Storm Season

No Place Like (OT5)

elizacake@insanejournal.com — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 01:38:52 GMT

Title: No Place Like
Pairing: OT5
Rating: Inexplicit
Summary: Just because you've come through the door, doesn't mean you've come home.

Author's Notes: Written for Mousie in the nuna_fanworks Holiday Fic Exchange. Rana did quality control.

Junsu drops his bags the moment he walks through the door. "Ohmygod what day is it?"

"It's the day you move your sweet ass into the apartment to make room for the rest of us," Yoochun says, without a hint of his usual laughter.

"It's Thursday," Yunho says.

"It's Friday, hyung." Changmin leans back against the closed door and looks with dismay at the pile of shoes in the entryway. What makes it worse is that Jaejoong's boots aren't there. The boots are well into the living room, along with Jaejoong, who is perched on the arm of the sofa, listening while the other three discuss what to do with the river of luggage that accompanied them home. Changmin rolls his eyes as the conversation rapidly deteriorates, and decides to deal with the more pressing issue.

"You," Changmin says, loud enough to be heard over the half-hearted bickering, "are getting European dirt in the carpet!"

"Designer European dirt!" Jaejoong replies, just as indignant. "It's from Paris after all."

Changmin knows exactly what Jaejoong is doing, he can read it Jaejoong's eyes, and it works, it always works. But even if he isn't annoyed anymore that doesn't mean he's going to let Jaejoong get away with it. "Did you pay the customs duty?"

Ha! He tries not to laugh as Jaejoong is caught off-balance by his line of attack. But the fun part about playing with Jaejoong is that off-balance is rarely a deterrent.

"No," Jaejoong says, his shame and regret as transparent as the shirts they used to make him wear. "Are you going to turn me in, Changminnie?" He holds out his hands in front of him, wrists crossed.

Water sprays over the back of Changmin's neck, signalling that Yoochun saw Jaejoong's whole change of expression as he walked back in from the kitchen. He leans on Changmin for support as he coughs up the rest of the water he'd inhaled.

"You are evil," Yoochun croaks out at Jaejoong, makes a half-hearted attempt to reach for him, but gives Changmin a look instead. Changmin punches Jaejoong hard enough to knock him back onto the sofa.

Yoochun pats Changmin's shoulder in thanks. "No problem," Changmin says.

"Junsuuuuuuu."

"Take off your own fucking boots," Junsu says to Jaejoong as he passes by on his way to the kitchen.

"There's no food," Yoochun calls. Yunho and Junsu groan in tandem.

"Poubay boo mayday?"

"What?" Yoochun says in English.

"Poubay boo mayday?!" Jaejoong wails again from the sofa, feet kicking gently against the arm.

"Can you help me? He's saying, 'Can you help me?'" Yunho translates.

"Pouvez-vous m'aider!" Junsu says, shoving a pile of take-out flyers against Changmin's chest. "Vuh! There are vees in that sentence."

"I'm too tired and hungry for vees," Jaejoong sighs, wiggling his toes in big circles. Yoochun nudges Junsu in the ribs and tilts his head toward Jaejoong's boots. Junsu narrows his eyes, but goes along when Yoochun takes one in hand. Changmin sees the quiet count as he puts the fliers on the sofa table, so he doesn't startle like Yunho when Jaejoong shouts, Junsu and Yoochun pulling him hard into the armrest. The boots are dropped to the floor.

"Don't do that!" Changmin rages. Yoochun and Junsu back away at a quicker pace than they would have from Yunho's–now pre-empted–chastisement. "The point was to keep the dirt off the carpet." He picks up the boots and stomps past Yunho, who is rolling his eyes.

"POUUUBAAAAY BOOOO MAAAYDAAAY!"

"You're not even trying!" Yunho snarls, and Changmin flings open the closet door to hide his laughter.

By the time he finishes putting away the scattered footwear, the rest of them have propped up Jaejoong and are sitting on the sofa, sifting through the take-out menus.

"They don't deliver after midnight," Yunho says, closing his phone.

"What kind of pizza place doesn't deliver after midnight?" Yoochun grumbles.

"One in Tokyo," Junsu says. "How about the usual?"

"It's almost two. The kitchen's likely closed," but Yunho is hitting his speed dial as he says it.

"Give me the phone." Yoochun takes it from Yunho before the number finishes dialling. "They love me over there."

"Only because you always leave a ridiculous tip," Junsu mutters.

"A practice which will get you tempura yams at two in the morning. Moshi moshi!" Yoochun gets up and walks away to charm whoever is on the other end into sending up anything they are willing to make. And, knowing Yoochun, tempura yams for Junsu.

Changmin takes Yoochun's empty spot on the sofa between the armrest and Jaejoong. Yunho continues to look through the menus, elbows resting on his knees, while Jaejoong uses his back as a pillow. Junsu is watching the pair from the other side, a slow-growing grin appearing on his face.

"We're set," Yoochun says, setting Yunho's phone on the sofa table behind them. "They said they'd send up what was left in the kitchen."

"That probably gives us just enough time for everyone to unpack," Leader-sshi suggests. "Except for Jaejoong."

Changmin's intention of support gets lost in his snickers as Jaejoong whacks Yunho between the shoulder blades.

"What was that for?" Yunho says, twisting to try and get a look at Jaejoong.

"One-touch, hyung," Changmin says. "It means, 'You love me enough to insult me, then you love me enough not to get mad when I hit you.'"

"But he hit me hard."

"How hard? This hard?" Junsu asks and demonstrates.

"No! Stop it."

"More like this hard." Jaejoong reaches over and smacks Junsu.

"OWWWW! Hyung!"

Jaejoong snorts. "Wimps. That's a love tap compared to Changmin's."

"What Changmin gives or receives?" Yoochun says from the other side of the coffee table, well out of arms' reach.

"Either." Jaejoong leans back and looks at Changmin, a conspiratorial gleam in his eye. "I mean, if I hit you like this, Changminnie," he slaps Changmin with his usual strength, "would you consider that worth responding to?"

"Probably. I wouldn't want you to think I didn't love you, hyung." He looks at Yunho and Junsu, and then at Jaejoong to see where he should show his love. "So I'd reply like this." He smacks the back of Yunho's shoulder at about 80% of his usual affection.

"Cut it out!" Yunho snarls, sitting back to provide a less tempting target.

"But if it were someone I love more than you," he says to Jaejoong as he reaches to slap Junsu's thigh, "then I'd hit them much harder."

"Hyung! Changmin hit me like this!" Junsu's indignation is shattered by his grin as he wallops Yunho's thigh. "Does he really love me more?"

"I don't care!" Yunho shakes away all of their touches as he stands up. "Because you're all...weird." He goes to sit in the chair, which has Yoochun's ass on the arm because Yoochun's laughing so hard he's doubled over.

"Careful, Yunho. Yoochun does one-touch very differently," Jaejoong says, stretching out on the sofa, his head in Changmin's lap, feet on the arm, caging in Junsu.

"And he doesn't stop at one," Junsu adds.

"I am very aware of that," Yunho says in his low, sexy voice, silencing the snickers coming from the sofa.

"Stop it, hyung. You're gonna get me in trouble." Yoochun demonstrates that his one-touch is very different, brushing at Yunho's shoulder with the backs of his fingers. Yunho pulls Yoochun, squawking, into his lap.

"Since one-touch is an expression of love it should follow the same rules as...," Yunho looks down at Yoochun, who has pretty much reclined in his arms. "As a kiss. It should only be done if both parties are willing."

"That's a good rule," Yoochun says.

"Thank you. I thought so. But I think they need a demonstration." Yunho leans down over Yoochun's smile. Changmin can see Yoochun's fingers clench on Yunho's shirt sleeve as their lips touch, a good indication that Yoochun would like nothing better than to bury his hand in Yunho's hair and hold him there for the rest of the night. Changmin loves it when Yoochun fights that urge, because it's so very good when he eventually gives in to it.

"When's the food getting here?" Junsu whines.

Yoochun lets go of the cloth to respond to Junsu, but his gesture doesn't answer the question. He brushes Yunho's hair just as Yunho pulls back from the kiss. They look at each other as if deciding whether to risk another one, when reception buzzes up.

"I got it!" Jaejoong yells, leaving a few more bruises on Changmin and Junsu as he scrambles off the couch. Yunho looks toward the door then at Yoochun, then back to the door, then down at Yoochun, who has burst out laughing.

"It's nice to know you had to think about it," Yoochun says, still laughing as he rolls off of Yunho's lap. He takes one step toward the sofa then sinks to his knees on the far side of the coffee table. He rests his chin on the top, looking up with sorrowful eyes. Changmin reaches over and pats the top of his head.

Jaejoong drops bowls, spoons, and chopsticks in a pile in front of Yoochun's nose, then goes to answer the door. "Sit in the middle, Junsu," Yoochun says as he deals out the dishes and utensils like cards.

"Why?" Junsu asks, already sliding into the middle of the sofa as Yunho takes the end seat.

"Because I miss you."

"Quick!" Changmin calls over his shoulder. "Yoochun is starting to get delusional. He needs food now! Ow!"

"Junsu, the one-touch rules...," Yunho reminds calmly.

"Hyung...," Junsu says, in his "I'm not as stupid as you pretend I am" tone.

Yunho leans forward to look around Junsu, and Changmin can't get the smile off of his face in time. "You have a point," he says.

"Everybody, please, don't all jump up and help me at once." They can't see Jaejoong's expression behind the third bag piled on the other two, but the sarcasm shows them enough. Yunho takes that bag and one of the others, allowing Jaejoong to take a seat on the floor and start piling food onto the table.

"I ordered," Yoochun says, pulling the sad eyes routine again, and Jaejoong kisses him.

"It was my phone and I dialled," Yunho says. And Jaejoong thinks about it, takes the short ribs from his hands, then kisses him.

"I'm being quiet and minding my own business," Changmin says.

Junsu turns and looks at him. "What planet are you from!?"

"If you want a kiss, kiss Junsu," Jaejoong says, winking when Changmin raises an eyebrow.

"I am nowhere near drunk enough to do that," Junsu says.

Yunho lets out an appreciative whistle and lifts a six-pack of beer from the bottom of the bag at his feet. He grins at Yoochun. "I love it when you order."

"That should do it." Changmin is braced for this slap, snickering as Junsu turns away in an imitation of a huff. Yoochun nudges at his knee and passes him a container. He puts a piece of the dish in his own bowl, but offers the next one to Junsu.

Junsu startles as the food touches his lips, but quickly takes a big bite, turning to take the rest of the container from Changmin. He smiles as he chews, leaning against the back of the sofa. "You love me," he says to Yoochun when he finishes the mouthful.

Changmin gets up with a sigh. "I'll get glasses." He smiles at the sound of choking behind him, likely Jaejoong, as he goes to the kitchen.

He comes back to find Yoochun in his seat, feeding Junsu tonkatsu while getting some of the yams for himself. Sitting on the floor is okay as long as he has a backrest, so he nudges Yoochun's feet out of the way as he sets the glasses on the table. Yunho and Jaejoong open three cans to split between the five of them. Junsu passes Changmin his glass, and Changmin keeps it raised to touch Junsu's and Yoochun's. "Santé," he says.

"Show off," Junsu mutters into his glass.

"Poubay boo mayday!" Jaejoong whines and Yoochun snorts beer up his nose. Yunho at least has the good sense to spit it out rather than breathe it in. Changmin finishes the rest of the ebi yakisoba while everyone is busy swearing, sopping up beer or laughing themselves sick.

When they are this hungry, there is usually a moratorium on any conversation beyond passing food. But tonight, they've only just removed the first empty containers from the table when Junsu breaks the quiet.

"I've just realized, I've flown all the way around the world since the last time I was here."

"It doesn't show," Changmin says. He reaches for the last gyoza, but seeing that it's sitting in a puddle of beer, changes his mind.

"What does that mean?" Junsu says, with more snap in his voice than he would usually have just hanging around a table of food in their own living room. The schedule in Paris and Brazil, and days spent on planes, are likely having more of an effect on him than he's been letting on. And Changmin is tired enough himself not to have picked up on it.

"It means that you seem like the same Junsu you were when you left. I think you need to open the rest of the beer, hyung."

"I'm not done," Junsu complains.

"Hurry up," Yoochun says as four empty glasses are placed firmly on the table. Junsu sighs, but by the time the first can has been poured, a fifth glass is added to the group.

This time they all reach in, unanimous agreement in the chime of glass. There are days when eating needs to be taken as seriously as work and this is one of them. All teasing, even talking, stops until three-quarters of the take-out containers have been returned to the bags empty and Junsu leans against Yunho's shoulder. Yunho setting down his bowl to tuck Junsu under his arm seems to be the signal that they've all done their job.

Both of them relax into the back of the sofa, Junsu mellowed out from the food and the beer if the smile on his face is any indication. Changmin glances over at Jaejoong and sees that he's noticed it, too. Yoochun clears his throat as he gets to his feet, setting his bowl and glass on the table as he rises.

"Time to move some furniture," he says under his breath, but loud enough for Changmin to hear. It takes a few minutes for Changmin to get the reference, long enough for Yoochun to get Jaejoong to his feet. They both head to their room, where they are going to pull the mattresses off their beds, making a comfortable spot big enough for all of them. They would do something similar in the early days in Japan, on those too-frequent days that had pushed one of them to his limit. The futons in the temporary apartments made it easy for Jaejoong and Yoochun to fill the remaining floor space in the larger bedroom, making sure that the strength of the whole group was there for support.

It's more difficult now, and not needed as often, but after over a week living with cameras and staff around every corner, Changmin is very pleased that Yoochun's thought of it tonight. He takes a look at the remnants of the meal, not quite ready to abandon it. He starts by pouring the remaining beer into one glass.

"What are you doing?" Junsu asks, not sounding like he really cares. Yunho looks more concerned, and nods toward the bedrooms when Changmin meets his gaze. Changmin just smiles in return and dishes up the rest of the food between the five bowls, disposing of the last of the delivery containers as Yoochun and Jaejoong return.

"Excellent idea," Jaejoong says, picking up his now full bowl and the beer.

Yoochun and Changmin take two bowls each and Yoochun says, "You carry Junsu and follow us."

"Don't try it!" Junsu snarls at Yunho, making Changmin snicker as he heads to the bedroom.

They've found another futon so the "bed" really is big enough for five. Changmin stakes out the corner near the nightstand, not trusting the food to the floor beside the mattress. The beer either, so he moves the glass to the night stand while Jaejoong waits for Junsu and Yunho. They are taking too long.

"No making out before you get in here. You know the rules," Yoochun yells. Moments later Yunho oozes into the doorway and leans on the doorjamb.

"Junsu is in the bathroom," he says. "I was listening to make sure he didn't pass out and hit his head."

"I'm not that drunk, hyung," Junsu says, slapping Yunho's ass he passes by and showing exactly how drunk he is. Yoochun's grin confirms Changmin's impression.

Junsu falls onto the bed, spread out diagonally, taking up as much room as he can. Daring someone to move him. They've been together too long, all of them have seen that trick before. Changmin decides to be the one to take him up on the dare. It just happens to be a different dare. The kiss starts out soft, then becomes hot as Junsu responds, his inhibitions already passed out cold. It takes him threading his fingers in Changmin's long hair before he pauses and pulls back. Changmin grins down at him. "You are that drunk, hyung."

Junsu smiles back. "I'm really not."

The clink of glass tears Changmin's attention from Junsu's mouth. Jaejoong has stolen the best seat near the nightstand and is working his way through the food. Yunho is using Jaejoong's thigh as a pillow and is chewing on something, the half-piece of tonkatsu in Jaejoong's chopsticks a good clue. With a whine to get Jaejoong's attention, Changmin abandons Junsu–Yoochun had been wanting to move in anyway–and crawls close enough to be fed. He stretches out as he savours the pork, the top of his head against Yunho's side and his legs over Junsu's.

"What was that?" Junsu says, chewing on something himself.

"Wakame subitashi."

"You fed me vegetables?!"

"I know, I'm a horrible person," Yoochun says, taking some of the seaweed for himself. "You didn't complain when I fed you yams earlier."

"Those are orange."

"Ah."

Changmin can feel Yunho laughing, and when he looks up, he sees Jaejoong's eyes are crinkled above the edge of the beer glass. The beer and the food and the warm bed are doing their work; Changmin stifles a yawn. "Your head will explode if you don't let those out," Jaejoong says.

"That's for sneezes," Changmin says, but gives in to the next one. Yunho echoes him within a handful of seconds. Yoochun laughs, very softly, and Changmin looks down to see that Junsu is already asleep. Yoochun looks like he could doze off at any second, too, but then he always looks like that.

"I can't reach the light," Jaejoong says as he slides down, throwing his leg over Changmin's and insisting on using Changmin's shoulder as a pillow. Yoochun gets up, tossing a real pillow down to Yunho, since his has wandered away, and then a couple of blankets. He has one of each still in his arms as he turns out the light, but the city glow is bright enough to show how he shares the pillow, and tucks Junsu and himself under the covers.

His final sigh seems to settle things; Changmin feels himself sinking into the bed that holds and connects them all, and into restful sleep. Nothing can shake the peace they've recaptured, not even Jaejoong's pathological need to get the last word by saying, "Welcome home."

More Wishes for Kisses this holiday season!

elizacake@insanejournal.com — Mon, 29 Dec 2008 05:25:42 GMT

I almost forgot to remind everybody that wishkisses is live again this season with separate rounds going in InsaneJournal and over at LiveJournal, too.

The rules are a little different this year, more open. What you wish for is a topic and then lots and lots of stories can be posted in the comments. So far, IJ only mistletoe and cookies have been wished for, but I have a Changmin/Lina/Stephanie story posted under mistletoe. Over in Live Journal, the topics are -- mistletoe (I have a Stephanie/Changmin kiss there), snow, candlelight, and silk.

Head on over! Read the comments, write a kiss, make a wish. :D

The morning calm and the rising sun are just beginnings.

elizacake@insanejournal.com — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 04:11:36 GMT

Five years ago, five boys, exhausted and excited, were glued to the TV waiting to see if their song had been cut out of the special they'd performed in the night before. They didn't get cut out. In fact, that night, something in the world shifted. They were only little gods at that point and just starting their ascent, but Dong Bang Shin Ki had arrived. Five years later and when I hear comments about DBSK having reached the top, I snicker to myself. They've just cleared the horizon, the day for these gods has just begun.

December and January are usually a fallow time for me as far as writing goes, so since I didn't get anything new finished to share for the boys' 5th anniversary (or for the holidays) I thought I'd put some older stuff in a form that some people seems to like. I've formatted the first 10 stories of the Sweet Harmony series and put them into a PDF file. Here it is.

Thank you to everyone who supports these beautiful men -- then, now, and in the future.

The morning calm and the rising sun are just beginnings.

elizacake@insanejournal.com — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 03:52:27 GMT

DBSK: Sweet Harmony #17 - Surprise Guest Vocal (Album Version)

elizacake@insanejournal.com — Sat, 13 Dec 2008 03:24:10 GMT

Title: Surprise Guest Vocal (Album Version)
Series: Sweet Harmony #17
Rating: Explicit.
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong

Author's Notes: This is a revision of the story posted in June. I was very unhappy with it. These stories can't be rushed and I rushed that one. It still follows closely with #16, so won't make sense without having read that one first.

Author's Special Notes:For Rana, and not just because it's her birthday. *HUGS*

"I get no say in this."

"Nope."

Yoochun leans against Jaejoong's grip just a bit as he's dragged down the hall, his grin giving away the game when Jaejoong looks back. He gets a grin in return, one that sends a little jolt of exhilaration through his guts.

Jaejoong has something planned.

He kicks the workroom door shut as soon as they are through and then falls back against it, pulling Yoochun with him. "Was that the hottest thing you ever saw?" he asks.

"Up until this moment," Yoochun says, leaning close enough to feel Jaejoong's panted breath and subsequent snort.

"Keep your weak-ass come-ons to yourself, Park Yoochun. Especially when you already know you're getting some."

"I am?"

Yoochun can see the shove coming in Jaejoong's expression, a reply to his own poorly affected innocence. He aims for the chair, which gets caught on the rug that the manager insists helps soundproof the room, topples over against a CD rack and spills the discs and Yoochun onto the floor. Jaejoong stays frozen against the door, his hand over his mouth as the cacophony fills the room.

They meet each other's eyes in the stillness that follows and Yoochun starts to laugh at the horror on Jaejoong's face, which is followed closely by dawning realization. "Nothing's broken!" Jaejoong cracks open the door to call to the rest of the household.

"Nothing important is broken," Yoochun can't help but clarify. He knows how much credibility Jaejoong's version will be given and he really doesn't want to disrupt whatever's going on out there.

Or what's going on in here either.

Jaejoong is wearing his "Do you still love me?" look as he kneels down beside Yoochun. "Are you hurt?" he asks aloud and breaths a sigh at Yoochun's head shake.

Yoochun doesn't mind the disruption of their momentum though. Other than their time with Changmin, the rest of their encounters have been fast, hot, and sometimes risky--although he now understands why Yunho would agree to a quickie in a dressing room closet with Jaejoong--and always at Jaejoong's instigation. At the moment, Jaejoong seems to have abandoned the idea completely, propping himself on his hands and knees, and reaching over Yoochun to pick up the scattered discs. Yoochun can't tell what's got Jaejoong avoiding his gaze, embarrassment or regret or both, but it finally gives him a chance to set the tone for a change. As thrilling as Jaejoong's mad dashes always are, Yoochun has been looking for a chance to take it slow.

He starts by brushing the hair away from the side if Jaejoong's face, a gesture any of them would have made, except for the way he lingers over the rise of Jaejoong's cheekbone, the curve of his ear, the fine, soft hair at the nape of his neck. On the second pass, Jaejoong stills, and Yoochun feathers over his eyebrows and eyelashes, along the side of his nose, skimming his lips. He follows Jaejoong's collarbone and he fans his fingers over Jaejoong's shoulder before running a firmer caress down Jaejoong's back.

"Chunnie?"

Yoochun smiles and hums his approval as he continues running hand and gaze over Jaejoong's buttocks and down the back of his leg. A rejection would have been a far less ambiguous response, and the idea of having to seduce Jaejoong, even a little bit, is a serious turn-on. He steals a glance from the corner of his eye as he licks his lips, pausing at the sight of Jaejoong following his example with a slow swipe of pink tongue.

"Whenever you're ready," Yoochun says. Seduction is great, but something about the way Jaejoong is being so passive bothers him. He has to be sure that Jaejoong really is okay with this.

"Hm?"

"To kiss me." Yoochun moves back up the outside of Jaejoong's thigh, giving his hipbone a squeeze before brushing fingertips over the skin of his belly. "Whenever you're ready."

Jaejoong grabs Yoochun's wrist, but Yoochun hooks his fingers inside Jaejoong's sweats and drags them along as he settles back onto the now very convenient carpet. Jaejoong has the good sense to move with his clothes and to use both of his hands to brace himself, leaving Yoochun free to slide his own hands under Jaejoong's t-shirt and around his back.

"Are you lying on any of the CD cases?"

Playing hard to get is one thing, but this is starting to get insulting. Since Jaejoong isn't taking the hint, Yoochun uses the leverage to help lift himself up, to kiss Jaejoong's throat. "They're my CD cases."

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable," Jaejoong says, closing his eyes and tilting his head in an obvious suggestion for the direction of Yoochun's mouth. This is more like it; Yoochun takes a nip at Jaejoong's jaw as payment for the extended tease.

"Then get down here before I get a cramp in my neck."

The audience might think Jaejoong's triceps are just for their visual enjoyment, but the slow descent to the carpet proves the well-trained arms have practical applications as well. "Show off," Yoochun mutters against Jaejoong's mouth. Jaejoong's lips curl in a smile before the kiss confirms the title Yoochun has bestowed.

Whenever Yoochun kisses Jaejoong, he wonders why he doesn't do it more often. Maybe it's because both of them were in the habit of not kissing each other for so long, but it's a skill Jaejoong seems determined to master today. Since Yoochun will always support his best friend's decisions at self-improvement, he kisses back with equal determination and a bit more finesse.

"Now who's the show off?" Jaejoong says, running his mouth along Yoochun's jaw to his ear.

"Eh?" Yoochun grins at the sting on his jaw from Jaejoong giving them matching bruises.

"I can taste you being smug. You are not the best kisser I've kissed."

"But I'm the best kisser in the room."

Jaejoong snorts at the implication, and pulls back to look Yoochun in the eye before scolding in a very soft, sexy voice, "Junsu's corrupting you, you know."

"Oh, I know." Yoochun puts his hands on Jaejoong's ass and rolls his hips, Jaejoong's cock going from firm to hard with the single deliberate motion.

"I think I'll cook him something good for dinner," Jaejoong says, distracted, closing his eyes and meeting Yoochun's next thrust with a mirroring move. Yoochun slips his hands into Jaejoong's sweats, no longer needing to guide him, but wanting to feel his skin, the movement of his muscles, his warmth.

Jaejoong catches his breath with a hard gasp, and looks up into Yoochun's eyes. There is a bit of panic there, a lot of heat, and Yoochun knows that control has just slipped out of Jaejoong's grasp. He surges up, catching Jaejoong's open mouth with his, making sure that Jaejoong has no doubt as to how he feels about the course of events, no matter how much he would have preferred to make it last. The message is received. Jaejoong kisses back with a fury to match the movement of his hips; Yoochun just hangs on.

It ends almost as quickly as it began. Jaejoong pulls back, just his breath brushing over Yoochun's lips, and his hips still so that Yoochun can sense the pulse, if not the warmth, of his release. A flush rises over the rest of Jaejoong's skin; Yoochun can feel the heat under his hands and see the pink in Jaejoong's cheeks, the only obvious sign on his face that he's just come in his pants.

"You didn't?" Jaejoong asks, when it looks like he's managed to get his eyes to focus again.

"I'm too lazy. That looked like work."

"Oh." The look on Jaejoong's face adds volumes to the single word and Yoochun likes the direction the story is taking. Jaejoong crawls down his body, using teeth to grab at his waistband tie and then smacks his belly when he dissolves into snickers instead of helping to get his pants off. With both hands, and without concern for Yoochun's comfort, Jaejoong jerks the loosened drawstring trousers down to Yoochun's knees.

Yoochun gets his breath knocked out of him when his hips hit the floor, and the sight of Jaejoong hovering over his cock doesn't help him find it again. Jaejoong is always aware of his audience and so waits until he has Yoochun's complete attention before licking his lips, the tip of his tongue brushing the head of Yoochun's cock in the same motion.

"You are such a tease," Yoochun complains, but doesn't see the point in putting any force behind it. Mostly because it's not really a complaint, Jaejoong's patience is always the first to run out anyway and today he seems to have less than usual. The next flick of his tongue is simply to act as a guide for his lips while he keeps his eyes on Yoochun. And Yoochun tries to keep looking into Jaejoong's eyes, but with the image of his cock disappearing between Jaejoong's lips in his peripheral vision, he gives up before Jaejoong is halfway down. Jaejoong crows his victory around Yoochun's flesh.

After that they both get more comfortable. Yoochun lets his head relax back onto the floor and closes his eyes, his hands brushing over the bits of Jaejoong that he can reach. Jaejoong finds an easy, steady rhythm and slowly stretches out between Yoochun's legs. The next crash is not entirely unexpected.

"It's just the stool," Jaejoong says, breath cooling wet skin after he's turned to assess the most recent disaster. "And the door's open."

"What?" So it is. Sitting ajar just enough to let the sound out.

"They're probably wondering what's going on in here. I think we should give them something to think about."

"What?!"

"Chunnie!" Jaejoong moans and Yoochun slaps his shoulder. "Fuck!"

"What the hell–?" Yoochun stage whispers. This is so very unsexy. Even if Jaejoong's breath and tongue continue to wrap around him as Jaejoong lets out the most obscene groan ever to be heard in this room. He's not willing to testify about the other rooms in this house.

As Jaejoong's voice fades, they can hear another. This groan isn't faked; Yoochun knows the way Junsu's body moves, the look on his face when his climax is intense enough to produce this sound. Heat rushes under Yoochun's skin, and Jaejoong sucks it into his cock and then out. Yoochun's moan is much quieter.

When Jaejoong finishes and pulls up Yoochun's pants, he rests his chin on Yoochun's chest and smirks. "You are so easy."

"Shut up." Yoochun pokes at Jaejoong's cheek. "I was right there before you decided to be a moron."

"The way I see it, I made Junsu come. And because he did, you did, so I made you come, too."

"And the fact that my cock was down your throat doesn't play a factor in your universe?"

"Sure. But it's rather...mundane."

Yoochun can't think of an answer to that other than to smile; only Jaejoong would consider anything he does mundane. A kiss doesn't seem out of place either, but it's oddly one-sided, making Yoochun add, "I love you so much," as he lets Jaejoong go, both of them sitting up.

"You should. I give great head." Jaejoong is on his feet before he says, "I love you, too."

Yoochun takes Jaejoong's offered hand to get to his feet, and keeps the grip as leverage to help him right the chair, but using only one hand to lift it sacrifices control, and one of the wheels lands on a CD case with a sharp crack. Jaejoong winces at the sound and sighs when he catches Yoochun's eye. Yoochun can't help chuckling as he pulls Jaejoong into a hug, indulging the anxious child that always lives in his best friend. He rubs between Jaejoong's shoulder blades, Jaejoong uses his fingertips to massage Yoochun's lower back, and the embrace quickly moves from comfort to arousal.

Yoochun leans into it, but Jaejoong pulls away completely with an embarrassed laugh, avoiding Yoochun's eyes again as he places a soft kiss on Yoochun's cheek. Then he puffs out his own cheeks in a noisy sigh as he sinks back onto his knees to finish picking up the discs.

Now that was just weird. But before Yoochun can join him and try to find out what the hell is going on, Junsu's indignant yelp comes from just outside the door. Yoochun follows the sound, because Junsu being indignant is far more likely to need his immediate intervention than Jaejoong being weird.

"Yoochunieeeeeee!" Junsu wails and reaches with both hands, his back arched while his belly rests on Changmin's shoulder. Yunho is opening the bathroom door.

"Junsu's getting a shower? It's about time."

"You should talk! I can smell you from over here!" Junsu has such a sweet way with words.

Yunho high-fives Yoochun as he passes by on his way into the workroom, but there is something in his eyes that makes Yoochun glance back at the sound of the door latching. It wasn't quite an accusation, possibly curiosity, but Yunho is sometimes difficult to read when it comes to Jaejoong. The sound of Jaejoong's laughter coming though the door takes away any lingering trepidation about Yunho or the weirdness, and brings Yoochun's attention back to Changmin waiting in the bathroom doorway, letting Junsu show all of his teeth as Yoochun continues his amble down the hall.

"Is that your way of saying you'd like someone to scrub your back?" Yoochun asks, and Changmin takes the last step into the bathroom.

"It's not his back that needs scrubbing," Changmin says. He drops Junsu onto the counter beside the sink and looks down at his shirt, making a show of brushing off the remnants of their recent activity. Junsu is being his usual subtle self, looking from Yoochun to Changmin and grinning so that his face might break.

Yoochun isn't about to give up an invitation like that. "Perhaps you should stick around to supervise," he says, and closes the door.

~~~

"Yoochunnie."

Yoochun steps back into the bedroom; he'd really hoped to get in and out without waking up Junsu. "Can I get you anything?"

Junsu doesn't lift his head from the pillow, but reaches out a hand, making grabby motions that are crystal clear. Yoochun threads his fingers through Junsu's, grinning even as the excess heat he feels worries him. Junsu pulls him down and Yoochun drapes himself over the Junsu-shaped, blanket-covered lump, resting his cheek on what feels like a shoulder. After a few minutes, Junsu pushes him away with a whimper.

Yoochun chuckles and kisses Junsu's warm forehead. "There's water and juice right here," he says. "I'm going to be working on that song most of the night, so you can toss and kick and whine all you want."

Junsu opens one eye, managing to look stern even with a stuffed elephant tucked under his chin. "You need to sleep, too."

"Changmin's room is free. Jaejoong will probably insist on tucking me in to make sure I get into bed."

"Tell Jaejoongie I want melon for breakfast."

"Hai, Junsu-sama."

Junsu lifts up his cheek, and Yoochun brushes it with the backs of his fingers before setting a soft kiss at the corner of Junsu's eye. "Love you," Junsu mutters.

"Love you, too."

Yoochun manages to get out of the bedroom this time and heads back to the living room. He perches on the arm of a chair and waves the retrieved notebook at the pair on the couch.

"How's the patient?" Yunho asks.

"Cranky. He always is when he's got a fever. And he wants melon for breakfast."

"Why are you looking at me?" Jaejoong isn't really scowling, but it would fool most people.

"I said I'd tell you."

Jaejoong rolls his eyes, and Yunho grins and pats Jaejoong's shoulder as he stands up. "If we don't have any, I'll go get some in the morning," he says.

"I can go–"

Yunho cuts off Jaejoong's offer with a raised hand and a firm shake of his head. "You two are going to finish that damn song tonight. I'm sick of hearing about it."

"But–"

"Don't come to bed unless it's done," Yunho calls over his shoulder as he heads down the hall.

"Pushy bastard!" Jaejoong says, nowhere near under his breath. The rest of the commentary is reduced to muttering as he fusses, picking up the few things he has scattered around himself on the couch, his distraction and excess energy not boding well for the productivity of the rest of the evening.

To Yoochun's surprise, they actually do get a great deal of work done. It could be because once in the workroom, Jaejoong is focussed almost to the point of ignoring him, but Yoochun isn't going to complain. They get the melody nailed down and a good portion of the arranging finished before Jaejoong cracks his jaw with a big yawn. Yoochun smiles to himself as he starts to turn off the equipment.

Jaejoong grabs his hand. "What are you doing?"

"It's late, you're tired, and we've done enough for tonight. Go to bed."

"You're not tired."

"I'm tired enough that the arranging is taking more effort than it should. I'll probably look at the lyrics some more, but I can do that in bed."

"Junsu...?"

"Changmin's bed. He officially offered it to me before he left for his dad's place."

"That's 'cause he's sweet on you."

Something in Jaejoong's voice makes Yoochun look at him sharply, but there is no hint in his expression of the bitter edge Yoochun thought he heard, only pride-filled love especially reserved for Changmin. Yoochun smiles over his shoulder as he continues to shut down the equipment. "Sweet on me? Where did you dig up that ancient phrase?"

"My parents are old, I know a lot of ancient phrases." Jaejoong drops his forehead to the now silent keyboard. "Chunnie."

It's almost a plea, and the weariness in Jaejoong's voice has nothing to do with the late hour. Something has obviously been working at his brain; it hurts a little that they haven't talked about it before now. That was one of the things Yoochun could always count on, that Jaejoong was here for him and Jaejoong would trust him in return. That hasn't changed, Yoochun reminds himself, there just seems to be a few more obstacles getting in the way of the words these days.

Yoochun runs his fingertips firmly up the full length of Jaejoong's back, ending by pressing them into the muscle above the tattoo. It's rock hard, but Jaejoong groans in appreciation and slowly leans back toward him. He keeps working the muscles along the back of Jaejoong's neck, pushing and stroking, coaxing them into letting go. The muscles are being reluctant, but Jaejoong seems to be shedding some of his armour. He's been wearing it more often lately. Sometimes it's back to the strength it was when they first met. Yoochun glances at the wall the workroom shares with Yunho and Jaejoong's bedroom, heartened by the impression that Yunho's noticed it, too. Or, considering his parting instructions, might even know what the fuck is up and is getting impatient. Which means it's likely fixable.

But Yoochun isn't going to be the one to push.

"I could write you a note saying it was my idea to quit for the night. Think Yunho would let you back into bed then?"

He isn't going to push hard.

Jaejoong snorts at the suggestion of a note, but Yoochun can feel some of the tension flow back under his fingers at the mention of Yunho. "He wasn't talking about the song," Jaejoong says just loud enough for Yoochun to hear.

"I could write a note telling him to keep his nose out of our business."

That makes Jaejoong laugh, a truly amused one, and the look on his upturned face is more open than Yoochun has seen in days, drawing him down into a far gentler kiss than they've shared in months. As they part, he considers whispering against Jaejoong's lips, but decides he wants to look into Jaejoong's eyes.

"Come to bed with me." Yoochun is watching carefully this time; he sees the conflict flash across Jaejoong's face. But then Jaejoong is out of the chair and dragging Yoochun out the door. Yoochun slows them down enough to hit the light switch on his way out and, in the few steps to Changmin's room, manages to gather his wits together from the trail of them scattered in Jaejoong's wake.

He knows better than to try to stop Jaejoong from fumbling with their pants; instead, he steps close and gathers Jaejoong in. "Stop," he whispers, his hands cradling the back of Jaejoong's head.

"Stop? This was your idea."

"I don't just want to fuck you, Jae–" The rest of the word is squeezed out of him as Jaejoong suddenly returns the hug with considerable force and deep, quick breaths warming Yoochun's neck. Yoochun feels the desperation again, the same weirdness that came to the surface last week with a fall of CDs. He strokes Jaejoong's back, rubbing his cheek against Jaejoong's hair. "Joongie-ah."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Jaejoong mutters. Yoochun tries to pull away, to look at Jaejoong, but Jaejoong just holds on tighter. "I feel like I'm cheating on Yunho."

For an instant Yoochun is hurt for being singled out, until he sees beyond the very thin surface of rejection to why he might be different from the rest. "We don't have to, you know? Just because everyone else is doing it."

Jaejoong pulls back with a start. "You don't want to?!"

The real hurt and confusion in Jaejoong's eyes prevent Yoochun from giving in to his first impulse, which is to one-touch the idiot. He settles for saying, "You are, on occasion, completely insane."

Yoochun smiles as he says it, brushing hair from Jaejoong's cheek, his fingers curling around the nape of Jaejoong's neck as he rubs under Jaejoong's ear with his thumb. The shock fades from Jaejoong's expression, his mouth and eyes closing under the massage and he leans into Yoochun's touch. He settles his hands in a less crushing embrace around Yoochun's waist and sighs, "On occasion."

Jaejoong is with him now, completely present. It's only in comparison that Yoochun notices the difference, but he can feel it in the way Jaejoong stands, the tension in his body, the way he breathes. It was the distance he felt as armour, the secrets he felt as the weirdness. The tears that appear confirm he's feeling it in his heart as well, but he doesn't want to wallow in excess emotions now. Pressing his face against the shoulder seam of Jaejoong's t-shirt soaks up one tear before it falls. He brushes his lips against the side of Jaejoong's neck as he rubs the other eye, hoping it will be enough of a distraction.

"You're crying. Are you crying? You are so crying."

"I'm not crying, I'm smelling you." He's certain Jaejoong doesn't buy that, the t-shirt isn't very thick, but he pulls back to prove that at least there are no tears on his face. "I've missed you."

All the amusement falls from Jaejoong's expression and a tell-tale shine rises in his eyes. "I am so sorry," he says, and means it. "Yoochun-ah, I didn't–"

Yoochun covers Jaejoong's mouth and looks at him very, very sternly. "Don't you dare start. If you start, then I'll start, and we'll end up being tired and very messy without the fun part."

Jaejoong's eyes continue to shine, but no tears squeeze out during the transformation from sorrowful to smiling. He pulls Yoochun's hand away as he leans closer and says, "Then we should get to the fun part. Pre-emptive strike."

Yoochun starts to laugh, but that doesn't stop Jaejoong. He kisses around the smile, breathes in the laughter. He takes the warmth lifting Yoochun's heart and sends it spiralling downward, and at that point, Yoochun kisses back.

It's like the first time, in the kitchen with the mangoes, lazy caresses and lingering tastes. No need to fit all of the passion required for completion into four minutes. They have hours, possibly days if they let Yunho watch. He has to get out of his head when doing this because smiling in the middle is going to make Jaejoong ask questions.

"What are you thinking?"

Questions like that. "That I could do this for days." He tries to return to the kiss, but Jaejoong makes it clear he's not finished his line of inquiry. Yoochun runs a line of kisses over his cheek to the hinge of his jaw.

"I don't think I could wait for days."

"No one said you had to hold back." Yoochun mouths down Jaejoong's neck, but pauses to say softly, clearly, "I can keep kissing you while you come."

Jaejoong pulls Yoochun's hips in tight with the hand still lingering on his back, the effect of Yoochun's words and actions very obvious. "Been there, done that," Jaejoong says, not even approaching the boredom that should be in his voice.

"Not while naked."

"The shower in the hotel in--"

Pulling Jaejoong's t-shirt over his head seems like a reasonable way of distracting him and it has the added bonus of starting the process of getting their clothes off. Jaejoong blinks while Yoochun tosses the balled up garment over his shoulder, then says, "I'm sorry I missed my cue."

Yoochun can never hide a smile from Jaejoong. "Make it up to me."

The kiss is a good way to start, leading them over to the bed is an excellent way to continue. Yoochun feels when Jaejoong's legs hit the edge of the mattress. "Down," Jaejoong warns in the space of a breath, and Yoochun puts a knee on the bed to help support them both so that they don't have to break the kiss. Which is kind of dumb, because they break the kiss the moment they are comfortably situated, Yoochun resting on his elbow and between Jaejoong's thighs.

Jaejoong smiles up at Yoochun, closing his eyes as Yoochun brushes fingertips over his face and neck. Yoochun shivers as Jaejoong returns the light caresses; he feathers up the inside of Yoochun's arm, presses more firmly down the ribs, then spreads his hand for the run over Yoochun's back to curl around the shoulders. After a brief squeeze as he opens his eyes again, Jaejoong's smile changes and he begins to ruck Yoochun's t-shirt up with small movements of his fingers until he has the hem in his grasp. Yoochun takes the hint then, pulling his head and one arm out of the garment, then shifting his weight and tossing it away with the other. Jaejoong is humming softly when Yoochun leans in again, so Yoochun keeps the kiss light and continues with more of them down Jaejoong's throat. He wants to keep hearing the humming, feeling it with his lips; it's a sure sign of a contented Jaejoong. Part of Jaejoong's contentment, however, could be due to the fact that he has his hands down Yoochun's pants.

Yoochun runs his teeth along Jaejoong's collarbone, getting a hiss and a squeeze in reply. He nuzzles under Jaejoong's ear as he asks, "Looking for something in there?"

"Nope." Jaejoong squeezes his ass again. "Found it."

"Think you'll be able to find it again?" Yoochun moves his nuzzling down Jaejoong's chest, pausing to place a few firm, teeth-edged kisses on the unpierced nipple. It turns the beginning of Jaejoong's complaint into a groan, and stops him from reaching for Yoochun's ass, instead he arches into Yoochun's mouth. Yoochun continues down Jaejoong's chest and abs to the bow holding up Jaejoong's pyjama bottoms. He takes the tail in his teeth, watching Jaejoong's face as he pulls the knot loose. He sees the amusement he intended to put there, but also a seriousness, a heat he didn't completely expect.

The flush starts to rise even before he cups Jaejoong's cock through the cloth, reddening Jaejoong's chest and throat and lips. He runs his fingers over the hard flesh, knowing that this skin would be flushed pink, too. The point is to strip Jaejoong of his pants, but Yoochun likes the way the thin cloth outlines Jaejoong's cock, the ease with which he can feel the changes in shape, in strength, the way it flexes into his touch even as he sees Jaejoong struggle to keep his hips still.

"Did you find what you're looking for?" Jaejoong asks. Yoochun catches his breath at the warm honey smoothness of Jaejoong's voice. He's used to rougher textures against his ear by this point in the evening, the contrast reminding him of Jaejoong's other unique qualities. He continues to look into Jaejoong's eyes as he slides off the pyjamas.

"I think I have."

He wasn't going to look. The point was to turn a lame joke into something a little deeper, but Jaejoong is made up of such beautiful lines absolutely everywhere, that he can't help it. Smiling in amusement at his own weakness, Yoochun pushes off his own pants, and leans forward to place a kiss at the base of Jaejoong's cock, one up the shaft, one on the head. He continues up Jaejoong's body the way he travelled down until he's breathing against Jaejoong's lips.

Jaejoong whispers, "Don't move," then gives Yoochun a soft, nibbling kiss as he squirms around between Yoochun's braced hands and knees. He eventually settles back down onto the bed with a sigh. "It's not going to work. Let me up."

Yoochun frowns, not usually so clueless about what Jaejoong has on his mind, but he swings his leg over Jaejoong's thighs and lifts an arm so that Jaejoong can roll off the bed and onto his feet. "Where are you going?"

"To get supplies so we don't have to look for them later." Jaejoong reaches into a side table drawer without hesitation and holds up Changmin's almost empty bottle of lube. "The boy's going to hurt himself."

"No, he's not. Because he uses lube instead of condiments."

"You're not going to let me forget that, are you?"

"That's what best friends are for," Yoochun says. He tosses the blankets to the end of the mattress, the sharp motion pulling the pillows free and scattering them over the rest of the bed. "You were very tasty, by the way."

"You complained the whole time."

"I know what you do with positive reinforcement, and I'm not sure Yunho has my sense of humour when it comes to things like that."

Jaejoong's smile reaches his whole body. "You'd be surprised." The grin fades a little. "Although wasabi mayonnaise might be pushing it. You look so cute."

Yoochun raises his head from the pillow he has tucked under his chin and chest, arms wrapped around it to hold it in place. "Is that good?"

"That entirely depends if you want to get laid tonight or not."

It could be a trap. It could be a tease. It could be payback for his fishing for a compliment. Yoochun gives in and asks, "And if I do?"

Jaejoong stretches out beside him and runs fingertips down his spine. Yoochun relaxes onto the pillow again, watching Jaejoong though half-open eyes. Jaejoong is watching his hand as he smooths over Yoochun's back, traces the arc of the letters inked on Yoochun's skin, but meets Yoochun's eyes as he continues the caress firmly, deliberately over his ass. Yoochun pushes into the touch in reply to the silent question.

"You're sure?"

"Oh, yeah."

Jaejoong puts his head on the pillow beside Yoochun, leaning in for a light kiss. It's not enough; Yoochun suddenly loses his taste for extended anticipation. He cups the back of Jaejoong's neck, tipping them off of the pillow as he deepens the kiss. Jaejoong threads his fingers into Yoochun's hair, hanging on as he surges up against Yoochun's mouth. Yoochun hooks his leg over Jaejoong's to pull them tight enough so that his cock rubs against Jaejoong's hip. He slides his hand from Jaejoong's neck, skimming flank and hip until he can wrap his hand around Jaejoong's cock.

This time Jaejoong doesn't fight the thrust into Yoochun's palm and Yoochun moans into Jaejoong's mouth, the show of strength sending a wave of heat into his own cock. It leaves him aching. Wanting. A very specific want. The next time Jaejoong slides his tongue into Yoochun's mouth, Yoochun doesn't meet it, he opens his jaw and lets Jaejoong in, letting Jaejoong fill him, feel him. It results in another thrust of Jaejoong's hips and a soft growl from the back of Jaejoong's throat. Jaejoong tries to turn them over, but instead, Yoochun pulls away, staying on his stomach. He turns his head to watch Jaejoong as he removes his hand from Yoochun's hair, runs it down Yoochun's back again, stopping on the tattoo. He leans in for one more gentle kiss then sits up, snatching up the condoms and lube as he goes.

Yoochun had once made the comment that a lot can be learned during the prep, but he can't imagine what else Jaejoong would need to know about him. They know each other so well, too well at times, and yet he hears a surprised sound as two fingers slide into him. He looks over his shoulder and sees Jaejoong with a bemused smile. "What?" Yoochun asks with a smile of his own.

Jaejoong startles a bit, but then just shakes his head. "Did you want to get up on your knees? Or move the pillow?"

"I don't think Changmin would appreciate if we fuck on his pillows. Not without him here." Jaejoong snorts and pulls out, adding more lube to his hand as Yoochun sits up onto his heels. "You didn't answer me."

"Do you want a third?"

"Jaejoong."

Jaejoong looks down at his hands, Yoochun's fingers lightly circling each wrist. "I was thinking how like Junsu you are, so very accepting of this."

"We have lots of practice. Why did I have to drag this out of you?"

Jaejoong blushes before blurting out, "Because I thought mentioning Junsu when I have my fingers up your ass would have been tacky. Do you want three?"

Yoochun falls over, shaking his head and howling with laughter. Between the waves of hilarity he sees Jaejoong coat his cock with the excess lube and wipe his hands with some tissues. His hands are still a little slick when he grabs Yoochun's hips, pulling them up so that Yoochun is on his knees. "It's not that funny," Jaejoong says.

"Tacky," Yoochun gasps, nodding because it really is just that funny.

The sharp smack on his ass indicates that Jaejoong still doesn't share his amusement, at least not until Yoochun moans while sending his best heavy-lidded stare over his shoulder. Then Jaejoong grins, and smacks him again.

"I knew you had to be getting a thrill out of all that hitting," Yoochun says, surprising himself at how low his voice is. How he pushes back into the next slap rather than pulling away from it.

"It's the closest that I'll ever get to sex in public with Changmin. The question I have is," Jaejoong slaps him again, then presses close, his cock tucked between Yoochun's now very warm cheeks, "what are you getting out of this?"

"It's like eating chilies, or maybe wasabi, a strong, sudden burst of sensation." Yoochun can feel Jaejoong breathing on the skin between his shoulder blades and the slight pull of Jaejoong's thighs against his abused buttocks. "But with this, there isn't numbness when the pain fades, but more sensitivity. Jaejoong, please fuck me now."

Yoochun can't stay still, he needs to move. "You need to stay still," Jaejoong says, not smacking this time because both of his hands are busy. One is on Yoochun's hip, trying to hold Yoochun still, while the other is guiding himself in. Yoochun closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. then counts to five. As he slowly lets out the breath, he leans backward.

"Oh, god," Jaejoong breathes, much closer than Yoochun expected him to be. Yoochun looks over his shoulder as he pushes back again, not very far before he's pressed against Jaejoong's thighs and hips. Jaejoong slowly lowers his head to rest on Yoochun's back.

"Jaejoongie?"

"Why do I suddenly feel like I don't know what I'm doing?"

Oh, no. They are not going to do this now. Yoochun twitches to get Jaejoong to look up at him and see his desperate glare. "Why does Junsu get the sex machine and I get the blushing virgin?"

The amusement that appears in Jaejoong's eyes lets Yoochun release the breath he didn't even know he was holding, the second half of it in a satisfied groan as Jaejoong rolls his hips in a teasing, shallow stroke. "I thought that the blushing virgin was the most desirable."

"That entirely depends on the virgin. You suck at not knowing what you're doing."

"I am very excellent at not knowing what I'm doing!"

The truth in the statement is too overwhelming to counter even with the tenuous logic inherent in this conversation. Yoochun puts his head down to hide his grin and pushes back into Jaejoong's next thrust, making Jaejoong groan this time. They find the rhythm easily, it's the one they've been working with all night, and Yoochun will never be able to listen to the song now without remembering this.

After about the length of the chorus, Jaejoong tightens his grip on Yoochun's hip and slows them down, leaning forward to wrap his hand around Yoochun's cock. The first touch makes Yoochun gasp and then groan as a shudder spreads though his body. It feels like an aftershock, a preview maybe in this case, because Jaejoong knows exactly how to hold him, the perfect pressure and pace, complemented by the rolling thrusts into him.

"You're even more excellent when you just admit you know what you're doing," Yoochun says, suddenly breathless.

"But then people will have expectations."

Yoochun laughs, or tries to, but between the effort to keep air in his lungs and his body's insistence on rocking into Jaejoong's fist, real laughter is not happening. He feels Jaejoong's smile against his back anyway, his best friend knowing that he gets the joke.

"Lie down, Yoochun-ah?"

There isn't much room to stretch forward, so Yoochun just lets his knees slide backward and counts on Jaejoong to follow. They do it just right, slowly sinking down onto the mattress. Yoochun doesn't mind being limited to the stimulation of the sheets; his body is reacting too fast for his taste tonight.

He pulls up one knee to give Jaejoong a bit of room and to raise himself up enough to get some friction from the cotton rather than just pressure. Jaejoong seems to be looking for something slower, too. He drapes himself over Yoochun's back, enough weight to be comfortable and comforting. Yoochun can feel him humming, vibrations along the skin where Jaejoong brushes his lips, a sweet song that keeps the rest of him moving at a gentle, steady rock.

Jaejoong's hand is in reach, braced just beside Yoochun's shoulder. Yoochun kisses fingers, wrist, the inside of Jaejoong's elbow, as Jaejoong nuzzles his face into Yoochun's exposed neck. There won't be any marks today, they've already made theirs on each other; the tattoos are just a reminder. Not in the mood to strain, Yoochun just brushes his face against the upper half of Jaejoong's arm and runs his fingers softly through Jaejoong's hair.

The sigh he feels against his neck sends a shiver through his body. Jaejoong's next sound is just as soft, but not quite as gentle. As nice as it would be to do this all night, Yoochun is more practical than that. He presses firmly against Jaejoong's scalp on the next pass and turns to place a lingering kiss on Jaejoong's forehead as he pushes back with the next thrust.

"I'm...," Jaejoong gasps.

"Yes, you are." And Yoochun flexes back again, groaning himself at the sensitivity of his cock against the sheets.

"Are you...?"

"Enjoying myself immensely? Yes, I am."

"But–"

Yoochun writhes, hoping that Jaejoong will get the message and stop talking. Teeth on his shoulder suggests that it worked, fingers interlacing with his confirm it. Jaejoong makes a few small adjustments for balance then moves, making Yoochun hiss in a breath even as he tilts back his head to rub against the side of Jaejoong's face.

Jaejoong catches Yoochun's ear between his lips, using teeth only when Yoochun moves away. "Now that I've got you where I want you," he whispers, then waits for Yoochun's chuckle while tugging on an earring. "I can tell you how sorry I am for being such an idiot."

"You've always been an idiot. Yet, I still love you more than almost everyone."

"But if I wasn't an idiot, we could have been expressing it in ways that require more than the time it takes to make ramen."

"I agreed that you were an idiot, Jaejoongie."

"Okay. As long as we have that clear." Yoochun drops his forehead to the mattress as Jaejoong pulls back...then says, "Who do you love more than me?"

"Considering how you are teasing me, the list is starting to get very long!"

Jaejoong laughs as he gets serious, setting a rhythm with distinct forward motion. "Let me guess this list," he breathes onto the back of Yoochun's neck. "Junsu?"

"Always."

"Changmin?"

"Oh, yeah." He is answering the question, but he's also falling into the whirlpool of sensation that Jaejoong is creating. If the idiot stops again, he might have to kill him.

"Yunho."

"Hmm. He's an excellent kisser."

The next thrust is a bit harder, but Yoochun can't say he minds. He lifts his hips, allowing him to flex his cock against the sheets for a few strokes before Jaejoong presses him against the bed again, full weight against his back as Jaejoong muffles cries against his neck. Yoochun can feel Jaejoong's shudders echoing through his own body, but it's not quite....

The frustration is enough to make him want to cry.

He tries to get his hand underneath himself, the slightest touch to tip him over the edge, but Jaejoong is in the way, pulling him back, arms wrapped around his torso. It takes a few seconds, but Yoochun finally sees what Jaejoong is doing and helps them sit up. Removing the pressure from his cock is a different kind of torture, and he feels a tear escape as he drops his head back to Jaejoong's shoulder. He reaches down, but Jaejoong is already there again.

Yoochun was certain he would be gone with the first touch. Instead he winces, hissing through his teeth, almost too sensitive. Jaejoong reaches back to grab the lube, the stretch changing the angle of his cock still within Yoochun. Yoochun shivers as delicious shock rakes across his nerves, so when Jaejoong's slick fingers wrap around his cock again, he's prepared for the sensation that straddles pleasure and pain. It stays at that line for a trio of gentle strokes and then tumbles back into pleasure.

He lifts his hand to Jaejoong's hair again and Jaejoong starts a trail of kisses along his jaw. Jaejoong's arm is wrapped around his chest, holding him up while spread fingers brush over his skin, hardening the nipple in their path. A tremor runs through him, another prelude, which tightens his grip on Jaejoong's cock. Tightens and sensitizes, so that he can feel every bit of Jaejoong that he holds, and it's enough to tip the balance. Yoochun turns his head, eyes opening wide, and Jaejoong kisses him in time to breathe in his cry.

"I have no bones left in my body."

"I'd like to say you still have one, but I think I'm done for the night, too."

Yoochun can only grin at that; he doesn't have the energy to laugh. He barely has the energy to find a pillow as Jaejoong gets them separated and cleaned up, wiping Yoochun's face before handing him the towel to manage the rest himself. Yoochun makes sure the sheets won't get any more sticky and drops the towel on the floor as Jaejoong drops down onto the bed, bringing the blankets with him. He snuggles up against Yoochun's chest, face against Yoochun's throat, and Yoochun wraps an arm around him to keep him there.

Yoochun is just dozing off when the door opens. Jaejoong lifts his head, then flips down the blankets behind him.

"The song finished?" Yunho says as he slides into the bed.

"Mostly. Could use some fine-tuning," Jaejoong says, sleep heavy in his voice.

Yoochun's eyes open at that comment. If they're referring to what he thinks they are, he thought it was damn near perfect. He finds Yunho watching him while nuzzling Jaejoong's hair. "Let me know if you need any help," Yunho says.

Jaejoong smiles, giving Yoochun a brief hug before relaxing completely. Yoochun pulls away from Jaejoong's loose embrace; he's feeling a faint echo of Jaejoong's exorcised guilt now that Yunho is actually in the room. He tries to slide his hand, casually, off of Jaejoong's shoulder, but Yunho catches it, rubbing his thumb over the back until Yoochun meets his eyes.

"Problems with the harmonies?" Yunho whispers.

Yoochun gives a non-committal shrug, not certain what the real topic is anymore. "Rough spots in the arrangement."

"As long as the melody is strong, we'll get it figured out." Yunho threads their fingers, resting their joined hands on Jaejoong's hip.

We.

Us.

Yoochun smiles, giving Yunho's fingers a squeeze. He can't believe it's taken him so long, but he finally hears it--five voices. Some of them struggling to find their tone, some not sure of the changes, but all of them working toward the same goal. They will figure it out.

Still on the move

elizacake@insanejournal.com — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 06:19:09 GMT

Fic writing isn't getting done tonight. Since it's RL's fault might as well write about that.

So 6 months and 7 days ago, I landed in the Pacific Time Zone to find myself a life. People kept saying I should get one, so I was willing to give it a try. I took my time, went on a few holidays, got nicely settled, and found a source of income by the beginning of September. It wasn't a great job, I decided within a couple of weeks that I was going to use it to keep myself afloat until I found something better. Then Dad got sick and when I had to go back to see him in October, I resigned. It was easier for all involved -- I wouldn't have to worry about getting back to work, and they would be more inclined to give me a good reference if they aren't feeling screwed over by holding a job that I was trying to leave. So November was job hunting month again. I started my new job on Dec 4th. This one is a keeper, I think, at least the compensation is worth any lack of job satisfaction.

I've been living here for six months and it doesn't feel like home yet. I don't feel rooted. I'm really hoping that this job will do that, but I think it will really only provide the security I need to feel able to stretch out in other directions. And I've found another reason to hold off on digging in. I'm not fond of the place I live, (the car alarm that's been going off every hour all day today isn't helping!) so I don't want to get to attached to this neighbourhood. But the lease isn't up for the next six months, so I can indulge my procrastination until then.

I keep reminding myself that it will take time. It takes at least a year for anyone to really get to know me, why shouldn't it take that long for me to get to know my new home. And I am committed to making it my home. Even if it doesn't look that way from the outside yet.

Fic: Defying Description (OT5)

elizacake@insanejournal.com — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 03:56:34 GMT

Title: Defying Description
Character/Pairing: Everybody!
Rating: Like Mirotic, 19+. (It's a little bit explicit and a little bit kinky.)
Summary: Is that a scarf in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Author's Notes: I wasn't sure if I was going to post this as it seemed like the time for Mirotic fic had passed. Then came the "19+" restriction and the irony was too much to resist. Rana audienced but all mistakes are mine.

"I don't know what you're so worried about. I think the PV speaks for itself."

Yunho narrows his eyes at Changmin, and Jaejoong reaches over the back of the sofa for Yoochun's scarf, ready to reenact Yunho's scene again if it becomes necessary. "They are going to ask the question," Yunho grits through clenched teeth.

"So tell them," Changmin says with a smirk.

"I can't tell them that it's the inner monologue of a bondage masochist!"

"Being into bondage doesn't automatically make you a masochist," Yoochun says, trying to reel his scarf out of Jaejoong's grip. "Anyway, I think the song is from the dom's point of view."

Everyone looks over at Yoochun, Changmin wearing a huge grin which promises a reward for Yoochun later.

"You scare me sometimes," Junsu says.

Yoochun puts on his own grin. "Only sometimes?"

"You could go with Jaejoong's vampire idea," Changmin says, grinning wider.

Jaejoong wins the tug-of-war for the scarf, but lunges for Changmin instead of Yunho. He aims to wrap it around Changmin's mouth, but ends up looping it around his neck. Changmin doesn't fight the collar; he goes with the pressure, arching over the back of the sofa to look up at Jaejoong with warm, trusting eyes. A rush of heat spreads through Jaejoong's chest.

"The song is from the point of view of the submissive," Jaejoong says, not sure what he's going to do with his catch.

"If you say so," Changmin whispers, just loud enough for Jaejoong to hear. And Yoochun, by the way his cheeks pink.

"This isn't helping," Yunho pouts.

"You could say that if you have to ask what the song is about, you aren't old enough to listen to it," Junsu suggests. "That's what my mom would say."

"You make me so hot," Yoochun says, and Junsu smacks him. The resulting groan is the reason Yoochun got stuck in the soundproof booth.

"What did Junsu do?" Changmin asks quietly.

"Slapped his leg. Chunnie was only playing." Jaejoong follows the curve of Changmin's chest down his torso to his lap. "Although I see the results were the same."

"Jaejoong, let him up."

The tone in Yunho's voice makes Jaejoong look at him, see his lips flushed pink and the way he's shifting in his chair. Jaejoong glances back down to meet Changmin's questioning gaze and gives the smallest nod which is returned by the faintest smile. Then Changmin closes his eyes, arches more fully over the low backrest, exposing his throat with the scarf sitting just under his jaw line. His lips part and Jaejoong is helpless to do anything other than kiss him.

The breathy moan comes from the other side of the sofa as does the surprised gasp and creak of furniture. It's a good thing that Junsu's voice is so distinctive, because Jaejoong would hate to have to look up to find out what's going on. But when Changmin gasps, breaking the kiss, curiosity wins.

"I'm sorry," Changmin says, against his lips. "May I?" Yoochun is holding Junsu down, hands pinned over his head against Changmin's thigh.

"You may." Jaejoong looks over at Yunho again as he says it. He sees Yunho's last thread of resolve snap as Changmin's fingers wrap around Junsu's wrists and Yoochun laughs, low and dark, as he brushes his fingers down Junsu's bare arms.

Jaejoong slides the length of the scarf from around Changmin's neck as Yunho takes a seat on the other side of the L-shaped sofa. He whispers instructions in Changmin's ear before leaning over and wrapping the scarf around Junsu's wrists. There isn't a sound from Junsu, Yoochun's mouth is in the way, but one foot hits the floor hard. Yoochun pulls back, the appropriate scowl in place, Junsu staying silent, pleading with every line of his body. But when Yoochun looks up, first at Junsu's hands, then at Jaejoong's face, a growing smile replaces the frown.

"Hang onto him," Jaejoong says to Yunho, keeping hold of the free end of the scarf as he stands up. Yunho grips Junsu's bound hands as Changmin shifts until he fits into the corner of the couch, stretching his arms across the back. Jaejoong moves around to lean over Changmin's other shoulder, then ties Yunho's wrists with the rest of the scarf, tugging at them so that both pairs of hands rest on Changmin's thighs.

Changmin tilts his head back again, stretches his arms, his hands, his fingers as far as they will reach along the sofa back. He has a bit more of a head rest at the corner but it still arches his throat and chest, making his panted breaths seem larger than they likely are. From the waist down, he's as still as stone.

"This is why he wasn't allowed to be strung up on the wall," Jaejoong says, looking sidelong at Yoochun, running his fingers through Changmin's hair just hard enough to pull. Changmin slits his eyes open, parts his lips again, but this time he'll have to earn it. A light touch on the tip of his nose is all Jaejoong gives him before moving around to the other side of the sofa.

Yoochun is perched on the edge of the seat, running a single finger up and down Junsu's fly while studying Yunho. He's very sexy when he's planning so Jaejoong kisses him, deep and noisily. Junsu may have made a sound at that, or because of Yoochun's hand now completely cupping his groin, but Jaejoong can't be sure and Yoochun wasn't paying attention, so Junsu gets away with it. This time.

As soon as Jaejoong stands up again, Yoochun starts sharing his observations. "Yunho is going to cramp like that. You'd better go place him properly." Or giving orders, sometimes it's hard to tell. But Jaejoong doesn't mind. He never minds.

Yunho is already resting on his elbows so it is only reasonable for him to be spread out on his stomach. Jaejoong uses long strokes and steady pressure to make sure that Yunho is exactly where he should be, but he's resisting just enough for this to take longer and Jaejoong's hands have to cover more of his body than they should.

"Here," Yoochun says, detouring Jaejoong from giving Yunho a verbal lashing. It's a length of black cloth, similar to the kind from the video shoot. It's not quite as long as those pieces, but long enough to be completely ineffective when both ends are tied to Yunho's ankles as Yoochun is doing. It's the small smile on Yoochun's lips that keeps Jaejoong from pointing this out. When they're done, Yoochun picks up the slack length and moves down the back of the sofa toward Changmin, bending Yunho's legs. "Look at me, Yunnie-ah."

The moment Yunho raises his head, Yoochun drops the end of the loop over it, settling it just under his jaw so that it doesn't put pressure on his larynx. There's very little pressure there at all, just enough to keep it in place. Yunho's head isn't raised high enough or legs bend far enough for there to be any strain, but he has to maintain the minimum pressure, so he can't move. Yunho's eyes widen in surprise at the first touch of the cloth and then darken, pupils dilating as he realizes what they've done. He will have no choice but to watch everything.

Jaejoong can see the movement of Changmin's eyelashes, and the way Yoochun smiles down at Changmin confirms that he's been trying to watch. He hasn't moved though, and Yoochun bends down to kiss the hollow at the base of his throat. There is a hitch in his steady breathing at the touch, but the pattern only gets thoroughly shot to hell when Yoochun continues up Changmin's neck to pause for a moment at his mouth.

"This one has been a very good boy," Yoochun says, glancing over at Jaejoong.

"I didn't think you'd be able to say that with a straight face," Jaejoong snorts.

"He hasn't been wriggling like a worm on a hook like some people." Junsu's eyes and lips squish closed tight in his effort to keep the automatic denial from escaping. "I think he deserves a reward."

The plan suddenly becomes clear to Jaejoong, as Yoochun's plans often do. He moves between Changmin's knees, nudging them apart as he leans on Changmin's chest to take a kiss from Yoochun. All three of them can see him, so he makes it long and messy, until Yoochun pulls away with a laugh. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were procrastinating."

"But you do know better, don't you, Chunnie-ah." Jaejoong runs his hand along Yoochun's jaw and the next kiss is only for the two of them.

Yoochun pulls away slowly, reminding Jaejoong with his eyes and his smile what they're supposed to be doing. Jaejoong smiles back his agreement then lowers his head to the dip between Changmin's collarbones, starting his trail of kisses at the same point as Yoochun had, but headed in the other direction. The zipper on the thin hoodie is perfect although the tank underneath is annoying. Jaejoong takes the neck of the undershirt in his teeth, growls and tugs as his hands push most of the material up Changmin's sides.

"Careful, pup. You make it very tempting," Yoochun murmurs, his hand brushing over Jaejoong's ass. Jaejoong woofs at him as he rearranges Junsu's legs to give himself a seat on the sofa.

When Jaejoong returns his lips to the soft hollow at the base of Changmin's breast bone, he can feel the tension, the controlled laughter. It's a relief to know that Changmin is engaged in what is going on; his control is so good in this game, Jaejoong often wonders if he goes into a trance or something. By the time Jaejoong reaches Changmin's waistband, there is no doubt that Changmin is a full and active participant.

So is Yunho. Jaejoong keeps glancing at him, watching the play of emotions over his face. He meets Yunho's eyes as he circles Changmin's navel with his tongue, then leans over to kiss Yunho while undoing Changmin's pants. He can usually kiss Yunho and undo a fly a the same time, he's had considerable practice at it. Today, however, Yunho's lips are extra warm, soft, welcoming, intoxicating and very, very distracting. This time he feels Changmin's laughter against his fingertips resting in the gap created by the open button.

"He's laughing at me," Jaejoong says, looking over his shoulder at Yoochun.

"He laughs at everybody, all the time." Yoochun tilts his head as he runs his thumb firmly along the crease of Junsu's denim-clad thigh. "What should this situation be any different?"

"He's supposed to be afraid of me."

"No, he's not, and you know better. Quit stalling."

"It's called anticipation."

"You're trying to make him crack even before you get his cock in your mouth, aren't you?"

Junsu throws back his head against the seat of the sofa, his clenched teeth visible through open lips. He's pushing his hips into Yoochun's hands, but the harder he tries, the lighter Yoochun's touch gets. Jaejoong knows that technique. "And you're cheating," Jaejoong says, nodding toward Junsu.

"I'm using what's available." Yunho's cheeks flush even more at the sight of Yoochun's smile. Jaejoong kisses Yunho again, because he can.

He gets the zipper down this time, though, and lingers at Yunho's mouth as he cups Changmin with only one layer of cotton between them. Changmin's breathing stops. He breaks the kiss, staying close to Yunho, sharing breath, while keeping an eye on Changmin. Jaejoong presses and strokes with the only change occurring under his hand, but when he moves the underwear aside and touches skin, Changmin takes in a deep breath and lets it out in the most satisfying moan.

Junsu's scowl echoes through the room.

"No one ordered him to be quiet," Yoochun chides quietly while tapping at Junsu's lips. Jaejoong's sure it's the movement of Yoochun's other hand which makes Junsu's eyes roll back and his mouth go slack. Yoochun's eyelids drop to half-mast as his fingers linger on Junsu's mouth in a slow caress.

Jaejoong turns his attention back to finding a comfortable position, manoeuvring around Changmin's legs and two pairs of bound hands. He holds Yunho's gaze sidelong while he tests the angle, running his lips down the side of Changmin's cock, his tongue creating the path back up.

This is the point where Jaejoong prefers it when Changmin is physically tied rather than bound by pride. He gives in completely then, writhing and tugging at the bindings, letting his instinct dictate his actions within their limited range. At other times he tends to think too much, where and how to touch or taste, focussed on getting things "right". The advantage to this current exercise is that it turns those thoughts to what he's feeling and how he's reacting in order to maintain control. It has its own charm.

The sound Yunho makes means that they may have some explaining–outright lying–to do about the sofa. The thought must have made its way onto Jaejoong's face because Yunho smiles slowly as Jaejoong continues to watch him.

"No. Not yet. Do that again." Yunho leans closer, the fabric pushing into his neck just enough to make Jaejoong narrow his eyes in warning. Yunho backs up a bit, and another smaller sound accompanies Jaejoong's next lick, an echo coming from Jaejoong's other side.

"You couldn't have seen that," Yoochun says. By this point, Yoochun's voice has settled into his lowest register, as warm and soft and smooth as anything Jaejoong's ever been enveloped in. And if the next groan is any indication, Junsu agrees. Yoochun seems to have reduced Junsu's "no sound" order to just "no talking", which makes Jaejoong very happy. He's always preferred stereo.

He adds a third part to the melody as he takes Changmin in completely, knowing that the vibration will push Changmin close to the edge. It's a bit soon to be pulling out that trick, but Jaejoong knows the signs of Changmin reaching the end of his tolerance for games, and he still wants to be able to hold Changmin down when he comes. Yunho's muttering things Jaejoong can't quite make out, but he knows the tone and it makes him shift to find something to rub himself against.

"Don't you dare hump my leg."

Junsu laughs. Jaejoong can see the smile from the corner of his eye, as well as Yoochun crawling up Junsu's body, saying, "You are so. Fucking. Beautiful." Junsu's next sound is muffled enough that Jaejoong can hear the sofa protest the extra weight and the movement as Yoochun settles his hips between Junsu's thighs. Jaejoong turns to look at Yunho and finds him with more colour than he should have.

"I can't concentrate on sucking off Changmin if you are going to try and kill yourself. I'll untie you."

"I've got it," Changmin says. He reaches over and catches one of the knots tails, loosening it with a single tug. He finds Jaejoong's hair with his other hand and tightens. "Now focus!"

Jaejoong hates hands in his hair and Changmin knows it. He shakes off the grip and stands up, ready to tell Changmin to go...focus himself, when he sees Changmin's grin. Changmin smiles even wider as he catches Jaejoong's gaze, lifts the bound hands from his lap and slides them over his cock. Jaejoong grabs the loose end of the scarf to keep Yunho from lunging forward. "No you don't," he growls in Yunho's ear, gently see-sawing the soft fabric across Yunho's throat. "Touching is far more than you deserve."

"Because I'm a bad boy," Yunho says, very softly.

Junsu's snort of laughter is closely followed by a pained whine from Yoochun, who sits up with a hand over his mouth and sees the new arrangement on Changmin's lap. "Hey, no! No, jerking off on my new scarf." He reaches over and starts pulling at the knots.

There are noises of complaint from Junsu and Changmin, but the one from Yunho has a different note. "Cramp," he grits out, and Jaejoong lets go of the cloth holding up his leg. He pushes with his still tied hands, stretching out.

"Your back?" Jaejoong asks, his hands already at Yunho's sacrum, waiting for the confirming nod.

Jaejoong pushes down, helping to release the knot, but also sending a spasm up Yunho's back as Yoochun pulls his scarf free. There is the sound of Yunho's palm hitting Changmin's thigh, but from the way Changmin's eyes open wide, Jaejoong knows Yunho's fingers hit flesh as well.

"Oh, my God," Yunho whispers, as Changmin turns onto his side, curling up into a ball. "I am so sorry Changmin-ah. I'll make it up to you."

"Not today, you're not. FUCK!"

Junsu runs his fingers through Changmin's hair, but his hand is batted away; Changmin doesn't like to be comforted when in physical pain. Yoochun on the other hand.... "Am I bleeding?" he says, pulling his lip down for Junsu's inspection.

"Of course not! Don't be such a baby."

"I am so bleeding! I can taste it."

"Then why ask me?"

"Because YOU bit me."

"Are you still hard?"

"No."

"Then quit whining!"

It's obvious from their pain that Changmin and Yunho aren't either; Junsu sends Jaejoong a pointed look. "Yeah," Jaejoong says with a shrug, "but I'm used to it. Where are you going?"

"Bathroom."

"To jerk off all alone?" Changmin asks, not sounding nearly as snide as Jaejoong is sure he would like to sound.

"It wouldn't be the first time."

The slam of the door leaves the room silent for a long moment, until Yunho lift his head from out of the cushion to mutter, "I don't think I wanted to know that."

"How could you not know that?" Changmin seems to be finding more of his snide with each moment.

"I work very hard at not knowing a great many things."

"Like how Jaejoong likes to walk around with a hard-on?"

"No, that one is impossible to avoid. How are you doing?"

"I've decided I don't want anybody touching me," Changmin winces as he pulls up his fly, "ever again!"

"Or until tomorrow?" Yunho asks, his voice again muffled by the cushion.

Changmin makes a show of thinking about it before accepting the apology. "Yeah, tomorrow's good."

"That back rub looks nice," Yoochun says, sprawled in what looks like a very uncomfortable arrangement of limbs in order to avoid touching Changmin. Jaejoong smiles at him and Yoochun flashes a dimple in return.

"It's very nice, " Yunho mumbles. Yoochun cranes his neck to look up at Changmin, who shakes his head very slowly, showing Yoochun the palm of his hand. Yoochun sighs. Deeply.

"You are sooooo pathetic."

Yoochun's smiles up at Junsu, making Jaejoong laugh. "That was fast."

Junsu's scowl turns into a pout. "But I'm still cranky."

"You know what would make that better?" Yoochun takes a beat. "Giving me a back rub!"

"I don't see how that would make it better." Junsu's back to scowling.

"It makes everything better," Yunho says, sounding like he's having far too good a time.

"Not everything," Changmin mutters.

Jaejoong feels Yunho tense under his hands and silently curses Changmin for being such an ass sometimes. He gets up and whacks Changmin on the shoulder. Laughter almost overrides annoyance--which is what usually happens when he one-touches Changmin, but this time it's due to the stunned look on Changmin's face.

"I was wounded!"

"Were you wounded on national TV?"

Changmin looks at him suspiciously, and cautiously says, "No."

"Then I'm still the winner!" He smacks Changmin again just for good measure as Junsu dissolves into giggles.

Yoochun sighs. "Back to the same old kinks, are we?"

"Might as well stick with what works," Yunho says, getting to his feet.

"So you're going to make up some explanation based on the title, as usual?" Jaejoong asks.

"No one is going to be listening to what we're saying anyway." Yunho pauses in the door way as he says, "I've seen our performance wardrobe."

Jaejoong isn't going to let Yunho indulge his control kinks like that. Junsu's cry of, "Not the electric purple vinyl! C'mon!" chases him out of the room as he scrambles to catch Yunho behind a door with a lock. Jaejoong is going to make the man talk. Then make sure he can't.

The state of things and stuff

elizacake@insanejournal.com — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 19:36:40 GMT

So this is me being good and letting everyone know that: a) still alive, b) moving closer to a steady source of income (I quit my job when I had to go back to Wpg in October), and c) words are being written.

Since last update:

SH#17 - Finished! Being betaed COMING SOON!

SH#18 - About half done. Everybody's nekkid at least.

CSJH X-over - Haven't touched it since Oct.

Mirotic Bondage PWP - Finished. Afraid to edit it.

Toddler!DBSK - Written and POSTED! I have been informed that there will be others in this 'verse. I even have a series title. *SIGH*

Nuna Exchange Fic - 1500 words written, still no sign of a plot.

SH#19 - Deleted everything that had been written. HAVE YOU SEEN THE YUNCHUN CRACK VIDS?! Completely...twisted the dynamic.

I should go and write my Christmas cards now. *GROAN*