere near his ass. Youngwoon stirred at Jungsu's movement, and when his eyes opened, they were very, very dark.
"Hi," Jungsu said, and wondered if it would be in bad form to keep his hip flush against Youngwoon's cock, which was hot and stiff against the fabric that separated skin from skin.
Youngwoon's pupils were still blown wide when realisation dawned across his face. Like greased lightning, he sat up and, in no less than five harried attempts, tried to get out of bed without touching Jungsu. That was a complete bust, seeing as the only way out was over, and there was no way in hell Jungsu was moving when he and Youngwoon were horny and in a bed together.
"Um," Youngwoon finally said, sounding pained. "Well."
Jungsu just looked at him. Then, when Youngwoon shifted in discomfiture and his gaze slid to the ostensible bulge in Jungsu's pants, Jungsu parted his thighs slightly and crept a hand beneath his waistband. Youngwoon expelled a sudden rush of air, his eyes wide and flickering with uncertainty.
"I don't know," Jungsu said, licking a stripe up the palm of his right hand and watching Youngwoon watch him, "Feels pretty awesome to me." Swiftly, he peeled off his boxers and curled a hand around his cock, and Youngwoon made an abortive little noise that could have been a curse as much as Jungsu's name. Still, he made no move to leave, seemingly content to watch.
Jungsu wouldn't say he was into exhibitionism, but he knew he was hot. He knew what Youngwoon saw, could see it in the way Youngwoon's gaze roamed over his torso and groin, so he put on a show, lazily jacking himself. Youngwoon was gripping the covers hard with both hands, knuckles turning white, and his bottom lip looked wet and red, like he had sucked it in when Jungsu wasn't looking.
When Jungsu's hips started moving of their own accord, his wrist doing a little twist-and-flick at every upstroke, Youngwoon finally broke. He looked away, bit his lip, and then he was straddling Jungsu, leaning over and giving him a short, hard kiss. The sour taste of their breaths barely registered, Jungsu was so relieved. He let go of his cock to pull Youngwoon down properly, fitting their hips together, and the feel of Youngwoon hard and hot right against his cock was such a turn-on Jungsu almost lost it right then and there.
Closing his eyes, Jungsu swallowed heavily and rolled his hips clumsily, and it was nowhere near as graceful as his dreams but still so much better. His dreams couldn't hold a candle to the heat and friction of Youngwoon heavy on him, the sharp frissons of arousal that spiked him through to his very toes. Youngwoon leaned up on his elbows, bringing a hand between their bodies to pull his waistband just down, and then he was lowering his hips back over Jungsu's, aligning their cocks together, and - fuck t was so good.
"Thought this was a --" Jungsu panted, gripping Youngwoon's bare shoulders, "-- a bad decision?"
"You want to talk about this now?" Youngwoon asked incredulously, wrapping both their cocks in a fist and giving them a long, hard pull.
"Yeah -- can't have you going hot and cold all the time, Youngwoon," Jungsu said, opening his eyes to look at Youngwoon. Youngwoon looke wrecked, his cropped hair all mussed up and his lips red and bitten. For that Jungsu gave in to the urge to kiss him again, slipping him some tongue, but then Youngwoon started jerking them off in earnest and Jungsu sunk back down into the mattress, gasping.
"I wasn't sure you knew what you were doing, hyung," Youngwoon said throatily, and how he managed to articulate his words when Jungsu's mouth felt disconnected from his brain, he had no idea. Jungsu just moaned, long and filthy, into Youngwoon's ear, and Youngwoon shuddered visibly in response, his hand faltering.
Jungsu took opportunity of the lull to remind Youngwoon, "I'm two years older than you."
Youngwoon shrugged and redoubled his efforts, until Jungsu couldn't open his eyes without going all teary-eyed. The years he spent with his right hand was starting to show, because all too soon, Jungsu felt the previously languid heat of arousal coiling tight and searing in his gut.
"Youngwoon --" Jungsu choked out. "Youngwoon, stop."
Youngwoon paused so quickly Jungsu had to restrain himself from fucking into Youngwoon's fist himself to finish the job. "What is it?" Youngwoon said, sounding -- soundin afraid. Tentative. "Do you want me to --"
"No, no, not that," Jungsu said, breathing deeply. "I was -- too soon. I want to --" He looked down at Youngwoon's cock, flushed dark and thick above Jungsu's. He wetted his lips.
Youngwoon's cock twitched. "Fuck," Youngwoon said, low and hoarse, and then he was scrambling back and lying down beside Jungsu, while Jungsu heaved himself up and bent between Youngwoon's legs. Youngwoon's cock was of reasonable length and girth, nothing too intimidating for his first time. Still, Jungsu hesitated a little before leaning down for his first taste, flicking his tongue on the head of Youngwoon's cock. Pre-come glistened on Youngwoon's slit, so Jungsu licked that into his mouth too, and Youngwoon hissed in a breath, his stomach clenching.
Experimentally, Jungsu licked a stripe down the thick vein on the underside of Youngwoon's cock and up again, and Youngwoon's hips jumped.
"Hyung," Youngwoon said shakily. "I need --" And Jungsu wrapped his lips around the crown of Youngwoon's cock, looking up questioningly. Youngwoon swore. When Jungsu went down on Youngwoon, making sure to cover his teeth, Youngwoon tilted his head back against the pillow and parted his lips in a silent moan. Hollowing his cheeks, Jungsu started bobbing his head, increasing in speed when Youngwoon's thighs tensed and his hips trembled. It was sloppy and difficult and he seemed to have lost all control of his salivary glands, but there was just something incredibly erotic about the way Jungsu reduced Youngwoon into such a state of arousal.
"Fuck," Youngwoon gasped, clenching the bed sheets with his fists, straining. "Fucking - God yung, yeah, just like that."
Obligingly, Jungsu kept at it, the head of Youngwoon's cock just shy of hitting the back of his throat at each bob of his head. His jaw ached with the effort of staying open and his gag reflex kept trying to make itself known, but th noises oungwoon was making, all low and husky and choked off -- Jungsu rolled his hips against the mattress, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
Tentatively, Jungsu cradled Youngwoon's balls in his hand, brushing his thumb against the underside of his erection.
"Jungsu," Youngwoon gasped, his hips making an abortive thrust into Jungsu's mouth, and Jungsu slipped off. He took Youngwoon in hand, the spit from his mouth making the slide smooth. All it took was three pulls of his fist, and then Youngwoon was spilling all over Jungsu's hand, white streaks of come decorating Youngwoon's stomach.
While Youngwoon recovered, lying dazed on his back, Jungsu kneeled up and wrapped his fingers around his cock, jerking off hard and fast. When Youngwoon finally came to, Jungsu was already close, his fist just a blur on his cock. "Let me," Youngwoon said, sitting up and pulling Jungsu down, and it was a real testament to just how much hotter it was to have a hand that wasn't his own on his cock when Jungsu's orgasm hit him so fast he didn't see it coming at all.
When Jungsu returned to the land of the living, Youngwoon was on his back, looking completely blissed out.
"Told you it'd be good," Jungsu said smugly.
"Shut up," Youngwoon said. "You're ruining the afterglow."
"What afterglow?" Jungsu said, but he flopped down beside Youngwoon and let out a deeply contented sigh. "So what are we, fuck buddies?"
Youngwoon gave him an inscrutable look. "Would you like us to be?"
Jungsu considered the question. "No?"
Youngwoon relaxed and flashed him a smile. "That would make us...”
"Youngwoon," Jungsu said. "Are we actually talking about this?"
"Well, what do you know," Youngwoon said good-naturedly. "I care about you, hyung. Enough to compare with your mother."
"Gross," Jungsu said, but he leaned in and pecked Youngwoon on the lips. Youngwoon pressed in further, and it was just as they were really getting into it when the alarm rang.
Figured.
"I heard these noises this morning," Donghae confided. Hyukjae looked disturbingly intrigued. Jungsu feared for his life.
"Where?" Youngwoon asked, completely oblivious. Maybe he was just that good of an actor.
"The kitchen," Donghae said mournfully. "I think we've got mice."
Youngwoon shot Jungsu an amused look. "You sure that wasn't Hyukjae rummaging around the fridge for food?"
"We need to stock up on groceries," Ryeowook pitched in.
"Chocopie!" someone said.
"Apples!" another said.
"You kidding? What about the beer?" a third person said, and then everything precipitated into an intricate argument about food and its various virtues.
The rest of the day passed in a similar fashion, with Jungsu and Youngwoon walking around and glowing with such satisfaction that they might as well have been holding up flashing neon signs that read JUST GOT LAID. A couple of times Jungsu caught weird looks from their managers, but other than that the members remained entirely unaware of the previously uncharted ways with which Jungsu and Youngwoon eye-fucked each other.
When they got back home, they waited for everybody to go to bed, after which they stumbled like blind men into Jungsu's room. It was a wonder that Jungsu remembered to close the door and lock it behind him before they both got naked.
The nightmare did not come for Youngwoon that night. It didn't come for him the next, either, or the next, until one week later Jungsu had no choice but to say, in a very pompous sort of tone, that Youngwoon should have listened to him a long time ago.
Youngwoon rolled his eyes and shut him up with a kiss and a very well placed hand.
THE END