After the Show 1/1
Title: After the Show
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warning: Uh... basically just smut.
Summary: Junsu bumps into none other than JUNG FUKING YUNHO. Yunho drags him into a closet.
A/N: I know I'm supposed to update Follow Me Magician today but I just can't bring myself to finish it just yet. I'm sorry. But here's a little something I wrote this weekend during traffic jams which I found are quite common in LA. --__-- Yunho kind of took over my muses this weekend. *Facepalm*
Enjoy.
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/“Seriously asshole, hurry the fuck up!” Jaejoong screamed through Junsu’s speaker.
“Hyung, it’s not my fault the line is super long. How was I supposed to know so many fans would want merch after the show too” Junsu replied in his cute I-can-get-away-with-anything-voice. “It is also not my fault that security kicked you out. You shouldn’t bad mouth security.”
“That security guard was an asshole! Who the fuck nags over going to the bathroom after show hours? If you gotta go you gotta fucking go! Junsu, I’m serious. Hurry up! It’s fucking hot out here and I swear the girls from the row behind us are stalking me. It’s creeping me out” the other whined.
Junsu laughed at his best friend, knowing that Jaejoong secretly lathered in the attention. “Maybe you should let them buy you coffee then. Nothing better than free coffee.”
“It is a hundred degrees out here asshole! And this Starbucks is not air conditioned. What the fuck!”
“Well, luck is not on your side. I’m pretty much the last one on the line because somebody decided to make a scene earlier. So shut up and look pretty.”
“You owe me big time fat ass!” Jaejoong accused.
“You like fucking my ass” Junsu hissed lowly before hanging up.
The concert had run for almost four hours. Of course, as a long time TVXQ fan Junsu loved it! He was lucky that no matter how fanatic his best friend Jaejoong thought he was the guy would always come with him despite arguing that K-pop wasn’t his thing. But something told Junsu that Jaejoong had secretly become a Changmin fan. Not that he would ever say that to Jaejoong’s face. For all his flower boy splendor, Jaejoong could pack a punch.
The thing was that even though they were both Korean American Junsu made keeping to his heritage his life’s mission but Jaejoong was as American is they could get. Of course, seeing as how Junsu’s parents were conservative pastors within a tight Korean community that might be more a byproduct of exposure and access. To this day, Junsu’s family still made trips every winter during the holidays to visit family in Korea. On the other hand, Jaejoong was the son of two quaint ramen shop owners and as estranged from Korean ties as Junsu was to penguins in Antarctica.
Understandably, being a male fan of one of the hottest male K-pop acts in Asia was somewhat of an anomaly for Jaejoong. Even if Jaejoong did share similar inclinations.
“You’re so gay for them, dude” Jaejoong mocked.
“I am gay. And you’re half gay. So don’t judge man” Junsu protested.
“There’s a difference between being gay and being a borderline delusional fanboy Su” Jaejoong had said.
“Please Jae, they never come to the US and you know my parents won’t let me go alone” Junsu pleaded.
“They came two years ago. If I recall you dragged me to that show too and then the following year you made me fly to Japan. Even though, you know I hate flying. Dude, you are like... twenty years old... get a life.”
“Their house, their rules. At least until I graduate. And they only sang like three songs that time. Now are you coming with me or not?!”
Fast forward four weeks later and a nine hour drive across state lines and here he was, standing in the venue and breathing the same air as TVXQ. He was in line for almost an hour and by the time he got to the merch stand all that was left were gift bags. Junsu bought one anyway. On his way out, however, he decided a trip to the good old loo would do him some good. Unfortunately, he had to make the trip downstairs. Junsu had only walked a few steps down the hall when he collided with something that had come toward him at high speed.
Hitting the floor was like hitting a surface covered in broken glass. It sent shots of pain up his already sore body. Junsu whined and tried to sit up when he heard a curse echo above him. The voice was oddly familiar but at the moment Junsu could think of little else but of the massive bruise that would blemish his butt the next day. He was really going to have a hard time explaining to his coach why he would have to sit out practice on Monday.
Another sound suddenly reached them, a shrill chorus of high pitched screams and hurried steps. “Hey are you okay?” the man asked again. “Listen, I’m sorry. But we have to get out of the way. NOW!” he insisted.
Junsu was still too busy whining over his aching body to really pay much attention. But he looked up if only to put a face to the voice. There, standing before him, stood none other than JUNG FUCKING YUNHO! TVXQ’s YUNHO! UKNOW YUNHO! CHANGMIN’s YUNHO! THE DANCE GOD YUNHO!
“Holy fuck,” he thought with wide eyes as he took the other’s hand and let himself be pulled up. The force took Junsu by surprise and he found himself against a warm taught body. Biting his lip to keep from making some sort of embarrassing sound, he pushed away gently. However, Yunho’s strong grip on his arms stalled him.
“I wouldn’t go that way if I were you” Yunho warned keeping him in place.
“Eh? What do you…”
Just then another chorus of high pitched screams echoed throughout the hall, this time seemingly closer. “This way!” the pop star persuaded, already pulling him by the arm. They walked only a few steps until Yunho opened a door labeled maintenance and walked in. The space was cramped with little give for movement. Junsu ended up being backed onto the door with Yunho hunching his slightly taller frame only inches away, listening for the screaming stalkers.
Moments passed without either moving. And honestly, it made Junsu nervous. Jung Yunho was breathing inches from him. It was only then he noticed that the flighty pop star was still in costume; a tight expanse of white fabric stretched around long legs, taught muscles and broad shoulders.
He almost forgot to breath. The man was bloody perfect. “Uh, Yunho-shii? I think it’s safe to…”
But Yunho shushed him with a finger to Junsu’s lips and kept listening. “They are stealthy little suckers” he warned with a whisper. Again, the seconds seemed like hours and Junsu had to force himself to stay still. He knew slightest bit of movement would be risking their bodies to touch. The younger man wasn’t sure he could handle that. Not that he didn’t want to. It’s JUNG FUCKING YUNHO FOR FUCKSAKE.
Lost in thought, Junsu failed to notice Yunho looking down at him. It wasn’t until the pop star’s breath hit the crook of his neck that Junsu even realized that Yunho had moved even closer, his arms had lowered to shoulder level and he had been holding his breath all along.
“You smell like peaches” Yunho crooned.
“B-bwah?”
Yunho chuckled, still mindful of the echo of his voice around the small room and pushed up a little until his lips found the tender lobe of the young stranger’s ear. “What’s your name gorgeous?” he asked. Junsu practically mewled.
“J-Junsu” he stuttered again.
“I saw you dancing in the pit tonight. I didn’t think I would meet you here though.”
Junsu couldn’t hide his surprise, “Really?”
“Really. Lucky me” Yunho mused, lips still oddly parallel to Junsu’s skin. “Junsu-” he said tasting the young man’s name on his tongue, “-can I kiss you?”
Junsu barely nodded when warm lips sucked at his pulse and he heard himself purr low in his throat. Small shocks of his inner most secret fantasies waved down to his groin, making his knees buckle. Fortunately, Yunho caught him and held him straight against the door. Embarrassment flushed through Junsu’s cheeks so he turned away. Facing him, the pop star smirked and placed a peck at the corner of his lips. Junsu sighed and closed his eyes, hands shaking and breathe unsteady.
Yunho’s finger tips turned his chin until their lips fluttered closely. “Last chance to say no” the older man warned.
Not receiving any protest, Yunho leaned forward, letting their lips meet in one swift move of gentle force. The kiss lasted but a few seconds before the taller man pulled away. Junsu whined and clung to the man’s lower lip. Again, Yunho chuckled. “Mhm. You taste divine” Yunho hummed. “Gods and look at you. There’s no way you are not a dancer” he continued, sneaking his large warm hangs under Junsu’s t-shirt and kissing his way down the young man’s body until he was on his knees. Junsu could have said that he was in fact a dancer, among other things. But he was slightly knocked off his sense when Yunho nuzzled the obvious excitement before him with a firm grip on Junsu’s fleshy hips. Eventually, the pop star dared to put more pressure with his nose along the clothed length. Surprised by the feel of the move Junsu nearly squealed. Relentlessly, Yunho reached for the soft fabric below the belly button with his teeth and pulled until the metal button came undone. Taken by the force, Junsu’s hands landed on the older man’s shoulders as he tried to steady himself.
“Y-Yunho-shii?” Junsu breathed.
“Mhmmm?” the other hummed against the thick fabric. But Junsu felt it anyway. His cock grew painfully hard, small pearls of his come damping the fabric just above his tip. Yunho noticed and licked the welcomed stain, testing the younger man’s resolve to keep himself quiet. He could tell Junsu was a vocal little thing and enjoyed teasing him.
Junsu kept whimpering as Yunho’s hands ran down his toned legs and around to the back of his thighs until they found the hard mounds of muscle years of sportsmanship had shaped. The pop star moaned in appreciation and kneaded the flesh with his curious palms. Yunho's tongue also worked with his lips to keep the taste of the young man against the roof of his mouth.
“Oh Fuck!” Junsu cursed against his will, piercing crescent moons on the older man’s clothed shoulders. How he wished they were bare so he could watch them flex as Yunho played with his rear and sucked him dry. But instead he found himself with his jeans and boxers down his thighs plainly exposed for the other to scrutinize. Junsu whined again, hoping Yunho would read his plea. But all the other did was smile and take his length in one swift move until his crown scraped the back of Yunho’s throat.
Yet another surprise was Yunho’s skillful tongue. The older man licked the underside of his length and around the crown, teasing the crying slit. Wet kisses circled his girth every time Yunho’s lips found the base of his cock and a warm breath teased the tawny curls around his groin.
When he moaned a little too loudly Yunho clamped his butt hard, warning him to stay quiet. Risking an almost guaranteed collapse Junsu moved to cover his mouth with both hands. The grip around him tightened, as well as the pace of Yunho’s brutal exploration. His cock felt like it was being sucked off his body as fingers tortured his already sore muscles. However, the older man’s tongue did wonders and Junsu knew who wouldn’t last long; especially when one stealthy finger began to prod his entrance.
Sure enough the digit broke through, inserting its full length in one go. Had Junsu not been fucked senseless only that morning that would have been painful. But instead, he was moaning and bucking his hips. A second finger soon followed and began thrusting at the same pace that Yunho sucked his length. One more, just one more and Junsu would be in K-pop haven. He was so close and yet Yunho refused to give him what he pleaded for.
Finally satisfied, Yunho let go of Junsu's length with a pop and stood, a white row of perfect teeth accentuating his plumb rouged lips. Without warning he turned Junsu, slamming him against the door full frontal. Junsu instinctively tried to push off the hard surface until he heard the unmistakable rip of the other man’s zipper. Bracing himself for what was to come he sucked his lower lip into his mouth in hopes of keeping in his voice.
“I’d prepare you more lovely, but we don’t have much time” Yunho explained, chuckling at Junsu’s whimper.
The intrusion was quick and hard. Yunho’s powerful thrusts pierced him like he had never been fucked before. The rhythm was calculated though and every drag against his walls burned hot into his inner core, shocking his spine into a curve and creating sensations that ran down the length of his cock. Junsu tried to meet the pop star’s thrusts but found it impossible. Even for his well trained reflexes. Instead, all he could do was keep his length from being mercilessly banged onto the hard surface.
When he thought he had good leverage, Junsu reached down to stroke his aching length. Protesting Yunho hissed, taking the younger man’s wrists to trap them behind the sinful curve of his back. When Junsu still moved he circled a hand around the back of Junsu’s neck as the other kept his arms in place.
Meanwhile, the pop star’s movement never stopped. If anything it grew quicker, hungrier. Junsu complained with a high pitched whine that was barely muffled by his lips. His body was now fully aligned with the door; a painful friction burned his cheek and neglected arousal.
“Fuck…Yun…ho-shii…shit…fuck” Junsu begged.
Yunho groaned lowly whenever his stiff cock hit that spot that made Junsu clench around him. The kid had an ass to die for and those cute whining lips were an added bonus. All the fates knew he would have never been able to resist such a temptation. It was a lucky coincidence they had met in the hallway but coincidence or not, he had already set out to find him. After all, it wasn’t the first time Junsu had attended one of his shows front row and center. And now here he was fucking the kid senseless as if he wasn’t flesh and bone and to his surprise, Junsu begged for more.
“Fuck kid, what are you?” Yunho wondered out loud. Junsu only moaned in return and curved his spine a little more, begging for a release. So Yunho continued to pound into the younger man until the heat burned and threatened to consume them both.
Obscene sounds filled the small room when they both came. Junsu nearly fell to his knees had it not been for the strong grip that released his wrists and wrapped around his waist. Tentatively, Yunho licked the sweat from the back of his neck as he pulled up the younger man’s jeans.
“I wish we had more time” Yunho whispered. “But I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you again.”
Junsu adjusted so their faces met and then noticed his souvenir bags folded on the ground. “Oh no!” Junsu complained, bending to dust and retrieve them. Yunho laughed and helped.
~*@*~
Junsu walked into Starbucks outside the venue as giddy as he could be, skipping with every step.
“What the fuck took you so long?” Jaejoong screeched.
Junsu held out his hands defensively, “Chill out dude.”
Noticing his friend carried little else but two gift bags Jaejoong reached for them and signaled to them as if they weren’t practically inches away from their faces. “You did not just spend over an hour in line for these things?! Junsu, it’s a paper bag with stranger’s faces on them. They are all wrinkled too!” Jaejoong complained.
Nothing could erase Junsu’s glowing smile so he simply shrugged. “Look closer, notice anything?” he asked, taking a seat.
“What? That this eighteen dollar piece of shit is recyclable?”
“No... Wait, how do you know they were eighteen dollars?” Junsu asked curiously.
“I… I checked. Good memory, remember?” Jaejoong said pointing to himself.
Junsu shook it off. “Whatever. Look!” he insisted, pointing to the obvious signature on the bag.
“Don’t you dare try to fool me into thinking that’s real. You owe me. I nearly got molested by those crazies!”
“Fine. Fine. But just so you know, we are going to Seoul in the fall” Junsu announced, waving around two glossy pieces of paper.
“What? Why?”
“Because we got unlimited VIP passes for the rest of the year!”
After the Show VIP [MinJae]
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warning: Uh... basically just smut.
Summary: Junsu bumps into none other than JUNG FUKING YUNHO. Yunho drags him into a closet.
A/N: I know I'm supposed to update Follow Me Magician today but I just can't bring myself to finish it just yet. I'm sorry. But here's a little something I wrote this weekend during traffic jams which I found are quite common in LA. --__-- Yunho kind of took over my muses this weekend. *Facepalm*
Enjoy.
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/“Seriously asshole, hurry the fuck up!” Jaejoong screamed through Junsu’s speaker.
“Hyung, it’s not my fault the line is super long. How was I supposed to know so many fans would want merch after the show too” Junsu replied in his cute I-can-get-away-with-anything-voice. “It is also not my fault that security kicked you out. You shouldn’t bad mouth security.”
“That security guard was an asshole! Who the fuck nags over going to the bathroom after show hours? If you gotta go you gotta fucking go! Junsu, I’m serious. Hurry up! It’s fucking hot out here and I swear the girls from the row behind us are stalking me. It’s creeping me out” the other whined.
Junsu laughed at his best friend, knowing that Jaejoong secretly lathered in the attention. “Maybe you should let them buy you coffee then. Nothing better than free coffee.”
“It is a hundred degrees out here asshole! And this Starbucks is not air conditioned. What the fuck!”
“Well, luck is not on your side. I’m pretty much the last one on the line because somebody decided to make a scene earlier. So shut up and look pretty.”
“You owe me big time fat ass!” Jaejoong accused.
“You like fucking my ass” Junsu hissed lowly before hanging up.
The concert had run for almost four hours. Of course, as a long time TVXQ fan Junsu loved it! He was lucky that no matter how fanatic his best friend Jaejoong thought he was the guy would always come with him despite arguing that K-pop wasn’t his thing. But something told Junsu that Jaejoong had secretly become a Changmin fan. Not that he would ever say that to Jaejoong’s face. For all his flower boy splendor, Jaejoong could pack a punch.
The thing was that even though they were both Korean American Junsu made keeping to his heritage his life’s mission but Jaejoong was as American is they could get. Of course, seeing as how Junsu’s parents were conservative pastors within a tight Korean community that might be more a byproduct of exposure and access. To this day, Junsu’s family still made trips every winter during the holidays to visit family in Korea. On the other hand, Jaejoong was the son of two quaint ramen shop owners and as estranged from Korean ties as Junsu was to penguins in Antarctica.
Understandably, being a male fan of one of the hottest male K-pop acts in Asia was somewhat of an anomaly for Jaejoong. Even if Jaejoong did share similar inclinations.
“You’re so gay for them, dude” Jaejoong mocked.
“I am gay. And you’re half gay. So don’t judge man” Junsu protested.
“There’s a difference between being gay and being a borderline delusional fanboy Su” Jaejoong had said.
“Please Jae, they never come to the US and you know my parents won’t let me go alone” Junsu pleaded.
“They came two years ago. If I recall you dragged me to that show too and then the following year you made me fly to Japan. Even though, you know I hate flying. Dude, you are like... twenty years old... get a life.”
“Their house, their rules. At least until I graduate. And they only sang like three songs that time. Now are you coming with me or not?!”
Fast forward four weeks later and a nine hour drive across state lines and here he was, standing in the venue and breathing the same air as TVXQ. He was in line for almost an hour and by the time he got to the merch stand all that was left were gift bags. Junsu bought one anyway. On his way out, however, he decided a trip to the good old loo would do him some good. Unfortunately, he had to make the trip downstairs. Junsu had only walked a few steps down the hall when he collided with something that had come toward him at high speed.
Hitting the floor was like hitting a surface covered in broken glass. It sent shots of pain up his already sore body. Junsu whined and tried to sit up when he heard a curse echo above him. The voice was oddly familiar but at the moment Junsu could think of little else but of the massive bruise that would blemish his butt the next day. He was really going to have a hard time explaining to his coach why he would have to sit out practice on Monday.
Another sound suddenly reached them, a shrill chorus of high pitched screams and hurried steps. “Hey are you okay?” the man asked again. “Listen, I’m sorry. But we have to get out of the way. NOW!” he insisted.
Junsu was still too busy whining over his aching body to really pay much attention. But he looked up if only to put a face to the voice. There, standing before him, stood none other than JUNG FUCKING YUNHO! TVXQ’s YUNHO! UKNOW YUNHO! CHANGMIN’s YUNHO! THE DANCE GOD YUNHO!
“Holy fuck,” he thought with wide eyes as he took the other’s hand and let himself be pulled up. The force took Junsu by surprise and he found himself against a warm taught body. Biting his lip to keep from making some sort of embarrassing sound, he pushed away gently. However, Yunho’s strong grip on his arms stalled him.
“I wouldn’t go that way if I were you” Yunho warned keeping him in place.
“Eh? What do you…”
Just then another chorus of high pitched screams echoed throughout the hall, this time seemingly closer. “This way!” the pop star persuaded, already pulling him by the arm. They walked only a few steps until Yunho opened a door labeled maintenance and walked in. The space was cramped with little give for movement. Junsu ended up being backed onto the door with Yunho hunching his slightly taller frame only inches away, listening for the screaming stalkers.
Moments passed without either moving. And honestly, it made Junsu nervous. Jung Yunho was breathing inches from him. It was only then he noticed that the flighty pop star was still in costume; a tight expanse of white fabric stretched around long legs, taught muscles and broad shoulders.
He almost forgot to breath. The man was bloody perfect. “Uh, Yunho-shii? I think it’s safe to…”
But Yunho shushed him with a finger to Junsu’s lips and kept listening. “They are stealthy little suckers” he warned with a whisper. Again, the seconds seemed like hours and Junsu had to force himself to stay still. He knew slightest bit of movement would be risking their bodies to touch. The younger man wasn’t sure he could handle that. Not that he didn’t want to. It’s JUNG FUCKING YUNHO FOR FUCKSAKE.
Lost in thought, Junsu failed to notice Yunho looking down at him. It wasn’t until the pop star’s breath hit the crook of his neck that Junsu even realized that Yunho had moved even closer, his arms had lowered to shoulder level and he had been holding his breath all along.
“You smell like peaches” Yunho crooned.
“B-bwah?”
Yunho chuckled, still mindful of the echo of his voice around the small room and pushed up a little until his lips found the tender lobe of the young stranger’s ear. “What’s your name gorgeous?” he asked. Junsu practically mewled.
“J-Junsu” he stuttered again.
“I saw you dancing in the pit tonight. I didn’t think I would meet you here though.”
Junsu couldn’t hide his surprise, “Really?”
“Really. Lucky me” Yunho mused, lips still oddly parallel to Junsu’s skin. “Junsu-” he said tasting the young man’s name on his tongue, “-can I kiss you?”
Junsu barely nodded when warm lips sucked at his pulse and he heard himself purr low in his throat. Small shocks of his inner most secret fantasies waved down to his groin, making his knees buckle. Fortunately, Yunho caught him and held him straight against the door. Embarrassment flushed through Junsu’s cheeks so he turned away. Facing him, the pop star smirked and placed a peck at the corner of his lips. Junsu sighed and closed his eyes, hands shaking and breathe unsteady.
Yunho’s finger tips turned his chin until their lips fluttered closely. “Last chance to say no” the older man warned.
Not receiving any protest, Yunho leaned forward, letting their lips meet in one swift move of gentle force. The kiss lasted but a few seconds before the taller man pulled away. Junsu whined and clung to the man’s lower lip. Again, Yunho chuckled. “Mhm. You taste divine” Yunho hummed. “Gods and look at you. There’s no way you are not a dancer” he continued, sneaking his large warm hangs under Junsu’s t-shirt and kissing his way down the young man’s body until he was on his knees. Junsu could have said that he was in fact a dancer, among other things. But he was slightly knocked off his sense when Yunho nuzzled the obvious excitement before him with a firm grip on Junsu’s fleshy hips. Eventually, the pop star dared to put more pressure with his nose along the clothed length. Surprised by the feel of the move Junsu nearly squealed. Relentlessly, Yunho reached for the soft fabric below the belly button with his teeth and pulled until the metal button came undone. Taken by the force, Junsu’s hands landed on the older man’s shoulders as he tried to steady himself.
“Y-Yunho-shii?” Junsu breathed.
“Mhmmm?” the other hummed against the thick fabric. But Junsu felt it anyway. His cock grew painfully hard, small pearls of his come damping the fabric just above his tip. Yunho noticed and licked the welcomed stain, testing the younger man’s resolve to keep himself quiet. He could tell Junsu was a vocal little thing and enjoyed teasing him.
Junsu kept whimpering as Yunho’s hands ran down his toned legs and around to the back of his thighs until they found the hard mounds of muscle years of sportsmanship had shaped. The pop star moaned in appreciation and kneaded the flesh with his curious palms. Yunho's tongue also worked with his lips to keep the taste of the young man against the roof of his mouth.
“Oh Fuck!” Junsu cursed against his will, piercing crescent moons on the older man’s clothed shoulders. How he wished they were bare so he could watch them flex as Yunho played with his rear and sucked him dry. But instead he found himself with his jeans and boxers down his thighs plainly exposed for the other to scrutinize. Junsu whined again, hoping Yunho would read his plea. But all the other did was smile and take his length in one swift move until his crown scraped the back of Yunho’s throat.
Yet another surprise was Yunho’s skillful tongue. The older man licked the underside of his length and around the crown, teasing the crying slit. Wet kisses circled his girth every time Yunho’s lips found the base of his cock and a warm breath teased the tawny curls around his groin.
When he moaned a little too loudly Yunho clamped his butt hard, warning him to stay quiet. Risking an almost guaranteed collapse Junsu moved to cover his mouth with both hands. The grip around him tightened, as well as the pace of Yunho’s brutal exploration. His cock felt like it was being sucked off his body as fingers tortured his already sore muscles. However, the older man’s tongue did wonders and Junsu knew who wouldn’t last long; especially when one stealthy finger began to prod his entrance.
Sure enough the digit broke through, inserting its full length in one go. Had Junsu not been fucked senseless only that morning that would have been painful. But instead, he was moaning and bucking his hips. A second finger soon followed and began thrusting at the same pace that Yunho sucked his length. One more, just one more and Junsu would be in K-pop haven. He was so close and yet Yunho refused to give him what he pleaded for.
Finally satisfied, Yunho let go of Junsu's length with a pop and stood, a white row of perfect teeth accentuating his plumb rouged lips. Without warning he turned Junsu, slamming him against the door full frontal. Junsu instinctively tried to push off the hard surface until he heard the unmistakable rip of the other man’s zipper. Bracing himself for what was to come he sucked his lower lip into his mouth in hopes of keeping in his voice.
“I’d prepare you more lovely, but we don’t have much time” Yunho explained, chuckling at Junsu’s whimper.
The intrusion was quick and hard. Yunho’s powerful thrusts pierced him like he had never been fucked before. The rhythm was calculated though and every drag against his walls burned hot into his inner core, shocking his spine into a curve and creating sensations that ran down the length of his cock. Junsu tried to meet the pop star’s thrusts but found it impossible. Even for his well trained reflexes. Instead, all he could do was keep his length from being mercilessly banged onto the hard surface.
When he thought he had good leverage, Junsu reached down to stroke his aching length. Protesting Yunho hissed, taking the younger man’s wrists to trap them behind the sinful curve of his back. When Junsu still moved he circled a hand around the back of Junsu’s neck as the other kept his arms in place.
Meanwhile, the pop star’s movement never stopped. If anything it grew quicker, hungrier. Junsu complained with a high pitched whine that was barely muffled by his lips. His body was now fully aligned with the door; a painful friction burned his cheek and neglected arousal.
“Fuck…Yun…ho-shii…shit…fuck” Junsu begged.
Yunho groaned lowly whenever his stiff cock hit that spot that made Junsu clench around him. The kid had an ass to die for and those cute whining lips were an added bonus. All the fates knew he would have never been able to resist such a temptation. It was a lucky coincidence they had met in the hallway but coincidence or not, he had already set out to find him. After all, it wasn’t the first time Junsu had attended one of his shows front row and center. And now here he was fucking the kid senseless as if he wasn’t flesh and bone and to his surprise, Junsu begged for more.
“Fuck kid, what are you?” Yunho wondered out loud. Junsu only moaned in return and curved his spine a little more, begging for a release. So Yunho continued to pound into the younger man until the heat burned and threatened to consume them both.
Obscene sounds filled the small room when they both came. Junsu nearly fell to his knees had it not been for the strong grip that released his wrists and wrapped around his waist. Tentatively, Yunho licked the sweat from the back of his neck as he pulled up the younger man’s jeans.
“I wish we had more time” Yunho whispered. “But I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you again.”
Junsu adjusted so their faces met and then noticed his souvenir bags folded on the ground. “Oh no!” Junsu complained, bending to dust and retrieve them. Yunho laughed and helped.
~*@*~
Junsu walked into Starbucks outside the venue as giddy as he could be, skipping with every step.
“What the fuck took you so long?” Jaejoong screeched.
Junsu held out his hands defensively, “Chill out dude.”
Noticing his friend carried little else but two gift bags Jaejoong reached for them and signaled to them as if they weren’t practically inches away from their faces. “You did not just spend over an hour in line for these things?! Junsu, it’s a paper bag with stranger’s faces on them. They are all wrinkled too!” Jaejoong complained.
Nothing could erase Junsu’s glowing smile so he simply shrugged. “Look closer, notice anything?” he asked, taking a seat.
“What? That this eighteen dollar piece of shit is recyclable?”
“No... Wait, how do you know they were eighteen dollars?” Junsu asked curiously.
“I… I checked. Good memory, remember?” Jaejoong said pointing to himself.
Junsu shook it off. “Whatever. Look!” he insisted, pointing to the obvious signature on the bag.
“Don’t you dare try to fool me into thinking that’s real. You owe me. I nearly got molested by those crazies!”
“Fine. Fine. But just so you know, we are going to Seoul in the fall” Junsu announced, waving around two glossy pieces of paper.
“What? Why?”
“Because we got unlimited VIP passes for the rest of the year!”
After the Show VIP [MinJae]