Mile High Club - YooWook
I had noticed his eyes on me a few times, at first I was just looking around inquisitively, but then, as every time I noticed those dark eyes staring so intently, I started peeking.
I thought maybe there was something else he was looking at, maybe there was a nice airhostess stood by me, or a food trolley! But no… he’s looking at me! He doesn’t even flinch when I catch him, he just keeps staring!
I know I’m blushing, I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I fidget a little, no one’s ever really looked at me like that. His face doesn’t break into a smile, he’s not trying to communicate in anyway, Jesus is there something on my face?! Have Eunhyuk and Donghae stuck a “stare at me, I get creeped out easily” sticker on my back?!
No… okay I felt my back for it. This is it, I’m going to stare back, see how you like that… Micky Yoochun.
Yoochun smirks as those fiery eyes glare back at him, the guys lips tightly pursed as the bridge of his nose crinkles, its rather adorable. Yet still he stares back at him.
Sat on an airplane there’s not much Ryeowook can do about it, sat with his friends around he thinks for a moment of asking someone to swap seats with him, when he sees Micky Yoochun move.
The older man still holds his eyes as he reaches down and unclips his seatbelt, smirking as he sees the boy’s confused eyes lower, before springing back to him.
Capturing his gaze again, Yoochun gestures his head to the side , the soft brown curls that sit by his cheeks bounce lightly as he again gestures to Ryeowook, nudging his head towards the small part of corridor, part blocked out by a pale blue curtain, behind it a coffee station, bathroom and chair for an airhostess.
Ryeowook blinks as he sees the tall, lean man stand, his eyes finally off him as he mumbles a quick word to his companions, before disappearing behind the curtain. Dressed in dark jeans and a low dipping top with his chest peeking out, he looks the perfect vision of handsomeness, making Ryeowook wonder even more what he could possibly want with him.
Soon enough curiosity gets the better of him as Ryeowook unclips himself and rises from his chair, dressed in baggy three quarter lengths and a rather adorable yellow Goofy t-shirt.
A light frown resting on his brow as Ryeowook slides past the curtain, unnoticed as Heechul’s loud voice seemed to be taking everyone’s attention. Her turns his head a little, searching for the man he’d followed when behind him a hand closes the curtain the full way, and Ryeowook turns, a little startled, to see a smirking Micky Yoochun.
“Y-yah!” Ryeowook stammers as he tries to remain indignant in the face of someone who seems to find it more and more funny. “Why are you looking at me! It’s not very polite you know!”
But instead of getting the apologies he feels he deserves, Yoochun just chuckles lightly, dropping his hand from the curtain as he takes a step closer to him.
“I thought you liked being watched… Ryeowook-ah”
The name drips from his tongue with his deep, rich voice as his eyes lower, seemingly drinking in all of Ryeowook’s appearance and not bothering a dot to hide it.
“W-w-what?” A tremble runs through Ryeowook’s voice as he blinks up at him, stumbling backwards as Yoochun keeps advancing on him, that mischievous look in his eye, like a cat having found a half dead bird to play with. There’s no way out as his back softly meets the ply board wall behind him.
“Or is it only through webcams…?”
Ryeowook gasps as the penny drops. His chocolate eyes doubling in size as they fill with a mixture of shock and horror.
“H-how…. How do you know?” He whispers, half afraid of the answer. If he knows, who else could?!
Yoochun’s smirk just widens as he enjoys the panic unfolding within the smaller male. “I wasn’t sure, though I thought I’d recognise that ass anywhere… you just confirmed it for me”
His broad hand reaches out and grabs a fistful of Ryeowook’s ass, not all that lightly as the boy yelps and scrambles a little against the wall.
How could he be so stupid?! To give it away like that… when he’d put in so much effort to keep his identity a secret, the masks, the backdrop, yet here he is, someone who seems intent on giving Ryeowook hell knowing his deepest, darkest secret.
It had just started on a whim, he was bored, he’d seen the advert. But now he’s the biggest thing on the site, hundreds of subscribers and an alter-ego, a dirty secret that always kept him excited…
“You don’t recognise me Ryeowook-ah?” Yoochun’s voice pulls him back from the depths of his panic, low and whispered into his ear as the others larger body had pressed in closer.
“I’m your biggest fan… don’t you remember?”
Ryeowook’s eyes again dilate as this time soft lips start kissing down the nape of his neck and it all slots into place.
“Y-you… you’re MickyMouse500!?”
Another chuckle vibrates against his ear, making Ryeowook shiver as a nose runs the path lips had just kissed.
“Well done”
Yoochun pulls back, this time a glint in his eye and Ryeowook is filled with the same excitement of his first online strip show, this might even be more so as he feels a hand glide up his back, against his skin and under his t-shirt.
Behind him there’s a click and in a flash Yoochun has them both bundled into the small toilet cubicle. Ryeowook again pinned up against the wall in the dim, yellow light from a cheap bulb. Their faces close, hot breaths mingling as they stare at each other, noses near touching. Silence between them but for the distant hum of the engine and far away chatter.
Then, as if the silence and staring looks had confirmed something, they both spring into action. As Yoochun leans down to find Ryeowook’s lips, they find his own. Instantly parting to welcome a deep and passionate kiss.
Ryeowook’s fingers thread into the other singer’s thick, bouncy hair as his back again meets the wall, yet this time harder, knocking a little air from him as his lips part to catch a breath, pausing in the kiss as they’re still ravished by another hungry pair.
Large hands clamp onto his hips, then his waist, his ass, back, chest, as if they’re not sure what they want to touch first, but they want to feel all of it.
Yoochun had watched the body wiggle on screen for long enough, now he wants to claim all of it.
Ryeowook feels a deep groan from the others chest rumble against his own as he starts to grind against him, feeling the man’s hardness press against him as he needily nibbles on his lips. His own kiss muffled moans joining them.
The moans giving Yoochun courage and conviction as soon he can think of nothing more than screwing this little tease into the wall, thirty thousand feet in the air, mile high club style.
Eager hands start attacking buttons in a flurry of movement as both boys look down between them, their arms crossed as they seek to undo each other’s trousers.
Ryeowook’s nimble fingers manage it first, the button un-popping and the zip giving up no extra resistance, until soon he’s tugging the trousers down enough to expose the large, impressive bulge in the taller man’s light grey boxers.
Yoochun’s thick and fumbly fingers are finding it more difficult as he curses under his breath as the small button fights him. He’s moments away from giving it a good ripping tug, when Ryeowook leans back and helps, the button flying undone and the loose fitting trousers falling to the ground, leaving Ryeowook in his yellow and white Pikachu briefs.
Dam… Yoochun’s seen those briefs before and it ignites a hunger inside of him.
He reaches down, tracing a finger over the bump within them, his own pulsating as Ryeowook lets out a whimpered moan and Yoochun decides to let a pause stretch in this frenzied situation, to appreciate what he’s about to receive.
He takes hold of Ryeowook’s t-shirt and lifts it, placing Ryeowook’s hands up near his chin he makes the boy hold up his own shirt, keeping his chest bare to Yoochun’s hungry gaze. It’s like a private show, well worth the won he spent watching the layers come off beforehand.
His slightly rough fingertips run down the soft, smooth and silken chest that seems so slight now it’s in front of him. One tip playing with the nub of his hardened, caramel coloured nipple. Basking in the squeaked whimpers that fall from Ryeowook’s trembling lips, as he watches the patch of material over the tip of his cock darken as it seeps with liquid.
“Mnnmh… Yoochun-ah”
Ryeowook’s whisper pulls him back as he turns his eyes back up to look at his flushed face and this time is more in awe at the sight, then his usual cocky smirk.
Nodding he understands and in a rush of passion with delicate, quite proceedings forgotten he scoops Ryeowook’s thin body up and has him pressed against the wall, between his body and with his thin, trembling legs wrapped around his waist in no time. The briefs are pulled from him and Ryeowook preys Yoochun remembered to lock the door.
His brain works in overdrive for a moment, still muffled with lust as he tries to find something to make this easier, and behind him is just the thing.
Leaning back he reaches out, using the pump he covers his two, thick fingers with peach smelling soap before pulling back, and attacking Ryeowook’s lips.
Ryeowook squeaks into the kiss as he feels the finger slide in with the odd wiggle. Sinking into his tight opening to the knuckle, where Yoochun pauses before he starts to push harder against the sensitive ring and has Ryeowook’s insides doing back flips, moaning so wantonly Yoochun has to again claim his lips to keep him quiet.
Soon he has two, then three, deep within the boy, working together to open him up as Yoochun watches Ryeowook’s reaction in amassment.
Here he was, expecting whimpers of pain, begs to stop, but the boys loving it. His hands scratching along the shiny ply wood of the wall as his hips work with him. Panting and moaning as he occasionally pulls Yoochun in for a deep, breath taking kiss, only to throw him away moments later with a silent cry, his head thrown back in soundless ecstasy.
Yet with each ripple of his flat abdomen, every time Ryeowook whined for more or opened his eyes to fix Yoochun with that misty, lust filled look, it wore down Yoochun’s patience until finally it broke and with a denied growl he slid his fingers from him and fervently grabbed at the hem of his own boxers to free his own painfully hard cock.
Where it any other circumstance he would revel in the noises spilling from Ryeowook as he entered him in one, swift movement, but right now they could get them found out, so regrettably he again occupies his lips as Ryeowook’s panted breaths prohibit his feeble attempt to join in.
“Dammit” Yoochun curses in desire hotly against Ryeowook’s flushed neck as he buries his face, the hot tightness wiping his mind of any other thought then move.
Time is of the essence, they don’t have much of it, so Yoochun wastes no time in picking up his pace, starting softly and with Ryeowook’s muffled moans building, so does his speed, his force and his ferocity .
Soon they’re moving in synchrony, as Yoochun thrusts up without fail those hips push down and a chocked moan erupts from the other. Ryeowook heels in the base of his back, pushing for more as his nails scratch at his shoulders, felt even through his shirt.
How can people not hear that? The bump, bump as Ryeowook’s hips meet the wall with each thrust, the moans, the whines, the grunts and the yes-yeses.
Ryeowook can feel the other singer’s strong arms, the muscles tensed as he holds him up. The sculpted abdomen brushing against his length that’s trapped between them, and the sight of his flushed face, the almost Mediterranean look of him with wisps of dark, messy hair sticking to his strong brow and those noises, so deep and rumbling as he groans and curses with the pleasure of being inside of him, it’s all perfect.
As Ryeowook is teetering, he feels the change in Yoochun. How his grip tightens on his hips and he starts slamming in, relentlessly as he too feels close to that impending moment of heaven.
“Shit… Wookie” For the first time he uses the name so many others do as he pounds and pounds, only just aware of the wall behind them actually creaking now and Ryeowook’s cries fail to be muffled and God, this is just how Yoochun loves it.
Ryeowook’s climax takes him by surprise, but Yoochun is quick enough to spring into action. His lips clamping over Ryeowook’s as the boy lets out a cry like a chorus of angels to his ears. His fingers tightly gripping onto a fistful of hair as he ends with a long, drawn out moan as Yoochun thrusts through his after pleasure.
With the walls around him shuddering and tightening, the noises in his ears and the slight stinging pain on his scalp, Yoochun doesn’t last long.
It seems like his every muscle tenses, the breath is pulled from his body before it’s all released in an overwhelming tidal wave of pleasure, leaving Yoochun drained of energy and breath as he rocks his hips a few times, but a classic dopy grin starting to spread over his lips.
Perfection...
After a hurried tidying up a bashful looking Ryeowook slides back to his seat, a pink tint to his cheeks and a knowing look in his eye as the atmosphere around is unchanged, seems everyone is none the wiser.
Moments later there’s a rustle behind him and he doesn’t need to look around to know it’s Yoochun, his illicit mile high club partner, returning to his seat.
Ryeowook lets a moment roll by, until he turns his head a little, a smirk on his lips as he raises his eyes to look back at Yoochun, seeing the same smirk on his lips as his hand dips into his pocket and from it, he pulls Ryeowook’s Pikachu briefs. His smirk now smug, like he’s won the prize.
Ryeowook’s head quickly snaps back to the front as he silently curses Micky Yoochun, next time, he is definitely going to have the upper hand.
A/N: Mile high club anyone?! *raises hand* anyone?! XDDD
Link to my fic exchange post : http://soju-drip.livejournal.com/10708.html
Comments would be greatly appreciated~
Author: Soju_drip
Title: Mile High Club
Word Count 2,500
Pairing: YooWook - Yoochun(DBSK/JYJ)/ Ryeowook
Rating: NC17
Genre: smut
Summary: Ryeowook wants to find out why Micky Yoochun keeps starring at him, turns out Yoochun is very observant and recognizes him from somewhere Ryeowook would rather he didn't.
A/N: My part of a fic-exchange with Ms kikouri
Her SiWook fic is here - kikouri.livejournal.com/49022.html
Some SiWook vamps! Just what the doctor ordered Siwook cadets ;)
- At first I was like, Yoochun/Ryeowook?! What a butt ache, how am I going to get those two together!? Now I know pride is a sin and everything, but this I'm pretty dam proud of! I hope you like it just as much as me ^.^
Will be friend locked... at some point