Author's note:
A short ficlet. I just HAD to get it out of my system. ^^
As always
Yunho usually showers quickly, if he is really tired, and goes straight
to bed. He is out in five minutes, before Yoochun really manages to strip out of
his clothes.
Changmin is quiet when he is tired (God, they all are after the
performances), but still he finds strength to read a book. And more often than
not he falls asleep with a novel in his lap. Those times Yoochun tells himself
to stay awake before it happens, because he has to get up, put the book away and
switch off the night lamp.
Junsu likes to chat before going to bed and often they stay up late
talking about their performances and new songs and music in general. Yoochun
feels usually extremely tired after such nights. Tired and satisfied.
But tonight he shares a hotel room with Jaejoong and it feels different
in many ways. Always have.
They won. They won again. And he still can’t believe it. It
feels new and so big and he couldn’t help crying when they were receiving the
award. Again.
Yoochun brushes past Jaejoong as he exists the bathroom after a quick hot
shower. He slips under the covers, relishing the coolness of bed sheets on his
skin. He hears the shower start and thinks about the rush of excitement that is
still cruising through his veins. It is all about the performance and all those
awards and the award and being up on the stage for too many times.
And about Jaejoong wiping away the tears from his cheeks.
Yoochun doesn’t feel sleepy at all, and all that excitement is slowly
moving south. He flips on his back and soon lets his hand wander down his body.
He just has to keep quiet and watch for the sounds of Jaejoong showering.
Jaejoong showering.
Yoochun lets out a low groan. The desire burns through him and he is torn
between the equal wishes to reach the release and prolong the pleasure. But soon
he feels a familiar tingling at the base of his spine and he knows he is almost there.
The speed increases and he can hear the moans escape him as he closes his
eyes and he is so fucking close. The shower stops.
And he knows he has to stop too. But he can’t. He simply can’t.
It is like an avalanche, an overflow, a jump without a parachute. It is
inevitable. And the moment Jaejoong enters the room Yoochun is coming hard.
He shudders and groans.
When he opens his eyes, he can see Jaejoong stand looking at him. He is
dressed in only pajamas pants, a towel in his hands. His blond hair is still
damp, sticking to his cheeks and neck, and Yoochun thinks he can see some
droplets of water on the other’s bare chest.
Jaejoong doesn’t look shocked, rather surprised.
“Fuck,” says Yoochun.
And Jaejoong is laughing. And soon he is straddling his hips, leaning
close, almost close to kiss, his fingers brushing Yoochun’s face in the
mimicry of his earlier actions. And everything is fine.
No, perfect.
As always.
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