Hop: the rhythm of love
Author:
taeckittyPairing: Taecyeon/Junsu
Rating: R
Summary: Lover.
Notes: thanks to my unnie,
falsefallacy, for beta-ing this. But, it's still an epic fail. It's because of me D: Well, hope you enjoy. It's my first fic anyways, so please be gentle OTL I got the inspiration from a foreign song, and when I say foreign, you won't understand it unless you're a Bulgarian :D::
Lover.
Baby, do you still love me?
It has been a year since Taecyeon left Junsu for his dream.
And, now that everything was within his grasp, all he wanted was the boy back into his arms. He misses his touch, the way he swipes that pink muscle against his sexy lips, the way Junsu squirms and becomes a panting mess beneath him.
He misses Junsu far too much.
Ever since he became a JYPE model, all his dreams turned into reality, and luck and fame became his immediate best friends. Commercial offers came, and so did the hot rampage of the media. His photographs plastered in every billboard planted on every road in the busy uptown city of Seoul. His chiselled, godly abs were, well, a major bonus.
During the evening when his photo ops, press schedules, and what other events a rising star had to tend to were done for the day, he always found himself sitting before the large glass window in his bachelor’s pad, holding a glass of classy young wine. Looking at the joyful city of Seoul, Junsu’s face would always seem to register on that large electronic billboard just across the building, displaying his still-angelic face.
He would stare at the imaginary picture, smiling like an idiot. Junsu would always smile back, baring his white set of teeth.
Memories of the past started haunting him, the happy moments they enjoyed together. He remembered when Junsu would always prepare a fresh cup of hot coffee every morning when he wakes up, when Junsu would sulk and pout his lips whenever he would fail to kiss him in the mornings, when they would stumble on the bed fighting for dominance, which he would always win, ending up in steamy, hot love-making. Junsu’s face would twist in pleasure every time he’d hit that sweet spot. And, of course, the times when Junsu would snuggle and bury his head into his chest after sex.
Abruptly after, he would lift his arms instinctively in attempt to reach for the small boy, only to knock the tampered glass of his window. That’s when Taecyeon would open his eyes, mentally doused by a bucket of cold water, realizing he was just dreaming—again.
One afternoon after a shoot, he found himself standing in front of his boss’ office, knocking on the door. He sat on a velvet chair, fidgeting with his long slender fingers. JY Park looked up at him with a confused face, asking what the problem is.
“I need a month-long leave,” he managed to utter. The old man furrowed his brows.
“I need to go back to Daegu.”
Drive slowly, don’t rush it.
And, soon, Taecyeon found himself standing in front of a large coffee shop.
This was where Junsu worked. This was where they first met. He used to come here everyday as he tried to win Junsu’s heart. And, now, he’s here to win back Junsu’s heart.
He brushed off the dust that clung to his pants before slowly stepping inside. The wind chimes timbered, announcing the arrival of a new customer.
He was disguised in a cap and an old baggy shirt, looking almost like a burglar. But he didn’t care. His eyes immediately roamed around the familiar spot, stopping at a large counter at the left side of the café, where people fell in line as they waited for their turn.
He narrowed his eyes, searching for a certain person. Everyone behind the counter were wearing the same outfit: a blue apron with the enterprise’s insignia and denim pants.
He still can’t see him. He was about to give up, about to take a seat, when someone emerged from the backroom.
Taecyeon’s eyes brightened, his jaw dropped in awe.
Junsu was holding up a tray, a mug of mocha frappe and what looked like a slice of Black Forest cake laid on top. He placed the tray on the counter, smiling genuinely as he gave the order.
He changed his hair colour, the chocolate brown locks framing his awesome features perfectly. Taec stared hard at the small boy—he missed that smile, and those enchanting eyes. At the moment, all he wanted was to lock Junsu in a tight embrace. But, he didn’t want to cause a commotion since he was a celebrity and, besides, Junsu was probably more than mad. So, he slowly approached the counter, filing himself at the end of one line.
His heart was beating fast, he was nervous. He left Junsu like nobody’s business, so how can he possible come up to him and say “How are you?” like nothing happened? But, somehow, the long absence of his kisses and caresses were enough to make Taecyeon courageous, gaining the all the strength he needed, all the more hoping that the other still had a place for him in his heart.
A rude nudge and an annoyed murmur from behind made him realize that it was his turn in line. He instantly stepped forward, leaning onto the counter for support.
“Good morning! Can I have you order, sir?” Junsu’s velvet voice echoed in his ears; shivers running through his spine.
Though his large cap made him unrecognizable, it wasn’t until Taecyeon half-whispered “A tall Black Pearl please.” that Junsu dropped the empty cup he was holding. Tears suddenly rolled down his cheeks as he ran out of the café in a blink, not even thinking of looking back.
Touch, without caressing.
The room was silent, making Taecyeon’s situation worse than ever.
He was standing inside Junsu’s apartment, helplessly staring at the small figure crouching on the floor, back facing him. He watched as the small figure’s shoulders trembled up and down, his harsh sniffling audible.
He stood still, every limb was numb. But his heart was telling him otherwise. He wanted to run and capture the small boy into an endless hug. He wanted to kiss Junsu, touch him everywhere if he willed, but he can’t. He knows that he can’t—everything changed since he left the boy, change that may be permanent, or so he hoped not.
“Why are you here?”, Junsu broke the silence, his voice hoarse.
Taecyeon clenched his fist, he was angry with himself. Junsu was in pain, he could tell. He wanted to whack his head senseless on the wall, but not without explaining first.
“Junsu, I’m sorry—“
“Sorry? Sorry for what?”, the small boy spat, getting to his feet to face the taller boy, “For leaving me?” “For breaking my heart?” he slowly walked towards the other who didn’t dare move.
“For what, Taec?!” he screamed, more tears rolling down his cheeks.
Taecyeon’s felt a tightening knot in his heart when he saw Junsu up close. The small boy looked terribly thin, with eye bags lining his beautiful eyes. And his lips—dry and chapped.
Taecyeon was convinced that he was the biggest idiot to set foot on the planet.
“Junsu—let me explain—“
But he was cut off when his lips suddenly came crashing into Junsu’s. The small boy clung into him tightly, squeezing the remaining life out of him. Taecyeon was caught off guard, throwing both his hands in the air in surprise.
The kiss lasted for a minute, lasted until Junsu broke away. Panting, he managed to whisper, “I still love you…”
Hop, and it enters little by little.
They stumbled unto the bed, Taecyeon hovering over Junsu’s small frame. They kissed, occasionally exchanging hot breaths. The room was suddenly filled with moans and grunts, mixing with the whispers of “I’m sorry”. The two males continued caressing each other, leaving marks on every inch of each other’s bodies.
Soon, when all of their clothes were gone, skin finally met skin. Taecyeon moaned, he missed this feeling. He licked all the way down to Junsu’s chest, nibbling at the crook of his neck and leaving a visible mark, replacing the previous mark he made.
Junsu shuddered; Taecyeon’s presence was enough for him to be pleasured. He didn’t stop loving the tall boy; he loved him more, on the contrary. He have always believed that Taecyeon will return to him, but he didn’t expect to wait this long. Now that he’s back, he knew why.
Hop, move yourself slower and slower.
Sweat trickling down their faces, but they paid no mind.
The assault continued, kissing away the pain suffered for the year they had been separated. Fingers intertwined, kisses trailed everywhere. A year was similar to forever, and that’s when they realized they can’t live without each other’s touch, kiss, and love.
Junsu gasped as a hot mouth engulfed him, pleasure rippling all over his body. He arched his body, throwing his head back. Taecyeon was doing wonders to him, taking him skillfully. He gritted his teeth as pure bliss took over his body and mind.
Junsu bit his lip, gripping the sheets as he released for the first time that year. The feeling was incredible. Indescribable, even.
Hop, and put it in right now.
“T—Taecyeon!” Junsu moaned shamelessly, the pleasure he was feeling earlier had doubled as Taec delved inside him, taking him in a complete move. It was like a ritual, every step should be followed and the tall boy had complied with everything without having to be told twice.
Their bodies tangled, moving to the rhythm of love.
Hop. Every move was aggressive yet sweet; Junsu was jumping above the clouds, enjoying the sweet sensation Taecyeon was giving. He meet every blow, moaning each other’s name as they slowly reached cloud 9.
The smaller boy clung unto Taecyeon’s neck, pulling him down for a rough kiss. The other boy angled himself into a different position as he hit something inside Junsu, who yelled in bliss as he saw white stars.
“A—Again.”
Taecyeon complied, giving his body and soul to pleasure the small boy, the reason for his true happiness. Money and fame were just shallow shit compared to the man beneath him.
Sharp nails sunk on his back, fuelling his desire for more. He can’t get enough of Junsu, as he stared at the face of the small boy twisted in utmost pleasure. Beautiful, he must say. He continued his thrusting as he noticed Junsu reaching for his own member, pleasuring himself. “Nnnggggh... Taecyeon...” Junsu’s velvet voice, ringing in his ears like music. He watched as the small boy erupted, his love juice scattered all over his body.
The sight before him was enough to bring him at the edge as he shouted Junsu’s name, spilling all of the love and pain he held for the past year, inside the small boy. Their bodies became one, chanting each other’s name for the last time.
Hop, Hop, Hop.
Taecyeon shifted his body, looking at the boy who was in deep slumber. He smiled. He now understood everything. He’s more than willing to leave everything behind, to start a new life with the one he truly loved.
The small boy moved, burying his head into the tall boy. “Taecyeon...”
“Ssshhhhh,” he gently caressed those soft locks, “I’ll never leave you again, Junsu.”
Fucker.