On the Other Side of You (1/?)
Title: On the Other Side of You
Author: orionsroad
Rating: Hard R, moving up to NC17 soonish.
Form: Chaptered, 1/?
Pairings: Uhm. YunhoxYoungWoong, Yoosu. For now.
Genre: crack, smut, AU.
Summary: Yunho meets two boys with exactly the same faces, but as different as night and day. Who are they, and why are they everywhere he turns these days?
AN: This is based on the plot bunny by shienri. blurmeese is also doing a version of this fic... so we may start out sounding very much similiar. I think that after the first bit though, we're going to end up with rather different stories. For example, my chapter three is looking to be largely about muffins. ^^; So please also go read Mind games as well! ^_^
University sucked.
This was the conclusion Jung Yunho had come to after a deep contemplation over life, the universe and the frontal lobe during the last 8 hours of lectures, tutorials and all around too-much-work. His head thunked down into his folded arms.
“Why am I doing this again?” He moaned into his arms.
“Because university means you get smart. And you need all the smart you can get Yunho.” His best friend of many years and general unhelpful brat, Park Yoochun informed him. This didn’t sit with Yunho however, and he shook his head against his arms.
“Not good enough.” Was his muffled reply. Yoochun stared at his spiky head of hair for a moment.
“You get smarts so you can get job. Job equal money. Money equal fun. Good enough?” he broke down with a grin. “Plus, of course, all the chicks dig doctors.” He added as an afterthought. Yunho rolled his head sideways to peer up at Yoochun with one eye.
“Chun. We’re not doctors. We’re shrinks. No - we’re not even that yet. We’re wanna-be shrinks.” He whined. Yoochun shrugged.
“What, and when’s that ever stopped you, eh, Casanova?” The younger man said jovially. “And this is what you need after a hard day as a wanna-be quack - a night on the town and a good lay.” Yoochun pronounced, standing up from the hard wooden bench their asses had been subjected to for the last 2 hours. When his friend however did not move, he reached down and forcibly pulled Yunho up by his collar, the latter making small choking noises as he did so.
“Urk, fuck, stop it you moron!” He exclaimed, trying to push Yoochun away. Yoochun let him go, and raised his eyebrows expectantly. Yunho rolled his eyes.
“Fine, fine, whatever. But pick somewhere good this time… Everywhere we’ve been lately has been so dead.” He complained as he picked up his books at the pair of them finally left the lecture hall.
Yoochun tisked and shook his head.
“They’ve not been dead… it’s you, my friend, who has become way too picky. You set the bar too high! What happened to the good old days when you would have a flock of girls hanging off you every night? Why aren’t you netting them like that anymore?” He asked. Yunho scoffed though.
“Well, lets see. There’s the fact that you turned gay on me and that you’re completely whipped…”He started with, which earned him a thump to the side of his head, which he returned with a shove of his shoulder, “And then there’s the fact that all the girls are boring and can’t dance. All the ones that aren’t and can, I’ve already slept with. There’s no one worthwhile left to net!” Yunho listed off dramatically. Yoochun rolled his eyes again.
“Whatever man. You’re just picky.” He maintained. “C’mon. I’ll call Su and we’ll go out tonight. And just for you, we’ll try that new joint, Sky.”
And that’s just what they did. 11 pm saw Yunho, Yoochun and his boyfriend Junsu in the line outside the newest hot club in the area, Sky, paying their cover fees and getting their hands stamped. Junsu was giggling inanely at the bulky security guard that did, Yunho had to admit, bear more then a passing resemblance to a gorilla.
As soon as they got inside, Junsu dragged Yoochun off into a dark corner to ‘dance’ - which was really a none-too-convincing cover name for making-out-in-the-shadows. Yunho didn’t even try to protest. This was half the reason he didn’t do clubs as much anymore. Whenever he went with Yoochun, he was deserted within a few minutes in favour of kanoodling. Why they had to a club to do this, and drag him along too, he wasn’t sure. Looking around at all the girls with their too-short skirts and truckloads of war paint that were making eyes at him, Yunho decided he needed to start off with a stiff drink.
The bar area was packed, bodies jammed up next to each other like sardines. Yunho finally reached the front, ordering a Red Sunshine and passing his money over. A few moments later, the drink came, and Yunho wrinkled his nose in distaste at the candied cherry that rested on top. He liked the cherry vodka, but the actual fruit did not appeal to him. Picking it out by the stem, he wondered if he could just leave it on the counter or what, but before he could come to a decision, he felt a slight tug on the cherry, and, just as he was turning to look, felt warm wetness around the tips of his fingers.
Instead of seeing the cherry he thought he’d been holding, he found his fingers empty in the air… and just behind his fingers, a set of very full, gorgeously plump lips into which a cherry stem was disappearing. Looking upwards slightly, he locked eyes with large liquid pools of chocolate that swirled with mischief and dark promises. Long dark lashes brushed down over snowy skin as the eyes blinked slowly, a small pink tongue coming out to lick over those alluring lips. Yunho felt all breath leave his body, and all noise in the crowded room just went away.
The person beside him was male, and Yunho most generally did not do guys, but Yunho knew he’d never seen such a breathtakingly gorgeous male in his life. Hell, he’d never seen anyone one so gorgeous, male or female. He was exquisite. The seductive pull of his eyes and the inviting lips were part of a greater beauty of pale, glowing skin and dark, feathery ebony hair. He was leaning against the bar with one hip, facing Yunho and pressing up against his side probably more then even the crush at the bar accounted for.
Just as suddenly as the world had seemed to stop for that moment, it started up again, and noise of the club nearly deafened Yunho. The boy smiled coyly at him, and plucked the cherry stem from his mouth, twirling the artificially red stalk which, Yunho noticed with great fascination, now had a double knot tied in its center. Turning for a moment, he then threw back the shot that the bartender placed before him, making an ‘ah’ noise that should have been swallowed by the club but reached Yunho’s ears like a line from a porn movie. He dropped the knotted stem into the shot glass, and then the boy leaned in close to his ear, hand coming to rest over his still hovering one as if to steady himself.
“Finish your drink and come dance with me.” The voice was dusky and hot against his ear, and the curve of those lips promised Yunho much more. And just like that, the boy was gone, swallowed by the crowd as he left the bar.
Yunho’s eyes widened, and he gulped at his drink near fast enough to choke him. He knew the alcohol would hit him like a sledge hammer in a second because of his haste, but all he could think about was finding that boy, and making sure he didn’t get away. Yunho hadn’t been intrigued like this for a long time.
Slamming down his glass, he plunged into the throng, heading towards the dance floor and eyes flicking around the crowd, desperately searching for the gorgeous siren that had beckoned him there. Finally, his eyes lighted on the pale face he was looking for, the boy’s hair shining violet under the erratic lighting where he stood near the edge of the dancing crowd. Their eyes locked again, and the boy smiled coyly, before turning again and heading into the writhing dancers. Yunho surged forward to keep up, not even thinking about how this boy had so easily allured him into dashing (as fast as one could conceivably dash when surrounded by a crazed crowd) around the club foolishly.
He was just able to keep the boy in sight, following through the press of people until the other stopped, having found a spot he liked. He not bother to turn back to face Yunho, instead throwing himself into the music without a care for who was dancing around him. The rise and fall of his hips matched the heady trance of the music that thrummed through the club, and Yunho stood, dumbly transfixed for a few seconds as the boy wound his body around the beat, his smooth, seductive movements acting like a siren call. There were other people eying him as well, although the boy seemed to be ignorant or ignoring them.
Forcing himself out of his daze, Yunho took the last step or so forward, and placed a hand on an undulating hip, letting the skin and cloth slide by his fingers as the boy’s body rolled. The guy looked over his shoulder, dark smoldering eyes gazing laughingly at him, and that small coy smile remained on his face. He finally turned then, and slid his arms up around Yunho’s neck, pressing his body close.
By now, the sudden rush of alcohol with not enough food in his stomach had begun to hit Yunho a little, and he was glad enough to wrap his own arms around the boy’s waist - not only to hold the beauty close to him, but to steady himself. The boy’s body was warm against his own, tucking into Yunho’s body with an ease Yunho found many girls could not match.
The boy could dance, Yunho gave him that. Maybe not as well as Yunho, who had every girl in every club panting after him when he hit the floor, but well enough. He had the oozing sensuality one usually only got with girls, but the boy wore it with confidence and an easy care which Yunho found incredibly sexy. He didn’t seem to care that he was dancing with the star of many a girl’s steamy dreams, or that he’d provoked something very unusual in said star. People were staring at them, no doubt wondering who this person was, and how they’d managed to ensnare one of SMU’s most eligible. Truth be known, Yunho didn’t even know himself, why he was doing this. But the boy felt good against him, smelt like dark coffee and vanilla, and… and he had a really nice ass. Yunho slid his hands up to cup said ass, and the boy didn’t seem to mind at all, letting them roam and squeeze as Yunho pleased, all the while grinding and swaying to the music.
Wondering what he’d get away with, he continued his molestation, running his hands up and down the boy’s thighs and over his backside, and he nuzzled into the side of the guy’s face, nose buried in the soft black hair.
After a while, they backed up off each other slightly, to give themselves a little more room to move. Yunho pulled out some of his moves, for some odd reason trying to impress the impassiveness out of his dancing partner. It didn’t seem to be happening though, as the boy just matched his own movements in with Yunho’s as best he could, winding and grinding and touching enticingly. While Yunho danced like a pro, this guy seduced like one, and Yunho felt himself being drawn more and more to him.
Many songs later, their position had changed so the guy’s back was up against Yunho’s chest, both still dancing with a vengeance to the increasingly thudding music. Yunho felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and tried to pull it out without disrupting their flow. Which was slightly hard, given at how much skin contact they had. He found it was a message from Yoochun, saying they were leaving. He quickly punched back an extremely short message, little more then ‘busy, see you’, and sent it off. He had more… pressing things to concentrate on. However, it seemed like the boy had felt his inattention, and his body shifted a little. Yunho found to his dismay that the boy was pulling away. Shaking his head, he pulled the other back in, only to be greeted by a defiant tilt of the head. They stared at each other for long moments, still against the mass of movement around them. Then, the boy’s face broke into a smirk, and he wound their arms and hands together, turning to leave again but this time tugging Yunho after. The boy lead them away from the bar, away from the dance floor, coming to a dark wall where a door that Yunho hadn’t know existed pushed open, letting in a rush of cool, fresh air and letting the pair of them out into a tiny alley that must have been the back of the club. Yunho couldn’t have cared less where it was really, just that there were no other people around and the seductive siren was with him was more then enough.
There were no words as Yunho slammed the boy up against the nearest bit of wall, pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss to those lips that had been tempting him all night. The boy responded in kind, mouth opening to Yunho and tongue meeting his roughly, both of them devouring each other best they could. Yunho felt arms around his waist, pushing up the bottom of his shirt and hands pressing into the skin of his back. Moaning into the kiss, his own hands strayed the other’s legs, rubbing at the back of his thighs to the curve of his ass. The boy accommodatingly slid a leg forward between Yunho’s, grinding up against his groin and causing both of them to moan, breaking their rough kiss.
Yunho moved straight on to attack the pale, tempting neck, kissing and laving the soft skin. The boy arched into the touch, hands roaming unashamedly all over whatever part of Yunho they could get a hold of. A few seconds later, Yunho let out a surprised gasp, jerking back from the boy a little as deft fingers finished undoing his pants. The boy grave him devilish smile, his pink tongue curling over his teeth wickedly. Before Yunho knew what was happening, the boy had slithered down out of his arms, sinking to kneel while at the same time maneuvering Yunho around so it was he that was up against the wall.
“Ho my - fuck…!” Was all Yunho was able to get out, scrabbling at the wall behind him with his fingers for purchase, because he thought he just might keel over soon. Warm wetness encased his very hard member, gentle pressure surrounding him as the succulent lips he’d been fixated on all night wrapped around him. Sure fingers held him steady as the boy went to work on him with an obvious relish, and a whole lot of talent. Yunho hadn’t felt this sort of rushing, tight ball of lust and want that made his head spin and ears ring in… he couldn’t even remember the last time.
He’d never done anything with a boy before, but damn, if this is what it was like… no wonder Yoochun went skipping over the fence like a fairy. He let out another exclamation as blunt teeth skimmed over his length, sending electric shocks up his spine. Yunho could tell he was going to be embarrassingly quick… the boy was entirely too good with his mouth. He looked down at the dark bobbing head, or tried to, as another wave of pleasure swept through him and caused his eyes to roll back. Only seconds later, he could feel the surge coming, and the suction on him increased. He would have screamed, but it caught in his throat, almost choking him as the pleasure rolled over him, and he exploded, vision going white and his body boneless.
Gasping like a fish out of water, he could feel the boy suckling on him in the aftermath, far more gentle now, while his body screamed at the continued stimulation however ‘gentle’. He felt like collapsing into a little puddle of goo, right then and there, but somehow managed to stay upright, propped against the wall. The boy gave one last lick, and then carefully managed to zip him back up. He slid up the length of Yunho’s body and leaned against him casually, hands on Yunho’s waist and a satisfied smirk on his mouth as he caught Yunho’s eyes deliberately and licked his lips. Yunho groaned again, unable to believe how damn hot this boy was. The boy laughed at his reaction.
“Enjoy that, did you?” He said teasingly, the second sentence to have passed between them. His voice was either quite naturally husky, or he was really pushing the sex kitten thing.
“Very much so.” Yunho managed to say eventually, his breathing slowly returning to normal. The boy smiled wickedly.
“Mmm… I’m glad.”
“What’s your name?” Yunho suddenly asked, and then felt stupid for having such an outburst. The other just laughed again though, smiling knowingly at him.
“You can call me Youngwoong.” He told Yunho, and Yunho rolled the name over his tongue. Youngwoong.
“I’m Yunho.”
“Hmm.” Youngwoong replied, biting at his smile. He might have said more, but there was a loud ‘banging’ noise, and a man came around the corner into the mouth of the alley.
“Hey! You kids aren’t meant to be here!” His voice boomed, and they both jumped guiltily. The man began to come thundering down the alley towards them, and Youngwoong grabbed Yunho’s hand, hauling him off the wall and grabbing at the door back into the club. Yunho could hear him laughing, even as the loud music of the club spilled into the street, and they plunged back into the darkly lit room, the door thudding closed behind them. Youngwoong dropped his hand, and moved into the crowd. Yunho followed, then turned to check the man wasn’t following them any longer. He couldn’t see for all the people though, and thought they must be safe. He grinned at the adrenalin rush that had caused, and turned to say as much to Youngwoong.
But Youngwoong was no where to be seen.
Chapt 2 will be up soon. It's not as long as this... I decided to split this the first part I'd written since it just kept getting longer and longer. >_<;;
Edit: Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Author: orionsroad
Rating: Hard R, moving up to NC17 soonish.
Form: Chaptered, 1/?
Pairings: Uhm. YunhoxYoungWoong, Yoosu. For now.
Genre: crack, smut, AU.
Summary: Yunho meets two boys with exactly the same faces, but as different as night and day. Who are they, and why are they everywhere he turns these days?
AN: This is based on the plot bunny by shienri. blurmeese is also doing a version of this fic... so we may start out sounding very much similiar. I think that after the first bit though, we're going to end up with rather different stories. For example, my chapter three is looking to be largely about muffins. ^^; So please also go read Mind games as well! ^_^
University sucked.
This was the conclusion Jung Yunho had come to after a deep contemplation over life, the universe and the frontal lobe during the last 8 hours of lectures, tutorials and all around too-much-work. His head thunked down into his folded arms.
“Why am I doing this again?” He moaned into his arms.
“Because university means you get smart. And you need all the smart you can get Yunho.” His best friend of many years and general unhelpful brat, Park Yoochun informed him. This didn’t sit with Yunho however, and he shook his head against his arms.
“Not good enough.” Was his muffled reply. Yoochun stared at his spiky head of hair for a moment.
“You get smarts so you can get job. Job equal money. Money equal fun. Good enough?” he broke down with a grin. “Plus, of course, all the chicks dig doctors.” He added as an afterthought. Yunho rolled his head sideways to peer up at Yoochun with one eye.
“Chun. We’re not doctors. We’re shrinks. No - we’re not even that yet. We’re wanna-be shrinks.” He whined. Yoochun shrugged.
“What, and when’s that ever stopped you, eh, Casanova?” The younger man said jovially. “And this is what you need after a hard day as a wanna-be quack - a night on the town and a good lay.” Yoochun pronounced, standing up from the hard wooden bench their asses had been subjected to for the last 2 hours. When his friend however did not move, he reached down and forcibly pulled Yunho up by his collar, the latter making small choking noises as he did so.
“Urk, fuck, stop it you moron!” He exclaimed, trying to push Yoochun away. Yoochun let him go, and raised his eyebrows expectantly. Yunho rolled his eyes.
“Fine, fine, whatever. But pick somewhere good this time… Everywhere we’ve been lately has been so dead.” He complained as he picked up his books at the pair of them finally left the lecture hall.
Yoochun tisked and shook his head.
“They’ve not been dead… it’s you, my friend, who has become way too picky. You set the bar too high! What happened to the good old days when you would have a flock of girls hanging off you every night? Why aren’t you netting them like that anymore?” He asked. Yunho scoffed though.
“Well, lets see. There’s the fact that you turned gay on me and that you’re completely whipped…”He started with, which earned him a thump to the side of his head, which he returned with a shove of his shoulder, “And then there’s the fact that all the girls are boring and can’t dance. All the ones that aren’t and can, I’ve already slept with. There’s no one worthwhile left to net!” Yunho listed off dramatically. Yoochun rolled his eyes again.
“Whatever man. You’re just picky.” He maintained. “C’mon. I’ll call Su and we’ll go out tonight. And just for you, we’ll try that new joint, Sky.”
And that’s just what they did. 11 pm saw Yunho, Yoochun and his boyfriend Junsu in the line outside the newest hot club in the area, Sky, paying their cover fees and getting their hands stamped. Junsu was giggling inanely at the bulky security guard that did, Yunho had to admit, bear more then a passing resemblance to a gorilla.
As soon as they got inside, Junsu dragged Yoochun off into a dark corner to ‘dance’ - which was really a none-too-convincing cover name for making-out-in-the-shadows. Yunho didn’t even try to protest. This was half the reason he didn’t do clubs as much anymore. Whenever he went with Yoochun, he was deserted within a few minutes in favour of kanoodling. Why they had to a club to do this, and drag him along too, he wasn’t sure. Looking around at all the girls with their too-short skirts and truckloads of war paint that were making eyes at him, Yunho decided he needed to start off with a stiff drink.
The bar area was packed, bodies jammed up next to each other like sardines. Yunho finally reached the front, ordering a Red Sunshine and passing his money over. A few moments later, the drink came, and Yunho wrinkled his nose in distaste at the candied cherry that rested on top. He liked the cherry vodka, but the actual fruit did not appeal to him. Picking it out by the stem, he wondered if he could just leave it on the counter or what, but before he could come to a decision, he felt a slight tug on the cherry, and, just as he was turning to look, felt warm wetness around the tips of his fingers.
Instead of seeing the cherry he thought he’d been holding, he found his fingers empty in the air… and just behind his fingers, a set of very full, gorgeously plump lips into which a cherry stem was disappearing. Looking upwards slightly, he locked eyes with large liquid pools of chocolate that swirled with mischief and dark promises. Long dark lashes brushed down over snowy skin as the eyes blinked slowly, a small pink tongue coming out to lick over those alluring lips. Yunho felt all breath leave his body, and all noise in the crowded room just went away.
The person beside him was male, and Yunho most generally did not do guys, but Yunho knew he’d never seen such a breathtakingly gorgeous male in his life. Hell, he’d never seen anyone one so gorgeous, male or female. He was exquisite. The seductive pull of his eyes and the inviting lips were part of a greater beauty of pale, glowing skin and dark, feathery ebony hair. He was leaning against the bar with one hip, facing Yunho and pressing up against his side probably more then even the crush at the bar accounted for.
Just as suddenly as the world had seemed to stop for that moment, it started up again, and noise of the club nearly deafened Yunho. The boy smiled coyly at him, and plucked the cherry stem from his mouth, twirling the artificially red stalk which, Yunho noticed with great fascination, now had a double knot tied in its center. Turning for a moment, he then threw back the shot that the bartender placed before him, making an ‘ah’ noise that should have been swallowed by the club but reached Yunho’s ears like a line from a porn movie. He dropped the knotted stem into the shot glass, and then the boy leaned in close to his ear, hand coming to rest over his still hovering one as if to steady himself.
“Finish your drink and come dance with me.” The voice was dusky and hot against his ear, and the curve of those lips promised Yunho much more. And just like that, the boy was gone, swallowed by the crowd as he left the bar.
Yunho’s eyes widened, and he gulped at his drink near fast enough to choke him. He knew the alcohol would hit him like a sledge hammer in a second because of his haste, but all he could think about was finding that boy, and making sure he didn’t get away. Yunho hadn’t been intrigued like this for a long time.
Slamming down his glass, he plunged into the throng, heading towards the dance floor and eyes flicking around the crowd, desperately searching for the gorgeous siren that had beckoned him there. Finally, his eyes lighted on the pale face he was looking for, the boy’s hair shining violet under the erratic lighting where he stood near the edge of the dancing crowd. Their eyes locked again, and the boy smiled coyly, before turning again and heading into the writhing dancers. Yunho surged forward to keep up, not even thinking about how this boy had so easily allured him into dashing (as fast as one could conceivably dash when surrounded by a crazed crowd) around the club foolishly.
He was just able to keep the boy in sight, following through the press of people until the other stopped, having found a spot he liked. He not bother to turn back to face Yunho, instead throwing himself into the music without a care for who was dancing around him. The rise and fall of his hips matched the heady trance of the music that thrummed through the club, and Yunho stood, dumbly transfixed for a few seconds as the boy wound his body around the beat, his smooth, seductive movements acting like a siren call. There were other people eying him as well, although the boy seemed to be ignorant or ignoring them.
Forcing himself out of his daze, Yunho took the last step or so forward, and placed a hand on an undulating hip, letting the skin and cloth slide by his fingers as the boy’s body rolled. The guy looked over his shoulder, dark smoldering eyes gazing laughingly at him, and that small coy smile remained on his face. He finally turned then, and slid his arms up around Yunho’s neck, pressing his body close.
By now, the sudden rush of alcohol with not enough food in his stomach had begun to hit Yunho a little, and he was glad enough to wrap his own arms around the boy’s waist - not only to hold the beauty close to him, but to steady himself. The boy’s body was warm against his own, tucking into Yunho’s body with an ease Yunho found many girls could not match.
The boy could dance, Yunho gave him that. Maybe not as well as Yunho, who had every girl in every club panting after him when he hit the floor, but well enough. He had the oozing sensuality one usually only got with girls, but the boy wore it with confidence and an easy care which Yunho found incredibly sexy. He didn’t seem to care that he was dancing with the star of many a girl’s steamy dreams, or that he’d provoked something very unusual in said star. People were staring at them, no doubt wondering who this person was, and how they’d managed to ensnare one of SMU’s most eligible. Truth be known, Yunho didn’t even know himself, why he was doing this. But the boy felt good against him, smelt like dark coffee and vanilla, and… and he had a really nice ass. Yunho slid his hands up to cup said ass, and the boy didn’t seem to mind at all, letting them roam and squeeze as Yunho pleased, all the while grinding and swaying to the music.
Wondering what he’d get away with, he continued his molestation, running his hands up and down the boy’s thighs and over his backside, and he nuzzled into the side of the guy’s face, nose buried in the soft black hair.
After a while, they backed up off each other slightly, to give themselves a little more room to move. Yunho pulled out some of his moves, for some odd reason trying to impress the impassiveness out of his dancing partner. It didn’t seem to be happening though, as the boy just matched his own movements in with Yunho’s as best he could, winding and grinding and touching enticingly. While Yunho danced like a pro, this guy seduced like one, and Yunho felt himself being drawn more and more to him.
Many songs later, their position had changed so the guy’s back was up against Yunho’s chest, both still dancing with a vengeance to the increasingly thudding music. Yunho felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and tried to pull it out without disrupting their flow. Which was slightly hard, given at how much skin contact they had. He found it was a message from Yoochun, saying they were leaving. He quickly punched back an extremely short message, little more then ‘busy, see you’, and sent it off. He had more… pressing things to concentrate on. However, it seemed like the boy had felt his inattention, and his body shifted a little. Yunho found to his dismay that the boy was pulling away. Shaking his head, he pulled the other back in, only to be greeted by a defiant tilt of the head. They stared at each other for long moments, still against the mass of movement around them. Then, the boy’s face broke into a smirk, and he wound their arms and hands together, turning to leave again but this time tugging Yunho after. The boy lead them away from the bar, away from the dance floor, coming to a dark wall where a door that Yunho hadn’t know existed pushed open, letting in a rush of cool, fresh air and letting the pair of them out into a tiny alley that must have been the back of the club. Yunho couldn’t have cared less where it was really, just that there were no other people around and the seductive siren was with him was more then enough.
There were no words as Yunho slammed the boy up against the nearest bit of wall, pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss to those lips that had been tempting him all night. The boy responded in kind, mouth opening to Yunho and tongue meeting his roughly, both of them devouring each other best they could. Yunho felt arms around his waist, pushing up the bottom of his shirt and hands pressing into the skin of his back. Moaning into the kiss, his own hands strayed the other’s legs, rubbing at the back of his thighs to the curve of his ass. The boy accommodatingly slid a leg forward between Yunho’s, grinding up against his groin and causing both of them to moan, breaking their rough kiss.
Yunho moved straight on to attack the pale, tempting neck, kissing and laving the soft skin. The boy arched into the touch, hands roaming unashamedly all over whatever part of Yunho they could get a hold of. A few seconds later, Yunho let out a surprised gasp, jerking back from the boy a little as deft fingers finished undoing his pants. The boy grave him devilish smile, his pink tongue curling over his teeth wickedly. Before Yunho knew what was happening, the boy had slithered down out of his arms, sinking to kneel while at the same time maneuvering Yunho around so it was he that was up against the wall.
“Ho my - fuck…!” Was all Yunho was able to get out, scrabbling at the wall behind him with his fingers for purchase, because he thought he just might keel over soon. Warm wetness encased his very hard member, gentle pressure surrounding him as the succulent lips he’d been fixated on all night wrapped around him. Sure fingers held him steady as the boy went to work on him with an obvious relish, and a whole lot of talent. Yunho hadn’t felt this sort of rushing, tight ball of lust and want that made his head spin and ears ring in… he couldn’t even remember the last time.
He’d never done anything with a boy before, but damn, if this is what it was like… no wonder Yoochun went skipping over the fence like a fairy. He let out another exclamation as blunt teeth skimmed over his length, sending electric shocks up his spine. Yunho could tell he was going to be embarrassingly quick… the boy was entirely too good with his mouth. He looked down at the dark bobbing head, or tried to, as another wave of pleasure swept through him and caused his eyes to roll back. Only seconds later, he could feel the surge coming, and the suction on him increased. He would have screamed, but it caught in his throat, almost choking him as the pleasure rolled over him, and he exploded, vision going white and his body boneless.
Gasping like a fish out of water, he could feel the boy suckling on him in the aftermath, far more gentle now, while his body screamed at the continued stimulation however ‘gentle’. He felt like collapsing into a little puddle of goo, right then and there, but somehow managed to stay upright, propped against the wall. The boy gave one last lick, and then carefully managed to zip him back up. He slid up the length of Yunho’s body and leaned against him casually, hands on Yunho’s waist and a satisfied smirk on his mouth as he caught Yunho’s eyes deliberately and licked his lips. Yunho groaned again, unable to believe how damn hot this boy was. The boy laughed at his reaction.
“Enjoy that, did you?” He said teasingly, the second sentence to have passed between them. His voice was either quite naturally husky, or he was really pushing the sex kitten thing.
“Very much so.” Yunho managed to say eventually, his breathing slowly returning to normal. The boy smiled wickedly.
“Mmm… I’m glad.”
“What’s your name?” Yunho suddenly asked, and then felt stupid for having such an outburst. The other just laughed again though, smiling knowingly at him.
“You can call me Youngwoong.” He told Yunho, and Yunho rolled the name over his tongue. Youngwoong.
“I’m Yunho.”
“Hmm.” Youngwoong replied, biting at his smile. He might have said more, but there was a loud ‘banging’ noise, and a man came around the corner into the mouth of the alley.
“Hey! You kids aren’t meant to be here!” His voice boomed, and they both jumped guiltily. The man began to come thundering down the alley towards them, and Youngwoong grabbed Yunho’s hand, hauling him off the wall and grabbing at the door back into the club. Yunho could hear him laughing, even as the loud music of the club spilled into the street, and they plunged back into the darkly lit room, the door thudding closed behind them. Youngwoong dropped his hand, and moved into the crowd. Yunho followed, then turned to check the man wasn’t following them any longer. He couldn’t see for all the people though, and thought they must be safe. He grinned at the adrenalin rush that had caused, and turned to say as much to Youngwoong.
But Youngwoong was no where to be seen.
Chapt 2 will be up soon. It's not as long as this... I decided to split this the first part I'd written since it just kept getting longer and longer. >_<;;
Edit: Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7