Title: No [R] Pairing: Yunjae [Jung Yunho + Kim Jaejoong] Rating: R, NC-18 Summary: Yunho never lets Jaejoong do anything. Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBSK/JYJ, but I DO own my fantasies!
No [R]
Jaejoong walked around school about a dozen times; he didn’t feel like going to his 5th period class, so he skipped.
“You know you’re going to have to take Erickson’s test anyway,” a voice snickered. “Why skip?’
“I could be saying the same thing,” Jaejoong turned around.
Against the school building with one leg against the wall stood Jung Yunho — valedictorian.
“Kim.”
“Jung.”
The two stared at each other intensely, eerie auras floating among them.
“For your information,” Jaejoong cleared his throat. “I am not skipping; I’m hall monitoring.”
“Spare me your idiocy,” Yunho scoffed.
“Where’s your hall pass?” Jaejoong stuck his hand out.
“Hall monitors exist only on TV,” Yunho slapped Jaejoong’s hand.
“It’s a no wonder you’re single,” Jaejoong stuck his tongue out. “You’re so negative.”
“You shouldn’t be the one to talk,” Yunho cleared his throat. “You’ve never even dated.”
“How dare you!” Jaejoong gasped. “I so have!”
“Jae,” Yunho sighed. “I’ve known you since we were born; you haven’t even been kissed.”
Jaejoong stayed quiet, thinking about a good comeback.
“Don’t think so hard,” Yunho chuckled. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
Jaejoong clicked his tongue and crossed his arms in defeat, a small pout formed on his lips.
“You look stupid,” Yunho snickered.
“So do you but I don’t say anything,” Jaejoong fixed his composure.
“This is pointless,” Yunho shook his head. “I’m going to lunch…”
“Fatass!” Jaejoong pointed at Yunho.
“…to accompany Changmin!” Yunho finished his sentence. “How dare you! I’m in perfect shape!”
“Please,” Jaejoong scoffed. “As if your moobs can compare to my wonderfully sleek chest.”
“For your information, these rock hard babies are pecs,” Yunho pointed at his chest. “But of course someone with a girl’s body would never understand.”
Jaejoong tensed and shot Yunho a death glare.
“Take that back,” he hissed.
“Make me,” Yunho taunted.
Jaejoong got ready to pounce on Yunho and beat the crap out of him, but was immediately brought back to reality by a fierce hold on his shoulder.
“Why the hell aren’t you two taking my test?!”
Jaejoong and Yunho looked at a furious Mr. Doug Erickson, his veins popping out of his skin and his nostrils flaring like the pits of hell.
“S-S-S-S-S-Sir!” Jaejoong felt his body go cold. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I can exp-p-p-plain!”
“It better be good,” Mr. Erickson released Jaejoong.
“Y-Y-Yunho was skipping,” Jaejoong started. “And at my previous school I was appointed hall monitor; I was just about to head over there with him!”
Mr. Erickson stared at Jaejoong in disbelief.
“You didn’t transfer here from another school,” Mr. Erickson scoffed. “And hall monitors only exist on TV; everyone knows that.”
Jaejoong looked at Yunho and saw him smile in victory.
“And Yunho would never skip,” Mr. Erickson added. “He’s valedictorian.”
Jaejoong dropped his jaw in disbelief. Mr. Erickson didn’t believe him; not that there was anything to believe, but damn was that an ugly feeling.
“Principal’s office,” Mr. Erickson grabbed both Yunho and Jaejoong. “Now.”
Office
“Ms. Vee!” Mr. Erickson kicked the door open.
“Yes, Mr. Erickson?” Ms. Vee sighed.
“These two young boys were skipping my class today!” Mr. Erickson boomed.
“And you saw this?” Ms. Vee raised her eyebrow.
“Yes; yes I did,” Mr. Erickson replied.
“You,” Ms. Vee pointed at Yunho and Jaejoong. “What do you have to say for yourselves?”
“Yunho was the one skipping,” Jaejoong pointed his finger. “I was hall monitoring!”
“You don’t say,” Ms. Vee nodded. “I see an honest kid and a troublemaker, Doug.”
“Ms. Vee!” Mr. Erickson slammed his fist on her desk. “Yunho is the valedictorian! Why would he need to skip?!”
“It’s always the ones you least expect,” Ms. Vee shook her head. “And the next time you bang on my desk I’ll slap you; is that understood?”
Mr. Erickson cleared his throat and nodded.
“But hall monitors only exist on TV!” Yunho exclaimed.
“How do you know that?” Ms. Vee asked. “Do you work for the TV, Yunho?”
“Ms. Vee!” Mr. Erickson whined. “Both Jaejoong and Yunho were skipping!”
“Doug,” Ms. Vee looked up at the enraged history teacher. “I don’t appreciate your yelling and slamming my desk and slapping me.”
“What?! I never —”
“As for you Mr. Jung,” Ms. Vee averted her attention. “I’ll let you off with a warning; don’t let Jaejoong here catch you again.”
“But I —”
“You cut me deep, Yunho,” Ms. Vee shook her head. “You cut me real deep; I feel betrayed like in those Harry Potter movies where one of the teachers is working for Voldemort.”
Everyone nodded their head in acknowledgement.
“But besides that,” Ms. Vee sighed. “Doug, you can go back to your class; Jaejoong, keep up the good work; and Yunho you know what the deal is…ha did you see what I did there? It sounds like I said your name twice but in reality I said your name and then ‘you know’!”
Yunho scoffed at the lame joke.
“But in all seriousness,” Ms. Vee crossed her arms. “Get the hell out; I have one-shots to write.”
The three nodded and then exited the office. Mr. Erickson wagged his finger at Yunho and Jaejoong, taking off as he did so.
“We have such a cool principal,” Jaejoong smiled.
“You’re only saying that because she believed your stupid lie,” Yunho rolled his eyes. “If anything, she’s an idiot.”
“I heard that!” Ms. Vee roared from her office.
Yunho made a face at the door and then made his way down the hallway, Jaejoong following his lead.
“So you —”
“No.” Yunho cut him off.
“Wanna —”
“No.” Another cut off.
“But you haven’t even —”
“No.” Yunho sighed. “You got me in trouble, Jae.”
“We got ourselves in trouble,” Jaejoong shrugged.
“No,” Yunho spun around to face him. “You were let off the hook and I got a warning.”
“So?” Jaejoong raised his eyebrow. “A little scolding never hurt anyone.”
“What do you mean?” Yunho cliked his tongue. “I’m valedictorian; I can’t receive any scolding.”
“Well no one told you to skip Erickson’s class,” Jaejoong retorted.
Yunho opened his mouth to say something, but closed it instead as a tint of red crossed his face.
“Why’d you skip anyway?” Jaejoong asked.
“I wasn’t skipping,” Yunho rolled his eyes.
“What were you doing then?” Jaejoong smirked. “Stalking me?”
“Oh please,” Yunho scoffed.
“I know you want me,” Jaejoong whispered. “Just say it already.”
“You’re such a freak!” Yunho blushed as he pushed Jaejoong away.
“Dude I was kidding,” Jaejoong walked back towards Yunho. “Take a joke.”
“Whatever,” Yunho walked faster.
He walked until he was out of Jaejoong’s eyesight and Jaejoong stood there with a puzzled look on his face.
“Weirdo,” he scoffed.
The Next Day
Jaejoong couldn’t skip Erickson’s class today, so he went in and sat down. He really didn’t want to be there, and in all honesty, he wanted to drop out of high school.
“I see you decided to come to class today,” Mr. Erickson said as he sat down.
“I see you decided to do your job today,” Jaejoong scoffed.
Mr. Erickson shot him a death glare.
Jaejoong chuckled and looked around for Yunho, but to his dismay, Yunho wasn’t there.
“Aw,” Mr. Erickson pouted. “Lonely?”
“Not as much as you are,” Jaejoong crossed his arms.
Mr. Erickson’s face had grown redder than anything red, including the color red itself.
But deep down inside Jaejoong really did feel all alone.
Where was Yunho?
After School
“Hey Yoochun!” Jaejoong ran.
“Hey,” Yoochun turned around.
“Have you seen Yunho?” Jaejoong panted.
“Yeah I saw him at lunch with Changmin and Karam,” Yoochun nodded.
“Where is he right now?” Jaejoong asked.
“Oh he’s with Karam,” Yoochun pointed towards the field.
Karam?
Why?
Jaejoong thanked Yoochun and ran towards the field, his heart pounding fiercely against his chest.
“…so that’s why you need to divide the number in front of y,” Yunho pointed at the paper. “It’s so you can get y by itself.”
“Thanks a lot,” Karam smiled.
“No problem,” Yunho smiled back.
“How can I ever repay you?” Karam asked as he wrapped Yunho’s arm in his own.
“Well…” Yunho blushed.
“Yunho!” Jaejoong yelled.
Yunho quickly turned around and saw Jaejoong jog up to him.
“Why weren’t you in class today?” Jaejoong panted.
“I was busy,” Yunho shrugged.
“Yeah,” Karam nodded.
“Who the hell is this?” Jaejoong raised his eyebrow.
“This is Karam,” Yunho looked at the smaller man.
“Yeah,” Jaejoong nodded. “So who the hell is he?”
“He’s my —”
“Boyfriend,” Karam kissed Yunho’s cheek.
Jaejoong felt his blood boil and he unconsciously pulled Yunho from Karam’s grasp,slapping Karam in the process. He dragged Yunho as far away from the field as possible and abruptly stopped when Yunho did.
“What the hell?!” Yunho hissed.
“What do you mean?!” Jaejoong hissed back. “Who the fuck was that?!”
“What does it matter to you?!” Yunho pushed Jaejoong.
“What does it matter to me,” Jaejoong scoffed. “We’re best friends!”
“So?!” Yunho hollered.
“I’m fucking jealous, okay?!” Jaejoong quickly looked down in embarassment.
“Why?” Yunho pushed Jaejoong against the wall.
“Because I…”
Jaejoong stopped.
“Because you what?” Yunho was in his face now.
“Because we’re best friends,” Jaejoong said lowly as he looked down.
“That’s not the reason,” Yunho lifted Jaejoong’s chin. “Tell me why you’re jealous.”
Jaejoong felt his heart race and his hands got sweaty. He looked into Yunho’s eyes and found his words stuck in his throat.
“I —”
“Jae!”
Yunho released Jaejoong and they both turned to see who had called.
“Hey Andy,” Jaejoong smiled.
“Was I interrupting anything?” Andy asked.
“No,” Jaejoong shook his head.
“It looked pretty intense,” Andy went on.
“No,” Jaejoong repeated himself.
“Like ‘OMG’ intense,” Andy continued.
“What do you want?!” Jaejoong fumed.
“I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come to the movies with me on the weekend,” Andy shrugged. “Eric is taking Hyesung; it’s like a double date.”
Yunho twitched.
“Double date?” Jaejoong blushed.
“He’s not going,” Yunho answered.
“What do you mean?” Jaejoong looked at him.
“I mean exactly what I said,” Yunho replied.
“Yikes,” Andy stepped back. “I’ll be leaving now; y’all got some serious issues. See ya!”
Yunho and Jaejoong stared at each other and Jaejoong swallowed his saliva.
“Why can’t I go?” Jaejoong asked softly.
“We always hang out on the weekend,” Yunho replied.
“What if I want to hang out with other people?” Jaejoong asked.
“You can’t,” Yunho inched his face closer.
“Why?” Jaejoong stepped back, his body against the wall.
“I’ll get jealous,” Yunho whispered as he brushed Jaejoong’s hair back.
Jaejoong could feel his heart beat faster and his blood race. He tiptoed closer to Yunho and could feel Yunho’s warm breath on his face.
The gap between them was closing…
“Yunho!”
The two pulled away and quickly turned to see who had cock-blocked them. Donghae waved with a bright smile.
“What?” Yunho asked in an annoyed tone of voice.
“Don’t talk to me like that,” Donghae rolled his eyes.
Yunho sighed.
“So what’s up with you and Karam?” Donghae asked. “I saw you guys all over each other in lunch.”
Jaejoong felt his pulse stop and his body go cold.
“I was helping him with pre-cal,” Yunho answered.
“Then why was he on your lap?” Donghae asked.
Jaejoong had heard enough and ran away from Yunho, ignoring the calls to come back.
“Damn it!” Yunho ran after Jaejoong.
Jaejoong could feel tears well up in his eyes and he couldn’t hold them back. He cried and ran as fast as he could back home. He turned around and saw Yunho running after him at full-speed, causing his legs to go even faster. He soon stopped at his door and quickly grabbed his key. He opened the door and slammed it in time on Yunho’s face.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho banged on the door. “Jaejoong let me in!”
Jaejoong was out of breath and he was shaking out of control. He locked his door and ignored Yunho’s constant calls and knocks. He made his way to his room and hid his face in his pillow.
Yunho cursed under his breath and walked around Jaejoong’s house until he was at Jaejoong’s window. He opened it and quickly made his way inside, scaring Jaejoong off the bed.
“Get out!” Jaejoong cried.
“Jae, please listen to me.” Yunho grabbed Jaejoong’s arms.
“Let me go!” Jaejoong struggled to break free.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho shook him and pushed him against the wall, closing the space between them. “It’s not what you think.”
“I don’t care,” Jaejoong whimpered.
“I didn’t touch him back,” Yunho cupped Jaejoong’s face.
Jaejoong looked at Yunho with teary eyes and sniffed back a sob.
“Why did you let him sit on your lap?” Jaejoong bit his lip.
“I got him off as soon as he sat on me,” Yunho hugged Jaejoong.
Jaejoong could feel his heart flutter and although he knew they would probably only stay as friends, he wanted so much more.
“Yunho, I…”
He buried his face in Yunho’s shoulder.
“What?” Yunho rubbed Jaejoong’s head.
“Can we just stay like this for a while?” Jaejoong asked softly.
“Sure,” Yunho hugged him tighter.
Jaejoong smiled to himself and they stayed quiet, enjoying the moment.
The Next Day
Today is Saturday; today is also the day where Yunho will confess his feelings to Jaejoong.
Because today is also Jaejoong’s birthday.
Yunho got up early and dressed his best. He opened his closet and grabbed a gift basket full of little snacks and candies and a teddy bear seated on top. He smiled at his work and walked to his drawer, grabbing an envelope and placing it in between the bear’s arms. He looked at himself once in the mirror and winked at his reflection before taking off.
Jaejoong woke up to a delightful smell. He got out of bed and walked slowly towards the source and arrived at the kitchen.
“Happy birthday, Jaejoong!” His parents clapped.
Jaejoong smiled widely and received a huge hug from his dad and a kiss on the cheek from his mom.
“We made a big breakfast for our big boy,” his mother placed pancakes in front of him.
“Mom,” Jaejoong blushed. “I’m a man, now!”
“Sure you are,” his dad laughed.
“Dad!” Jaejoong pouted.
“Now, now,” his mother smiled. “My baby’s right; he’s a grown man!”
His father laughed again.
“Sweetie,” Jaejoong’s mother patted his head. “Your father and I will be leaving to a conference today; sorry we can’t stay for your birthday.”
“It’s okay,” Jaejoong pouted. “I’ll probably hang out with Yunho or something.”
“Sorry kiddo,” his father put the paper down. “We’ll bring you something.”
“Where are you guys going?” Jaejoong asked.
“Not sure,” his mother shrugged.
“We don’t know till we get there,” his father added.
“Well just make sure you bring something expensive,” Jaejoong joked.
His mother kissed him on the head and she motioned her husband to stand up. They bid their farewells and left.
Jaejoong ate his breakfast and placed his dishes in the sink before heading back to his room again. He walked to his closet and got a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom.
Yunho took in a deep breath as he stood outside Jaejoong’s door. He rang the doorbell and waited for a response.
Jaejoong washed his hair thoroughly and rubbed soap all over his body as the warm water clashed with him.
“Aish,” Yunho hissed. “He’s probably still sleeping; lazyass.”
He made his way to Jaejoong’s window and opened it, sneakily stepping inside the room. He heard the water running and smirked. He placed the basket on the bed and then tiptoed to the living room.
Jaejoong finished scrubbing himself and turned the water off. He stepped out and grabbed his towel, running it through his hair. After feeling it was damp enough he wrapped it around his waist and stood in front of the mirror. He grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and applied them in water. He brought the toothbrush to his mouth and brushed his teeth, the minty paste forming bubbles. He rinsed and then brushed his tongue and palate, gagging at the poking sensation. He spit and reached for the mouthwash and floss. He took in the strong liquid and swished it around his mouth, gurgling before he spit it out. He then grabbed the floss and squeezed it between his teeth, making sure to get every spot.
“Aish,” Yunho groaned. “He’s probably brushing his teeth or something.”
Jaejoong smiled at himself in the mirror and then grabbed exfoliating wash. He didn’t need it, but the feeling of having clean pores made him happy. He applied the wash and then let it sit for about ten minutes before rinsing it out in warm water.
After all was said and done Jaejoong dried his face and body and made his way to his clothes. He slipped on his underwear and then slid his jeans on. He took his shirt and slung it over his shoulder and stepped out of the bathroom. He walked by his bed and made his way to his dresser, grabbing the deodorant and applying it. He then grabbdd some massage oil and rubbed it on his arms and hands, releasing the tension in his muscles. He put his shirt on after he was done and sat on his bed. To his surprise there was a basket.
Yunho tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for Jaejoong to notice the basket.
“I swear if he’s still in the bathroom…” Yunho shook his head.
Jaejoong studied the gift and slowly reached for the envelope between the bear’s arms.
“Jaejoong”
He turned it around and took out the card that was inside. He opened it and stood up, making his way out of his room and to the living room.
“Dear Jae,
Wow so you’re 18! Haha I’m still older than you are >:D
We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we? I feel like when we graduate from school then I’ll have more time to spend with you.
Oh wait, that’s right. You’re too stupid to graduate! Lol jk”
“Stupid jerk!” Jaejoong spat.
He shook his head and continued to read.
“But in all seriousness, I know we hardly spend any time together like we used to and I’m sorry. I want to be with you all the time and I want to be the one that makes you smile.
When you finish reading this, please look up. I have something to tell you.
Yunho”
Jaejoong plopped down on the couch as he looked up from the card and sighed.
“He isn’t even here,” Jaejoong pouted.
“Well maybe if you didn’t spend a million years in the bathroom I would be,” Yunho said from beside him.
“What the hell, man?!” Jaejoong jumped up in surprise. “You said to look up!”
“You were too lazy to look to the side or what?!” Yunho scoffed. “I’ve been here since the dawn of time!”
“You were definitely right about being older then,” Jaejoong snickered.
Yunho laughed.
“So what did you want to tell me?” Jaejoong asked as he set the card on the table.
Yunho felt his heart accelerate and he swallowed his saliva. He was so nervous and he wasn’t sure if he could confess anymore.
“Let’s play video games,” he playfully punched Jaejoong’s arm.
“Tell me!” Jaejoong whined.
“I will,” Yunho stood up. “After I kick your ass in Soul Calibur!”
Yunho started to run down the hallway and Jaejoong stood up.
“In your dreams!” He ran after Yunho.
2 Hours Later
Yunho raised his arms in victory.
“Perfect victory!” He pointed his finger at Jaejoong. “Told ya I’d kick your ass.”
“Whatever!” Jaejoong stuck his tongue out. “I let you win that time.”
“Just like you let me win all 72 rounds?” Yunho raised his eyebrow.
Jaejoong scoffed and made his way to the console, shutting if off before lying down on the bed.
“Hey Yunho?” He crossed his arms behind his head.
“Yeah?” Yunho laid next to him.
“Are you going to tell me now?” Jaejoong turned to look at him.
Yunho looked back at Jaejoong and smiled.
“I’m kinda nervous,” he admitted.
“Me too,” Jaejoong chuckled.
Yunho slowly brought his hand to Jaejoong’s cheek and stroked it softly.
“Jaejoong, I…”
He paused.
Jaejoong could feel his heart beat faster and he looked at Yunho with anticipation.
“I love you, Jaejoong.” Yunho whispered. “I love you.”
Jaejoong felt his body tingle with excitement. He smiled and brought his hand to Yunho’s face as well.
“I love you, too, Yunho.” He whispered back.
Yunho felt his body melt and he slowly brought his face closer to Jaejoong’s.
Jaejoong closed his eyes and met Yunho halfway, their lips connecting in a warm kiss.
Yunho felt like he was kissing a cloud; Jaejoong’s lips were so soft and they felt silkier than silk; even the gods would envy him.
Jaejoong moaned softly in the kiss as he pushed Yunho down and climbed on top of him.
“Jae,” Yunho said between kisses. “What are you doing?”
“Shh…” Jaejoong pulled on Yunho’s bottom lip.
Yunho groaned and rubbed his hands all over Jaejoong’s back. He could feel Jaejoong purr under his touch and he slowly slid his hands under the cloth that covered Jaejoong’s torso. He slid it up under Jaejoong’s arms and the kiss was temporarily broken as Jaejoong sat up on Yunho’s lap and pulled the shirt off. Yunho stared in awe as Jaejoong’s milky flesh was revealed and as Jaejoong came back down to take another kiss.
“Are you going to take yours off, too?” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho chuckled and motioned Jaejoong to sit back up. Yunho then sat up as well, holding on to Jaejoong for support. He removed his shirt and saw Jaejoong blush.
“Why are you so embarassed?” Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong.
“Your moobs…” Jaejoong answered.
“Pecs, Jae.” Yunho chuckled. “Pecs.”
Jaejoong ran his hands over Yunho’s chest and bit his lip.
“Indeed they are,” he nodded.
Yunho smiled and kissed Jaejoong again, pulling their bodies closer. Jaejoong could feel Yunho’s warmth against him and he grinded on Yunho’s lap, hoping to get more than a few touches.
“Jae this is too fast,” Yunho pulled away.
“No it isn’t,” Jaejoong kissed Yunho’s jawline.
“I don’t want things to get too heated up,” Yunho looked down.
“I really want you right now,” Jaejoong whispered seductively.
Yunho hardened almost instantly.
“I know you want me too,” Jaejoong licked Yunho’s earlobe. “Just say it already.”
“Jae…I…” Yunho trembled as the chills went down his spine.
“What?” Jaejoong blew air where his saliva lingered.
Yunho growled lowly and attacked Jaejoong’s lips hungrily, no longer caring about boundaries.
Jaejoong felt Yunho shift their bodies so that he was on the bottom and Yunho was hovering over him. He saw Yunho kiss down his chest and make his way to a nipple. Yunho placed the small nub in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it, causing Jaejoong to moan loudly.
“Oh shit…” Jaejoong bit his lip.
Yunho sucked it until it was hard to his satisfaction and then continued with the other one. Jaejoong ran his fingers through Yunho’s thick locks and trembled as Yunho kissed down to his stomach. Yunho could feel Jaejoong’s cock tent through the denim and he chuckled lowly.
“A little anxious, are we?” He looked up at Jaejoong as he unzipped the jeans.
“Yunho…please…” Jaejoong pouted. “It’s my birthday.”
Yunho reached up to kiss Jaejoong and then went back down to the denim. He pulled them down and stared at the stretched cloth and the darkened patch forming. He pulled it down and saw Jaejoong’s cock stand attentively.
Jaejoong stared at Yunho erotically and saw as Yunho licked his lips before taking the head inside his mouth. Jaejoong threw his head back and curled his toes as he felt a wonderful sensation coursed through him.
Yunho bobbed his head at a moderate speed, grazing his teeth at Jaejoong’s slit every once in a while. He heard Jaejoong moan in response and he went faster, causing Jaejoong to lose his breath.
“Holy fuck…Yunho!” Jaejoong gasped.
Yunho could still taste pre-cum leaking from Jaejoong and he sucked on the head, feeling Jaejoong squirm in delight.
“Yunho…ahh…I’m gonna…” Jaejoong tried to warn Yunho but found it in vain.
He came inside Yunho’s mouth hard; Yunho swallowed it and then released Jaejoong with a harsh pop.
“Don’t you get limp on me,” he growled.
Yunho placed Jaejoong’s cock back in his mouth and hummed lowly, sending vibrations all over Jaejoong’s body.
“Ahh…Yun…ngh…” Jaejoong arched his back.
Once Jaejoong was hard to Yunho’s satisfaction, Yunho released him and got off the bed.
“What are…you…doing?” Jaejoong tried to catch his breath.
Yunho didn’t answer; instead he undid his jeans and slid them down along with his boxers.
Jaejoong sat up and stared with his mouth hanging low.
“I know it’s your birthday, but I want you right now.” Yunho walked to the foot of the bed.
“What?” Jaejoong tried to comprehend, but was still in shock at the huge sight before him.
Yunho grabbed Jaejoong’s head and placed his cock inside the unprepared mouth.
Jaejoong choked and gagged; this was definitely hard to adjust to. Yunho’s dick was thick and long; it hit the back of his throat with ease. Jaejoong could feel tears form in his eyes, but it wasn’t because he was in pain; they were gagging tears.
Yunho thrust inside Jaejoong’s mouth and let his head hang back as he aroused himself.
Jaejoong was finally able to work with the large muscle in his mouth and soon bobbed his head without needing Yunho’s thrusts. He actually enjoyed the fact he was able to make Yunho feel like this; and above all Yunho tasted good, not bitter like he’d hear about.
“Fuck…” Yunho bit his lip.
Jaejoong went faster and looked up at Yunho innocently.
“You’re so dirty, Jae,” Yunho placed his hands on Jaejoong’s face.
Jaejoong bobbed faster in response and flicked his tongue around the head.
Yunho could feel his body tense and he immediately removed his cock from Jaejoong’s mouth. He climbed back on the bed so that he was behind Jaejoong and grabbed the massage oil on the counter. He looked at Jaejoong on all fours and held back the urge to just fuck the shit out of him.
“Yun…” Jaejoong looked back and blushed.
“Shh,” Yunho applied some oil on his dick. “It’ll only hurt a bit.”
Jaejoong looked back and saw Yunho bite his lip before bringing his face closer to the inviting entrance. Yunho flicked his tongue over it and Jaejoong trembled at the feeling. Yunho kissed ocassionally, but he mainly sucked on the tempting entrance. He soon released Jaejoong with a wet smooch and smirked at Jaejoong’s tinted face.
“Ready, Jae?” He asked seductively.
Yunho applied some oil on his hand and then looked at Jaejoong’s pink entrance. He positioned the bottle on top of Jaejoong’s crack and then squeezed, the oil flowing down and sending chills up Jaejoong’s spine. Yunho closed the bottle and then rubbed his fingers around Jaejoong’s now sleek hole before sliding one in. Jaejoong jerked in response, but it was because of lack of preparation and not pain. Yunho slid it back and forth, wanting to stretch it enough so there’ll be more pleasure rather than pain.
“M-More…” he groaned.
Yunho smirked and inserted his second finger, keeping it in place as he heard Jaejoong grunt in pain. When he felt Jaejoong was okay again he moved them in a scissoring motion. Jaejoong looked back and saw Yunho lick his lips before inserting his third finger. Jaejoong shut his eyes and winced in pain; this one definitely hurt a bit.
“Relax,” Yunho kissed his back.
Jaejoong did as he was told and it didn’t hurt so much. He felt Yunho move in another scissoring motion and then another finger was added. Jaejoong hissed in pain and bit his lip, remembering to just relax.
“There you go,” Yunho kissed his back again.
Yunho dug inside Jaejoong, making sure the oil was spread everywhere. He could hear Jaejoong moan lowly and he knew Jaejoong was enjoying this as much as he was. He inched further inside until he touched a small bundle of nerves that made Jaejoong jerk.
“Oh fuck!” He bit his lip.
That alone was enough to make Yunho pull his fingers out and grab the oil. He placed it on his cock and stroked himself until he was attentive again. He positioned himself in front of Jaejoong’s hole and slowly pushed inside, the walls stretching around his length.
“Yun…” Jaejoong fisted the bed sheets.
Yunho continued this slow push until he felt Jaejoong’s warmth tightly wrapped around him. Jaejoong was shaking a bit, maybe because he was in pain, or maybe because he was holding back shameless moans; Yunho was too horny to find out. He moved slowly at first, but soon accelerated at a fast and rough pace. Jaejoong threw his head back and yelled at the top of his lungs as each thrust filled him fully. Yunho growled lowly in response and slapped Jaejoong’s cheeks until they were a bright red, stirring things up a bit. Jaejoong purred and groaned and made all kinds of noises; even some he wasn’t aware he could do. Yunho found this to be extremely arousing and harshly went faster as his balls smacked Jaejoong’s flesh.
“Holy shit…ngh…Yun!” Jaejoong moaned.
“Fuck…” Yunho went faster.
Everything about Jaejoong turned him on; the way he walks, the way he dresses, the way he smells; and now as he moaned and cussed, it was the biggest turn on of all.
“Harder…” Jaejoong begged.
Yunho quickly complied and added more force; who the hell was he to deny Jaejoong (as well as himself) that amazing pleasure? Jaejoong smiled in response and even went to the extent of pushing himself on Yunho’s dick, unable to get enough of this mind-blowing sensation.
“Jae…ahh…shit…you slut…” Yunho moaned.
“Ngh…you like it…” Jaejoong bit his lip. “So…ahh…shut the fuck up!”
Yunho thrust harder in response and Jaejoong screamed. He gave Yunho what looked like a seductive glare, but in all reality was a death one. Yunho ignored it and continued to do what he was doing.
Jaejoong could feel one of Yunho’s hands slither down to take hold of his cock and stroke him hard, causing him to just completely lose all his senses. He moaned louder and he started to sweat a lot. He was loving this and what made him love it even more was that this was with Yunho, the person he trusted, cared about, and loved with all his heart.
Yunho could tell Jaejoong was happy, and honestly that’s all he cared about: Jaejoong. If Jaejoong didn’t want this then he’d be fine with it. Why?
Because Yunho wants Jaejoong to be happy; always. Because Yunho loves Jaejoong.
“Oh fuck!” Jaejoong moaned louder.
Yunho thrust harder and with much more passion. Jaejoonh was just so beautiful in his eyes. A thin sheet of sweat started to cover their bodies, but none of it mattered. Yunho was enjoying every moment of it; he enjoyed Jaejoong’s reactions and the little noises he made, just like he enjoyed being with him. He went faster and saw Jaejoong jerk harshly in response.
“Yunho!…Right there!” Jaejoong threw his head back.
Yunho repeated his motions, hitting that same spot that caused Jaejoong to scream like that. Jaejoong could feel this wave of pain mixed with pleasure surge inside him and he felt Yunho’s hand go faster.
He was close.
Yunho felt Jaejoong’s muscles suffocate him and he knew Jaejoong was near his climax; he amplified his thrusts and could feel his own body tense.
“Jae…I’m….” Yunho growled, his sentence lost.
“Ahh…me too…” Jaejoong bit his lip.
Yunho could feel his whole body go on sensory overload and he felt tingles in his lower region. Jaejoong felt the same build-up he had when he came the first time and whimpered. It hurt, but it felt good.
All it took was a hard thrust and one last stroke from Yunho’s hand to make Jaejoong tremble in ecstasy. He yelled as he came over the bed sheets and he panted and gasped for air. Yunho placed both his hands on Jaejoong’s hips and thrust several more times before stopping and throwing his head back as he filled Jaejoong with his milk.
He pulled away when he was finished and collapsed on Jaejoong’s back. They rolled so that Yunho’s back was on the bed and Jaejoong was on top of him, arms wrapped around Yunho’s neck.
“Happy birthday, Jaejoong.” Yunho kissed his cheek.
“Thank you,” Jaejoong bit his lip.
“What are you doing that for?” Yunho ran his thumb on Jaejoong’s cheek.
“I’m so happy, Yunho…” Jaejoong started to tear up.
“Then why are you crying?” Yunho whispered as he brushed the wet beads away.
“Because I’ve loved you for so long,” Jaejoong hicupped. “And I’m so glad you love me back!”
He started to cry and Yunho hugged him.
“Come on,” Yunho placed his forehead against Jaejoong’s. “Let’s be happy.”
Jaejoong smiled and nodded as Yunho wiped the tears away. They embraced each other in silence until Jaejoong cleared his throat.
“Yun?” He looked up.
“Yeah?” Yunho answered.
“Can I top next time?” Jaejoong asked cutely.
“No.” Yunho shook his head.
“Aish,” Jaejoong hissed. “You never let me do anything!”
“It’s only because I love you,” Yunho kissed him.
They laughed and stayed cuddled together in bed, soreness and fatigue consuming them into a deep slumber.
-Fin.
