Missed Connections: Chapter 8
Title: Missed Connections: Chapter 8
Pairing: Junbros, Taecyeon/Chansung
Rating :PG-13
Summary: Christmas Time arrives for the boys
Warnings: strong language, boys making out
Junho's trying to press his key into the lock when Junsu presses against him, trapping him against the wall. He's careful not to disturb the brown bag of groceries cradled in Junho's arm as he presses his lips to the younger man's throat, nipping gently at the expanse of skin as Junho tilts his head to a side. His hands find Junho's hips and he pulls the younger boy closer as his tongue finds the sensitiive spot at the junction where neck meets shoulder. Junho trembles against him and lets go of the key to run his hand through Junsu's hair. He tugs at Junsu's hair with a quiet moan as Junsu's tongue leaves his collar bone to claim his lips.
"Hyung, I thought it was bigger than that!"
Junho gives Junsu a gentle push and glances towards the door. Had Chansung really just said that? Chansung and Taecyeon were supposed to be starting on the decorating whilst Junho and Junsu got groceries, the four having opted to spend Christmas at Junho's apartment. Junsu quirks a brow and reaches towards the door, one hand still at Junho's hip. "Just help me get it up, will you?" Taecyeon growls at the youngest and Junho's eyebrows meet his hair line as he notices the blush that begins to tint Junsu's cheeks. There's a dull thud from inside the apartment and Taecyeon grunts. "Get it up yourself, old timer" Junho's beginning to feel slightly naucious and burries his head against Junsu's shoulder to try and block out their voices. Junsu pats his back then slowly opens the door, careful to be as quiet as possible. "Yah!! Don't poke me with that, Pabo!" Junho's hands fly to his ears, trying in vain to block out Chansung's shouts as Junsu ushers him inside, quickly pulling the door closed behind him. He didn't want to give the neighbours anything to complain about.
"Yah! you two better not be naked or you're paying to have my sofa cleaned" Junho covers his eyes as he pokes his head into the living room. Junsu takes the bag of groceries from him and pushes him further into the room. When he finally opens his eyes the two taller men are stood in the corner of his living room on either side of a small christmas tree. Junho sighs in relief but doesn't miss the way that Chansung flushes a bright red. He moves towards them and brushes his fingers over the thin needles of the small tree, breathing in the pine scent. "Hyung, it is kind of small" Taecyeon rolls his eyes in response and reaches for the nearest decoration. His fingers close around a length of gold tinsel and he throws it at the two younger men, watching as it curls around Junho's neck. Chansung joins in, grabbing for a string of fairy lights.
By the time Junsu steps out of the kitchen, Junho is hog tied on the floor. Taecyeon has dissapeared somewhere and Chansung is sporting a pair of stuffed reindeer antlers. Junho wriggles on the floor at Chansung's feet, face flushed and whimpering as the youngest of the group looks down at him. Junsu notes that the look Chansung casts his boyfriend is hungry and had he not known the younger boy so well he'd of been suspicious, but this is Chansung and he probably is hungry. He turns back to the kitchen and finds a bag of dried mangos then moves quickly back into the living room. "Yah! You're such a beast. Get your paws off my boyfriend and eat these, Chan-bear" Junsu chuckles and throws the fruit to Chansung before proceeding to rescue his boyfriend. Taecyeon appears from the bathroom and beelines for Chansung, and more importantly the food.
Junsu lifts Junho over his shoulder and makes his way towards Junho's bedroom, carefully dropping the boy onto the bed. He fights the blush that warms his neck and cheeks as he pulls a small bauble from Junho's mouth that Chansung had inventively used as a gag and the younger man wails the moment he's able to breath properly again. "Yah!! I thought he was going to eat me, Hyung. He had this look in his eyes" Junsu just laughs at his boyfriend and begins untangling the fairy lights and tinsel. Once he's finished the younger boy sighs and shakes his limbs, spread eagle across the bed as he tries to get his blood flow back to normal. Junho's sweater has ridden up to expose toned abs and golden skin and Junsu's never seen something so appealing or at least that's what he thinks until Junho's eyes travel the length of Junsu's body, lips curling at the edges in a confident smirk.
His fingers twitch, arm moving forwards as though to reach for the boy on the bed but Junsu takes a step back towards the door instead. He's wants to join Junho, crawl over him and attach his lips to that sweet spot at Junho's neck but Chansung and Taecyeon are still in the living room and he's sure that once they start something he won't be able to stop. "Maybe I should go check on them; make sure they haven't eaten the tree yet" Junsu lets out a chuckle that stops in his throat and pitches as he turns away, thoughts of cold showers and Taecyeon's mango shirt running through his head to try and supress the blood beginning to flow south.
"Hyung, I think the tree will be safe for a little while longer. Why don't you come sit here with me, ne?" Junsu freezes, hand on the doorknob and all thoughts of Taecyeon's hideous shirt fly out the window at the tone of Junho's voice. When did Junho become such a tease? He glances over his shoulder to see Junho sitting up, sweater on the floor, shirt pulled up and the hem between his teeth. Junsu turns around, pressing his back to the door as he takes in the sight of his boyfriend, toned muscles bulging beneath golden skin. Junho's head tilts to a side and he pats the blanket and Junsu feels his resolve cave. Junho's smile splits his face in half when Junsu steps closer and he sinks backwards onto his elbows, brown eyes following Junsu's body. Junho lets the hem of his shirt drop from his mouth as he runs his tongue over his lower lip, eyes narrowed and slightly darker than usual. It sends a thrill down Junsu's spine and he crosses his arms over his torso, tugging at the hem of his own shirt. His brain fogs and for the few moments it takes for him to reach the bed all he can think about is dark colour of Junho's nipples and the swell of his lips. He gets his own sweater half way off and one knee on the bed when he comes to his senses, much to Junho's dissapointment.
Junsu blinks rapidly as if the mere movement would dispell the lust from his brain. It doesn't really work but looking at the boy infront of him makes his jeans feel more snug and his chest constrict in a way that sets off alarm bells in his head. "We- We better go check on them before Chansung thinks up more inventive uses for the decorations" Junsu clears his throat, voice higher than it was in his teens. Junho's smile faulters in a way that makes Junsu's chest constrict in a way that's completely different to the earlier tightening and for a moment he wants to change his mind again. Junho straightens before he gets chance, pulling the hem of his shirt down and somehow wiggling back into the sweater in a matter of seconds. His fingers curl around the back of Junsu's neck and pulls him into a kiss that leaves the older of the two light headed and flushed. "You know, Junsu-ah, you're such a tease sometimes" Junsu watches Junho's lips form the words, watches the pink tongue that darts out to wet his lips and the white teeth that press into his plump lower lip and it takes a while for the words to settle in. Junho swats Junsu on the ass as he walks passed.
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Boxing day finds Junho passed out on the sofa, half naked and exhausted from a day of particullarly grueling classes filled with uninterested kids. It's a small project that Rain has set up and several of his more favoured dancers, including Junho, are working with kids in Seoul for the day before Junho returns to his usual teaching. He uses Junsu's thigh as a pillow and practically purrs in his sleep as Junsu's fingers massage his scalp. With the exception of Christmas and it's eve, he's not had any breaks from the Asia wide tour and it shows in the way he curls into a ball the moment Junsu eases him onto the sofa. Junsu's counting down the days till Junho finally gets a week long break, hoping his partner will use the time to sleep. Junho shifts in his sleep, curls his hand around Junsu's thigh and snuggles closer to the other boy.
There's an american comedy show on the tv and Junsu is just starting to fall asleep when the front door of Junho's apartment unlocks with an audiable click. He blinks and straightens, chest suddenly tight as panic sets in. He's unsure as to whether or not he should wake the younger man but his decision is made when he hears the door open and soft voices filter from the hallway. He shakes Junho by the shoulders and the dancer merely clutches his thigh tighter, pressing his face closer. He reaches across the couch and gives Junho's ass a hard slap, fingers tingling from the contact with hard muscle. He flexes his fingers and decides against slapping the boy for a second time, no matter how much he might want to. The intruders are upon them before he has a chance to try a third method of waking the boy.
"Jun - Oh my!" A woman Junsu estimates to be in her mid forties freezes in the archway, a man of a similar age pausing just behind her. Junsu doesn't know who they are but it's clear they know Junho and he's all too aware of the fact that he's in sweats and a wifebeater and his boyfriend is wearing even less. "Who are you?" The woman puts her hands on her hips as she takes in the appearance of the two. Her hair is thick and curls ever so slightly around her ears in the same way Junho's does and he notices how small and rich her eyes are. The man appears to be equally as good looking with a wide, slightly squashed looking nose and a pair of thick lips that make Junsu realise he's staring into the faces of Junho's parents. Shit.
"I'm Kim Junsu" He says as he carefully slides out from beneath Junho, putting a pillow in his place. Mrs Lee watches in corncern as her son curls up further into himself, a low and needy whine escaping him as though he knows Junsu has gone. "I'm sorry he's like this. He's not had a break since he got back from the tour" Junsu pulls a blanket from the back of the couch and covers Junho's bare skin before guiding Mr and Mrs Lee into the kitchen, instantly pulling out 3 mugs. "He works so hard" Mrs Lee sighs, watching her son from the doorway. Her husband remains silent, watching the way Junsu expertedly manouvers around Junho's kitchen with ease.
"You're a friend of his?" She asks once Junsu hands her a steaming cup of coffee. He leans against the countertop, nursing his own whilst Mrs Lee takes a seat besides her husband at the kitchen table. Junsu's not sure what Junho has told his parents so he simply nods and takes a sip of his coffee. "We bumped into each other on the train and he leant me his hat. It turned out that I work with his best friend" Mrs Lee nods enthusiactically and besides her Junsu can see Mr Lee mouth Chansung's name in recognition. The conversation continues for a while, Mrs Lee asking questions about Junsu's life and the odd question about her own son's well being. She's friendly and welcoming, enough so that by the time Junsu thinks it's time he should leave she's asked that he call her Lee-Mamma.
He helps Mr Lee carry their bags to the guest room, leaving them to settle themselves in whilst he attends to Junho's sleeping form. The boy sleeps soundly, even as Junsu carries him to bed and carefully tucks him under the multitude of blankets. Mrs Lee watches from the doorway as the handsome young man tenderly brushes the hair from his eyes and presses a kiss to Junho's forehead. She watches silently as Junsu bends further, pulling the blankets to Junho's chin. "I'm sorry I can't stay but I'll make it up to you later" Junsu presses a kiss to the corner of Junho's lips and turns away to adjust his pillows and check the polar bear alarm clock on his night stand. Mrs Lee doesn't miss the smile that spreads across her sons lips. She hurries back to the guest room and Junsu knocks on the door a few minutes later, fully clothed with a bag slung over his shoulder.
"It was nice meeting you both. I'm glad you were able to come a little earlier than planned, he missed you both yesterday" Mrs Lee pulls him into a tight hug, a hand smoothing the back of his hair before she kisses his cheek and pulls away. "I'm glad my son has such kind friends. You will join us for dinner one day, yes? and bring Chansung-ah too!" Mr Lee gave a silent wave of goodnight as he stepped out of the ensuite bathroom and Junsu smiled, first to Mr Lee and then to his wife. "We'll be there" Mrs Lee pulled him into a second hug, squealing delightedly and led Junsu out. She felt bad for disturbing the boy's time with her son but she'd correct things tomorrow once she got a confession from her son.
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Junho wakes up the next morning to the buzzing of his alarm clock, slightly disorientated and burries himself under the covers. The bed is warm and the smell of breakfast wafts through the house. It's the second morning in a row he's woken up to the smell of breakfast and in that moment he decides that even if he wakes up alone, Junsu is definitely invited to stay over more often. He doesn't remember much from the previous night, remembers dancing with ungrateful brats and a few girls that were only there to drool at the hot dancers then curling up on the sofa with Junsu. His toes brush fabric that's a thicker density to his sheets and he shifts around till he's able to wriggle from under the covers and hold the article to the light. On inspection he realises that it's Junsu's night shirt and presses his nose to it; breathing in Junsu's scent. Junho purrs for a moment, sinking back under the covers with Junsu's tee-shirt wrapped loosely around his head.
He shakes himself awake and rolls out of bed, stretching his arms above his head till the few pressure spots in his spine pop. He folds the shirt and places it beneath Junsu's pillow, pausing for a moment to grasp his stomach as his brain finally registers the smell of food and his stomach growls. His feet lead him towards the kitchen and he scrubs at his eyes with his hands. "Hyung, it smells great but I'd rather have you back in b-Mwo? Umma?!" Junho yelps and jumps backwards on instrinct. His shoulder hits the doorframe and he slides on the laminate, landing on his face. It's his father that helps him up with a tight grip on his shoulders.
"Were you expecting someone else, dear? Perhaps that nice young man from last night, Junsu-yah?" Junho's father pushes him into a chair at the kitchen table with perfect timing as his mother begins dishing out food. Her eyes twinkle as she watches her son blush and Junho knows that she'll never let him live this down. "Ne, Where is Junsu-Hyung?" Junho glances towards the living room and feels his stomach drop as he realises there's no sign of his boyfriend. He catches his mother's eyes as he looks back to his plate, carefully picking up the egg toast she'd prepared. "He left after he carried you to your room. He's awefully strong. Is there anything you want to tell me- us, dear?" Junho watches the way his mother curls her fingers around his father's wrist, the man instantly moving his hand so that he can interlink their fingers. Junho stares at their hands for a few moments, thankful that his parents still love each other after all this time.
"We kept bumping into each other on the train and he finally asked me out for lunch the day I had the jacket shoot. I missed the date so I waited for him at the station and he was kind enough to give me a second chance. He's a really nice guy. He works with Chansung-ah and he's a singer. His voice is amazing" Junho can feel the slow heat creeping up the back of his neck and spreading across his face. His mother squeals in delight, clasping her hands together. "Why didn't you tell us?" The sparkle doesn't fade from her eyes as she gestures for him to take a bite of his food, giving him time to think before he answered.
"Well we only made things official just before I went on the tour so I never really got the chance to tell you" Junho blushes, a little embarressed as the guilt sinks in. His mother reaches forwards and pulls his hand into hers, patting his arm in a motherly fashion. "Honey, it's ok. We're just glad that you've found someone and he seems so wonderful. I hope you don't mind but I asked him to come for dinner with us one day" Mrs Lee patts Junho's father's hand before finally starting on her own meal and Junho flashes a smile to let her know that he doesn't mind her inviting Junsu for a meal. A small part of him wonders if Junsu is ok with meeting his parents so early in their relationship but he can't say that he really minds. His parents seem to love Junsu already. They settle into a comfortable silence and Junho reaches for his glass of orange juice, savouring the tang of it.
Junho misses the hint of mischeif in his father's eyes as he watches Junho lift the glass to his lips. He waits a beat before uttering his first words to his son that morning. "Have you and Junsu-yah had sex yet?" Junho is taken by complete surprise, the evidence of this being the orange juice now dripping from his mother's curls
Notes: Smut will come soon!!