against cool glass; minsu for in_vazn
Against Cool Glass
minsu; 646 words; pg-13
Changmin drags his feet, making his way to the bathroom in their hotel in Japan. The bathroom is impractically big, but he supposes it's because the suite has one bathroom for two bedrooms. It takes three tries to flip the correct switch to turn the light over the sink. Even with sleep, Changmin is barely a patient person. He grumbles, walking to the sink, and proceeds to brush his teeth.
The door opens behind him with a low creak. He hears whoever it is step into the shower (which, like the bathroom, is very impractical) and turns the showerhead on. Changmin is more than used to sharing a bathroom after all this time with his hyungs. He rinses, spits, and cheeses at the mirror. Pleased with himself, he decides his bed is the next place he's going.
"Night hyung."
There's a squish sound the glass of the shower door makes, "Wait. Forgot my towel."
Changmin snorts. They always say Yoochun is the lazy one but Junsu is a pampered prince. "I'm sure you'll survive getting it on your own."
"Changmin, please."
"Call me hyung."
"No!"
"Then no towel."
"Chang-"
Changmin closes the door on him before he gets to finish his whining. He strolls over to the closet anyway, getting a towel since he knows he won't hear the end of it if he didn't give in to Junsu's demands. But he takes his time walking back into the bathroom. He taps on the glass, yawning and holding out the towel for Junsu to take.
So it's a surprise to him when he's pulled into the shower instead, groaning in annoyance when arms wrap around his neck and a wet body is pressed against his. "Junsu. I'm tired." Changmin tries to pull away, feeling his clothes stick to him, soaked and heavy.
"How tired?"
He looks down at Junsu, forcing a half smile on, figuring he should be at least grateful that the water wasn't cold. "Really, really tired. Falling asleep tired."
"I bet I could wake you up." Junsu smiles in a way that almost makes Changmin think there was no innuendo in that last sentence. He's always been real sucker for Junsu's innocent act, fake as he knows it to be.
"Don't want to be woken up." Changmin wraps his arms around Junsu's waist, hoping it'd be enough to keep him behaving for a little longer.
"What about what I want?"
"I got you your towel."
"That was just to get you in here."
"Should have just asked."
"Uh-huh." Junsu tiptoes and leans in for a kiss, sweet and simple on the lips. Changmin frowns, but kisses back nonetheless, making Junsu giggle. "Grumpy."
Changmin does his best not to react when Junsu's fingers sneak their way under his shirt, peeling it off his skin, "M'not grumpy."
"Very grumpy." Junsu tugs his shirt upwards, hands smoothing over skin. Changmin doesn't move his arms from Junsu's waist, skeptically looking down at him. Junsu tries to explain, "Can't dry you with your shirt on."
"Drying doesn't happen inside the shower."
"Stop being a smartass." Changmin relents, lifting his arms up and helping Junsu remove his shirt, tossing it behind him, hearing a smack sound against glass.
"You love this smartass." He leans against Junsu, closing his eyes and wondering when they were going to go to bed.
"Or just this smartass's ass."
Changmin leans back, peaking one eye open at Junsu "Just my ass?"
"Smartass."
"Heard that one already."
"Meanie." Junsu walks backwards, pulling Changmin close by the drawstrings of his pajama pants, stopping when he feels cool glass against his back. "Still tired?"
"Unbelievably."
Junsu giggles again, whispers into Changmin's ear, "Even if I wanted you to take me against this?" Junsu makes a fist, lightly hitting the glass wall of the shower.
Changmin chuckles, bites Junsu's ear as if it were a punishment, "Maybe tomorrow?"
minsu; 646 words; pg-13
Changmin drags his feet, making his way to the bathroom in their hotel in Japan. The bathroom is impractically big, but he supposes it's because the suite has one bathroom for two bedrooms. It takes three tries to flip the correct switch to turn the light over the sink. Even with sleep, Changmin is barely a patient person. He grumbles, walking to the sink, and proceeds to brush his teeth.
The door opens behind him with a low creak. He hears whoever it is step into the shower (which, like the bathroom, is very impractical) and turns the showerhead on. Changmin is more than used to sharing a bathroom after all this time with his hyungs. He rinses, spits, and cheeses at the mirror. Pleased with himself, he decides his bed is the next place he's going.
"Night hyung."
There's a squish sound the glass of the shower door makes, "Wait. Forgot my towel."
Changmin snorts. They always say Yoochun is the lazy one but Junsu is a pampered prince. "I'm sure you'll survive getting it on your own."
"Changmin, please."
"Call me hyung."
"No!"
"Then no towel."
"Chang-"
Changmin closes the door on him before he gets to finish his whining. He strolls over to the closet anyway, getting a towel since he knows he won't hear the end of it if he didn't give in to Junsu's demands. But he takes his time walking back into the bathroom. He taps on the glass, yawning and holding out the towel for Junsu to take.
So it's a surprise to him when he's pulled into the shower instead, groaning in annoyance when arms wrap around his neck and a wet body is pressed against his. "Junsu. I'm tired." Changmin tries to pull away, feeling his clothes stick to him, soaked and heavy.
"How tired?"
He looks down at Junsu, forcing a half smile on, figuring he should be at least grateful that the water wasn't cold. "Really, really tired. Falling asleep tired."
"I bet I could wake you up." Junsu smiles in a way that almost makes Changmin think there was no innuendo in that last sentence. He's always been real sucker for Junsu's innocent act, fake as he knows it to be.
"Don't want to be woken up." Changmin wraps his arms around Junsu's waist, hoping it'd be enough to keep him behaving for a little longer.
"What about what I want?"
"I got you your towel."
"That was just to get you in here."
"Should have just asked."
"Uh-huh." Junsu tiptoes and leans in for a kiss, sweet and simple on the lips. Changmin frowns, but kisses back nonetheless, making Junsu giggle. "Grumpy."
Changmin does his best not to react when Junsu's fingers sneak their way under his shirt, peeling it off his skin, "M'not grumpy."
"Very grumpy." Junsu tugs his shirt upwards, hands smoothing over skin. Changmin doesn't move his arms from Junsu's waist, skeptically looking down at him. Junsu tries to explain, "Can't dry you with your shirt on."
"Drying doesn't happen inside the shower."
"Stop being a smartass." Changmin relents, lifting his arms up and helping Junsu remove his shirt, tossing it behind him, hearing a smack sound against glass.
"You love this smartass." He leans against Junsu, closing his eyes and wondering when they were going to go to bed.
"Or just this smartass's ass."
Changmin leans back, peaking one eye open at Junsu "Just my ass?"
"Smartass."
"Heard that one already."
"Meanie." Junsu walks backwards, pulling Changmin close by the drawstrings of his pajama pants, stopping when he feels cool glass against his back. "Still tired?"
"Unbelievably."
Junsu giggles again, whispers into Changmin's ear, "Even if I wanted you to take me against this?" Junsu makes a fist, lightly hitting the glass wall of the shower.
Changmin chuckles, bites Junsu's ear as if it were a punishment, "Maybe tomorrow?"