Caged Heart, 001.
Caged Heart
.7daywar
.I only own the plot.
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.In a world where only the strong survive, how do you find time for love? YunHo has devoted his life to Mixed Martial Arts and in doing so has become one of the most prominent fighters in the genre. However, Kim JaeJoong makes him re-evaluate his life goals when being with him means letting go of what he has strived for his whole life. This isn't a fight he's willing to lose, but for the first time in his life he's not sure if he wants to win it either.
author's note: ... this chapter has been edited a bit. also, this is a story that will be updated sporadically.
CHAPTER 001.
Yunho wrapped his lips around the head of Jaejoong’s cock, watching with dark eyes as he threw his head back; breathe hitching. Yunho’s long, pretty (for someone with his profession) fingers were already slick with lube as he sucked Jaejoong’s length further into his mouth, while at the same time inserting two fingers inside of him. Jaejoong who didn’t think that he needed to be prepared, gripped Yunho’s hair, pulling back on it hard enough to up-root some strands.
"... Yunnie, I'm open, just put it in!"
Yunho blew over the head grinning, and then inserted a third finger. His needy lover groaned, keening back on the bed. "You're always so impatient boo, the last time you told me you were open you couldn't walk straight for three days."
Kim Jaejoong shuddered. Jung Yunho was in the process of making his mouth one with his dick again so he couldn't really think straight. All he could feel was heat and Yunho's fingers stretching him out, trying to find that special spot inside of him. Jaejoong was covered in a light sheen of sweat, his sex pulsing in his lover's mouth from trying to hold his cum in.
"Nnnnn... that's because you saw me talking to Hyunjoong and got jealous," Jaejoong cried out. Yunho had found his prostate.
Yunho pulled his fingers out, swiping his tongue along the underside of Jaejoong’s dick, before grabbing his own length and reaching for the lube; Jaejoong beat him to it. He poured a good amount of it into the palm of his right hand, warming it a bit in both before grabbing Yunho's erection, gingerly rubbing the lube onto his penis, from base to tip. Yunho captured Jaejoong's lips in a hungry kiss, the slightly older man moaning into his mouth.
Gripping Jaejoong's shoulders Yunho laid him back down on the bed in crawled over him, spreading his legs apart he settled him-self between them. Jaejoong biting down on his bottom lip, urged him on. Yunho sucked on his neck hard enough to leave a mark, Jaejoong digging his nails into Yunho's back as he felt his head pushing in past that ring of muscle.
"Because you're mine," Yunho murmured into Jaejoong's ear, ending their earlier conversation. Jaejoong chuckled and licked along Yunho's jawline.
"I know, now fuck me."
Jaejoong awoke later that night to an empty bed. He looked at the clock to see that it was nearing two. Had he stayed that long, when did he even fall asleep? He should leave. Jaejoong slipped out from under the covers, unmindful of his nudity as he searched around on the floor for his clothes. With the help of his cell-phone light he managed to find them and had pulled on his boxers, jeans in had his shirt halfway on before the door opened and a shirtless Yunho stepped back into the room.
For a long moment Jaejoong was distracted by Yunho's chiseled body, sculpted to perfection by years of Mixed Martial Arts fighting. Jaejoong pulled his shirt the rest of the way on then fixed Yunho with a nervous smile.
"I should go; I didn't really mean to fall asleep."
YunHo shrugged. "It's mostly my fault, so it's okay."
Jaejoong blushed. And un-able to find any words to combat that he moved to go pass the other man. Junsu was probably wondering where he was by now as he hadn't called him beforehand to let him know he'd be spending most of the night with Yunho.
He was stopped however by Yunho wrapping his arms around his waist. "Are you going to come to my next match?"
JaeJoong hesitated before nodding his head. "You want a cheerleader or something? You have enough of those." And he did. Half the audience was mostly filled with girls and or women madly in love with Yunho and his incredible fighting prowess. The look on Yunho's face was serious however as he answered.
"We've been seeing each other for three months, right?" JaeJoong smiled at him, running his finger over YunHo's bottom lip.
"No, Yunho-ah, we've been sleeping with each other for three months."
"Oh. My mistake," Yunho let out a humorous laugh, before becoming serious again. "I think I'm falling for you Jaejoong."
This was certainly not what Jaejoong had expected or even wanted to hear. The smile slipped off his face in he looked off to the side his expression troubled. Yunho took his chin, forcing Jaejoong to look him in the eye.
"I'm not trying to force you into anything Jaejoong, but I can't hide my feelings for you any longer. I want us to be more than just fuck buddies. So, promise me you'll think about it?" Jaejoong worried his bottom lip, before agreeing that he would. Yunho smiled a brilliant smile that made Jaejoong's heart skip a beat. They shared a sweet kiss, full of tongue, before Yunho finally released him.
"I'll walk you to the door."
During the short walk they held hands. Yunho invading Jaejoong's space and inhaling the sweet, girly scent of his hair. "Are you going to call me tomorrow?"
"Yes,"
"Will you come to my next match?"
Pause. "I'll be there."
Yunho kissed him, pleased, then kissed him again. Once the door had closed behind Jaejoong, he wrapped his jacket tighter around him-self and rushed over to his car. He was trembling from his head down to his toes, with all the possibilities. The rush that such a powerful and deadly man wanted him. It really blew his mind. Jaejoong sat behind the wheel of his car for a long moment, just letting it settle into his brain.
Did he really want to become more with Yunho? Did he really even have a choice? They'd only been seeing each other (a.k.a: having sex) for three months and already YunHo was acting like he owned him. He'd just barely managed to stop Yunho from ruining Hyunjoong's pretty face. Jaejoong visibly cringed as he remembered that particular episode of 'Yunho when he's unreasonably jealous.'
Yunho hadn't seemed to care for Jaejoong's side of the story either as he grabbed his wrist and dragged him off to screw him quite thoroughly in the back of his car, twice at his house and once in the shower. It had pissed Jaejoong off at first that Yunho thought he had any right to question who he talked to or who he was friends with, though it was soon all lost in the rush of heady sex.
Jaejoong turned on his car, realizing that it was time for him to leave before Yunho came out wondering why he was still parked in his driveway at 2:00 o'clock in the morning.
The next day Jaejoong was jarred awake around noon by his room-mate Kim Junsu. Junsu’s method being a bit extreme as he tried to smother JaeJoong with his pillow. In retaliation Jaejoong managed to find Junsu's nipple and pinch it, the younger letting out a loud cry and falling over the side of the bed.
"Jae!?" Junsu was gripping his abused nipple as if Jaejoong had ripped it off.
"Don't you know any normal ways to wake people up in the morning? What are you waking me up for anyway?"
"We have work, remember?" Oh yea... Jaejoong thought unenthusiastically. It wasn't that he didn't like his job; it was just that he was so tired from last night's activities that he didn't believe he'd be able to do his job properly. And then he'd get yelled at by his boss again.
"So," Junsu began and Jaejoong knew immediately where this conversation was going. "Where were you last night?" He was eyeing all the bruises along Jaejoong's neck and chest and stomach. Jaejoong reached for his shirt wondering if he could ignore Junsu and pretend as if he hadn't heard him.
"I know you were with that fighter guy. Are the two of you serious? You said it was just a fling."
"No, I said it was just sex. And it is."
Junsu didn't look convinced and Jaejoong sighed. "It was just sex."
"It was... so, you're dating now?"
"No, but Yunho wants to make it official."
"Do you want to make it official, I mean knowing what he does for a living?"
Jaejoong was no longer on the bed, but digging through his closest looking for his work uniform, listening to Junsu with one ear. Did he want to make it exclusive with Yunho knowing that he was a Mixed Martial Artist? Knowing that at any moment he could get seriously hurt or even die? It was a bitter pill to swallow. Even if Yunho was one of the best Seoul had to offer that didn't change the fact that there was always someone better, always someone with more to prove and more to lose. The sex was a drug he couldn't get enough of. Yunho, in the beginning of their liaison had made it clear that it was just sex. He told Jaejoong that he was the hottest man ("Are you sure you're a man?") that he'd ever laid eyes on (though that was probably how he picked up all his potential booty calls) and that he wanted to fuck him in the locker room when everyone had cleared out.
It wasn't like Jaejoong was easy (because he wasn't). He didn't really know what it was about Yunho that made him take on his offer to have un-protected, slightly un-lubricated sex in the shower room of the back lockers when no one was around. But he had. And he'd felt so high afterward. Yunho had suddenly become a drug that he couldn't get enough of and whenever Yunho wasn't training they were having sex--sometimes even afterward when Yunho was still covered in sticky sweat. This had been going on for three months, and maybe three months was the mandatory time frame to let whoever you were seeing know if you wanted to take it to the next level or not, but Jaejoong wasn't really sure if he did.
"I don't know. Yunho said I could think about it, but I haven't really been thinking about it."
"A lot of women are after him Jae; I think it's pretty cool that he only wants to be with you. I never penned Jung as being gay... maybe he's just gay for you?" Junsu laughed at the incredulous look Jaejoong shot his way.
"Gay for me, what does that even mean?" Jaejoong exclaimed pushing a laughing Junsu out of his room, telling him that he was about to shower in he better not even think about leaving without him.
"You're late," Kangin barked as soon as YunHo walked in through the metal double doors. Donghae who was standing a bit behind Kangin's shoulder made a face behind his back. Yunho chuckled into his hand. Donghae quickly turned his head away when Kangin glowered at him from over his shoulder and walked over to where Siwon was sitting to see if he needed any help putting his gauze on.
Kangin sighed and then jumped down off of the platform he'd previously been standing on.
"This is a really important match Yunho. You will qualify for the finals if you win this one."
"Do you know who I'll be going up against?"
"I just received the news today, he's a Chinese Mixed Martial Artist and his name is Jay Chou."
"That sounds like a formidable name. Is he any good?"
"Let's put it this way, the dude is practically a superstar in China, so yea, he's good."
Yunho wrapped his arm around Kangin's shoulder, hitting his chest. "I'm not going to lose if that's what you're worried about."
"I never said you were going to lose. I have complete confidence in you Yunho. I just don't want you to take this lightly, he's one of the best. And it just seems like you've been distracted lately; are you seeing someone?"
An unsure look flittered across Yunho's face. He was seeing someone, but not in the way that Kangin assumed. He and Jaejoong were at the moment only using each other for sexual purposes. But Yunho wanted more, more than just sex from the pretty-faced, supple-bodied Jaejoong. And how much more he wanted, surprised him. However, it wasn’t something Yunho could afford to dwell on right now, his match was coming up and he was going to need to get in as much practice as he could.
"Anyways," Kangin went on, realizing just as Yunho had that they had more important fish to fry. "Your training is going to be a bit more rigorous than it normally is."
Yunho was removing his shirt. "That's fine,"
"Oh, and we have a potential new member. I'm not sure if he is any good, but maybe you can break him in. According to his records he's in the last year of his bachelor's degree to become a teacher, no criminal record and his weight class seems to be a bantamweight, though he looks like a flyweight to me."
"Does he have any experience in Mixed Martial Arts? How old is he? What's his name?" Yunho was in fight mode.
"Shim ChangMin, he's twenty-one and he's told me that he's done a few off the record street matches; picked up a few wins, but there's no way we can confirm that. The boy looks like a model, I can't understand why he's here, and he doesn't even look like a fighter."
YunHo threw him a smirk before walking off. "I didn't look like a fighter either. I'll go talk to him, get the ring ready for me!"
Yunho found him in the back, looking at him-self in one of the hanging mirrors on the wall. He was tall, with a pretty nice build for someone who was supposedly a full time student. Changmin jumped when he heard the door open, but relaxed when he recognized who it was.
"You're Changmin?" Yunho asked, a bit skeptically.
"Yea, are you really the Jung Yunho?" YunHo smiled at the awe he could hear in the younger boy's voice. He was used to it, but never got tired of hearing it.
"In the flesh, so, I heard that you want to become a Mixed Martial Artist? Are you sure, this isn't like wrestling or boxing."
"I've done my research and I'm sure. This is something I want to do." YunHo didn't really look convinced. By his face, he seemed like he was a passive person. Mixed Martial Arts was anything but passive. On the other hand he felt as if he had no room to judge. He had been nineteen when he decided to become a Mixed Martial Artist, breaking his mother's heart and being disowned by his father in one fell swoop. They had wanted him to go to Law School.
Yunho walked up on him, taking note of how the younger stiffened, his fists clenching at his sides. "Careful, I only want to check you out. Kangin said you were bantamweight, but you look much smaller, it could be because you're so tall." He turned Changmin's head from side to side, and then drummed his fingers over Changmin's bare shoulders, his arms, down his chest and stomach. Changmin's breathing became a bit labored.
"Am I turning you on?" Yunho half-joked, Changmin stepped back, a light blush on his cheeks. "You have a few blemishes on your skin, are those from your street fights? You know those are illegal right?"
"Are you going to turn me in?"
Yunho shrugged. "You seem to be in good enough condition. We have a few good trainers here, really good trainers, who'd you have in mind?"
"You," It was said with such conviction that it gave Yunho pause.
"Me? Are you sure? I mean Kangin, even Joon are good trainers."
"No, I want you. I won't accept help from anyone else." Yunho stared at him.
"Any other day I would take you on, but I have a match coming up I won't be able to devote any time to your training until afterward."
This fact didn't seem to deter ChangMin in the least as what he said next stopped the breath cold in YunHo's chest: "Then I'll be your training partner."