A Different Kind of Therapy (JaeHo)

[age_of_dreams]

Title: A DIFFERENT KIND OF THERAPY

Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Lenght: One-shot
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Porn with (some) Plot, (bit of) Fluff
Warnings: Definitely-not-very-dominant!Yunho and Topping-from-the-bottom!JaeJoong (Not that I think these things should ever need a warning, but better be safe. <.<)
Notes: First: this is my first AU fic, and I think I manage real-life fics far better. Second, the inspiration for it came from a dream I had which featured sex therapist!JJ, and that's pretty much what you get. XD (and yes, I did research a bit about what sex therapists actually DO, and I apologize for everything I might have got wrong. Even if I took some liberties with it, of course. :P)  Third, sorry for the lame title. I couldn't think of anything better. XDD

Fourth, and most important, this is a VERY belated birthday gift for my beloved
maryl_z!!! ♥ I hope you like it, even if it's not what you originally requested. X3 You seemed to like this plunny too...<.< And uhm..Happy Birthday again, Mabi! X3 ♥

Thank you very much to
guu_dammit (who told me what sucked in the first place XD ) and especially to
machine_of_july who betaed the fic and flattered me answered to my questions.  XDD
Love you both!!! ♥♥♥

Yunho paced back and forth restlessly, waiting nervously for his turn. At least the small, tastefully furnished waiting room was empty, and he was more than thankful for that bit of privacy. He didn’t need random people to know he was going to see a sex therapist, of all people, and the mere thought of it was enough to make him blush crimson.

But it seems like I have no other choice, he thought sullenly.

He heard soft footsteps behind him and turned, seeing the secretary that had received him at the entrance.

“This way, please,” she said politely, leading the way “Jaejoong-sshi is waiting for you.” She opened the door for him and he stepped inside the sex therapist office, a large, bright room with soft cream colored walls and mahogany furniture. A black leather couch sat on his right, opposite the full-length window screened by white curtains; it was a very nice room, and he felt a tiny bit more at ease than he’d been before.

A rustle of paper caught his attention and he glanced at his left, seeing for the first time the doctor he was supposed to meet.

Yunho felt his heart sink.

The sex therapist, who was standing with his back to him, had shoulder length auburn hair and a slender, graceful figure wrapped in a white lab coat.

I thought the doctor was a man! Isn't Jaejoong a male name? Yunho suppressed the urge to run out of the place as fast as he could. For some reason, he'd imagined the sex therapist to be some middle-aged, paternal man who would pat him on the back and assure him that yes, that kind of problem was perfectly normal and he just needed to give it some time and everything would solve by itself.

But a woman? The thought of confessing his problem to that female doctor embarrassed him to no end. What if she started giggling and giving him pitiful looks? He wasn't sure he could handle that. Not after all the embarrassing moments he'd had to face with women because of it. And it was a men's thing, after all! How could he talk to a woman about that?

He took a step back and in that moment, as if on cue, the doctor turned around and smiled warmly at him.

“Jung Yunho-sshi, I suppose? Come in, please.”

Yunho didn't move, as rooted on the spot.

So the doctor /is/ a man, after all.

His first feeling was one of great relief.

...I've never seen anyone as beautiful as him in my whole life.

That second thought wasn’t relieving at all, though. He slapped himself mentally for thinking that. What the hell, beautiful or not he was still a man, and Yunho was straight. Straight as an arrow, despite his best friends' giggles and doubtful looks.
This is all Yoochun's and Changmin's fault! I wish they’d stop making allusions and trying to set me up with random guys...it’s putting weird thoughts in my head, I swear.

“Yunho-sshi?” asked the man again, tilting his head to one side interrogatively. His auburn hair fell over his cheek in the most adorable way. “Is it the wrong name?”

“What? No!” replied Yunho quickly, shaking his head. “I was just...” staring at you like a dumb idiot. “...ah. Never mind” he flashed his most charming smile to try and cover his embarrassment. The other man smiled back brightly - with that beautiful smile of his - and motioned for him to sit down on the chair in front of the desk.

“My name is Kim Jaejoong,” he said. “I'm just a temporary substitute for doctor Lee Suyong-sshi, but I hope I'll manage to help you.” He pushed his black-framed glasses up his nose, looking up at him with a sheepish, somewhat apologetic smile.
Yunho unwillingly thought that it was kind of cute.

“So, what's the problem you wanted to talk about?” inquired the young man after Yunho sat down, smiling encouragingly at him. Yunho felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment and shifted uneasily on the chair, trying to find a comfortable position even if the one he was in was comfortable enough already.

“I…uhm, well, let’s say that lately I’ve had…problems with women. I mean, every time I try to have sex my erection dies halfway, or I just can’t…get it up at all.”
Yunho stopped staring at the potted plant sitting on a corner of the room to risk a glance at the other man. He was relieved to see that he wasn’t smirking at him; in fact, his serene expression hadn’t even changed.

“How long has it been happening?” he asked calmly. Yunho felt a bit encouraged.

“For about six months, I think. I don’t have a regular girlfriend - mostly one night stands - but yeah, I think it started around six months ago.”

Jaejoong leafed through the few medical papers Yunho had brought with him. “I see you’ve been to an urologist and that he didn’t find any physiological problems,” he said, examining the papers. Yunho nodded.

“It was him who advised me to see a sex therapist, since the cause of the problem doesn’t seem to be physical.”

“Yes,” replied Jaejoong, playing with an auburn lock absent-mindedly “erectile dysfunctions are quite common among men, especially middle-aged ones…and when it happens to young men” - he glanced briefly at the paper again “you are 26, aren’t you? - the cause is most likely to be a psychological one.”

“Does it mean that it can be cured easily?” exclaimed Yunho anxiously.

Jaejoong looked at him solemnly. “It depends on you,” he stated. “First you’ll need to answer my questions as truthfully and frankly as possible, without omitting anything - not even the parts that embarrass you the most - and then you must be willing to do your best to solve the problem. Your willpower is an essential part of the therapy, of course.”

“Okay” Yunho agreed. He still felt uneasy about the whole thing, but he did want to solve his problem. Desperately. He hadn’t been getting any in ages, and he couldn’t keep jacking off for the rest of his life, could he?

Jaejoong smiled at him warmly -Yunho felt an inexplicable tug at his chest - and nodded in approval. “That’s the right attitude!” he exclaimed enthusiastically, and Yunho responded with a tentative smile of his own. The young man’s enthusiasm was infectious.

“What about starting now?” asked Jaejoong, glancing at his silver watch “We’ve still got plenty of time.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was very awkward for Yunho, at first. As expected, most of the questions were of a very intimate nature, and not just in a sexual way. He felt naked, his very soul bared in front of a complete stranger. But the feeling of uneasiness rapidly started to fade away in front of Jaejoong’s smiles and understanding words; his attitude was amiable and sympathetic - as well as professional - but never pitying, and it almost felt like Yunho was chatting with an old friend.

Jaejoong’s voice was very pleasant, with a warm, musical quality to it that was almost hypnotizing. Little by little Yunho stopped paying attention to the actual words, his gaze irresistibly drawn to those full pink lips, and he found himself imagining their velvety softness, fantasizing about the luscious feeling of that sensual mouth against his bare skin.

“-nho? Yunho?”

Yunho returned to reality abruptly, a bit dazed and very confused by what he had just thought. He shook his head, as if trying to force the thoughts out of his mind.

Yoochun and Changmin are /really/ messing with my head, there’s no other explanation.

He looked at Jaejoong, who was looking back at him with a mildly concerned expression on his face.

Yes, but he’s really hot, you can’t deny that.

Yunho sighed, feeling suddenly very tired.

“Sorry, what did you say again?” he asked “I think I didn’t get the last part.”

Jaejoong chuckled lightly, hiding a smile behind his hand. “You seem to be spacing out a lot…is there something on your mind?” Yunho blushed violently under Jaejoong’s piercing gaze. There was something in the way the other man looked at him that made him feel exposed. Naked. As if he could see all of his thoughts and secrets and bring them into the open, one by one.

“No, it’s nothing…I’m just…tired, I guess. I’m sorry for spacing out like that” he mumbled apologetically.

Jaejoong smiled again. “You should rest more, then. Stress and tiredness often play a major part in causing sexual problems…even if I think this is not your case.” Again that thoughtful, perceptive gaze. Yunho squirmed a bit under it and then looked away, wondering why the hell he was blushing like an idiot.

“Anyway, I was just saying that I’ll look a bit into your problem in order to come up with a suitable therapy program, and then we can start working from there, okay?”

Yunho understood that the session was over, and felt a twinge of disappointment. Talking to Jaejoong had been…unexpectedly nice, and glancing at his watch he realized that more than one hour had passed without him noticing. He got up and Jaejoong mirrored him. “Is it okay if we see each other again this Friday? At, let’s say…” he thumbed quickly through his appointment book “…5 p.m.?”

Yunho nodded. “Yes, that’s fine. Goodbye, then.”

He turned to leave, but after a few steps he halted again. “Will I be alright?” he asked quietly, without looking at Jaejoong. He felt a hand coming to rest lightly on his shoulder, giving a light squeeze.

“I promise I’ll do everything I can to help you.” Jaejoong voice was soft, almost a whisper, and for some reason Yunho felt a sensation of warmth spread inside his chest. He didn’t know why, but he felt he could trust the other man, and this chased some of his anxiety away.

“Thanks” Yunho replied as softly, and then he was gone. Jaejoong’s gaze lingered on his back until he disappeared out of sight completely.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The days seemed to drag. Yunho felt restless and irritable, and to his utmost embarrassment he even found himself crossing the days off the calendar. He kept repeating himself that it was his appointment he couldn't wait for, because the sooner the therapy started and the sooner his problem would be over, but he knew he couldn't fool himself so much.

Shit, I want to see him so badly.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Jaejoong was already sitting at his desk, this time round, and lifted his eyes as soon as the door opened.

“Good afternoon, Yunho!!” he greeted, grinning broadly at him.

Yunho felt his heart beat faster. He had forgotten Jaejoong had asked him to use his first name only, and that he was going to do the same himself, in order to 'create a more comfortable atmosphere', but...Is it my imagination or he looks happy too see me?

Jaejoong seemed to sense what Yunho was thinking - or more likely he guessed some of it from Yunho's dumbfounded expression - because his smile faltered, fading a bit. Hiding a nervous laugh behind his hand he told the other man to come sit down. Yunho could swear there was a faint blush on Jaejoong's cheeks, but again, maybe it was just his over-active imagination.

“So” began Yunho tensely “did you find out what it is?”

“Yes, I think so. It wasn’t that hard, actually…Last time we met I already had a pretty clear idea of the cause of your problem, I just needed to check similar cases to be sure.” Jaejoong hesitated a little, as if searching for words. “You might not like what I’m going to tell you, but to overcome your problem you need to accept it.” He looked straight into Yunho’s eyes.
Yunho could easily guess what Jaejoong was going to say next, because it was the same thing Yoochun and Changmin had been repeating him for months, and maybe it was also the real reason he had decided to go to a sex therapist despite his reluctance.

“I'm not attracted to other men” he said quietly, but the edge in his voice didn't go unnoticed to Jaejoong.

The auburn-haired man sighed, as he'd been expecting Yunho's words. “I'm pretty sure you are” he stated flatly, but not unkindly.

“I’m not gay” said Yunho, this time a bit more heatedly.

“I’m not saying you are,” replied Jaejoong, and Yunho looked at him with a very skeptical face. “I’m saying,” he continued patiently, “that you are attracted to men too, which is a different thing.”

The younger man shook his head. “No,” he whispered, but Jaejoong went on as if he hadn’t heard him.

“Last time you told me that a few months ago you walked in on your two best friends - your male best friends, to be exact - and that’s when you started having problems.”

“That’s…because it traumatized me!! I didn’t expect to see something like that!”

“Not likely,” stated the other, with the same maddening calm. “You knew they were in a relationship, so it didn’t come as something completely unexpected, did it? And besides,” he lifted a hand to silence Yunho, “you have problems only when you’re sleeping with women, but not when you masturbate, for example. What does that mean?”

“It doesn’t mean anything!” Yunho hissed furiously.

“Tell me one thing, Yunho” Jaejoong went on, mercilessly “what do you think about when you do it?”

“It’s…it’s obvious, isn’t it? I think of… naked women, that kind of stuff.”

Jaejoong stared at him, eyes dark and deep and unwavering, and raised an elegant eyebrow. Yunho averted his gaze.

“Well, I can’t exactly remember, ok? I usually think of someone touching me, that’s all!”

“And sometimes you think about what you saw that night, don’t you?” insisted Jaejoong.

“Wha- NO!!!” Yunho cried indignantly.

Jaejoong wondered if Yunho realized he sounded like a stubborn child, but his gaze softened at the sight of the younger man’s fists, clenched so hard around the edge of the desk that the knuckles had turned white. Impulsively, he reached out and laid a hand over Yunho’s in a comforting gesture, but the other man started and withdrew as if he’d been burnt.

“It’s no use lying to yourself, Yunho” he said gently “you can’t live in denial forever. And…it’s not a bad thing. Care to tell me why you think it is?” Yunho looked at the young man in front of him, with his understanding eyes and warm smile, and felt a lump rise in his throat.

“Because…well, I…don’t know.” He sighed deeply. “I have nothing against it…it’s just that I’d rather it not happen to me, that’s all.” Jaejoong reached for his hand again and squeezed it gently, and this time Yunho didn’t pull away, letting the comforting warmth sink in. He didn’t dare look at Jaejoong, because he knew that the other man would be able to read the contrasting emotions in his eyes. Instead he glanced at Jaejoong’s silver watch, which fit loosely around the man’s slender wrist.

“It’s 6 o’clock” he said quietly, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. “I think I should go.” He stood up, his hand slipping out of Jaejoong’s loose hold.

“Yeah,” murmured Jaejoong, just as quietly. “It’s closing time, I have to go too”.

He got up and started undoing the buttons of his lab coat, seemingly oblivious to Yunho’s presence. And yet Yunho couldn’t bring himself to leave, kept there by the unspoken something lingering in the air between them. So he didn’t move, his eyes fixed upon Jaejoong’s nimble fingers as they undid the buttons quickly and took the coat off, throwing it carelessly on the backrest of his chair.

Yunho’s breath caught in his throat. It was the first time he saw Jaejoong out of his white coat, and he had to admit that the shapeless piece of clothing did absolutely no justice to the other man’s body. That lean, athletic body that his stylish, slim-fitted outfit showcased perfectly.

Jaejoong chose that exact moment to stretch languidly, arching his back like a cat and showing off a small, tantalizing stretch of creamy skin; Yunho thought he saw the metallic flash of a piercing before Jaejoong lowered his arms again. The older man threaded his fingers through his auburn hair casually and only then he turned to where Yunho was standing, as if he’d noticed his presence for the first time. He looked at him questioningly, and the other man gulped, at a loss for words.

“Well, goodbye,” Yunho murmured dazedly, and put a hand on the doorknob. But he couldn’t resist stealing a last glance at Jaejoong, who was slumped casually against his desk watching him, the late-afternoon sun kissing his auburn hair.

He opened his mouth to speak. There was something he wanted to say, but he wasn’t even sure of what it was.

“Are you going out with someone, tonight?” he blurted out instead, without thinking. And regretted it immediately.

Fuck!! Why the hell did I ask that? He’ll think that I…

Yunho saw the initial surprise - shock, almost - in Jaejoong’s eyes change rapidly into a knowing, mischievous look.

“You seem to be very interested in my private life, Yunho-sshi” replied Jaejoong in a low, silky voice. Yunho could feel the invitation that lied under the teasing words, and looked at Jaejoong without speaking, unsure on what to do.

There was something predatory in Jaejoong’s smile as he advanced towards Yunho with the smooth confidence of a feline on the hunt, a thumb hooked in the waistband of his low-slung pants to bare just the smallest patch of that pale skin Yunho had glimpsed before.

The younger boy’s hand slid from the handle. Jaejoong was mere inches from him, getting even closer to him, and Yunho instinctively took a step back, feeling his back press against the door. The other man was slightly shorter than he was, but his presence was overwhelming, and the intensity of his smoldering dark eyes stole Yunho’s breath away. It was the feeling of a cornered prey, he knew, and yet he couldn’t do anything to escape. He didn’t even know if he really wanted to. Jaejoong was so close, now, that all Yunho could see was his face, for once free by the dark-rimmed glasses and framed only by that thick auburn hair, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

The older man lifted his hand to caress Yunho’s cheek slowly, the touch gentle and yet oddly alluring.

“What do you want, Yunho?”

Yunho looked into Jaejoong’s eyes and answered truthfully, as Jaejoong had asked him to do the first time they met.

“I don’t know.” he said quietly. He swallowed thickly. “Can you…can you show me?”

A soft smile lit up Jaejoong’s face, making him even more beautiful. The light fingers that were caressing Yunho’s cheek curled around the side of his face, drawing him closer; Jaejoong’s warm breath ghosted over his lips when he opened him mouth to speak.

“Yes” he whispered, the word no more than a silent vibration against Yunho’s lips. “I can.”

It was just a faint touch, at first, of lips brushing against lips so delicately that Yunho wasn’t even sure it was actually happening; tentative, as if Jaejoong were trying to test the waters and gauge Yunho’s reaction. The older man’s hand wrapped loosely around the nape of Yunho’s neck, while the other rested on Yunho’s chest, his fingers splayed over his wildly beating heart. And then Jaejoong was kissing him for real, his mouth moving against Yunho’s with a languid, seductive pace that erased all coherent thoughts from the younger man’s mind, gently coaxing him into responding. Hesitantly, Yunho’s hands found Jaejoong’s slender waist and settled there, feeling the heat of his body radiate through the soft black cotton of his shirt. Jaejoong smiled into the kiss and parted his lips, his tongue darting out to lick Yunho’s upper lip and then retreating again, luring him in. The younger man accepted the invitation, slipping his tongue past Jaejoong’s full lips and into his welcoming warmth, tasting the sweet and spicy flavor of his mouth for the first time.

He couldn’t really tell who moaned first, when their tongues met - maybe it was both of them - but the feeling, so familiar and yet so foreign in its intensity, coursed through his body like an electric shock, clouding his senses and leaving him dizzy and light-headed with desire.

Jaejoong's taste was intoxicating, and Yunho moaned again, softly, into his mouth - a moan that changed abruptly into a strangled groan when Jaejoong slipped his thigh between Yunho's legs and ground against him, hard. The younger man clutched Jaejoong's shirt with a gasp, thrusting his hips forward almost instinctively to increase the delicious friction.

“Yes, like that,” breathed the shorter man, his lips skimming across Yunho's jaw to find his ear. He closed his teeth around the lobe, nipping gently at the soft flesh. “Like that,” he repeated, his breath hot in Yunho's ear. “Let yourself go, Yunhoyah.”

The sound of his name, whispered in such a sensual and intimate way, sent shivers of desire down Yunho's spine. His lips latched on Jaejoong's jaw to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down the white column of his throat, kissing every inch of smooth skin Jaejoong's v-neck collar left exposed. The faint scent of expensive cologne filled his nostrils as he dipped his tongue in the hollow of the older man's throat and lapped at the light sheen of perspiration, hungry for another taste of Jaejoong’s creamy skin. The auburn haired man let out a small mewl of appreciation and ran his hands up and down Yunho's back, tracing the outline of hard muscles rippling underneath soft fabric.

The bulge in Yunho's pants was more than noticeable, now, and Jaejoong's own jeans were getting more and more uncomfortable. The older man pushed Yunho away from him gently, and the other looked at him with a confused look.

“Come,” he said with a jerk of his head, and moved towards the black leather couch that sat at the other end of the room. Yunho didn't follow him immediately, though, too busy staring at the way those dark-wash denim pants molded around Jaejoong's lithe form, clinging to him like a second skin and showing off the smooth curves of his ass as he moved with cat-like grace.

Jaejoong threw Yunho a beckoning look from over his shoulder, waiting for the other man to join him and then pushing him down on the couch.

“Are you comfortable like this?” Jaejoong asked in a low voice. Yunho‘s back was propped against the stuffed backrest, so he nodded, even if Jaejoong's question seemed to imply much more than that. “Good” the other man murmured, and he kicked off his white leather shoes before climbing on the couch himself, straddling Yunho's legs. The taller man’s hands closed around Jaejoong’s arms and slid up to the sleeves of his shirt, cuffed at the end with a metal snap on each to fit tightly around his forearms and display the toned muscles underneath. Jaejoong just grinned at the man beneath him, hooked his fingers in the hem of his shirt and pulled it off in a single, fluid motion.

Yunho's gaze fixed, almost unwillingly, upon Jaejoong's chest, marveling at the masculine perfection of his body, all sculpted muscles and pale flawless skin and rosy nipples that just begged to be touched.

Jaejoong chuckled, and Yunho snapped out of his reverie to look up at his amused face. The older man's hair was disheveled, so Yunho reached out impulsively to tuck a stray auburn lock behind his ear. Jaejoong smiled softly at the gesture, catching Yunho's hand before he could pull it away and bringing it to his mouth. He rained butterfly kisses on the palm before flickering his tongue out to trail a wet path from Yunho's wrist to the tip of his middle finger, eliciting a low, throaty moan from the younger man.
Yunho ran his thumb across Jaejoong's moist lips, as if trying to study their texture and feel, and the older man caught it between his teeth, sucking and nibbling on the digit briefly before letting go.

“Touch me” he whispered, his tone sweet but commanding at the same time. “Touch me as much as you want.”

Yunho stayed still, still uncertain despite Jaejoong's words, so the older man curled his fingers around Yunho's wrist to guide his hand. Feeling clumsy like a blind child, Yunho started exploring Jaejoong's body, down the smooth length of his neck, across a jutting collarbone and finally reaching a pink, hard nipple. He stopped there, fingering the silver stud that pierced through the pebbled flesh with curiosity and drawing a moan from Jaejoong's throat. Encouraged by that reaction, he rubbed the nipple between two fingers, his actions becoming bolder and bolder with every sigh of pleasure escaping from Jaejoong's lips.

The older man tilted his head back, eyes fluttering shut at the feel of Yunho's hands on him, gliding across his chest and stomach, the touch of his fingertips delicate, almost reverent.
The younger man reached Jaejoong's belt and stopped there, fiddling with the white leather.

“Yes,” breathed Jaejoong, answering to the unspoken question.

Yunho undid the belt slowly and unzipped Jaejoong's pants, feeling the older man's erection press against his hand through the flimsy fabric of his underwear. He pushed Jaejoong's jeans down to his knees, fingers skimming across the warm skin of his thighs; the older man reached for his black briefs and slid them down too, kicking them off along with his pants. Now he was kneeling in front of Yunho wearing only his silver jewelry and a smug grin, his hard, flushed cock standing up proudly between them.

Yunho felt the heat rise to his cheeks; he'd never been in a situation like that one, before, and he'd never felt so embarrassed in his whole life, yet he couldn't take his eyes off Jaejoong's beautiful - and definitely masculine - body. Gently, but firmly, Jaejoong lifted Yunho’s chin so they were looking into each other’s eyes.

“Touch me,” he said again, his voice husky. The smoldering look in Jaejoong’s half-lidded eyes raced through Yunho’s veins like fire, but the younger man’s eyes were wide, a flicker of hesitation appearing in the depths of his dark irises.

The hand under his chin moved to the side of his face, cupping his cheek gently. Then the older man bent down to press his lips against Yunho's, and Yunho felt the understanding and the gentleness in his touch, the words Jaejoong had said before still ringing in his ears. /Let yourself go, Yunhoyah./

Melting into the silky touch of Jaejoong's lips, he wrapped his hands around the older man's erection, stroking the warm flesh. Jaejoong's cock throbbed in his hold and his mouth opened in a small, shaky cry of sheer pleasure, a cry that almost drove Yunho over the edge. He couldn't endure his own aching erection anymore, so he unzipped his pants quickly to ease the uncomfortable tightness a bit, his breath as harsh and labored as Jaejoong's was.

The smaller man circled Yunho's trapped cock with a teasing finger, his touch flirty and maddeningly light. “What is your body saying, Yunhoyah?” he murmured softly, but it was obvious to both that he himself was struggling to keep some semblance of composure. Their eyes locked once again, and this time Yunho’s were clear, unclouded by doubt or uncertainty. He took Jaejoong’s hand and pressed it to his aching erection, hissing softly at the contact.

“It’s saying that…I’m okay with this,” he paused, gripping Jaejoong’s wrist harder, a pleading look appearing in his dark eyes. “And that I want you.”

It was a request, Jaejoong knew. “Do you want to go through with this, then? You don’t have to, you know.”

Yunho nodded. “I want to.”

Jaejoong smiled again, and Yunho felt that sense of warmth spread inside his chest again, a warmth that he couldn’t quite define himself but that had nothing to do with the fact that he was hot and aroused as he’d never been before.

“Okay, then.”

Jaejoong gave him a fleeting kiss and climbed off the couch, returning seconds later with a condom and a small bottle of what Yunho supposed to be lube. The older man straddled him again, smirked and started unbuttoning Yunho’s shirt swiftly, letting it slide off the younger man's shoulders. He gazed at Yunho’s body appreciatively, and the other squirmed a little under the careful scrutiny. Jaejoong chuckled softly, ghosting the pads of his fingers across Yunho’s tanned skin.

“Don’t worry, Yunhoyah,” he breathed “I like what I see.”

He grabbed Yunho’s pants and underwear and yanked them down, exposing Yunho’s throbbing arousal, and put the condom on him carefully, finishing with a playful squeeze that drew a tortured moan from the other man’s throat. He unscrewed the lube bottle and poured some on his fingers, careful to watch Yunho through lowered lashes as he spread his legs wider and reached for his own entrance, one hand on Yunho's shoulder to support his weight and the other working quickly inside himself. Jaejoong mewled softly when his fingers brushed against his sensitive spot, his breathing quickening, becoming ragged and uneven. Yunho gulped audibly.

“Ready for the ride?” the older man asked, his voice a sultry whisper against Yunho’s ear. Yunho could barely nod, curling his hands around Jaejoong’s sides to help him keep his balance as the older man aligned himself with Yunho and pushed down on him slowly. Yunho cried out at the feeling of the hot, tight passage closing around him and dug his fingers into Jaejoong’s soft flesh. Jaejoong kept going, deeper and deeper, taking Yunho in all the way and then stopping there, a brief pause to give his body some time to adjust to the intrusion. They were both panting, now, the silence of the room broken only by their soft sighs and their twin, irregular breaths.

A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Yunho’s face and neck, and Jaejoong caught it on the tip of his tongue before closing his lips around the soft skin.

“Move,” he mouthed, gripping Yunho’s forearms, and rocked his body around the other man’s cock once, with deliberate slowness, driving him insane with want and pleasure. The sound that escaped Yunho’s throat was feral, a mix between a growl and a moan; his hands slid lower, closing around Jaejoong’s buttocks to lift him up. He pushed out of him almost completely before slamming in again, roughly, burying himself in Jaejoong’s tight heat once more.

“Ahh, Yunho, it feels so good!” cried Jaejoong wantonly. The auburn-haired man threw his head back and Yunho pounded inside him once again, spurred on by his broken moans of pleasure, slowly starting to build a rhythm.

Feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the younger man started moving faster, thrusting his hips upward to meet Jaejoong’s downward movements, and Jaejoong fell into Yunho’s pace with ease, moving in synch with his thrusts. He shifted in Yunho’s lap and impaled himself on his cock, feeling a searing jolt of pleasure when it hit his prostate with unerring accuracy. He screamed, digging his fingernails into Yunho’s forearms, clenching his inner muscles around the taller man on reflex.

Yunho felt all his coherent thoughts crumble, shattered under the intensity of that raw, primal ecstasy, a pleasure so consuming that it was almost painful. With a long, quivering groan Yunho came, more violently than he remembered ever doing, and seconds after Jaejoong joined him, a spasm coursing through his slender frame as he spilled all over Yunho’s stomach.

Jaejoong closed his eyes and waited for his breath to slow down, his grip around Yunho’s forearms loosening a little. Yunho searched his sweaty face anxiously, waiting for him to say something.

After a few moments of silence he reached for Jaejoong’s cheek, and the other opened his eyes slowly.

“Are you fine? Did Ihurt you?” he asked timidly.

Jaejoong gave him a sated, tired smile and shook his head. Yunho smiled back and slumped against the backrest of the couch, feeling suddenly exhausted and drained from the intensity of his orgasm. They waited for a few minutes more, both unwilling to move, but eventually Jaejoong drew back from him with reluctance and got to his feet, albeit shakily.

Time seemed to resume its ticking, and for the first time Yunho noticed that the red and golden glow of the sunset had long faded, plunging the room in a darkness brightened only by the night city lights outside.

Jaejoong was by his side again, now, holding a box of tissues. Chuckling at Yunho’s dreamy expression he started cleaning him off, the touch of his fingers light as he peeled off his condom.

“I'm sorry about that” he said embarrassedly, pointing at the mess on Yunho's stomach. “I should've worn a condom, too.” He wiped away the come smeared on the younger man’s belly carefully, until every trace of it disappeared.

“There, all clean” he mumbled, and pressed a gentle kiss to Yunho’s sculpted abdomen. Yunho looked down at him, a bit startled by that simple but unexpected gesture of tenderness, and in Jaejoong’s eyes he saw a similar turmoil, as if he’d just realized he had crossed some sort of invisible line he wasn’t supposed to.

They got dressed quickly, avoiding each other's gaze. Yunho couldn't stop stealing furtive glances at Jaejoong, though, and looking out of the corner of his eye he realized that the auburn haired man was doing the same. The atmosphere was awkward, almost tense, neither of them really knowing what to say after what had happened. And what would happen next, in particular.

“The front doors of the building are locked, at this time of night,” said Jaejoong quietly. “Follow me, I'll show you the way out.”

“Okay,” replied Yunho, and waited for Jaejoong to lock his office. They walked in silence to the parking lot. Yunho's bike was the only one still there.

“This is mine” he said, rather unnecessarily. It was sleek and black, and Jaejoong's eyes widened a little in admiration.

“Such a hot baby” he murmured, trailing light fingers across the smooth black curves, and Yunho felt irrationally jealous of his bike. The touch of those fingers was still burning on his skin, scorching like a trail of fire.

“Thanks” replied the younger boy. He looked around the deserted parking lot. “How are you going home?” he asked.
“On foot” replied Jaejoong “my apartment is just a few blocks away and I don't mind walking.”

Yunho started fidgeting with the clasp of his helmet. “I can give you a ride there, if you want” he offered hesitantly. Jaejoong nodded, smiling gratefully.

“Okay. I'd like it.”

The ride was short, but Yunho enjoyed every second of it, relishing the feel of Jaejoong's hand wrapped tightly around his waist, of Jaejoong’s head pressed against his back. After a few minutes, Jaejoong tugged at his jacket and pointed at an apartment complex. “It's here” he said, and Yunho stopped in front of it. It was a very nice place, much classier than where Yunho lived.

Jaejoong got off nimbly and turned to Yunho. “Thank you for the ride” he mumbled softly, and Yunho thought that his smile looked a bit sad. “Goodbye.”

Yunho looked at Jaejoong's retreating back, the words he wanted to say struggling to get out.

“Wait!” he shouted suddenly, and Jaejoong turned to him with a surprised look. Yunho got off his bike quickly and joined the older man.

“Why...why me? Or is it something you do with all your patients?” he asked, his voice barely a murmur.

Jaejoong looked at him in silence, biting down on his bottom lip thoughtfully as if he were weighing his options.

“No, it isn't.” he finally said, a faint blush on his face. “We never make our patients perform sexual acts during a session - let alone have sex with us. That's not how it works.”
The smile Yunho gave him was confused but hopeful, and the older man thought it was simply adorable.

“Hey, have you got plans for tonight?” Jaejoong asked suddenly. “Because if you haven't you could have dinner at my place...my friends say I'm not a bad cook, and well, I don't mind cooking for two.”

For just an instant Yunho looked taken aback, but then he beamed and nodded. The smile Jaejoong gave him in reply was bright, and surprisingly shy.

“Good,” he whispered, and their hands brushed softly against each other as they went inside together.

End.

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