心葬

Cold Hands.

2008-11-16T00:10:32Z

Cold Hands
Author: shin_sou
Pairings: JaeMin.
Rating: NC-17 to be safe. Cause that's how we roll. ♥
Warnings: None, I don't think. Well, there's some guy-on-guy lovin. Does that count? :/
Genre: Smut. As usual. Gee, I wonder if I'll ever write anything with substance? 8D
Summary: Jaejoong cuddles with Changmin in the middle of the night and then gets frisky. Just read the damn thing. 8D

AN: Um, the ending is totally weird, because I couldn't figure out how to end it and I really didn't have any direction in mind for this after the "meat" of it, so to speak. It did, however, spark an idea in my head for another fic, so I think I'll be writing a companion piece to this in the future.

This writing style is totally new for me. I usually write everything in past tense, but this was written in present, which gives it a different feel, I think. Um, enjoy! Comments are ♥.

His clock is displaying 2:43 when he feels the side of his bed dip down. He wants to complain, to shoo off whoever is trying to talk to him at this insane time of night, but really he's just too damn tired. He lays still as whoever it is squirms under the covers and the curls up against his back, one arm slipping around his waist to pull their bodies close together.

The body against his back is shivering.

"Min-ah..." a voice tickles his ear, the words barely even audible in the otherwise silent room. "I'm cold."

Jaejoong.

Changmin sighs as he shifts a bit, allowing Jaejoong to cuddle up against his back while pulling the covers up higher over their bodies. Jaejoong is known, in their little family, to have an almost unsettlingly low body temperature. Standing together in the same weather, the rest of the can be wearing t-shirts and shorts and Jaejoong will be wearing pants and a jacket. It's not so uncommon, then, for Jaejoong to slip into someone else's bed and steal warmth for the night. Morning will leave the others to find Jaejoong and his chosen bedmate for the night curled up together, the skinny blond wrapped around his living heater, leeching warmth. It seems Jaejoong's picked him for the night.

Icy hands creep under his shirt, splaying flat over his belly. The cold contact makes him shiver, his belly tensing up under the hands, but after a minute he notices the icy cold begin to fade, his own heat starving off the chill in his hyung's body. As the blond's fingers begin to warm up, Changmin hears a soft sigh of pleasure. The shivering has already stopped.

He closes his eyes then, assuming now that his hyung's shivering has stopped, they can relax and sleep. He assumes. Falsely.

He blinks when those lukewarm hands begin stroking his stomach. Soft, almost imperceptible touches sliding over his skin, tracing the planes of muscle and dipping into his tender belly button. The touch lingers there, stroking absently, almost thoughtfully, before sliding past his belly button and dipping down past the hem of his soft cotton pants.

"Hyung..." He whispers, only to be shushed softly. It's still innocent, mostly, the way the fingers stroke and slide over his skin, caressing and exploring. Innocent except for the fact that, at his age, a hand on the shoulder or a casual backrub can leave him breathless. Hormones and all that.

His heart is beginning to pound as blood redirects. He swears mentally as he feels himself stiffening up, all thoughts of sleep being chased from his mind. He feels the fingers dipping further into his pants, brushing against the coarse hair between his legs. He hears a soft murmur of approval. Jaejoong is apparently pleased that he's wearing no underwear.

He clutches weakly at his pillow, cheeks hot as he swallows thickly. "H-hyung, what are you doing...?" His voice sounds small and weak in the mostly silent room. He can hear the others, vaguely. The snore coming from the corner is likely Yoochun. He can hear Yunho rolling over. The others are here, all around them! What is Jaejoong trying to do?

His question goes unanswered, unless Jaejoong's actions are supposed to be an answer of some kind. Those long, long fingertips slide through his pubic hair, tugging every so slightly just to make him squirm. His heart is pounding as his sex doubles in size at the close, close contact. Oh shit, is he gonna-

Changmin bites his lower lip, eyes going very wide as he feels his hyung's now rather warm hand slide over his sex, tracing the vein along the underside from root to tip. Soft fingerpads slide over the very tip, smearing the thin precum that's beginning to gather. There's a pause before the hand disappears, slipping out of his pants. He wants to scream at the lost contact.

It reaches his ears then, a soft wet sound. It takes his lust-addled mind a moment to place it, and he does his best not to moan aloud when realization dawns. His hyung is sucking his fingers clean. Then the hand returns, fingers loosely wrapping around his length before stroking slowly, gently, exploring and feeling out his size.

"Not bad, dongsaeng..." The voice is so, oh so soft in his ear, his cheeks still burning as Jaejoong begins stroking him. What should he do? He wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Yunho isn't even three feet away! Changmin opens his eyes then, gazing through the darkness at the leader's bed. He can make out Yunho's form, curled up on one side, back to Changmin and Jaejoong and what they're doing.

"Hyung...!" It comes out as more of a hiss than he intended. He's frustrated and confused, embarrassed to be in this situation, being touched so intimately for the first time in his own bed, his group members all sleeping around them. If one of them wakes up, he swears he'll die.

"Be quiet... don't wake up Yunho." The hand between his legs begins to speed up, gripping a bit more tightly, and Changmin feels the heat in his belly growing. Reason is swiftly closing up shop as hormones take over, his eyes falling shut as he relaxes and submits to his hyung's ministrations. He does his best to keep his hips still, fearing that excess movement on his part will only make the bed squeak, and they all know what a light sleeper Yunho is.

Fingers suddenly slide up to pinch his tip and he sucks at his teeth, trying not to cry out as his length jumps in Jaejoong's hand. The blond chuckles against his neck, the hand wrapping around his length again and he swears mentally once more. He's embarrassingly close and the clock between his and Yunho's bed only reads 3:03.

He feels Jaejoong trying to ease his pants down with his other hand and he helps, shifting his hips to let the cotton pants slip down over his thighs. Jaejoong leaves them around the boy's knees, pushing flush against Changmin's back before tightening his hand into a firm fist and stroking him hard. His belly tenses further, heart pounding wildly as he feel the inevitable end creeping up on him quickly. He grabs at his pillow, turning his face into the soft cloth to muffle his whimper as the soft beat reaches his ears. Right now, his three hyungs are sleeping as the sound of Jaejoong's hand on his sex fills the room. It's really too much, and the youngest comes with a muffled whimper, body shuddering as relief washes over him and spills over Jaejoong's hand.

Those dangerous fingers keep stroking him, milking him for the rest of his release before slowly sliding away, just before contact would become uncomfortable. He blinks his eyes open, about to roll over and say something, anything, when the hand comes in to view, wet with his release. Hot breath tickles his ear.

"Clean it up."

The method for how isn't discussed, and for good reason. Changmin knows exactly what his hyung is asking. He slides a hand up to hold Jaejoong's wrist as he slowly sticks his tongue out and begins lapping up the sticky white goo. It's salty, distinctly his own flavor and it makes his cheeks burn. He can't believe this is happening.

He takes each digit into his mouth, sucking the fingers clean, using his tongue to get every drop. He feels Jaejoong breathing a bit harder, and he knows exactly what the hard lump against his ass is. It's exciting in it's own way that he can turn his hyung on, even though he's young and inexperienced. Jaejoong doesn't seem to mind anyway.

He finishes his task eventually, releasing his hyung's slightly damp-yet-clean hand from his grip before relaxing, still laying on his side and staring at Yunho's back in the darkness. He wonders if he's expected to return the favor. Common courtesy tells him that the hard lump pressed against his ass isn't going to go away on it's own and that he should be lending a hand, so to speak.

But Jaejoong says nothing, choosing instead to wrap his arms around Changmin and snuggle close, apparently intent on settling down for the night.

"Hyung..." He whispers softly, biting his lower lip.

"Mmmm...?" Jaejoong's response is muffled against his neck.

"Don't... don't you want... to..."

"Later." The blond's lips move against his skin, hot breath tickling the back of his neck. "Tomorrow."

"It already is tomorrow."

"Fine, later today."

"When?" He blinks a bit, nibbling on his lower lip as he waits for a response. Jaejoong is still, arms lax around his waist. He frowns. "Hyung?"

"Shut the hell up you two..." Yoochun's soft complaint drifts across the room and Changmin's eyes widen, a deep blush covering his face. Oh shit, Yoochun is awake? Then that means he heard... how much? Everything? "The show was nice but hell, it's after 3 in the morning."

Jaejoong stifles a giggle against Changmin's neck while the youngest turns a particular shade of red. "Sorry. Guess our dongsaeng isn't as good at keeping quiet as I thought."

"You owe me $20." Yoochun's voice sounds sleepy, yet somehow satisfied with himself as he rolls over in his bed.

"What?" Changmin frowns, attempting to roll over to face Jaejoong and get a straight answer as to what that's all about, but the blond's arms hold him stubbornly in place. He gives up then, hugging his pillow as he relaxes and closes his eyes, reaching for sleep while trying to ignore the burn of embarrassment on his cheeks.

Damn his crazy hyungs.

The Tenant.

2008-11-15T02:47:42Z

The Tenant
Author: shin_sou
Pairings: Yoochun/Junsu, Jaejoong/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe. There's sex. 8D
Warnings: Strange kinks, voyeurism, OOCness?
Genre: Smut. Not really much else going on here.
Summary: Junsu is the landlord. Yoochun is his tenant. Junsu just happens to have a little secret.

He slowly settled down in his chair, stroking his hands over the keyboards in his private room. The computer screens were on, screensavers merrily dancing around until he shook the mouse and typed in the appropriate password to resume the operating system. The screens displayed the appropriate desktops, everything completely innocent, until he clicked the small icon at the bottom of the screen.

A window opened up on his main computer screen, displaying a video feed of four views of the interior of an apartment. The occupant was moving around, cleaning up the living room, gathering laundry and putting it into his bedroom for the weekly trip to the laundry room on Sunday.

He adjusted the view of the living room before glancing at the clock. Seven minutes to 10... Right on time. He couldn’t hide his smile as he looked back at the screen. The apartment occupant was settling down on the couch, grabbing the TV remote to flip on his favorite porn channel before his hand drifted down to his pants. The zipper came down slowly before the hand delved inside, picking up a steady rhythm as the porn on the TV progressed.

He adjusted the view once more, zooming the camera in on the moving hand in hopes of catching a glimpse of the flesh being worked. His own hand drifted down to his crotch to adjust his swelling dick inside his jeans.

He was the landlord. His name was Junsu… and he liked to watch.

///

“God, I’m so sorry my rent is late.” Yoochun laughed at Junsu, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Really, I apologize. It’s just, my job, they made a clerical error and the checks have been delayed. As soon as they send in my check, I’ll have my rent…”

“It’s no problem...” Junsu smiled softly at his tenant, shifting his groceries in his arms as they stood in the hallway. “Really, as long as it’s no more than two weeks late…”

“I’d shoot myself if it was two weeks late.” Yoochun grinned, twirling his keys around his finger. “I should have it for you by the end of the week.”

“Thanks…” Junsu blinked as he shifted his groceries once more, slowly unlocking his apartment door as he watched his tenant disappear down the hall.

///

He hit a key and camera zoomed in a bit as Junsu licked his lips, doing his best to angle the camera for a better view. The woman Yoochun was fucking was beautiful; long hair, decent body, big boobs. She was on her back on the couch, one leg over the back while the opposite foot rested on the floor. Her arms were around Yoochun’s neck, fingernails scratching at his back as he thrust hard into her body, making her boobs bounce with each push. The camera picked up her moans as well as Yoochun’s panting.

Junsu shifted in his chair, moving the camera a little more to the left to get a better view of their connection point. He finally managed to get a decent shot of Yoochun's length thrusting in and out of the woman’s wet opening. His own sex swelled, and he reached down to adjust it in his pants.

When the woman finally came, crying out Yoochun's name, Junsu was already settled back in his chair, legs spread apart, his pants undone, creamy white staining his bare chest. He slowly licked his fingers clean, watching Yoochun fill the woman with his own seed before snuggling down with her on the couch.

Junsu closed his eyes as he rested his head back against the back of his chair. His dick twitched a bit as he listened to the sounds of the couple, including the Yoochun's soft panting. He smiled.

///

Junsu opened the door with a blink, gazing at his favorite tenant with a soft smile. “Yoochun...?”

The tenant held up a small piece of paper he’d gotten from his apartment door with a grin. “You got a delivery for me?”

“That’s right, just a moment.” Junsu waved the man into his apartment as he went into the kitchen, getting the small package and returning to the door. “ ‘Secret Film’?” Junsu grinned at the name of the company before looking up at Yoochun with a smile. “I know them…” A good quality porn movie company.

Yoochun had the good nature to blush as he shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ahhhhh well… I had a woman but she dumped me recently… she hated watching that kind of stuff.” A smile. “But, now that’s she’s gone, I can… ah, indulge again.” Yoochun laughed once more, a sound that made Junsu want to melt into the carpet. “You know how it is…?”

“Of course.” Junsu rushed to assure the man that watching hardcore pornography was completely normal as he passed the package over to the other man with a grin. “Happy viewing.”

“Oh very happy, trust me.” Yoochun flashed a big smile, still blushing as he hugged his package and wandered back down the hall towards his own apartment.

Junsu closed the door slowly before leaning against it, closing his eyes as he panted softly, his length twitching in his pants. He didn’t think he’d be sleeping much tonight.

///

He shifted in his chair, readying the cameras as he checked his watch. It was nearing midnight. He knew his subject’s routine well. When he was dating, his girl came over on Fridays or Saturdays for sex and other things couples did together. They’d meet for dates periodically throughout the week, depending on her schedule. When he was single, every Friday night was bar-crawling. He’d usually return home around midnight with some one-night stand. They’d fuck merrily and then, if Yoochun liked her enough, they’d exchange numbers and date for a time. If he didn’t care for her personality, that’d be the end of that. His subject never deviated from this pattern. It made Junsu smile.

When he heard the door of the apartment crash open, he glanced at the time. Exactly midnight. His length twitched, and he grinned. His subject was so punctual, even drunk.

Soft moans reached the camera and Junsu shifted, waiting for Yoochun to come into view with his choice for the night. Junsu indulged himself in some mild fantasies. What would she look like this time? Tall, thin legs, big boobs, someone he had to be gentle with? Or did he get a shorter one this time, with more meat on her, someone who was more equipped to handle his hard thrusts? Did she have black hair, or was it dyed… He continued to muse as Yoochun came partially into view at the edge of the camera’s sight, his partner pressed tightly against him. Their wet kissing reached the camera. Junsu shivered. His length doubled in size.

Finally Yoochun dragged his partner for the evening towards the couch. Junsu blinked a bit. Short blond hair, yes, and thin, but no cute mini-skirt to display the girl’s legs. Instead, a nice pair of jeans with a chain. Junsu frowned a bit more.

They reached the couch and tumbled down on it in a pile of limbs. Junsu blinked larger as Yoochun's partner for the night tugged off their shirt. It then became quite clear to Junsu why this girl seemed so different from the man's usual preferences. It wasn’t a girl. It was a man.

A man.

Rage bubbled up in his chest as he stared in shock, leaning in as close to the screen as he could. The man was on top, pressing Yoochun down on the couch while they made out fiercely. Was he drunk? Was Yoochun so drunk that he didn’t realize his chosen bedmate for the evening was a man? Junsu felt a sick mixture of rage and jealousy bubble in his belly. Another man was touching-

Yoochun’s shirt went flying and the moans began to increase in frequency as they couple made out. The sound of a zipper going down reached the camera, and in a moment the man had moved down, his head now between Yoochun’s legs. The man sucked at his teeth, arching his back as his hands flew down to tug at the soft blond strands. A name passed his lips. “Jae-Jaejoong… ah…”

Junsu blinked, swallowing audibly. Jaejoong. This man had a name. Jaejoong…

Yoochun came surprisingly fast, Junsu noted. Perhaps it had something to do with a man knowing what to do better than a woman. He didn’t particularly care. All he knew was within a few minutes’ time, Yoochun was calling out softly, arching his back as he reached his climax and spilled his seed down the other man’s throat. He -this “Jaejoong“- crawled up Yoochun’s body, kissing him deeply while seeking his own release. Yoochun seemed to oblige, the two giggling a bit drunkenly as Yoochun’s fingers slid down to Jaejoong’s crotch, undoing his jeans, tugging his length out…

Junsu shifted, finally bringing a hand up to slowly zoom the camera in.

Yoochun wrapped his hand around the length, stroking slowly at first until the man on top whined in complaint. They talked softly to one another, more drunken giggles reaching the camera, until Yoochun began to move his hand faster, a soft wet beat finally reaching the camera. The two continued to make out, Jaejoong squirming atop as they kissed deeply between giggles, his hands fisting the pillow under Yoochun’s head as he began to near his climax.

It finished just as quickly. Jaejoong’s hips jerked to fuck Yoochun’s hand a bit before he came between them, the two kissing deeply, albeit drunkenly, on the couch, Yoochun's free hand wrapped around Jaejoong’s neck.

Junsu slowly sat back on his chair, looking down at himself. He’d been so enthralled in the scene, he’d forgotten to even jerk off. Of course, it was recorded on his computer for him to rewatch as he desired, but still…

He shifted a bit in the chair, his mind running in circles before slowing to stare at one glaring fact.

Yoochun brought a man home. A man.

Junsu moaned faintly, ignoring the couple cuddling on the couch as he brought his hand to his crotch, rubbing a little until his hand delved under his jeans.

///

Junsu sucked at his teeth a bit as he stepped out of his apartment the following morning, bumping right into the man he’d been watching last night. Yoochun was freshly showered and smelled faintly of flowers.

“Morning! How’d you sleep last night?” Yoochun seemed bright and cheerful, eyes warm and friendly as he paused in the hall, watching Junsu finish locking up his apartment.

“Not so well, I’m afraid…” Junsu frowned faintly, wonder if the other man -Jaejoong- was still in Yoochun’s apartment. He should’ve checked his cameras before he left.

“Why’s that?”

Junsu wondered if Yoochun ever got in trouble for being too nosy. “Something kept me up late, I’m afraid.” He slid his keys into his coat pocket while giving Yoochun a soft smile, which made Yoochun's eyes widen before he blushed noticeably.

“Ah… d-did you hear us last night…? Oh shit…” Yoochun laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly before bowing a little to the landlord. “I didn’t think we were that loud… I’m so sorry…”

“These walls aren’t as soundproof as they should be.” Junsu smiled good-naturedly, winking to Yoochun as he shifted his bag on his shoulder. “I was thinking of getting the insulation redone… soundproofing all the walls between apartments.” He paused to grin at Yoochun. “I’d imagine you’re for it…?”

“100 percent.” Yoochun grinned, laughing weakly as he shifted again, rubbing the back of his neck once more, something Junsu had noted was Yoochun’s patented sign of embarrassment. “Really I’m sorry… we’ll keep it down next time.”

Junsu blinked as he continued to smile, his social face firmly in place, a slight twitch at the corner of his lips his only sign of the sheer irritation and frustration he felt within.

Next time? There shouldn’t even be a ‘next time’ …

///

That evening saw Junsu once more in his computer room, turning on the live feed and blinking as he found the new couple in the middle of a discussion.

“-heard us last night…” Yoochun was laughing a bit as he shifted on the floor, a bowl of chicken fried rice in his hands, chopsticks picking up a slice of chicken. “I didn’t fucking know the walls were so damn thin in these apartments.”

“Guess we’ll just have to keep it down next time.” Jaejoong smiled gently at Yoochun, shifting on the floor as he stuck some of the white rice in his mouth. “After all,” he said, speaking around the rice, “We wouldn’t want you to get kicked out for disturbing the peace.”

Yoochun snorted. “Well, he wasn’t angry or anything… did seem a bit… I dunno, distracted.”

“Distracted?” Jaejoong quirked an eyebrow, sipping at his beer as he shifted on the floor. “How so?”

“Like he was really… I dunno, disappointed…”

“Well you’re damn hot.” Jaejoong smirked, making Yoochun blush as they both laughed. “He’s probably horny and in lust and pissed off that his hot tenant is now no longer available.”

Junsu couldn’t believe his ears.

“So, you know… he’s in mourning now,” Jaejoong continued, “that you’re off the market. He probably spent some lonely nights entertaining the fantasy that you‘d show up at his apaato door and try to pay your rent with your ass.”

“Jaejoong, you’re insane.” Yoochun was laughing as he shook his head, sipping at his own beer. “Junsu never showed an ounce of interest in me the entire time I’ve lived here. The guy is practically asexual.”

“Pfft. He probably has some hot secret kink you don’t even know about.” Jaejoong grinned then, shifting as he set his food down on the coffee table. “Maybe, you know…” He shifted onto his hands and knees, teasingly crawling towards Yoochun. “Maybe… he likes to-”

Watch. I like to watch.

“-listen…” Jaejoong grinned, watching as Yoochun smiled and set his own food aside for more interesting activities. “That’s why the walls are so thin already… so he can press his ear against the wall and listen to you while you fuck.”

Junsu swallowed thickly as he watched the two begin making out on the living room floor, ignoring the anime marathon they’d been watching on TV.

“Why wouldn’t he want to listen… when you make such beautiful sounds when you come…” Yoochun’s words made Junsu and Jaejoong shiver, the former leaning in closer to watch as the latter began sucking at Yoochun’s neck.

Junsu made a little sound as his hand drifted between his legs, his heart pounding a bit faster than normal as Jaejoong eased the pants off Yoochun. He didn’t get to bed until much later that night.

///

“Yes, redoing the insulation and soundproofing the walls between the apartments.” Junsu sighed into the cell, rolling his eyes at the lawyer on the phone as he gathered his things. “Yes, I know that’s a bit costly… most of the tenants want it done, they won’t mind ponying up a bit of extra money in their rents to help pay for it…”

He moved around his apartment quickly, gathering his coat and keys and shoes and wallet as he pushed the front door open. “No, I know, but I told you, they said they’d pay! When’s the soonest we could get the money cleared with the banks and get the construction underway?”

He listened to the lawyer on the phone, rolling his eyes faintly at the man’s urgings to slow this down. So enraptured he was in his call, that it never crossed his mind as he stepped into the elevator that he’d failed to lock his apartment door.

///

Two hours later saw Yoochun knocking lightly on his landlord’s door, shifting his weight around a bit as he waited for a response, his (only slightly late) rent money for last month in hand.

When no answer was forthcoming, he absently tried the handle, blinking as the door creaked open without much protest. A slight tingling in his belly reminded him that, if his landlord was indeed not currently in his apartment, then walking into said apartment was considered trespassing. He couldn’t squash the curiosity that reared its ugly head, however, as he slowly stepped into the apartment, letting the door close behind him.

Junsu’s apartment was neat, clean, and organized. The living room was clean while being slightly lived in; a blanket was tossed carelessly on the couch, some music magazines scattered over the coffee table. The kitchen was clean, the sink holding just a few unwashed dishes from breakfast. The table held a few bills and some other pieces of mail that Junsu had yet to address. Yoochun casually set his envelope of rent money on the kitchen table, pausing to grab a pen and scrawl his name across the front, drawing a small, sweat-dropping, sheepish face as well. He dropped the pen on the table then, looking around a bit more, well aware that now he should be taking his leave.

Yet, helplessly, he found his feet taking him down the hall.

He eyed the hallway bathroom; clean, obviously used only for the convenience of the toilet’s proximity to the living room. The shower was clean but obviously unused, as no bottles of shampoo sat in the small plastic shower bottle rack. He glanced at Junsu’s bedroom, but decided against opening the door and peering within; it was too much trespassing, he decided. He was about to head back down the hall when the closed door of the spare bedroom peeked his interest. He paused for a moment, considering the do’s and don’ts of this before he sucked in a breath and curiously opened it.

And promptly stared.

Huge computer screens greeted him, screensavers dancing merrily as the soft hum of the electronic equipment filled the room. Yoochun blinked a bit as he looked around, noticing a large rack of burned DVD disks, each neatly labeled with a date on the side. He curiously walked over to the rack, perusing the titles on the front of each CD. The first dates were around the time he’d moved in.

“Yoochun and Ex - Jamie?” He blinked as he quietly read the title aloud. She’d been his girlfriend when he moved into the apartment. She was cute, kinda short, but with a great personality… just a bit too fast. They’d gotten into a fight over why she wasn’t moving in with him and they’d broken up just a week after he’d gotten in. He smiled faintly as he recalled “breaking in the couch” with her the night of his arrival at the apartment. He replaced the case before sliding his fingers over the spines of a few cases and selecting another. “Yoochun & One-Night Stand #4 - Caroline.” Yoochun blinked, racking his brain for a few moments for anyone named Caroline that he’d slept with. “What the hell are these anyway,” he mumbled to himself, absently checking the date; it was roughly a month after he’d moved in. The memory clicked then; Caroline had been tall and slender, everything opposite of Jamie. She’d also been a high-maintenance, jewelry-obsessed bitch, he found out the following morning. Hence, the one-night stand. He grinned at himself as he replaced the case, looking around before moving to the top of the rack, where the most recent DVD’s seemed to be sitting. He bit his lower lip before picking up the latest one.

Yoochun & Jaejoong - First Time.

He blinked. And blinked again. Fingers slid over the slim jewel case as he glanced around the room, shaking the mouse of the main computer and frowning as it asked him for a password. Annoyed, he turned to the other computers in the room, sighing a bit with relief as a small laptop sitting on the desk brought up the desktop without arguing with him about his right to use it.

He popped the drive open and slipped the DVD in, watching the drive close before a window popped up, the DVD whirring in the drive before it began to play. He sat back, unsure what to expect, but definitely not expecting what he saw.

Yoochun stared. The view was his apartment, the living room, and the timestamp on the bottom right identified it as just two weeks prior, when he’d met Jaejoong.

A strange, sick, twisting feeling filled his stomach as he realized what he was watching.

Yoochun & Jaejoong - First Time.

What Junsu had been watching.

“Oh my god…” Yoochun blinked a bit, staring at the screen as he watched himself stumble into view, Jaejoong wrapped up in his arms, the two of them eventually tumbling onto the couch to make out drunkenly.

Wow, did he really look like that when he arched his back?

“Holy shit…” He sucked at his teeth as he watched, strange tingles of arousal licking at his belly as he realized how erotic it was to watch oneself having sex. He only allowed a few more moments of viewing when he realized how aroused he was getting -enough to see Jaejoong’s head sliding down towards his crotch- before he stopped the DVD and ejected the disk, sticking it quickly back into the jewel case before shoving that back onto the rack.

He stood awkwardly in the computer room, looking around before nearly bolting from his landlord’s apartment, cradling his erection in one hand while making a beeline for his own home.

///

Junsu groaned as he stumbled back into his apartment, dumping his bag on the couch while kicking his shoes off. The fucking lawyer never failed to annoy him, and the lines at the stores never failed to piss him off. He’d only wanted one book from the bookstore, just one book…!

He glanced at the time, frowning as he realized he was probably missing the show from his new favorite couple. He stepped into the kitchen, poking through the fridge before he selected a bottle of pop.

And paused.

The small white envelope on his kitchen table caught his attention. He slowly padded over to it, eyeing the beautiful penmanship and the sweat-dropping face before peering at the bills inside.

Come to think of it, his door had been unlocked.

He blinked, swallowing thickly as a sick sense of dread crept into his stomach. Yoochun had been in his apartment. He moved away from the table, looking around as his heart began pounding furiously in his chest. He checked his mail; yes, that was all still there. A quick glance at his living room confirmed his entertainment tech was still there. He scampered down the hall to his bedroom, which seemed, as he stuck his head inside, virtually untouched. The feeling of dread began to uncurl from his heart as he slowly closed the door again, resting it against is door before something caught his eye.

The door to his computer room, that he always closed behind him, was ajar.

He groaned weakly. Shit. Yoochun had…. Had been in there. He couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at his lips as he sighed weakly. Curious little fucker.

The screen savers greeted him as always when he stepped inside, dancing merrily before he shook the mouse and slowly typed in the password before bringing up the video feed of Yoochun’s apaato. He wasn’t sure what to expect, really. Maybe a sign saying “YOU FUCKING PERVERT” or even something just blocking the camera. Yoochun had to have seen something, or watched something, or taken one of the DVD’s with him to watch. His tenant knew. Junsu felt it, deep in the pit of his stomach. Yoochun knew.

He shifted as he settled down on his chair, blinking at the scene of Yoochun’s living room. The two were on the couch, whispering furiously to one another while soft giggles occasionally reached the camera. He bit his lower lip, shifting nervously on the chair as he waited for something, anything… for the police to bang his door down, for them to pretend nothing had changed…

Yoochun had begun taking Jaejoong’s shirt off, the two whispering to one another as they began to heavily make out. Junsu frowned. He hated this waiting feeling, this sick feeling of dread and unknowing that had settled in his chest. Yoochun knew, right? Right? He glanced back at the DVD rack, making a little confused sound as he realized that nothing seemed to be missing. He got up, walking over to the rack as he carefully perused the contents, standing up a moment later after confirming that, indeed, all the DVD’s appeared to be there.

He returned to his seat, blinking as he realized he’d missed some of the action. Yoochun was once more on his back, Jaejoong atop, their clothes scattered on the floor as they made out heavily. Hands slid over pale skin, Yoochun moaning as Jaejoong apparently found a sensitive spot under his ribs. Junsu nibbled at his lower lip, concern and worry beginning to fade in favor of watching.

Yoochun’s legs were spread, the man grinning softly at Jaejoong as a small tube of lubricant was produced from under the couch. Junsu leaned in a bit, turning the volume up as he caught whispers of their conversation.

“-been a long time since I did this…” Yoochun was grinning as he squirmed on the couch, spreading his legs a bit wider and holding them in place with his hands. “Gentle, okay?”

“Yea yea…” Jaejoong grinned though, giving Yoochun a warm kiss as one slick hand slid down to the apex of the man’s thighs. Junsu whined faintly, touching himself between the legs as his heart pounded, eyes wide. He hadn’t seen something like this from Yoochun before… ever before… Jealousy licked at his chest, his heart wailing to be in Jaejoong’s place, to see such a sight laid out for him.

After a few moments they shifted, Jaejoong sliding his wet hand over his own length before pressing his body against Yoochun, the man's slender legs wrapping around Jaejoong’s waist. There was a few moments, a long moan from Yoochun, soft whimpers, and then Jaejoong began to move, hips rocking slowly back and forth as Yoochun buried his face against the man’s neck. They whispered softly to each other, Jaejoong shifting his weight to slide one hand up into Yoochun’s hair, caressing it gently, tenderly.

Junsu bit his lower lip hard, his hand undoing his pants quickly before tugging his length out to jerk it eagerly, heart pounding wildly in his chest as Jaejoong began to speed up.

Yoochun clung to the other man, toes curled tight as he began mewling with each thrust into his body. Jaejoong’s hips were working harder now, each firm thrust into the man's body making Yoochun’s mouth fall open further. He hitched one leg up further around Jaejoong’s body, hands digging nails into Jaejoong’s back, which only spurred the man on faster.

Junsu whimpered, tugging on his length harder as he leaned in close, watching with big eyes. He found himself moaning softly, alone in his computer room, something he had never done before. His hand danced along his dick, teasing the tip and tugging on the flesh before sliding his wet hand down to caress his balls. He moaned.

Yoochun was crying out now, evidently heedless of the thin walls, as Jaejoong slammed into his body repeatedly. He tossed his head back onto the pillows behind him, nails scrabbling over Jaejoong’s back for purchase as he sucked in a firm breath before calling out loudly, his body tensing up before that liquid slide into bliss. The lights showed that his belly was now wet.

Junsu whimpered and cried out then as well, alone in his computer room, as he came over his shirt, the spurts hard and fast and so, so satisfying. He sunk back weakly in his chair, one hand still clamped around his length, eyes lidded as he watched Jaejoong finish as well. The blond-haired man buried his face against Yoochun’s neck this time, body shuttering weakly before relaxing, hips working slowly back and forth as he evidently spilled himself inside the other man's body.

Junsu licked his lips then, sliding his wet hand to his mouth as his tongue slipped out, gently lapping at his own release as he watched the couple on the screen longingly. Who knew Yoochun was a perfect little uke, he mused with a grin. This was quite possibly one of the best “shows” he’d ever seen.

Jaejoong eventually shifted, pulling away from Yoochun, who stood slowly, legs obviously still numb. Junsu grinned. Yoochun took a robe that Jaejoong handed him off-camera, sliding it on and casually ruffling his hair before he turned, lifting his head up to stare at the vent the camera was hidden in on the top of the wall, near the ceiling.

To stare right at Junsu.

He froze, smile disappearing as they locked eyes, Yoochun’s unblinking and unwavering. Junsu whimpered a bit, squirming around in the chair as he stared back in complete shock. He’d been so wrapped up in… in watching… that he’d forgotten Yoochun knew.

“Oh shit,” he whispered softly to himself.

That is, until Yoochun smiled. Right at the camera.

Junsu’s heart literally stopped beating. He stared at the grin in shock, leaning in a bit to make sure he saw it clearly. He caught a wink then, as Yoochun teasingly blew a kiss at the camera before casually walking out of view.

Junsu sat ramrod still for a moment before slowly sinking back in his chair, a stupid grin on his face.

There would be, he was quite sure, many more shows.