Title: Pizza Boy
Title: Pizza Boy
Author: Suju_Shinki
Length: One shot
Pairing: Yoosu,
Genre: Fluff, Crack, Smut
Rating: R
Summary: Junsu’s favourite star moves into the apartment across from his own
AN: for the contest at dbkrackweens
“Did anyone order a pizza?”
“If I get you on the side then I’m the one who ordered the pizza.”
“Oh...mister...”
“Come here, let me pay you for that pizza...”
Junsu knew what the cheesy music that followed meant and unbuttoned his jeans. He stared at Micky Yoochun’s gorgeous naked back, stared as Micky slid his jeans and boxers off of his hips and let them pool around his feet.
“How about it, pizza boy? Is a good fuck payment enough?”
The unknown actor that was playing the pizza boy put the pizza box he had been holding, down on the coffee table that decorated the set and took off his pants. Micky smiled, o god, that smile, and made the pizza boy sit down on the couch. The music became louder when Micky sat in between the pizza boy’s legs and took the boy’s already hard cock in his mouth.
Junsu took his own cock out of his sweats and slowly started stroking himself, his eyes glued on his computer screen where Micky Yoochun’s mouth was on some guy’s cock.
Junsu preferred Micky’s older work in which he got fucked raw and rough and there wasn’t any ridiculous dialogue and distracting music. In his old work it was real sex, and Junsu could see and hear how much Micky liked it. All of his newer work were clichéd soft porn movies, hardly anything exciting. But for Junsu, the fact that Micky Yoochun was in it was reason enough to watch and he’d get off every time.
Funny enough, Junsu actually was a pizza boy and that was the reason he didn’t mind this at all. It was one of his fantasies, his dream. Delivering pizza at Micky Yoochun’s house, and Micky repaying him with sex in some f the sickest ways possible. He had seen Yoochun bend do acrobatic stunts that had made him come without touching himself, he could only imagine how it was to actually feel it.
“Someone is moving in across the hall from you, did you know that?” Changmin asked one day when Junsu opened the door for him. They were going to have their weekly Thursday night cram session and Changmin was early for once in his life.
“Who cares,”Junsu shrugged and was about to close the door behind him when he saw the back of a longhaired man standing in the entrance of the apartment across from his own. The shoulder length hair, the slim waist and those thin hips-
“I would try to get to know him if I was you. I saw the movers bring up some pretty awesome stuff. Expensive looking,” Changmin said and Junsu slammed the door shut.
“You’re such a whore. You’d actually hang out with someone for their stuff?” Junsu asked and sat down on the floor, around the coffee table where he had already laid out all his books.
“Why do you think I hang out with you? Free pizza.”
“You’re such a funny guy. Can we start now?”
But before Changmin could answer there was a knock at the door. Annoyed that they weren’t going to start at the time they had agreed to Junsu got up and answered the door.
He stared.
“Hi, I’m really sorry for bothering you, but I’m new here and I was wondering if there’s any place in this neighbourhood I can still get cigarettes around this time?’
“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-”
“You…?” The man smiled. Micky Yoochun smiled.
“What’s wrong here?” Changmin popped up next to Junsu and Junsu clasped onto his arm.
“You friend is having an attack,” Micky chuckled lightly.
“Am not! I was just…” O my god. O my god, Micky Yoochun. O my fucking Micky Yoochun! Junsu’s brain screamed. “I just wasn’t expecting anyone.”
“So?” Yoochun enquired.
“So what?” Changmin asked.
“I just asked your friend if there was a place close where I can still get some cigarettes,” Yoochun explained. “Before he got an attack.” He winked at Junsu who was ogling him from behind Changmin’s shoulder. Junsu stopped breathing.
“Sure, there’s a quickie-mart down the street. About a two minute walk. They’re open all night,” Changmin answered with a charming smile and Junsu pinched him in the shoulder blade.
“Thanks!” Micky smiled again and Junsu peeped. “I’m Yoochun, by the way. I just moved in across the hall. Guess I’ll see you two another time~”
“Bye,” Changmin waved, but Micky had already turned his back on them and walked back into his own apartment. The door clicked shut behind him and Junsu ran into his room and screamed into his pillow.
Within 30 minutes or the pizza is free. It was only 10 minutes from the pizza place to Junsu’s apartment, which means it’s only 10 minutes from the pizza place to Micky’s apartment. Junsu had been walking up and down the hall for almost 15 minutes.
“Okay, forget about all the porn,” he muttered to himself. “Forget about him being a porn star, forget about you being a pizza boy, forget about what you watched this morning, and last night….and the night before. Just give him the pizza and get out. No sex, no sex, no sex, no sex…” He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “No sex, no sex, no sex, sex, sex, sex-”
“Excuse me?”
Junsu squealed in surprise and grabbed his heart. “I’m sorry. You scared me. Pizza.”
Micky smiled and took the large pizza box from him and put it down on a dresser next to the door.
“That’ll be 13,95.”
“You know…” Micky said, while he dug through his pockets and fished out a twenty, took Junsu‘s wrist and turned his hand, palm up. He laid the bill down in it. Junsu felt a shiver run up his arm, through his chest and down to his crotch. O, god. “You didn’t strike me as gay the first time I saw you. Keep the change.” And he closed the door in Junsu’s face. Junsu stared at the door for about 5 minutes before he walked into his own apartment, jerked off and went back to work.
“So you’re saying he knows that you know he’s a porn star?”
“That. And worse. He knows I watched his porn! He must have seen it in my face or something. Like, recognition or something. This is so fucked up, man. I may have to move,” Junsu mumbled and scribbled random words on he piece of paper on his desk. It said: Kim Junsu, Junsu, Micky , Junsu. Junsu scratched out the ‘Micky’ before Changmin could see it.
“You know what that means, right?” Changmin smirked.
“No. I don’t want to know, either. Stop smiling like that.” Junsu turned away from him and waited for the teacher to start his lecture. Apparently Changmin would have nothing of that and smacked Junsu’s arm to get his attention. “You know I watched.”
“You watched what?”
“Triple Tag Team Secretary 3.”
Junsu’s eyes widened and he reached over to grab a hold of Changmin’s whatever, but failed when Changmin dodged him over and over. “Honestly, I can see why he’s your favourite,” Changmin said when Junsu calmed down. “He’d be my favourite too if I was gay. The one he took both in his-”
“Shut up!” Junsu hissed. “We’ll talk about that later.”
“All of a sudden you want to talk about this? Interesting. You know, he’s your neighbour-”
“I know that. Don’t you think I know that?”
“Let me finish. He’s your neighbour so you can just ask him on a date.”
“You’re a crazy person.”
“Okay, so no date. How about a one night stand? You know you want it, you know you want to come all over his glasses like those three guys at the end-”
“Lalalalala. I don’t hear you. Fuck off.”
“So is that guy your boyfriend?”
Junsu clutched at his heart when he heard the voice coming from behind him. He turned around and saw Micky standing in front of his own door, smiling. “Micky…”
Micky’s smile widened. “I never told you my name was Micky.”
“Yes, yes, yes, you did.” Junsu decided not to jerk of that night as a punishment for being so freaking lame.
“No, no, no, I didn’t.”
Junsu gaped at him. “Are you making fun of my stutter?”
“I know what a stutter is, sir, and that’s not at stutter. That’s being nervous.”
“Did you just call me ‘sir’?”
“Honestly, I don’t know what else to call you, I never caught your name,” Yoochun said and took a few steps forward.
Junsu took a few steps back until his back met his front door. “Kim Junsu,” he croaked out.
“Hi, Kim Junsu.”
“Hi, hi, Mick- Park Yoochun.”
“You’re funny. Want to come in?”
“I don’t know…yes…maybe…yes.”
Yoochun shook his head, still smiling and opened his front door. Junsu followed him and had to admit Changmin was right. Micky had awesome stuff and everything looked expensive. The white couch, the white flat screen, the white table…Junsu guessed the guy liked white and that made Junsu even more nervous. What if he stained something? Wait…Junsu forced himself to stop making weird innuendo’s in his head and stop being nervous. He’s your neighbour. You’re just visiting your neighbour.
“So did you just come from work?” Yoochun asked and handed him a glass of water. Junsu nodded and took a sip. Okay, so that wasn’t water. Was this guy trying to get him drunk?
“Only if you want to.”
“What?”
“You were thinking out loud and I answered you. So, tell me…” he tool a lock of hair and put it behind his ear. “Are you still in school?”
“Last year in college,” Junsu nodded and took another small sip. Yoochun lead them to the couch and sat down.
“College, huh. Must be hard work,” Micky said. “And juggling that with you pizza delivery job…”
“It’s okay, I guess. I’ve been doing it for over three years…” Junsu mumbled, staring deep into his glass. He was scared that if he looked at Micky some more, he’d pitch a tent.
“Okay. I’m going to go ahead and be rude and ask you a question, if you don’t mind.”
Junsu nodded and waited for the question to come.
“Why are you acting like you don’t know me? It’s just us, so there’s no need to be embarrassed about it.”
Wodka came out of Junsu’s nose.
Micky burst out laughing and patted Junsu on the back. “Are you okay?”
“..It…burns…” he coughed. “And I stained your rug…”
“That’s okay. It happens. So about my question?”
“Yeah…about that…I have to be honest. I did see you in a…movie…once.” Every night.
“What movie was it?”
“Ehm…” Junsu’s eyes shifted from one wall to another, to the stain on his white rug that would look suspicious to anyone who’d come in right now. “Triple Tag Team 3,” was the only one that he could think of. With the epic bukake and the awesome triple-
“Pick the hardcore one, why don’t you,” Yoochun smirked. “Did you like it?”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha,“ Junsu laughed nervously. “I can’t answer that.” But Junsu’s crotch was already tingling and he wondered if he’d come off rude If he just went home. Because god forbid he’d come off rude to his favourite porn star, who lived down the hall from him and could make his sickest fantasies come true.
“But I’m really curious what you thought of it,” Micky pushed and scooted closer.
“Ha-ha-ha…”more nervous laughter and Junsu scooted to the edge of the couch in reaction. He put a white fluffy pillow in his lap.
“Since you did recognize me, I must have left some impression, right?” he came closer again and they were thigh to thigh now.
Junsu snapped. “Okay! I’ve seen all of your work! Triple Tag Team Secretary 3 made me jizz 4 times in one day, two times just by thinking of it. I saw Pizza Boy just a few days ago and then you moved in and I feel like I’ve been walking around with a boner ever since, because I’m expecting it to actually happen and then you ordered a pizza and I almost blacked out on my scooter coming over here. So there. I’m a fan. You’re my favourite porn star and I’m a disgusting perv. Sorry for the stain. Feel free to come over and ask for a cup of sugar any time…” Junsu got up and dashed for the door, but Micky was just slightly faster and grabbed a hold of Junsu’s hand before he could reach the door.
“I’ve never met such a…devoted fan before.”
“I-I-I-I-”
“And I’ve never met such a cute fan before either.”
Junsu turned around to face him, beet red of course.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” Yoochun asked.
“Can I go home and change pants first, please?” Junsu squeaked and tried to turn away again, desperately trying to hind the awkward stain right next to his zipper.
“Well, I can’t make you stay, but…I have pants here…” Micky let go of his arm and put both his hands on Junsu’s hips. “How’s that?”
Junsu closed his eyes and wondered what the hell kind of miracle he’d performed unconsciously to deserve something as amazing as this.
Author: Suju_Shinki
Length: One shot
Pairing: Yoosu,
Genre: Fluff, Crack, Smut
Rating: R
Summary: Junsu’s favourite star moves into the apartment across from his own
AN: for the contest at dbkrackweens
“Did anyone order a pizza?”
“If I get you on the side then I’m the one who ordered the pizza.”
“Oh...mister...”
“Come here, let me pay you for that pizza...”
Junsu knew what the cheesy music that followed meant and unbuttoned his jeans. He stared at Micky Yoochun’s gorgeous naked back, stared as Micky slid his jeans and boxers off of his hips and let them pool around his feet.
“How about it, pizza boy? Is a good fuck payment enough?”
The unknown actor that was playing the pizza boy put the pizza box he had been holding, down on the coffee table that decorated the set and took off his pants. Micky smiled, o god, that smile, and made the pizza boy sit down on the couch. The music became louder when Micky sat in between the pizza boy’s legs and took the boy’s already hard cock in his mouth.
Junsu took his own cock out of his sweats and slowly started stroking himself, his eyes glued on his computer screen where Micky Yoochun’s mouth was on some guy’s cock.
Junsu preferred Micky’s older work in which he got fucked raw and rough and there wasn’t any ridiculous dialogue and distracting music. In his old work it was real sex, and Junsu could see and hear how much Micky liked it. All of his newer work were clichéd soft porn movies, hardly anything exciting. But for Junsu, the fact that Micky Yoochun was in it was reason enough to watch and he’d get off every time.
Funny enough, Junsu actually was a pizza boy and that was the reason he didn’t mind this at all. It was one of his fantasies, his dream. Delivering pizza at Micky Yoochun’s house, and Micky repaying him with sex in some f the sickest ways possible. He had seen Yoochun bend do acrobatic stunts that had made him come without touching himself, he could only imagine how it was to actually feel it.
“Someone is moving in across the hall from you, did you know that?” Changmin asked one day when Junsu opened the door for him. They were going to have their weekly Thursday night cram session and Changmin was early for once in his life.
“Who cares,”Junsu shrugged and was about to close the door behind him when he saw the back of a longhaired man standing in the entrance of the apartment across from his own. The shoulder length hair, the slim waist and those thin hips-
“I would try to get to know him if I was you. I saw the movers bring up some pretty awesome stuff. Expensive looking,” Changmin said and Junsu slammed the door shut.
“You’re such a whore. You’d actually hang out with someone for their stuff?” Junsu asked and sat down on the floor, around the coffee table where he had already laid out all his books.
“Why do you think I hang out with you? Free pizza.”
“You’re such a funny guy. Can we start now?”
But before Changmin could answer there was a knock at the door. Annoyed that they weren’t going to start at the time they had agreed to Junsu got up and answered the door.
He stared.
“Hi, I’m really sorry for bothering you, but I’m new here and I was wondering if there’s any place in this neighbourhood I can still get cigarettes around this time?’
“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-”
“You…?” The man smiled. Micky Yoochun smiled.
“What’s wrong here?” Changmin popped up next to Junsu and Junsu clasped onto his arm.
“You friend is having an attack,” Micky chuckled lightly.
“Am not! I was just…” O my god. O my god, Micky Yoochun. O my fucking Micky Yoochun! Junsu’s brain screamed. “I just wasn’t expecting anyone.”
“So?” Yoochun enquired.
“So what?” Changmin asked.
“I just asked your friend if there was a place close where I can still get some cigarettes,” Yoochun explained. “Before he got an attack.” He winked at Junsu who was ogling him from behind Changmin’s shoulder. Junsu stopped breathing.
“Sure, there’s a quickie-mart down the street. About a two minute walk. They’re open all night,” Changmin answered with a charming smile and Junsu pinched him in the shoulder blade.
“Thanks!” Micky smiled again and Junsu peeped. “I’m Yoochun, by the way. I just moved in across the hall. Guess I’ll see you two another time~”
“Bye,” Changmin waved, but Micky had already turned his back on them and walked back into his own apartment. The door clicked shut behind him and Junsu ran into his room and screamed into his pillow.
Within 30 minutes or the pizza is free. It was only 10 minutes from the pizza place to Junsu’s apartment, which means it’s only 10 minutes from the pizza place to Micky’s apartment. Junsu had been walking up and down the hall for almost 15 minutes.
“Okay, forget about all the porn,” he muttered to himself. “Forget about him being a porn star, forget about you being a pizza boy, forget about what you watched this morning, and last night….and the night before. Just give him the pizza and get out. No sex, no sex, no sex, no sex…” He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “No sex, no sex, no sex, sex, sex, sex-”
“Excuse me?”
Junsu squealed in surprise and grabbed his heart. “I’m sorry. You scared me. Pizza.”
Micky smiled and took the large pizza box from him and put it down on a dresser next to the door.
“That’ll be 13,95.”
“You know…” Micky said, while he dug through his pockets and fished out a twenty, took Junsu‘s wrist and turned his hand, palm up. He laid the bill down in it. Junsu felt a shiver run up his arm, through his chest and down to his crotch. O, god. “You didn’t strike me as gay the first time I saw you. Keep the change.” And he closed the door in Junsu’s face. Junsu stared at the door for about 5 minutes before he walked into his own apartment, jerked off and went back to work.
“So you’re saying he knows that you know he’s a porn star?”
“That. And worse. He knows I watched his porn! He must have seen it in my face or something. Like, recognition or something. This is so fucked up, man. I may have to move,” Junsu mumbled and scribbled random words on he piece of paper on his desk. It said: Kim Junsu, Junsu, Micky , Junsu. Junsu scratched out the ‘Micky’ before Changmin could see it.
“You know what that means, right?” Changmin smirked.
“No. I don’t want to know, either. Stop smiling like that.” Junsu turned away from him and waited for the teacher to start his lecture. Apparently Changmin would have nothing of that and smacked Junsu’s arm to get his attention. “You know I watched.”
“You watched what?”
“Triple Tag Team Secretary 3.”
Junsu’s eyes widened and he reached over to grab a hold of Changmin’s whatever, but failed when Changmin dodged him over and over. “Honestly, I can see why he’s your favourite,” Changmin said when Junsu calmed down. “He’d be my favourite too if I was gay. The one he took both in his-”
“Shut up!” Junsu hissed. “We’ll talk about that later.”
“All of a sudden you want to talk about this? Interesting. You know, he’s your neighbour-”
“I know that. Don’t you think I know that?”
“Let me finish. He’s your neighbour so you can just ask him on a date.”
“You’re a crazy person.”
“Okay, so no date. How about a one night stand? You know you want it, you know you want to come all over his glasses like those three guys at the end-”
“Lalalalala. I don’t hear you. Fuck off.”
“So is that guy your boyfriend?”
Junsu clutched at his heart when he heard the voice coming from behind him. He turned around and saw Micky standing in front of his own door, smiling. “Micky…”
Micky’s smile widened. “I never told you my name was Micky.”
“Yes, yes, yes, you did.” Junsu decided not to jerk of that night as a punishment for being so freaking lame.
“No, no, no, I didn’t.”
Junsu gaped at him. “Are you making fun of my stutter?”
“I know what a stutter is, sir, and that’s not at stutter. That’s being nervous.”
“Did you just call me ‘sir’?”
“Honestly, I don’t know what else to call you, I never caught your name,” Yoochun said and took a few steps forward.
Junsu took a few steps back until his back met his front door. “Kim Junsu,” he croaked out.
“Hi, Kim Junsu.”
“Hi, hi, Mick- Park Yoochun.”
“You’re funny. Want to come in?”
“I don’t know…yes…maybe…yes.”
Yoochun shook his head, still smiling and opened his front door. Junsu followed him and had to admit Changmin was right. Micky had awesome stuff and everything looked expensive. The white couch, the white flat screen, the white table…Junsu guessed the guy liked white and that made Junsu even more nervous. What if he stained something? Wait…Junsu forced himself to stop making weird innuendo’s in his head and stop being nervous. He’s your neighbour. You’re just visiting your neighbour.
“So did you just come from work?” Yoochun asked and handed him a glass of water. Junsu nodded and took a sip. Okay, so that wasn’t water. Was this guy trying to get him drunk?
“Only if you want to.”
“What?”
“You were thinking out loud and I answered you. So, tell me…” he tool a lock of hair and put it behind his ear. “Are you still in school?”
“Last year in college,” Junsu nodded and took another small sip. Yoochun lead them to the couch and sat down.
“College, huh. Must be hard work,” Micky said. “And juggling that with you pizza delivery job…”
“It’s okay, I guess. I’ve been doing it for over three years…” Junsu mumbled, staring deep into his glass. He was scared that if he looked at Micky some more, he’d pitch a tent.
“Okay. I’m going to go ahead and be rude and ask you a question, if you don’t mind.”
Junsu nodded and waited for the question to come.
“Why are you acting like you don’t know me? It’s just us, so there’s no need to be embarrassed about it.”
Wodka came out of Junsu’s nose.
Micky burst out laughing and patted Junsu on the back. “Are you okay?”
“..It…burns…” he coughed. “And I stained your rug…”
“That’s okay. It happens. So about my question?”
“Yeah…about that…I have to be honest. I did see you in a…movie…once.” Every night.
“What movie was it?”
“Ehm…” Junsu’s eyes shifted from one wall to another, to the stain on his white rug that would look suspicious to anyone who’d come in right now. “Triple Tag Team 3,” was the only one that he could think of. With the epic bukake and the awesome triple-
“Pick the hardcore one, why don’t you,” Yoochun smirked. “Did you like it?”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha,“ Junsu laughed nervously. “I can’t answer that.” But Junsu’s crotch was already tingling and he wondered if he’d come off rude If he just went home. Because god forbid he’d come off rude to his favourite porn star, who lived down the hall from him and could make his sickest fantasies come true.
“But I’m really curious what you thought of it,” Micky pushed and scooted closer.
“Ha-ha-ha…”more nervous laughter and Junsu scooted to the edge of the couch in reaction. He put a white fluffy pillow in his lap.
“Since you did recognize me, I must have left some impression, right?” he came closer again and they were thigh to thigh now.
Junsu snapped. “Okay! I’ve seen all of your work! Triple Tag Team Secretary 3 made me jizz 4 times in one day, two times just by thinking of it. I saw Pizza Boy just a few days ago and then you moved in and I feel like I’ve been walking around with a boner ever since, because I’m expecting it to actually happen and then you ordered a pizza and I almost blacked out on my scooter coming over here. So there. I’m a fan. You’re my favourite porn star and I’m a disgusting perv. Sorry for the stain. Feel free to come over and ask for a cup of sugar any time…” Junsu got up and dashed for the door, but Micky was just slightly faster and grabbed a hold of Junsu’s hand before he could reach the door.
“I’ve never met such a…devoted fan before.”
“I-I-I-I-”
“And I’ve never met such a cute fan before either.”
Junsu turned around to face him, beet red of course.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” Yoochun asked.
“Can I go home and change pants first, please?” Junsu squeaked and tried to turn away again, desperately trying to hind the awkward stain right next to his zipper.
“Well, I can’t make you stay, but…I have pants here…” Micky let go of his arm and put both his hands on Junsu’s hips. “How’s that?”
Junsu closed his eyes and wondered what the hell kind of miracle he’d performed unconsciously to deserve something as amazing as this.