The Porcelain Treasure - Too close for comfort
Title: The Porcelain Treasure: Too close for comfort
Author: onthethruway
Pairings: Yoosu, Minsu,
Genre: angst, suspense, supernatural
Rating: nc-17?
Length: ongoing
Summary: The porcelain doll is not dealing well with his situation and the princess is hot on his trail.
The young woman held a newspaper clipping in her hand. She stood in front of the street side café and smiled.
“Sure I can wait tables,” she told the owner. He liked the look of her; tall well built and pretty, but not trashy. He handed her an apron and she went to work.
Yoochun was heavily sedated; his episode had cost him dearly. Changmin did his best to console his friend.
“He didn’t mean it Su. He’s not in his right mind now. Yoochun’s remembering everything and it’s just too painful for him to handle.”
Changmin held Junsu; the older man sobbing. The club owner wiped his friend’s tears. Junsu gasped as Changmin kissed him.
“Not in the hospital Min,” Su scolded his sometime lover.
Changmin smiled.
“Then where?”
The club owner snuggled up to Junsu.
“How can you think of such a thing now with Yoochun all drugged up and looking like he’s been through a war?”
Changmin sighed.
“Let’s peek in on Chun and go for a drink. We need it.”
The two friends walked quietly into Yoochun’s room. They held back their tears; Yoochun’s hands and wrists were tied so he wouldn’t try and hurt himself.
They held his hand; spoke softly to him; words of encouragement and love. Junsu stroked his hair and placed a gentle peck upon his cheek. The two reluctantly left their porcelain prince and headed out for a well earned drink.
They came across a small street side café. Sitting at a small table they ordered some soju; a lovely young waitress taking their order. They talked about the good times and laughed; all the while being watched by the pretty young thing that served them. They gave her a big tip and a smile. They left the café and headed back to the hospital; the pretty waitress watching them until they faded from view. As she cleaned her table, she found something that fell out of the tall man’s wallet. It was a business card:
The Pleasure Palace
Changmin, owner
The young waitress smiled, and spoke under her breath.
“Yoochun. Junsu. Changmin.”
He was the most handsome young man he had ever seen. The Prince was mesmerized by his beauty. Ever since Junsu had come to court, Yoochun couldn’t concentrate on his duties. He shirked them in favor of spending time with his new courtier. Junsu was a happy young man; always smiling and laughing. Oh and what a laugh! It was truly intoxicating. Yoochun found himself spending every waking moment with his new found friend; riding, shooting, even writing poetry. Their chemistry was undeniable. But as the days grew by, Yoochun grew uncomfortable too. His feelings for Junsu went beyond friendship. He began to have emotional breakdowns; crying alone at night; he would lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling. At times he would toss and turn upon his bower; heat rising in his body. Often he would find himself aroused and had to seek release. It was a dark secret he kept to himself. He was in love with another man; he was in love with Junsu.
All alone, with nobody trailing after them, the prince decided to confront Junsu. Unable to express himself with words, the prince grabbed his friend and kissed him hard upon the lips. Within moments they lay upon the grassy meadow, Yoochun’s cherry red mouth feasting upon Junsu’s lips. They did not speak, save to moan each other’s names; silken garb discarded hastily as they made love beneath a shady tree. Yoochun grasp strands of Junsu’s long, flowing hair as he penetrated his lover; the younger man mewling as he felt Yoochun’s arousal inside him for the first time. It would be the beginning of a love that would transcend the ages; a love forbidden and cursed; but at that moment all they knew was bliss.
Yoochun’s hips thrust forward; slow at first; then increased in speed and intensity; his lover shivering in delight with each push. They kissed each other feverishly; hands stroking skin; tongues mimicking the actions of Yoochun’s rigid length. Junsu fisted himself as he felt Yoochun’s sex scrape up against his special spot. He cried out as his release came; Yoochun spilling deep inside his lover a few moments after.
As their hearts slowed, they held each other; nuzzling and kissing; tears flowing freely as the tension had finally gone from their bodies. Sitting beneath the shady tree in the afternoon heat, the Prince made a promise to his lover.
“No matter what happens, I will always be yours. Wherever you go, I will follow. My devotion to you is eternal. I am yours, forever, my Junsu.”
Author: onthethruway
Pairings: Yoosu, Minsu,
Genre: angst, suspense, supernatural
Rating: nc-17?
Length: ongoing
Summary: The porcelain doll is not dealing well with his situation and the princess is hot on his trail.
The young woman held a newspaper clipping in her hand. She stood in front of the street side café and smiled.
“Sure I can wait tables,” she told the owner. He liked the look of her; tall well built and pretty, but not trashy. He handed her an apron and she went to work.
Yoochun was heavily sedated; his episode had cost him dearly. Changmin did his best to console his friend.
“He didn’t mean it Su. He’s not in his right mind now. Yoochun’s remembering everything and it’s just too painful for him to handle.”
Changmin held Junsu; the older man sobbing. The club owner wiped his friend’s tears. Junsu gasped as Changmin kissed him.
“Not in the hospital Min,” Su scolded his sometime lover.
Changmin smiled.
“Then where?”
The club owner snuggled up to Junsu.
“How can you think of such a thing now with Yoochun all drugged up and looking like he’s been through a war?”
Changmin sighed.
“Let’s peek in on Chun and go for a drink. We need it.”
The two friends walked quietly into Yoochun’s room. They held back their tears; Yoochun’s hands and wrists were tied so he wouldn’t try and hurt himself.
They held his hand; spoke softly to him; words of encouragement and love. Junsu stroked his hair and placed a gentle peck upon his cheek. The two reluctantly left their porcelain prince and headed out for a well earned drink.
They came across a small street side café. Sitting at a small table they ordered some soju; a lovely young waitress taking their order. They talked about the good times and laughed; all the while being watched by the pretty young thing that served them. They gave her a big tip and a smile. They left the café and headed back to the hospital; the pretty waitress watching them until they faded from view. As she cleaned her table, she found something that fell out of the tall man’s wallet. It was a business card:
The Pleasure Palace
Changmin, owner
The young waitress smiled, and spoke under her breath.
“Yoochun. Junsu. Changmin.”
He was the most handsome young man he had ever seen. The Prince was mesmerized by his beauty. Ever since Junsu had come to court, Yoochun couldn’t concentrate on his duties. He shirked them in favor of spending time with his new courtier. Junsu was a happy young man; always smiling and laughing. Oh and what a laugh! It was truly intoxicating. Yoochun found himself spending every waking moment with his new found friend; riding, shooting, even writing poetry. Their chemistry was undeniable. But as the days grew by, Yoochun grew uncomfortable too. His feelings for Junsu went beyond friendship. He began to have emotional breakdowns; crying alone at night; he would lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling. At times he would toss and turn upon his bower; heat rising in his body. Often he would find himself aroused and had to seek release. It was a dark secret he kept to himself. He was in love with another man; he was in love with Junsu.
All alone, with nobody trailing after them, the prince decided to confront Junsu. Unable to express himself with words, the prince grabbed his friend and kissed him hard upon the lips. Within moments they lay upon the grassy meadow, Yoochun’s cherry red mouth feasting upon Junsu’s lips. They did not speak, save to moan each other’s names; silken garb discarded hastily as they made love beneath a shady tree. Yoochun grasp strands of Junsu’s long, flowing hair as he penetrated his lover; the younger man mewling as he felt Yoochun’s arousal inside him for the first time. It would be the beginning of a love that would transcend the ages; a love forbidden and cursed; but at that moment all they knew was bliss.
Yoochun’s hips thrust forward; slow at first; then increased in speed and intensity; his lover shivering in delight with each push. They kissed each other feverishly; hands stroking skin; tongues mimicking the actions of Yoochun’s rigid length. Junsu fisted himself as he felt Yoochun’s sex scrape up against his special spot. He cried out as his release came; Yoochun spilling deep inside his lover a few moments after.
As their hearts slowed, they held each other; nuzzling and kissing; tears flowing freely as the tension had finally gone from their bodies. Sitting beneath the shady tree in the afternoon heat, the Prince made a promise to his lover.
“No matter what happens, I will always be yours. Wherever you go, I will follow. My devotion to you is eternal. I am yours, forever, my Junsu.”